Blasphemy: 10 dreams accounted for

Thirty minutes is very short, but also very long. The fat man has a special physique. He now has full control over almost every part of his body. He can not only solve the battle in one minute, but also be able to fight across the battlefield and fight hundreds of times.

According to the standards of an ordinary human being, as long as Fatty wanted to, he was an almost invincible stallion.

It’s just that the intensity of these thirty minutes was completely beyond Fatty’s imagination. Perhaps it was because she hadn't been intimate for a long time. Eiffel was like a wild horse running wild, and like a huge tornado that swept through the grassland in summer, constantly crushing the fat man's body, as if I vowed to squeeze out the last bit of essence from his body.

The fat man has rich experience in women, but Eiffel is different. Although she is not as beautiful as Feng Die and Froya in terms of appearance and figure, her fiery passion bursts out from the deepest part of her soul. The emotion is simply irresistible!

It was like a huge surge of lava, instantly shattering all the fat man's defenses. Every moan, twist, and friction she made blew the flames in Rogge's body even more wildly.

Thirty minutes.

There is no skill, no control, just the most primitive instinct and the desire to be burned out by the prairie fire.

When the instinctive flame went out, Fatty even felt a little dizzy, while Eiffel was sweating like rain, as if all the bones in her body had been taken away, and she could only lie down softly. On Roger's body. She reluctantly raised her head and looked at Rogge steadily, her clear and watery eyes showing a rare trace of thoughts that were too thick to dissolve.

Rogg caressed her long pale golden hair, which was already wet with sweat and stuck to her skin, witnessing the madness that had just passed.

"What's the matter, Eiffel?" Rogge asked with a smile. He always felt that there were too many things hidden under the clear eyes of this seemingly ordinary, but actually maverick elf girl.

"It's nothing, I just want to see you." Eiffel said softly.

At the moment when he was holding Eiffel, Rogge suddenly felt his whole body relax, and all the fatigue that had been suppressed for an unknown period of time surged up in his heart. He yawned involuntarily, and said rarely: "What do I have to see? Okay, let's take a nap."

Ai Feier did not answer.

Roger looked down and saw that the elf girl had her head on his chest and had already fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile.

At this time, fatigue was welling up, and the fat man also fell into a deep sleep.

Under night, the deep and long central mountain range looks like a giant dragon, its huge body winding across the vast land.

On the top of a dangerous mountain, Adelene emitted a thin black flame from the tips of her ten fingers, burning magical symbols on the flat rock. This mountain peak is very strange. The top of the mountain is a large platform as smooth as a mirror, as if someone had carved it with a giant blade.

Above the dangerous peak, Wella, dressed in a demon lotus, stood in the air, silently watching Adelene. Occasionally, a ray of light will flash in her eyes, and then a new set of coordinates will be reported, and Adelene will adjust the magic circle accordingly. At a corner of the peak, Milo was leaning next to his giant hammer, doing nothing. He looked at Adelene, but out of the corner of his eye he would always glance at Wella floating in the air. Milo still looked calm and chic, but his smile always made people feel a little unnatural, and one hand even subconsciously refused to leave the handle of the giant hammer.

"I heard that the credibility of the demon clan has never been very good. But after killing the demon dragon Artest this time, you'd better keep your promise, otherwise, even if you hide back to the demon world again, I can find a way to make you You have paid enough." Wella said coldly.

Adelene looked up at Wella, smiled gently, and said: "Your threat is really hollow! If we don't keep our promise and escape back to the Demon Realm, you can really go to the Demon Realm. Are you chasing us? Actually, when it comes to credibility, why do I feel that the credibility of our demon clan will never be worse than that of the heavens?"

Weina's face turned cold and she said coldly: "If I go to the demon world to kill a few demons, I'm afraid no one can stop me, right?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, Wella ignored the issue of credibility in the heaven. However, Adelene did not argue with her seriously, and just said: "Although our demon clan is not strong enough, if we want to stop you, there are still a few guys who have this ability. But the problem is not here, the problem is in the demon world Now there are many more guests. Although I don’t know your past, but judging from your strength attributes, I think you will definitely not want to see those guests."

Wella snorted and said nothing more. She just stared at Adelene.

The peak fell into silence for a moment, with only the wind whistling by.

Milo, who was leaning on the giant hammer, suddenly felt that the atmosphere at the peak was extremely solemn and depressing, almost driving people crazy! Between Wella in the air and Adelene on the ground, there seemed to be waves of tyrannical undercurrents swirling around. Those undercurrents are neither fighting spirit nor magic power, they do not exist in the form of energy at all. But Milo knew clearly that these undercurrents did exist, but the way they existed was beyond his comprehension.

Two extremely powerful women were fighting in another battlefield in a way that Milo could not understand. Milo had always thought that he was only slightly inferior to Adelene in terms of strength, but now he suddenly had a feeling that although the gap between the two sides in terms of absolute strength was indeed not big, if there was a real duel. , he will definitely not be Adelene's opponent. Not only will he lose, but he will lose miserably.

A hundred years ago, Milo and Adelene had dueled several times, and they both won and lost. However, during these more than a hundred years, Milo was distracted, leading a wonderful life and showing mercy at every turn. Adelene, on the other hand, endured a hundred years of loneliness in the Demonic Mist Realm.

One hundred years later, Milo suddenly realized that the gap between the two sides was irreparable.

At this time, Adelene finished carving the last magic symbol and stood up straight. She looked up at Wella and said, "You have looked at me for so long, have you noticed anything?"

Weina said: "Of course. Judging from your past, you have given up everything else in pursuit of strength! Even now, there is nothing else in your heart except strength. However, Luojia Who is he?"

When Wella said this, not only Adelene, but also Milo was shocked. Adelene immediately said: "How do you know about Lorga? Can you...can you read my memory?"

Weina snorted coldly and did not answer.

Adelene looked at Wella, suddenly smiled slightly, combed her long hair that was slightly messy in the wind, and said: "You are really weird, okay, there is nothing to hide from you. .The Luojia you saw is the agent of the great demon **** in the demon world. Since you already know the existence of Luojia, you must also know who the guests I mentioned are. So you still want Are you going to hunt me down in the Demon Realm? And are you relieved now? Now that you have read my memories, you will naturally know that my credibility cannot be better, at least much better than Milo over there."

Miro snorted and looked aside, not hearing what she was saying at all.

"Okay, the time is up, and we should set off." Adelene popped up hundreds of flames composed of pure magic energy, igniting the magic symbols in the magic circle one by one. Wisps of powerful magic power began to tear through the space, and the surrounding airflow began to become chaotic. Strange airflow vortices appeared and disappeared above the magic circle. In the blink of an eye, a space gap opened above the magic array, and then the powerful energy of the magic array stabilized the entire space structure, finally constructing a space door.

The moment she stepped into the space ahead of her, Adelene suddenly turned around and gave Wella a meaningful smile, and then a mental wave that only the two of them knew existed quietly spread to Wella's heart.

"If I can **** him away with my appearance..."

There is a gleam of light at the tip of the Dragon Soul Battle Spear. But at this moment, Adelene's next mental wave happened to come: "...I know that at that time, you will probably stab me to death with one shot."

The Dragon Soul War Gun immediately returned to its original appearance.

Wella's face was as cold as ice, she did not enter Adeleni's portal at all, and disappeared directly into the air.

On the dangerous peak of Ruoda, Milo was the only one leaning against the head of the giant hammer, dazed in the cold wind. It wasn't until the space door began to become unstable that he shook his head and stepped into the space door while dragging the giant hammer backwards.

Milo is an extremely rare and affectionate person among the demon clan. As for showing mercy, that is the nature of the demons. In the demon clan that worships power, whether it is Wella or Adelene, they are enough to make the male surrender, and even make Milo crazy. But from the very beginning, it was Froya who made Milo crazy. Not only did he not have any admiration for these two terrifying women, he only had wariness and fear.

In fact, there is no other reason. Their strength and personality are too strong.

Being with them is destined to be an emotional game that walks on the edge of a razor, and such a game is not fun.

The space door finally disappeared, and the wind on the dangerous peak suddenly became stronger. The wind howls and tears at the smooth peak surface. It won't be long before this mountain peak, which was flattened by manpower, will regain its rugged appearance.

Darkness.

Absolute darkness.

Roger was looking around blankly, but couldn't see anything. He reached out to touch it, but there was nothing everywhere. He knelt down and touched the ground beneath his feet. The ground was soft and sticky to the touch, and there seemed to be semi-solidified liquid slowly flowing. His fingertips also encountered small, smooth and soft pieces.

There is no light here, and Rogge's mental energy is empty, so he has no way to determine what these fragments are. But his sense of smell was still there, and he could only feel that the stench and blood were everywhere in this strange space. What was strange to him was that occasionally, the wind would send a wisp of scent that would cheer him up. Fresh fragrance. This scent seemed familiar, and Rogge always felt that he had smelled it somewhere before, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in the distance. Rogge hesitated for a moment, but it seemed that there was the only way to unlock the secret of this dark space. He finally walked towards the light.

At first Rogge had some doubts that this was the domain of the Lord of Darkness, or even the country of Basaro Demogorgon, but he soon knew it was not. The aura here was completely different from the aura of the Dark God he sensed. There is too much blood and other smells here, while the kingdom of the Dark God only has darkness and nothingness.

Rogg stumbled forward all the way. The soft ground made walking very difficult, and the large soft objects that appeared from time to time made Rogg give up his attempt to run.

I don’t know how long he walked, but Rogge finally came to that point of light. It was a gem floating in the darkness. The soft light it gave off was very strange. It could be seen by Rogge, but it could not illuminate the surrounding space at all. It looks more like a lighthouse guiding the way.

Rogg reached out hesitantly, trying to take off the gem. Just when his fingertips touched the gem, all the scenery in front of him changed instantly.

In an instant, Rogge found himself in a huge war!

The sky was dark red, as if there was an ocean of blood flowing behind the thick clouds. In the crazily surging clouds, extremely thick lightning of various colors would strike from time to time. Between the lightning, thick pillars of holy light entwined with petals and light ribbons would occasionally fall down.

The ground is covered in different shades of black. Several large rivers meandered across the land, but what surged in the rivers were blue and purple waves.

On the distant horizon, a towering mountain peak can be seen in the distance. This mountain gives people a unique feeling. It looks like a giant with its own life, with the sky above its head and the earth at its feet. It is high up, looking down at the humble beings flying and circling on the ground or in the low air.

It is as crystal clear as jade, constantly emitting a milky white light that seems soft but is actually as sharp as a sword. The milky white light exudes a rich sacred aura all the time, and condenses into an extremely spectacular pillar of holy light, which directly penetrates the sky and the earth, and breaks through the thick red clouds in the sky, tearing apart the red and black space, breaking Go away empty.

This is an extremely vast battlefield, and also an extremely tragic battlefield!

Countless strange races are surging on the ground. They are running across the land armed with weird weapons that Rogge has never seen before! Among these races, there are terrifying creatures that are tens of meters tall and have seven giant giants of different shapes on their huge bodies. There are also countless strange warriors that are short in stature but extremely ferocious.

From Rogge's perspective and distance, these warriors were as small as ants. They roared in battle and swarmed forward! Although these warriors are small in stature and their individual combat effectiveness is not very good, their roars are unexpectedly loud, and because there are so many of them, the strange and unique roars are earth-shattering! Even the roar of the seven-headed giant beast was suppressed.

On this battlefield, there are more than a million soldiers fighting bravely? Not only the ground, but also groups of tens of thousands of black shadows were flying in the sky. They look somewhat similar to gargoyles, but their ferocity and power are more than ten times greater than ordinary gargoyles. Rogge had no doubt that in a one-on-one situation, these strange creatures he had never seen before could easily tear apart an adult griffon.

It’s just that the brutality of this battle is completely unimaginable!

The earth is actually made of hard black rock, but at this moment it is completely covered with broken corpses, internal organs and coagulated blood! Rogge didn't need to count at all. He knew just by looking at it that the number of corpses lying on the ground far exceeded the number of soldiers still alive!

The battle started almost in every corner of the battlefield, with corpses and large piles of blood falling like heavy rain!

Roger's pupils shrank slightly, because the enemies faced by millions of aliens were actually hundreds of angels! Each of these angels wore heavy golden armor and held different weapons. Those pairs of unfolded white wings look so dazzling in this world of red and black!

Angels circle and fly in the sky at incredible high speeds. They often rush towards a group of alien warriors, and then a dazzling holy flame will explode in the sky, followed by a large group of orders. The suffocated flesh and blood of men fell from the sky.

Millions versus hundreds, one against ten thousand angels can still gain the upper hand!

The only disharmony in the entire battlefield is a small but abrupt-looking hill in the center of the battlefield. This is a hill made of corpses!

On the hill, a small figure danced. It looks very, very thin and thin, even much smaller than the most numerous warriors on the ground. It's just that the frail and thin body seems to contain endless power, and what it is obsessed with is a strangely shaped giant blade with a blade length of five meters.

This hill is located right in the center of the battlefield. Above it, hundreds of angels are fighting and flying. There are also dozens of angels flying around the hill all the time, seemingly intending to end the life of this thin figure.

The little figure kept jumping up, and every time it jumped, it would jump more than ten meters high. On this vast battlefield, its movement seemed so clumsy. It doesn't even fly!

Every time it leaps up, it will wave the giant blade in its hand vigorously, slashing at the angels passing by at low altitude. Because the proportions between the body and the giant blade are so uncoordinated, it even gives people a sense of dislocation. It is unclear whether it is wielding the giant blade or whether the giant blade is driving its body.

However, what stunned Rogge was that every time that little figure jumped up, it would kill a flying angel!

The angels who were chopped could not help but struggle, but no matter how injured they were, they could not continue to fly in the air. The angels flapped their wings desperately and fell into the group of alien warriors below. Every time an angel falls, countless foreign warriors will pounce on it one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a small mountain will be piled on top of that angel!

These angels are completely different from the angels Rogge has seen before. Their fighting power is extremely powerful. Even if they are seriously injured and fall to the ground, they can tear apart hundreds of alien warriors with every move. However, there were too many alien warriors who rushed forward bravely. New injuries continued to appear on the fallen angels, and their movements gradually slowed down.

Eventually, the fallen angels are always completely submerged. Together with his victims, he will raise the hill of corpses in the center of the battlefield higher.

On the top of the hill, the little figure is still jumping hard. The giant blade in its hand seems to have an irresistible force. No matter how the angel in the air evades or fights back, it will be incomprehensible. It meets the giant blade's edge in a wonderful way. The indestructible golden armor on their bodies was actually indescribably fragile in front of this giant blade, and was almost completely unable to stop the blade from breaking through their bodies!

There were hundreds of angels flying in the sky, and angels were constantly flying out from the extremely conspicuous mountain peaks in the distance to join the battlefield. But that little figure kept jumping, seemingly never tired. Slowly, the mountain of corpses grew higher and higher, and there were fewer and fewer angels on the battlefield.

However, every time that little figure leaps up, it still kills an angel!

Rogg's existence at this time is extremely strange. The fat man could not feel the existence of his own entity at all. At this moment, he was like a pair of eyes looking down at all living beings.

Suddenly, Rogge knew where this was.

This is the devil's world! This was a place where he had placed too much hope for a moment.

Fighting hundreds of angels are millions of demon warriors of all races! The only thing Rogge could identify was the largest number of short warriors. That is the war pig clan of the demon world. Their individual combat effectiveness is indeed not strong. In front of these powerful angels, even a hundred war pigs will never be able to withstand a casual attack from the angels. However, the fighting pigs were very high-spirited, and they fought one after another, at the cost of countless lives, just to add a small wound to these fallen angels. Even if they die in battle, their bodies will become a tombstone for the angels.

But Rogge was immaculately paying attention to the bravery of the war pig. His eyes only fell on the small figure that was constantly jumping in the center of the battlefield. The fat man couldn't even look away.

Every hit will hit, and every hit will kill.

In the dark, the little figure seemed to feel Rogge's gaze, and suddenly turned his head to look at Rogge. In an instant, those bright yellow eyes became the only existence that Rogge could see in the entire world.

Rogg only felt an irresistible force covering his soul ~IndoMTL.com~ and then pulling him towards the corpse mound in the center of the battlefield at high speed. In an instant, the huge blade appeared in front of Rogge!

At this time, Rogge was completely out of control and unable to resist. He could only watch the shining blade approach and then cut into his eyes.

The whole world dimmed, once again falling into absolute darkness.

In an instant, the millions of demon warriors surrounding the corpse mountain who were staring at the top of the mountain were startled.

The giant blade swept across the sky, but no angel fell. In fact, nothing fell off. This is the first time since the war began.

The millions of demon soldiers who were waiting eagerly felt indescribable discomfort in an instant. It was the loss after their extremely nervous expectations failed.

At this time, the dozen or so surviving angels had left the battlefield and were flying towards the distant mountain peaks.

On the top of the mountain of corpses, that little figure stood as tall as a mountain, proudly raising the giant blade in his hand towards the fleeing angels!

The battlefield was silent for a moment, and soon, the cheers and roars of millions of demons filled the world made of red and black!