Blasphemy: 14 Endowments

Rogge introduced Macbeth to the historical origins and customs of Shield City while leading him to the headquarters of the Tide Legion. Rogge's journey was not easy. He kept testing Macbeth with words. Countless strategies poured out of his mind, only to be rejected one by one.

The headquarters of the 'Tide' Legion is a majestic building with a total of four floors, with a rough and simple shape. The exterior wall has not been modified in any way, exposing the true texture of the red rock, which is extremely solid. In fact, this legion headquarters itself is a small fortress. The dignified and thrilling crimson color of the outer wall, in addition to the natural color given to the rock, is also soaked in the blood of countless enemies, including of course many Tide Legion warriors.

Except for entering here on the first day he came to Schild City, Rogge never came here again. Because Wallace wasn't even assigned an office.

At the gate of the headquarters, a young guard blocked the three people with a spear.

"Lord Rogge, this is an important place for the legion. You cannot enter without General Wallace's order! Please wait here for a moment and wait to inform General Wallace." The young guard said expressionlessly.

Rogg was slightly startled. He had never thought that the ‘Tide’ Legion would be so bold and rude! But the fat man had a plan in mind.

The fat man smiled and said to the guard: "Do you know who I am? Tell me."

The young guard replied sonorously: "You are Sir Roger Otta Rivers, the prince of the empire."

"Then why did I appear in Shield City?"

"You have been ordered to command the three corps behind the Tide Legion and command the war on the Western Front."

"So, you know very well that I am the supreme commander here, why don't you let me in?" The smile on Rogge's face has disappeared.

The young guard could see that he was a little nervous, but he still replied loudly: "As a non-commissioned officer of the Fourth Army, according to the order within the army, I can only be responsible for General Wallace's orders."

The older-looking guard on the other side of the gate already sensed something was wrong and walked up.

Rogg suddenly turned around, looked at the older guard, and said calmly: "As the highest commander on the Western Front, I have the right to execute any soldier who leaves his post without authorization on the spot. Now, go back to your post."

Under Rogge's gaze, the old guard suddenly felt a chill, as if a cold and slippery snake had crawled up his back. The upturned mustache on his lips jumped a few times, and finally returned to his own. At the sentry post.

Rogg smiled, looked at the young guard, and said, "I order you now to let us in."

The guard finally realized that something was not right about the situation. Under the fat man's half-smiling gaze, his face gradually turned pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his high forehead, but he still persisted: " Only with General Wallace's permission..."

"Okay." Rogge interrupted with a smile and asked: "What is your name and serial number?"

The guard saluted with a military salute and said loudly: "Non-commissioned officer Wald of the Fourth Heavy Armored Corps Guards Regiment!"

Rogg nodded and said: "Very good, Walder, what is Article 11 of the General Provisions of the Imperial Code? Can you recite it?"

"The emperor's men should unconditionally carry out the orders of their superiors. Those who refuse to carry out the orders of their superiors will be severely punished in accordance with military regulations." The fine beads of sweat on Wald's forehead finally condensed into cold sweat and dripped down. He knew very well the meaning of the words "according to military regulations and severe punishment". The imperial law is harsh, as long as the word "severe punishment" is mentioned, the death penalty will most likely be imposed.

"What about Article 19?"

"Anyone who delays a fighter plane will be punished strictly according to military regulations." Wald was a little confused this time. How did he delay a fighter plane?

A sudden and crisp sound of boots came from inside the door, and Rogge's beautiful adjutant Mei walked over quickly. She first saluted Rogge, and then scolded Walder: "Go back to your post. General Wallace's order has been cancelled."

Mei turned to Rogge again, with a respectful but indifferent tone: "Sir Rogge, you have not been to the legion headquarters since you took office. General Wallace did not expect you to come today, But he is already waiting for you in the office. But who are these two?"

Roger looked up and down at Mei, who had a beautiful appearance, a tall figure, and a temperament as cold as an iceberg, and said calmly: "The identities of these two are naturally important, but this is not a secret that you, a young major, can know. Just lead the way, it’s just right, I also want to meet Wallace."

A flash of anger flashed in Mei's eyes, but on the surface she still had that indifferent expression that was unmoved by external objects, and said: "Please come with me."

"The attitude of your subordinates towards you is very disrespectful," said Macbeth.

He communicated with Rogge through mental fluctuations, and even Androni who was following behind him couldn't intercept it, so he was not afraid of leaking any secrets at all.

Rogge replied: "Lord Macbeth, this is normal. You know the war between me and the believers of the goddess of nature, and you can definitely see how many believers of the goddess of nature are here. With the noble and holy angels Different, most humble people are selfish. They always hope to be able to control their own selfish interests, regardless of whether they deserve it, whether it is real interests, or just illusory fantasies. I have just been transferred The highest commander here has the power of life and death, but you see, these believers of the Goddess of Nature tried their best to prevent me from taking over the command, and even refused to let me enter the legion headquarters! In fact, the reason behind it is very clear! Indeed, I There have been wars with the believers of the Goddess of Nature before, but this is not the real reason why the soldiers here reject me. They are just for their own selfish interests and just want to sit in my current position. If their beliefs are pious, someone should have been there long ago Jumped out and assassinated me..."

Rogg's mental fluctuations were still echoing in the air, and suddenly there was a piercing scream that ripped through the air above his head!

A military heavy crossbow arrow shot through the air! In the afterglow of the setting sun, the three-edged arrowhead made of hardened steel shone with a faint green light, and the dense barbs and serrations on the edge smiled ferociously at Rogge's chest, longing for a feast of blood and flesh.

However, Rogge looked at the giant crossbow, and the smile on his face never lost half a point.

"Lord Macbeth! We can't let these pagans be so arrogant in front of you!..." Rogge's mental fluctuations were instantly transmitted to Macbeth's consciousness.

Macbeth raised his long eyebrows, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it casually. The crossbow, which was powerful enough to pierce a heavily armored knight, suddenly appeared in his hand, completely losing the strength of the crossbow that had just leapt through the air to kill people in a hundred steps. .

In Mei's horrified eyes, a cluster of transparent flames lit up in Macbeth's powerful hand, and the crossbow arrow made of pure steel quickly glowed red from his hand. In the blink of an eye, the entire arrow was made of green Turning red, turning from red to white, and finally turning into hot molten steel, falling to the ground!

And Macbeth's left hand, glowing with a faint flame, was still spotless.

All this happened so fast, not only Mei, but all the officers and soldiers from the gate to the main building had no reaction for a while, staring blankly at Macbeth's left hand.

There was an exclamation from a tall tower in the distance!

Macbeth snorted, and golden light lit up in his eyes. Without seeing any movement from him, a sentry in the tower screamed, as if being grabbed by an invisible hand, and flew towards Macbeth. Come.

Rogge said again: "Lord Macbeth! You can't let these pagans understand your supreme power and brilliance like this. You have to slightly reduce the difficulty of your skills and take some small measures. For example, if you completely destroy that tower, the greater the momentum, the better the effect..."

As a result, a flaming golden magic circle suddenly appeared at Macbeth's feet. At the same time, there was a dull roar in the air, and dark gray thick smoke came out from the arrow holes in the doors, windows and even all the gaps in the tower. Cover the entire building. Then, an invisible shock wave passed through the entire legion headquarters, and in a series of bangs, all the glass windows were blown to pieces!

The smoke gradually thinned and dissipated, and the place turned out to be completely blank. The tower that was originally built on the corner of the castle's outer wall and was more than ten meters higher than the outer wall had been quietly annihilated. There were only a few sentries who were supposed to stand in the tower on guard. Standing blankly on top of the broad outer wall, looking around blankly, completely unaware of why the magnificent tower suddenly disappeared. But they were unscathed.

What does it mean to be able to destroy a tower in an instant while preserving the lives of the vulnerable human warriors inside?

Amid an unpleasant creaking sound, the 1,300-year-old sterling silver wine glass in Wallace's hand was groaning and twisting. But Wallace had no idea that his most beloved wine glass had been completely destroyed. He just stood in front of the window, looking at Macbeth with a livid face, and at the murderer floating in the air and unable to move.

Wallace turned around suddenly, pulled the adjutant beside him, lifted him up hard by his collar, and almost roared: "Damn it! That's Oliver! Didn't you say that you had already removed Frederick?" Have Lord Lie's wife and young master sent them away? Why is Oliver still here!"

The adjutant was half a head shorter than Wallace. Under the officer's fury, he had to stand on tiptoes to avoid suffocation. He also tried his best to answer the question: "I...obviously watched their motorcade leave! This...young Master Oliver must have sneaked back by himself."

Wallace's hair and beard were all swollen, and he glared angrily at the adjutant who was lifted off the ground by his feet, shaking with anger. After a moment, he forced the adjutant to the ground and said word by word: "Joaquin, you'd better not play any tricks behind my back! Young Master Oliver comes back secretly? If he comes back secretly, he will steal a whole set of armor, and he will walk on Will the sentry post be issued with heavy crossbows?! I’m telling you, if anything happens to him, don’t blame me for not remembering our ten-year relationship and making your life worse than death for the rest of your life!”

After that, Wallace went out like a gust of wind, and his huge roar quickly went down the stairs: "Guards! Get the **** out of here! Form a line to meet Mr. Rogge!"

Adjutant Joaquin stood in the empty and dark room, smiled coldly, and slowly straightened his wrinkled shirt.

A moment later, everyone was sitting in the largest conference room in the legion headquarters.

The expressionless Macbeth sits in the center, while Oliver, who is trying to assassinate Rogge, floats behind him. This is a very handsome young man, with a bit of childishness on his face. A golden chain of light wraps around him, pinning him in the air with his arms and legs wide open like a real entity, unable to move. He looked a little frightened, but when his eyes fell on Rogge, the fright turned into extreme anger.

The generals of the 'Tide' Legion are no strangers to magic. At least they recognize the golden chains that bind Oliver, which are the Yexuan Shackles. It’s just that this magic can only be used to bind the dead, but Macbeth can actually use it to bind ordinary humans! In the hands of Macbeth, magic has transcended the realm of ordinary people.

Macbeth's eyes were slightly closed, as if he didn't care about the outside world. From entering the gate to sitting here, he could clearly feel that people's secretly paying gazes had changed from contempt to respect, fear, and even reverence.

Feeling this change with his heart, Macbeth was thoughtful.

"There is no room for accommodation before the imperial regulations. The felony of assassinating the imperial prince and the supreme commander on the front line can only be punished by death. General Wallace, you should know this better than me." Rogge said coldly. .

The dozen generals sitting next to Wallace were in an uproar. If they hadn't been frightened by Macbeth's power, someone might have rushed up to them.

Wallace slammed the table and yelled to the left and right: "Shut up!"

When the generals calmed down, Wallace said slowly: "Lord Rogge has led the army for many years, and he must understand the feelings of those of us who have been soldiers for a lifetime. To be honest, Oliver is Lord Frederick's youngest son. So. Do you think, how should this matter be handled?"

Rogge said calmly: "Everything will be carried out according to the imperial regulations. Convene a special court, decide the crime of assassination, and implement the ruling. That's it."

Wallace pondered for a moment and said: "Okay! Just do what Mr. Rogge wants."

Mei, who was standing behind Rogge, suddenly interjected: "Lord Rogge, even if we follow the imperial regulations, we still can't completely conclude that Oliver intends to assassinate you."

Roger raised his head and said coldly to Mei: "Here, I am the only one who has the right to interpret the imperial regulations. Major, if you continue to speak randomly without permission, then I will You will be punished according to the crime of disrespecting the superior!"

Mei's face changed, she took a step back silently, and became silent.

According to imperial regulations, disrespect for an officer should be punished by being naked and whipped in public. For Mei, the power of this punishment is beyond doubt.

Wallace asked again: "Does Lord Rogge have any other requests?"

Rogge was slightly startled. This seemingly rough-and-tumble Wallace turned out not to be simple at all. He never mentioned Oliver again, and was not moved by the excitement of his generals at all, and refused to give him any more money. Even if he has a little bit of control.

Rogge said: "Prepare a residence for Lord Macbeth, and I don't want to encounter any obstacles when I accompany Lord Macbeth to visit Shild City. That's all."

Wallace waved to an old general in charge of the military quarters department and ordered: "Find the best private house in the city! Whoever the owner is, tell him that the house has been requisitioned by the legion. Also, put the house in my office Move all the things out, that will be Mr. Rogge’s office from now on..."

Roger shook his head and interrupted Wallace: "General, there is no need to prepare an office for me. You can fight the war on the Western Front however you want. I will not intervene for the time being. As for the troops on both sides, As for the issue of cooperation, you can discuss it directly with my generals, so I can relax for a while."

Wallace was startled. This time, he really didn’t understand what Rogge meant.

Roger looked at Oliver and said: "As for this young and brave Mr. Oliver, no matter how special his identity is, he must go through the trial of the Special Imperial Court. General Wallace, I will hand him over to you now. However, such felons must be strictly guarded. I think at least twice as many guards are needed. General, if Mr. Oliver escapes, then all the guards in the prison will be dealt with according to military regulations. ! As for the time to convene the special court, I think it will be set in seven days."

The golden chains wrapped around Oliver turned into specks of light, and the invisible force field restraining him quietly disappeared. The pale Oliver slowly fell to the ground, his young face still full of hatred.

Macbeth and Androni both stood up and followed Rogge outside. As soon as Rogge walked to the door, he suddenly patted his head and turned around and said: "Ah! I almost forgot that Sergeant Wald who was standing guard at the door just refused to carry out my order and was imprisoned immediately! He will be hanged early tomorrow morning. As for As for the order procedure, Mei, please help me draft it and send it to my residence for signature later."

Wallace led the generals to send Rogge out of the legion headquarters. He stood outside the gate until Rogge and the three figures disappeared, then slowly turned around.

Behind him were dozens of gloomy-looking generals.

Although the afterglow of the setting sun was still caressing Shield City warmly, the generals seemed to be surrounded by darkness, and the wind whistling through the streets was also particularly cold. Wallace's eyes fell on an old general with gray hair, and he asked slowly: "How many guards should we have in one of our prisons?"

"Including the warden, there should be a total of seventy-six people." The old general's voice was very dry.

"Twice the guards, that's one hundred and fifty-two people..." Wallace murmured. He suddenly raised his voice and asked, "We can find one hundred and fifty-two people who are willing to serve." Lord Frederick’s fallen soldier?!”

"We have 30,000 soldiers who are willing to sacrifice!" the old general cheered up and replied proudly.

"Thirty thousand?" Wallace thought slightly self-deprecatingly. He looked around and felt that the conference room and even the entire Schild City were shrouded in a huge shadow. In the sky, Macbeth's stern face seemed to be looking down at him.

"Dear Lord Macbeth, this is the despicable character of human beings who tend to follow others. Their attitude towards you actually directly reflects their evaluation of you from the bottom of their hearts. Take these believers of the goddess of nature as an example. They look down on you because they look down on you. I don't even have an office prepared for me..." Rogge was touring the downtown area with Macbeth while communicating with him through mental fluctuations.

Androni followed them silently as before.

Macbeth nodded slightly. He suddenly remembered the different attitudes that the Church of Light had towards him and Achilles since his arrival, starting from the pope down, and he couldn't help but feel angry secretly in his heart.

He, Macbeth, is a powerful angel who has served the God of Prologue, Friamir, for thousands of years and was given four wings of glory.

And what about Achilles? The angels of light were created by Tiratmis. They have not even entered the formal angel order. They are just fighting machines and dolls of the Lord God! And how can Tiratmis's divine personality be compared with that of Furianmir?

Since coming into this world, there are only two people who truly respect and admire Macbeth before all existence.

One is Catherine and the other is Roger.

Macbeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His subtle movements naturally did not escape Rogge's eyes.

Thousands of miles of wilderness, the top of a solitary mountain.

Feng Yue sat alone on the long handle of the Death Scythe, swinging her slender feet back and forth, letting the surging clouds caress her skin.

The silver eyes looked forward quietly. Under the blue sky in front of her, there seemed to be a pair of bright red eyes, staring at her quietly.

The sea of ​​clouds below Feng Yue surged, and Grigori's huge body emerged, habitually flying to and stopping behind Feng Yue.

"Master! I have sent Ston to Moonlight Dragon City, and the Silver Dragon King Craneo agreed to treat him with the last bit of water in the dragon pool. But...she herself didn't know that there was such little water. Can you cure Ston's injury?"

Feng Yue responded lightly, still looking at the sky in front of her quietly.

Gregory knew that his master was in a bad mood and it was not a good opportunity to impress him, so he chose to float quietly in the sky. It looked forward boredly along Feng Yue's gaze, and was immediately horrified, even the dragon scales on the back of its neck stood up!

Gregory wanted to run away on the spot, but the fear of Feng Yue in his soul was overwhelming, so he could only choose to tremble in place. Under the endless fear, Gregory only felt that his eyes were getting dark and his body became heavier and heavier. If it hadn't been for a sudden purple lightning in the sky that hit it **** the head, Gregory would have died. It is very likely that he will be the first sacred dragon to be stunned in history.

Not far in front of Fengyue, Achilles, with a bald head, black robe, and bright red eyes, was walking out of the void. With a smile that could enchant thousands of creatures in the world, he raised his hands and fingertips. The bright red light on the sky shuttled and intertwined into a fine net, and a red cloud instantly rose in front of him.

Feng Yue was still sitting on the Death Scythe, staring at Achilles.

Achilles in the air danced gracefully as if he had not noticed Feng Yue's existence at all. The red clouds were pulled by him, surging and wrapping around that peerless graceful figure, while the silk threads stretched around in wild gyrations, like the dazzling gestures of the Alna dancer. In the bright red sky, the real dancer's hands part and close, conveying the incomprehensible rhythm. Two points of bright light bloom in the palms, turning into thousands of bright red threads falling from the top of the head, just like that. Like the Milky Way of blood across the night sky, it descends to the earth to praise the dancers.

Gregory suddenly felt that everything he saw was very familiar. He thought hard for a moment, and finally realized that Achilles had done exactly the same thing at the beginning of the decisive battle on the sea of ​​clouds that day. The Achilles in front of him is just a replay of the scene that day.

Regardless of Achilles' immeasurable power, his fighting posture is undoubtedly a dance that enchants all living beings.

And Feng Yue just admired this unique dance over and over again, unaware that the sun was setting and the moon was rising.

I don’t know how long it took, until the last touch of bright red in the night sky dissipated, and Feng Yue stood in the sky and threw the death sickle into the void.

Gregory, who was half asleep, suddenly woke up and immediately flew behind Feng Yue. He felt that he should say something at this time, but he couldn't find a suitable flattery. When he was drowsy, he Suddenly he asked worriedly: "Master~IndoMTL.com~Master Wella, what should I do..."

Feng Yue seemed to sigh lightly.

Below the clouds, there are glaciers that will never melt. The peak of the glacier has been shaved off by the power of moving mountains and reclaiming seas, and it has been built into a huge, flat altar. In the center of the altar, there was a square coffin made of dark black unknown metal. It is decorated with intricate golden rose branches, and there are four black dragon statues on the four corners, seemingly guarding the people in the coffin.

The dragon soul war gun exuding a faint silver brilliance was inserted in front of the coffin. The light waves circulated in the transparent gun body, exuding a faint breath of dragon.

Several two-meter-high ice demons were wandering around the altar. Their terrifying claws, deadly icy breath, and sturdy bodies will become a nightmare for any adventurer. If adventurers can climb this thousand-meter steep mountain.

Wella is sleeping in a coffin.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yue's voice was still as cold as ever: "There will be a way, let's go."

Gregory immediately woke up and said: "Master, where are we going?"

"Go find some guys hiding."