Blasphemy: 12 Love Spells Complete

The land of the North is vigorous and rough. Even in Richelieu, which is famous for its history and artistic atmosphere, the architectural style is still mainly tall and majestic. However, the Oracle City, which is unknown to the world, has a delicacy and beauty that is incomparable to that of the entire north.

In this midsummer season, the ancient elven trees no longer need to expend energy to regulate the temperature in the Oracle City, so the elves used the excess energy to build a large number of war facilities. After all, the current peace in Oracle City is just a facade. Who knows how many undercurrents there will be under the calm sea? It's just that the elves' beauty-loving nature struck again, and they decorated these war facilities like works of art.

In the faint morning light, the city of Oracle is like a beauty standing on the edge of a clear blue lake and green grass.

But this morning, the invisible wind blowing was not the admirer of this beauty, but the **** of death who was ready to spread death.

Nicholas, with a solemn and strange face, has arrived at the edge of the Oracle City. There seems to be a stairway under his feet, which is getting higher and higher. He actually walked up to the Oracle City step by step out of thin air. head.

His figure was strangely shaking slightly, just avoiding the eyes of all the elves. In fact, most of the patrolling elves subconsciously avoided his path.

Across the city, Nicholas did not stop. He walked higher and higher, walking towards the center of the city of oracles as if no one else was watching.

After this period of spying, Nicholas has become convinced that the elves in this city must be related to the death of Chris Felena. Now that the mysterious Hughes is no longer in the elf city, this good opportunity will never come back once it is lost. So he was no longer prepared to explore the real role of the elves in this matter, and just wanted to massacre the city.

As long as it is related to the death of Chris Felena, he will destroy them one by one.

When Nicholas slowly arrived at the center of the Oracle City in the air, he suddenly froze, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

In the square under three ancient elven trees, a huge silver dragon was lying there quietly. She lay down in a freehand manner, with the faucet stretched out towards the direction of the small lake, as if she was looking at the blue lake water in a trance, and seemed to be enjoying the cool summer breeze.

"Kris...Felena..." Nicholas moaned involuntarily, his body already crumbling.

Nicholas almost used up all his strength to stop himself from rushing over. He looked intently and saw more than ten elves busy around the silver dragon's huge body, seemingly cleaning her body and scales. These elves worked meticulously and conscientiously, cleaning each scale carefully without any sign of being in a hurry.

Nicholas stood silently in the sky, letting time pass and the sun rise and set.

Krisferena still lay quietly, motionless, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. In fact, she couldn't move. She is just a statue, a huge, lifelike statue that took a lot of effort from the elf artist.

It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun faded that these serious elves completed the cleaning work and went back happily.

There are always some young elves gathering around the silver dragon statue. They look at the beautiful and huge silver dragon in ecstasy, and listen to the stories and legends about the silver dragon told by the older elves over and over again. .

As night fell, the beautiful Oracle City gradually became quiet.

Nicholas slowly floated down in front of Krisferena.

The statue of the Silver Dragon is a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship. Her eyes seemed to be moving slowly with Nicholas, her eyes seemed sad, confiding, and happy. Nicholas was in a daze, almost thinking that Krisferena was resurrected in front of him.

How long can I survive dealing with many powerful enemies? Nicholas didn't know the answer.

But if the City of Oracles can survive forever in the river of history, then Krisfelena can live forever in the hearts of many elves.

He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the statue of Chrissy Felena, but in the end...

But in the end, Nicholas failed to muster the courage. He would rather believe that Chris Felena is sleeping in the Oracle City.

Although this sleep has no end.

A silver light rose into the sky, accompanied by Nicholas' earth-shattering roar!

All the ancient elven trees trembled in the roar, and the calm lake surface also set off huge waves!

At this moment, all the sleeping elves were awakened. They didn't know what was happening and looked around the window blankly.

A few drops of water quietly fell from the sky, and the water drops gradually bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

The elves suddenly had a glimmer of illusion. They saw that in the seven-color brilliance, Krisferena seemed to be alive. She seemed to be looking up at the direction where the silver light was retreating, reluctant to leave.

Two figures appeared at a window.

"He finally left..." Death God's voice was much older than before. Ever since Elsielot stepped into the blue lake, he suddenly seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

"Yeah..." Hughes looked at the place where the silver light disappeared, with no proud expression on his face.

"What about this statue? It takes a lot of magic power to maintain it, right?"

Xius was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Just keep it like this. If everything is over and he can survive, he will have a place to rely on."

Flame.

There are blazing flames everywhere!

This is not an ordinary flame, but a fire of bliss that contains great magic power and is enough to bind all souls!

In the flames, countless souls are crying, screaming, and struggling. They desperately ran back and forth in the flames, but they could not escape the shackles of the flames no matter what.

When the flames gradually extinguished, these desperate souls were gradually dragged into the ground by the flames. Their pain does not diminish as the flames are extinguished.

In the midst of the blazing flames, stood a stunning girl. Her gorgeous dress was torn in many places, and the exposed skin had scratches and bruises. Although she is still young, she already looks like a peerless beauty.

Looking at the soul struggling in the flames, the smile on her lips became more and more obvious and charming. Finally, she laughed wildly, her green eyes reflecting blazing flames and countless suffering souls!

Then there was a whirlwind...

Froya woke up, her head still hurt badly. With great difficulty, she finally saw Rogge in front of her. He was still shaking himself.

"Damn fat man, you're finally out! You've been in there all day and all night."

Rogg nodded and said: "Fortunately, everything went well. The frost dagger was also found."

"Where is it? Let me see!"

Roger smiled and said: "You can't see it yet. It's in Amaro's body, which is the most important part of the seal. You can't take it out now. Once you take it out, Amaro will resume its activities. ability."

Froya stood up and saw groups of soldiers digging tunnels under the command of elf engineers.

"What are they doing?" The little goblin was still a little confused.

"Amaro's body is relatively large. If you want to move it out, you must widen the passage."

"Damn Fatty, you can't subdue it by yourself, can you? Tell me, how many more things have you hidden that you haven't told me?" The little goblin pinched the flesh on Rogge's waist.

"Conquer it?" Rogge chuckled: "I didn't subdue it. We just agreed on the terms."

Of the more than a thousand surviving soldiers, half were digging passages and the other half were clearing the exits. Half a day has passed, and the passage has not been dug yet. The exit has been cleared first.

Roger frowned and walked among the corpses scattered in the military camp.

Although these corpses have begun to decay, horrific bite and scratch marks can still be seen on their bodies. The stench of corpses in the wind made Fengdie feel nauseous, but she still insisted on following Rogge.

"Where are those enemies..." As soon as she opened her mouth, the smell of corpses that hit her face completely interrupted her words.

Roger bent down and, regardless of the smell, tore open the clothes of a corpse and looked at the rotten wounds. It took him a long time to stand up, and his body inevitably emitted a strong corpse odor.

Rogg sighed and walked out of the military camp while saying: "The beasts that hurt people are not ordinary beasts. Only druids can summon and control so many mutated beasts. It seems that in The person preparing to ambush us outside the Stone Palace must be a Druid. As for him..."

Rogg frowned and said slowly: "He is already dead. This time the ones here are not ordinary druids, there is at least one elder among them."

Feng Die turned pale and gritted his teeth: "So...where are those Druids?"

"They may be dead, or they may have escaped." Rogge's mind suddenly flashed to Fengyue's right hand wrapped in light smoke, and he said, "They should all be dead."

Fengdie was silent and just followed Rogge.

The little goblin would never enter a place like a military camp with corpses everywhere. She looked at Rogge walking towards her, immediately covered her nose, and shouted: "Stay away from me! Come back after cleaning up!"

Rogge smiled faintly and walked towards Froya. Black flames kept coming out of his body. Finally, the demonic flames burned his clothes clean, and the annoying corpse odor naturally disappeared.

The goblin's face was slightly red, and he threw a robe to Rogge, who only had a piece of silver dragon armor left.

Roger's eyes slowly swept across the dilapidated stone palace and the surrounding melancholy forest, and his expression became increasingly gloomy. He wasn't sure if there were druids hiding in this forest. But since Fengyue said she would deal with the people outside, there should be no enemies in the surrounding area.

The Druid's blows these few times were very cruel and effective. If Fengyue, who had not been heard from for a long time, had not suddenly appeared, then this stone palace would have been the tomb of these more than 3,000 people. Even if Rogge himself could possibly escape, others would certainly not be spared, and the frost dagger would also fall into the hands of the druid.

"Sir, do you think those prisoners asked to leave?" The officer's request brought Rogge back from his thoughts.

Rogg looked over and saw the dozen or so Druid warriors who had survived the disaster gathering together and looking at this side.

"We can't just let them go!" Feng Die's cold voice made Rogge startled.

He looked back and saw Feng Die staring at the Druid warrior with hatred in her eyes. Her hand was holding the wheel saw tightly and was shaking uncontrollably.

Rogg grabbed Fengdie who was about to rush out, frowned and said: "What are you doing?"

"I want to kill these druids!" Fengdie said through gritted teeth.

Rogg shouted: "They are just the lowest status warriors, no matter how many you kill, it will be useless!"

"But...these druids killed him!" Feng Die suddenly burst into tears, crying hoarsely: "I paid so much price, I gave up my dignity, pride, purity and hope, everything... In order to keep him alive! However, the Druid still killed him! This... why is this!!"

Rogg turned around and shouted to the Druid warriors who were waiting for their fate to be pronounced: "I promised to let you go free, and I will fulfill my promise! Go back and tell those in Yunxiao City Druids, I don’t want to be enemies with them, don’t force me again! If they insist on having their own way, don’t let you die again. Next time, I won’t be so polite! Get out of here now!”

Feng Die stopped crying, she stared at the back of the Druid warrior, and said coldly to Rogge: "Are you really ready to reconcile with these Druids? If so, can you please dissolve it?" Our contract is that I will go to Yunxiao City by myself!"

Rogge smiled faintly and said: "Is reconciliation...possible? I just want the druids to discuss it to delay the time. We are too passive at the moment. Besides, what's the point of killing these soldiers? You have to kill several of his elders to let the Druid know the pain! Fengdie, follow me wholeheartedly. One day, I will take you to the City of Yunxiao."

Fengdie bit her lower lip gently and nodded slowly.

After another whole day, the passage in the stone palace was opened high and wide enough, and Amaro's body was finally able to be moved out of the stone palace. But the surrounding dense forest was a bigger obstacle. Rogge directed his soldiers to quickly open a path in the forest, and at the same time sent people to rush to the Grand Duke of Doriac, asking him to increase troops and monitor the movements of all druids in the province.

Rogg sent another team of elves to notify the Eye of Wisdom and asked them to send the Eye of Amaro to Dresden as soon as possible, where he would meet the people of the Eye of Wisdom.

He looked at Amaro's huge body and sneered imperceptibly.

The sea of ​​consciousness.

This time the battle was particularly long, and Fengyue's tenacity made even Wei Na find it difficult to resist.

The origin of God has entered a very dangerous state, and the two of them had to stop. Different from the calm demeanor after the previous battles, this time they all looked very embarrassed, their eyes dimmed, and their blond and black hair that were originally vertical like mirrors were messy. The two looked at each other for a while and began to tidy up their appearance in unison.

Feng Yue frowned slightly and stared at the busy Wella. She instinctively felt that Wella was planning something. However, although Fengyue has control over the origin of God, her understanding of the origin of God is too little, so she has no way of knowing Weina's thoughts, nor can she explore Weina's power and skills. Only in the battle with Weina can Feng Yue observe and understand Weina's unfathomable fighting skills.

As soon as their fighting stopped, the power of God's origin began to recover bit by bit. Another invisible battle begins. Every time the Origin of God restores a bit of energy, Feng Yue and Weina will fight for it at the same time. Fortunately, Feng Yue did not fall behind in the competition for God's original energy, and even had a slight upper hand because of his control. Even so, in the face of Weina's endless and ever-changing fighting skills, Feng Yue could only barely support her.

Feng Yue was concentrating on fighting for the energy of the origin of God, but Weina was busy non-stop.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a war has just subsided.

This battle was surprisingly long, and Weina was also surprised by Feng Yue's tenacity this time. She gradually felt that Feng Yue was becoming more and more difficult to handle. It wasn't until the origin of God was on the verge of collapse that the two had to stop and confront each other from a distance.

This time the fight to the death was more intense than before. They all looked a little embarrassed. Whether they were blond or black hair, they were no longer as smooth as before.

The two women looked at each other and straightened their appearance in unison. In the sea of ​​consciousness, their images are projections of consciousness. The reason why they appear in such a mess is because the origin of God is no longer stable after the fierce battle. But they can still restore the elegance and beauty of their appearance by adjusting their energy themselves. Ever since Wella mocked Yifan Fengyue's appearance after a battle, just like that colorful world, beauty has become another battlefield for them to fight.

As soon as their fighting stopped for a moment, the energy of God's origin began to recover. An invisible battle for these new energies breaks out again. In terms of competing for energy, Fengyue is not at a disadvantage in this aspect. Even because she has control over the origin of God, she has a slight upper hand. But in the face of Weina's endless and unpredictable combat arts, Feng Yue could only support him every time. But Wella couldn't subdue Feng Yue. With her fighting instinct derived from the Angel of Light, she couldn't explain why Feng Yue had such an indestructible willpower.

Weina even doubted that if this situation continued, would there come a day when she could truly subdue Feng Yue in the battle on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Feng Yue slowly closed her eyes and began to compete wholeheartedly for the energy of the origin of God.

"Why are you so serious?" Weina chuckled and said: "You want the original energy of God so much... Then I'll give you a little more!"

Feng Yue opened her eyes slightly, glanced at Wella coldly, and then closed them again. No matter how Weina provoked her next, Feng Yue ignored it completely.

Weina is not as serious as Feng Yue at all. While absorbing the origin of God, she teases Feng Yue with words and is still busy.

Her hands gracefully performed countless complex gestures in the air, and a golden cloud of light was changing between her hands. Every time Wei Na weaves a gesture, hundreds of tiny golden symbols will burst out from the light cloud and slowly fly into the endless void.

Under the cover of golden light clouds, Wella is like the **** of creation, spreading stars one after another.

Feng Yue vaguely felt that Wella seemed to have been planning something, but she could only distinguish her memory of reading the origin of God from Wella's golden symbols, and could not tell anything else. Ever since the day Wella went to rescue Rogge and expel the Druids, she had become mysterious. From time to time, he would reveal a little bit of pride to Feng Yue, intentionally or unintentionally. Feng Yue didn't know if Wella had really discovered something or if she was playing tricks on her.

Since she couldn’t figure it out, Feng Yue simply stopped thinking about it. This dreamlike and beautiful little person has indescribable persistence. She just can't help absorbing the energy of the source of God and remembering the fighting skills that Wella once used. Fengyue firmly believes that as long as Weina is completely defeated in the battle on the sea of ​​consciousness, everything she planned will be meaningless.

Kala is a medium-sized city in Leyton, and it is also the city with the largest number of Eye of Wisdom followers in the territory.

It was late at night that the excited Kara City slowly returned to calm. Today, Saint Mora with the Eye of Wisdom once again came to the city of Kara, which is favored by God, and personally blessed nearly ten thousand believers and prayed to the goddess on their behalf. Every believer of the Eye of Wisdom knows that being able to participate in a religious ceremony hosted by Saint Mora is an indescribably profound experience.

What is faith?

Believers may not be able to explain it, but they can say with certainty that having faith is a kind of happiness, and having faith is an incomparable feeling.

In Kara City, the Temple of the Eye of Wisdom is already quite large. Although it is still unable to compare with the temples of major religions such as the Holy Sect of Silver and the City of Yunxiao in metropolitan cities, it is in terms of its grand momentum and huge size. Judging from the vastness of the building complex, this temple is the most magnificent building in Kara City.

In the prayer room at the back of the temple, Saint Mora, dressed in white robes, was kneeling alone in front of the altar, silently praying to the ever-burning magic flame on the altar.

Her abilities have grown significantly over this period of time, but hosting a ceremony of today's scale still consumes all her strength. Although she was exhausted, she continued to pray every day. For Mora, her faith in the goddess Odereh is now everything to her.

Unconsciously, the entire prayer room was quietly enveloped in a mysterious golden light.

When Maura noticed, the dazzling mysterious light almost coated everything in the prayer room with a layer of gold. An indescribable aura of majesty quietly descended on the prayer room.

Mora's blond hair flowed slowly, and she stood up involuntarily, staring at the magical flames on the altar that had completely turned into golden color. Maura felt that her heart almost stopped beating. In front of this substantial golden light, she felt so humble, so small, so insignificant.

Being able to stand so close to the golden flame is already a supreme honor.

Reluctantly suppressing the urge to faint, Mora slowly knelt down, stretched out her arms toward the golden flame, and begged the oracle for help.

As if in response to her piety, the golden flames jumped, and lines of text appeared in the flames!

Mora stared at the words in the flames and engraved them in the deepest part of her soul.

A faint sound of footsteps rang in Maura's ears, and she suddenly knew clearly that the sound of rapid footsteps came from hundreds of meters away, before she had even entered the temple gate. And Mora knew that the owner of the footsteps was Elder Carmon.

"Is this a new ability given to me by the goddess as a reward for my faith?" Mora thought.

When Elder Carlmon stepped into the prayer room, the golden light that filled the room had dissipated, but the remnant of the oppressive power that looked down on all mortal beings was still there, and deeply shocked Carlmon's soul! His knees weakened and he knelt down involuntarily.

"Miss Mora...has the goddess just arrived?" Carmon's voice was trembling. He had experienced the goddess's arrival several times, and almost every time he lost the ability to move or even speak under the pressure of the goddess.

Mora still stared at the beating magic flames, and after a long time she said slowly: "Yes. The goddess's power is more powerful than before."

At this time, Audreyh's divine power in the prayer room had slowly dissipated, and Carmon acted as usual. He said carefully: "Miss Mora, Lord Rogge has just sent a secret letter. He has already Amaro's body has been found, and I want you to send someone to deliver the Eye of Amaro to Dresden, where he will join our people."

Mora's body trembled slightly, but Carmon, who lowered his head, did not notice this.

"Miss Mora, although... although Mr. Rogge is particularly favored by the goddess, and he has donated a large amount of money to the church, he is not a believer in the Eye of Wisdom after all. Moreover, the Eye of Amora is our The divine object used to create the Eye of Wisdom, just such a letter, can it really be sent to him? Look..."

Mora seemed to sigh quietly, and said calmly: "I will personally deliver the Eye of Amaro to Dresden."

"But," Elder Carmon said in surprise: "If you leave, who will preside over the two scheduled ceremonies for cultivating believers next week?"

In this moment, Maura had returned to her usual sacred and noble character, and said calmly: "Cancel it."

"But..." Carmon wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Mora: "Elder Carmon, please go arrange my schedule. I have to leave overnight."

Carmon could only nod in agreement.

Mora walked slowly out, and when she passed Elder Carmon, she suddenly stopped and said softly: "Being able to dedicate everything to the goddess is the highest honor for a believer."

Carmon looked at Maura's back with some confusion in his heart.

At the same moment, in a distant place, believers were praying to the gods.

The same temple, the same place to serve God, but the magnificence of this mysterious temple has surpassed any temple on the mainland, even the Great Temple of Light of the Church of Light.

There is no magical flame for illumination in this temple, but a soft silver light that comes from nowhere illuminates everything in the temple. All the furnishings in the temple are extremely tall, and the three entrance and exit gates are each twenty meters high. But in this huge hall, which is fifty meters high and nearly four hundred meters long and wide, all the huge facilities seem insignificant.

In front of the huge altar, a pious figure is prostrate. The sun rises and sets, the moon shines and the moon dims. It has been prostrate for who knows how long.

The figure looked very weak, trembling all the time, as if it might fall down at any time, but it still persisted, waiting for the instructions given to it by God.

The door to the side of the temple opened quietly. A tall figure slowly walked into the temple. All conversations in this temple are conducted through spiritual communication, so no matter how many believers are present, the temple is always quiet.

It silently looked at the figure in front of the temple, sighed longly, and said: "Give up! My child. You asked, and God also guided you on the path. Your current behavior is supreme to God. An offense against dignity will never lead to anything. As a prophet appointed by God, you should know these things better than I do."

It took a long time before the prostrate figure answered, with unconcealable weakness in its voice: "I know. But I can't believe it, let alone accept the fate revealed in the oracle. I'm not willing to give in, I need an answer. !"

"We have strength and wisdom, but our strength and wisdom are not enough to free us from the river of destiny. God is omnipotent, and his sight is beyond the scope of our understanding. Destiny is not It will change. Give up, my child! This way you can still retain God's favor!"

"I will never give up!" The crawling figure replied firmly: "If God cannot change fate, then I will change it myself! Even if every tributary of the river of fate points to the same end point, I would rather be covered in bruises , being carried to the end by the river! It is better than being confused and drifting with the current!"

The soft silver light in the hall suddenly became brighter and dazzling.

The silver light became brighter and brighter, and then the whole palace began to shake!

"My child, in response to your call, God has come again. But... if you give up now, maybe it's still too late!"

"I will never give up!"

The temple shook suddenly, and the huge altar collapsed! A silent, but soul-shaking roar suddenly came from the dazzling silver light!

Then everything became quiet, the silver light faded, and the huge temple fell into unprecedented complete darkness. After a moment, four amber lights slowly lit up, which was the light emitted by their eyes.

"God is angry, and he has withdrawn his protection from us. My child, you know what this means!" The elder's voice became stern, but it also contained infinite pain.

The prostrate figure stood up and said firmly: "I know. I will pay for my sins. From now on, I give up my faith and prepare to bear the wrath of God caused by it. Please serve God Find a new prophet!"

It walked towards the temple door.

"My child! The oracle has revealed what kind of road you are going to take now! At the end of the road is pain, perdition and destruction! The endless flames will burn your soul forever!"

"I know." It walked out of the temple firmly.

I don’t know how long it took before a long sigh sounded in the temple: "Is this the pain of the prophet..."

Roger is happy now.

He is not without troubles and pains. In fact, he may have more troubles and pains than most people and more than most creatures. It’s just that he deals with pain in a very positive way. Fatty would never hesitate to pass on the pain to others. If you really can't pass it on, then start solving it. If it cannot be solved temporarily, then work hard to improve your strength and wait for a solution in the future. In the fat man's mind, power, wealth, and personal strength are all part of strength. Absolute power can solve most troubles, this is Fatty's creed.

He suddenly discovered that he had gradually become somewhat similar to Feng Yue.

As for those troubles that cannot be solved even with powerful power...

"Then let them go to hell!" the fat man thought happily. All in all, being depressed because of pain is too luxurious. He would rather struggle and vent than be depressed.

Now whenever something is successfully completed, Fatty is very happy. Sometimes, he even couldn't help but want to be grateful, but found that he couldn't find anyone to be grateful to, so the thick-skinned fat man immediately attributed everything to his own wisdom and martial arts.

At this moment, looking at the Eye of Amaro with a faint halo in front of him, Rogge felt even more happy.

The huge Eye of Amaro is half a meter long and is light cyan in color, with a blood-red eye in the center. In the center of the eye is a deep black, narrow and beast-like pupil.

Rogg reached out and gently touched the Eye of Amaro, feeling the smooth and cold feeling on his fingertips and the strange energy seeping into his skin.

"Lord Rogge, if you come into contact with the Eye of Amaro for too long, it will cause damage to your body." Mora said softly.

Roger chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter, Amaro's power won't hurt me now."

Moura asked again: "I heard that you have found Amaro's body, but I didn't sense its breath."

Rogg smiled and said: "Of course you can't sense it. I have already transported it to the City of Oracle."

"So what do you plan to do with the Eye of Amaro?"

Roger hesitated. He suddenly thought of Odaireh, his heart beat wildly a few times, and he spoke the truth: "I want to get this thing back to the Oracle City, and then resurrect Amaro."

"But," Mora said: "When making a deal with Amaro... you must be careful! He may regret it."

Roger smiled and said: "Moura, you have changed a lot! Amaro was the first **** you served, and now you actually evaluate it like this."

Maura smiled softly. At this moment, Rogge suddenly had some illusion, feeling that the whole room suddenly lit up, and the light was so soft, and Mora's sweet voice became erratic, as if coming from outside: "What I believe now There is only the goddess Odaireh. Amaro is just a false god, and its true identity is a demon."

She walked towards Roger. The white robe flutters slightly with the swaying steps, revealing a thought-provoking curve from time to time. Maura is rare in terms of figure and appearance. Perhaps because she has been serving the goddess Audreyh for a long time, she has gradually become a mixture of sanctity and unruliness. Every step Mora made seemed to stir up an invisible ripple, penetrating Rogge's defenses unknowingly. Rogge suddenly remembered the night when he first met Maura, and her naked, blood-stained body.

She stood behind Rogge, pushed him into a chair, and said: "I have changed a lot! You must be too busy and tired, so you have never paid attention to these little things. I have a method, It can relieve your fatigue."

As she spoke, without allowing Rogge to object, she put her delicate hands on Rogge's forehead. Her fingers gently passed over his forehead, cheeks, and neck. Then, she reached into Rogge's collar and pressed it gently. His pecs.

Small strands of cold energy could not help but seep into Rogge's skin from her fingertips. Rogge was very surprised by Maura's sudden intimacy, but since it came from a beauty like Maura, the fat man would only welcome this kind of intimacy. The icy cold energy transmitted from Maura's fingertips was very comfortable, constantly stimulating bursts of heat in his body, allowing him to completely relax. Rogge's spirit also became a little sluggish. He didn't want to think too much and just wanted to enjoy this moment.

He relaxed completely, leaned back, and leaned against Maura. Maura smiled softly and did not avoid it. Under her thin robe, Rogge could completely feel the soft and boneless body and the soft and tender skin.

Rogg suddenly pressed down on the delicate hands that were no longer wandering in his robe, and pulled hard. Mora exclaimed, involuntarily leaning down and falling on Rogg's shoulders.

Rogg's whole body was filled with heat. He held Maura's little face and kissed her on the lips. Mora struggled hard, but how could she be a match for Rogge's brute strength? So there was no way to escape, and he was kissed.

The fat man reached out and hugged Maura's entire body, placed her on his lap, and reached under her robe with one hand.

Maura's body tensed up instantly, then relaxed. She opened her small mouth slightly, allowing Rogge to explore the fragrance inside, and then bit down **** the unbridled tongue. The fat man couldn't help but let out a low cry. Although Maura didn't bite his tongue, the pain was still very painful.

Taking this opportunity, Mora suddenly pushed Rogge away and escaped from his clutches.

Rogg looked at Mora who was panicking and retreating, and the fire in his body became even more intense. He couldn't help but frown and said, "You're seducing me!"

"I didn't!" Maura denied categorically, but she seemed to have tripped over something when she stepped back and fell down accidentally. With a sneer, her thin robe suddenly tore apart, revealing a pair of snow-white, impeccable long legs.

At this moment, something seemed to explode in Rogge's mind!

He smiled, stared at Maura's exposed long legs, and said slowly: "This game is very interesting, I like it! You run away, I'll see where you can run away! You can also scream, but you can't Someone is helping you."

Mora exclaimed in a low voice, retracted her legs, and tried hard to cover her exposed long legs with the broken robe, but her pair of snow-white calves and bare feet could not be covered at all.

This scene actually added to the temptation in Rogge's eyes. He began to approach Maura step by step, and Maura was like a helpless little woman, staring at Rogge with her light blue eyes in fear, and couldn't help but move back.

There was only provocation in those light blue eyes.

Roger's thinking has been very slow. As far as the instinct of fat people is concerned, there is always only one solution to the provocation of the weak, and that is suppression.

At this time, Maura had no retreat and was shrinking back to the corner desperately, but her light blue eyes were still provoking. Rogge slowly squatted down in front of Maura, who was almost shrinking into a ball. Amid her almost desperate exclamation, he reached out and grabbed one of her soft, moist feet...

The world of death.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake in the sea of ​​consciousness. The ripples expanded rapidly and turned into huge waves in the blink of an eye. The whole Jinhu seems to be boiling!

Feng Yue's silver eyes slowly opened and asked: "What are you doing?"

Wella did not answer, but asked: "Do you want to know what advent is?"

Feng Yue raised her right fist, and her delicate little hand was already covered with a layer of silver light: "Wella, no matter what you are doing, stop it immediately!"

Weina smiled and said: "The origin of God has not been restored yet, do you want to take action now? Well, since you want to know so much, I won't hide it from you. Shouldn't you care about those coordinates? What's the situation?"

Feng Yue snorted softly, closed her eyes slightly, opened them again, and said coldly: "What did you do to Maura?"

Weina ignored Fengyue's question and just said: "No matter what I did, it's too late for you to stop it now. There is still time, so I'll explain to you what advent is. For heaven It is said that the effect of advent is much more powerful than reincarnation, but it is also much more dangerous. Before an angel descends, he must first choose a body that can withstand the powerful energy generated when descending, and this body must be able to exert its full power in the future. The power that an angel should have. Once the body is chosen, the angel will restore itself to the most original energy state of the heaven, then enter the new body and expel the original soul of the new body. For those lower-level angels, because of their power The loss is too fast, and the time they can maintain their original state is very short. The process of expelling or destroying the soul of the new body is also very difficult, and it also consumes a lot of energy, especially when the soul of the new body has a strong will. Therefore, most of the low-level angels who tried to descend in the early stages died due to exhaustion of power during the descending process, and those few who succeeded were unable to completely expel the soul of the original owner, and the new body instead became a ** cage that imprisoned them. ... ”

Before Wei Na finished speaking, Feng Yue had already punched her face.

Weina's smile suddenly disappeared, and her voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness: "Fengyue, you have no chance!"

Her hands danced at a high speed that transcended time and space, and one after another indescribably powerful spells flew towards Fengyue.

Weina's icy voice echoed over the crazily roaring Golden Lake: "Time and space are cut off, disordered divisions, time and space orderly, soul binding!" At the last sentence, she pointed towards Feng Yue in the air!

Feng Yue suddenly found that she could no longer move and her body had turned into a nearly transparent shadow. She clearly knew that the space in the sea of ​​consciousness had undergone unimaginable changes at this moment, and her soul was in a mysterious and uncontrollable state.

"Fengyue, you can't resist this time, right?" Weina smiled. She flew to Feng Yue and gently stroked the mirror-like black hair with her hands.

Feng Yue just said calmly: "Really? Let me see how long you can support it."

"It doesn't take long, just a moment."

Feng Yue said coldly: "I'm waiting."

Wella's image was pulsing and blurry. It was obvious that she had almost exhausted all her strength in order to cast the series of terrifying spells just now.

But she didn't take it seriously. She just caressed Fengyue's face and said softly: "Let's continue talking about advent. Because of the various restrictions and dangers during advent, the newly born angels are very weak. Later, In order to thoroughly explore the limitations and dangers of the advent, the Lord God designated me, who had just been created, to descend into that world. Although the advent was dangerous, with the fighting instinct and huge power of the Angel of Light, I was able to handle it all easily. At that time, I My new body was perfect, but my will was also extremely strong. Just before I completely destroyed that soul, I met Rodriguez."

Weina chuckled lightly and said: "Otherwise... hum!"

"You don't have much time." Feng Yue reminded her coldly.

Weina smiled mysteriously and said: "I'm not afraid, so why are you anxious? Do you think that although I have temporarily imprisoned you, there is nothing I can do to you? But after a while, you will You will have feelings."

Moura's robe has been torn to pieces by Rogge, revealing large areas of dazzlingly white skin. But the fat man deliberately did not tear off Maura's robe completely, so that the flickering **** would irritate his nerves even more.

Moura gasped sharply, while twisting and struggling desperately under Rogge, blocking his evil hands, she kept fighting with Rogge, sometimes begging for mercy, sometimes threatening.

In Rogge's eyes, these are all temptations, naked temptations!

Maura was like a big slippery fish, so he had to use all his energy to deal with her in order to prevent her from escaping.

The game has been going on long enough. Rogge suddenly pressed firmly on Mo's slender waist, which could not stop twisting, and slowly pressed up! Mora struggled and dodged frantically, but the room for movement was too small to stop his forceful invasion.

Her complexion changed, then she frowned, screaming in pain, and ten nails dug deeply into Rogge's skin...

The sea of ​​consciousness.

The surface of the boiling lake suddenly became as smooth as a mirror...

Then a huge water column rose into the sky, completely submerging Feng Yue! Wella pulled back and barely managed to avoid the water column.

A burst of irresistible pain hit Fengyue's soul, but there was an indescribable feeling in this pain. This feeling was as thin as spring rain, but irresistible, quietly eroding every corner of her soul. Fengyue only felt that her power was inexplicably draining away, and all this was beyond her understanding. Fengyue finally panicked, and a strange feeling spread quietly deep in her heart.

Feng Yueqing shouted, and countless thin strips of light appeared around her body. These light strips flickered on and off under her constant impact, and from time to time one would explode into a shower of light that filled the sky. In the blink of an eye, Fengyue's right hand had broken through the shackles of the light net!

The huge waves receded and the lake became calm again. However, Wei Na appeared above Feng Yue. She stretched out her hand and pressed it. The light network regained its stability, and Feng Yue's body was slowly pressed into the golden lake. Outside the light net, Feng Yue's right hand wanted to grab Wella's hand, but even within this few minutes' distance, it seemed that she would never be able to reach it.

The water in the lake is calm, but there are undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

Bursts of strange feelings washed over Feng Yue's soul along with the undercurrent. Now the pain contained in the undercurrent has been reduced a lot, but the bursts of soreness, pain, and itching, accompanied by the determination of dedication, doubts and regrets, and the vague satisfaction, are almost overwhelming for her.

Weina smiled weakly and said: "Now do you know why I want to explain the advent to you? I have connected the origin of God with Mora's soul, and now this is the deepest part of Mora's soul. consciousness. Everything she feels now, you will feel it exactly. In a sense, although she is not you, you are her. This is the initial stage of arrival."

"So...that's it!" Feng Yue thought in a daze.

A huge wave suddenly rose into the sky without warning! Feng Yue couldn't help but tremble, her resistance immediately weakened a bit, the confining light network stabilized, and disappeared into the air again.

The huge wave also submerged Wella. But when the waves receded, Weena's whole body was seen to be covered with a faint light shield, blocking out the lake water.

Subsequently, huge waves surged up rhythmically one after another, like an endless tide. Amid the waves and undercurrents that hit each other, Feng Yue endured hardships, but Wella, protected by the light shield, was safe and sound.

Feng Yue's black hair has drifted away in the lake, her mouth is slightly open, the silver light in her eyes is fluctuating violently, and her body is emitting an astonishing high heat. From time to time, a large cloud of golden mist will erupt from the lake!

A victorious smile appeared on the corner of Wei Na's mouth, and she said: "Fengyue, you should give up resistance! Being able to experience the experience of coming in advance is a precious opportunity that has never been seen before! If we can find a suitable body , you can completely get rid of the shackles of this abandoned place and come to that world again."

She smiled and said: "Although you want me to sleep forever, we are born from the same source after all. As long as you obey me from now on, I will not destroy you. Moreover, I will also trigger you With the light angel fighting instinct in your body, you can then use my abilities. For example, the 'Guardian of Light Angel' I use now. This is a nearly perfect defensive ability! Wait until you finish experiencing this time' "Arrival", you will have feelings, and your will will no longer be indestructible. At that time, it will not be difficult for me to erase your existence. You can't beat me, Feng Yue, give up. "

At this moment, Maura was sweating profusely, but her eyes were still staring straight into Rogge's eyes. The look in his eyes was not only provocative, but provocative.

Rogg snorted. With the special ability of this monster body, he still didn't believe that he would be unable to deal with this hated Mora. He began to concentrate his mental power on his lower body, and the weapon used to ravage Mora was slowly getting bigger.

Moura's expression suddenly changed, she couldn't help but hold on to Rogge, and exclaimed in shock: "How...how could this happen!"

Roger chuckled and said, "Do you regret it now? It's too late!"

The golden lake water surged crazily, and Wella smiled proudly.

Underwater, Feng Yue's struggle gradually became weak. The slender fingers of her right hand were still trying to reach forward, but it was no longer possible to touch Weina's hand, which was only an inch away. The silver light in her eyes began to fade, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something to Wella.

Weina leaned forward slightly and said with a smile: "Are you willing to hand over the origin of God?"

Feng Yue's little mouth suddenly opened, and a small light black ball of light flew out like lightning and hit Weina's protective light shield! This black ball of light seemed to be alive, with a faint ink color instantly filling the entire protective light shield. Before Wella could react, the entire protective light shield suddenly disappeared!

"Erosion! How could you use this..." Before Wella could finish her exclamation, a huge wave drowned her subsequent words.

The power of this wave was extremely huge, and Wella's body immediately sank slightly!

"You also...come down!" Feng Yue's eyes were filled with silver light, and her right hand grabbed Weina's throat like lightning, dragging her into the lake...

Mora, who was still unruly just now, has lost all her arrogance and is pleading. But Rogge was so high-spirited that he completely ignored Mora's pleas and just kept conquering and ravaging.

Roger's spirit suddenly became blurry. In his eyes, Mora's beautiful figure became blurred, as if there were three images overlapping each other.

He shook his head, and the illusion disappeared again. ~IndoMTL.com~ The natural charm is really powerful, it can actually make me hallucinate. "The fat man thought, and his strength increased a bit.

In the golden lake, Wei Na and Fengyue were both weak and weak, but they were still struggling to fight. Weina tried to rush out of the lake several times, but she couldn't get rid of Feng Yue's right hand that grabbed her throat, and she was pulled back under the water.

Undercurrents came and went, and their spirits and wills were constantly wavering.

"Wella!... Untie the restraints... Let's go up together!" Feng Yue's stern words were intermittent, sounding like she was begging for something.

"Fengyue..." Wei Na's tone also became very strange, "You...you...in order to protect him...ah...you can even ignore your own destruction..."

A strong undercurrent interrupted Wella's words. They all couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"Me too... In order to no longer fall into an endless sleep, I, Wella, the Audreyh of Heaven, am willing to bear everything!!"

Weina suddenly reached out and grabbed Fengyue's throat, leading her straight to the deepest part of Jinhu...