Blasphemy: 15 Dusk of 12 Music

The Death God Ban slowly walked into the room and closed the terrace door to block out the howling cold wind. But the temperature inside the room is much lower than outside.

"Lord Fengyue, long time no see." Death Ban said with a wry smile: "When you come to the home of a retired old man like me, you probably don't just want to have a cup of tea, right?"

He paused and then said: "Actually, you can do it yourself, why bother with such a large formation."

The Death Squad couldn't feel any breath of life from the three followers behind Feng Yue. When closing the door, he secretly sent out three faint traces of detecting fighting spirit, but as soon as the fighting spirit approached the three mysterious figures, it was swallowed up by the darkness extending from their black robes. information.

The Death Squad was speechless at this point and could only smile bitterly.

The most basic skill of a killer is observation. The most important thing in observation is to observe and detect the enemy's strength. The Death Squad has already discovered that any one of these three mysterious guys may be as powerful as him.

Not to mention there is a Fengyue in the room?

Feng Yue said coldly: "Don't you think it's too early for you to retire now? I can extend your life, if you are not obsessed with pure human form."

While preparing the cup of black tea that he had planned for a long time, Death Class slowly replied: "Master Fengyue, I don't miss life. A long life is just a heavy burden for me. I I like my current life very much. I live a simple life with my meager savings. I bask in the sun and look at the lake every day. When the weather is cold, I read a novel or poetry by the fireplace, and occasionally I go to the pub for a drink. Here The tranquility can make me forget the dark world and stay away from the memories of the past. Quietly waiting for death. Now, this is my only purpose in life."

The Death Class did not let Feng Yue sit down because Feng Yue had never sat down. He also didn't prepare tea for Fengyue and the three mysterious people. They didn't seem to need such things.

"Really?" one of the mysterious men asked, his voice extremely low, hoarse and unclear: "Then what are these?"

He reached out and slapped the wall beside him. A faint black color quickly spread to the entire wall, and then the brick wall collapsed silently, revealing a secret room behind it. The Death God Class noticed that what emerged from his wide sleeves was a dark black armored glove.

The pupils of Death Class shrank slightly.

Bright magical lights lit up in the secret room, illuminating the various weapons, armor and strange magic items hanging on the walls. These magical equipment are Death Ban's lifelong treasure and are also his biggest hobby.

Feng Yue made a move with her hand, and the thin sword in the center flew into her palm. This is the thin sword that Death Squad always wears. The sword is covered with light gray mist. If you look closely at the seemingly ordinary blade, you will find that there are countless tiny threads of various colors hidden inside.

The God of Death Ban just put the tea cup to his mouth and stood still. His hands trembled constantly, and he brought the tea cup against his teeth rapidly. However, he didn't realize it and just stared at Feng Yue's hand.

Feng Yue holds the hilt of the rapier with her left hand, and puts the index finger of her right hand on the edge of the sword, stroking it gently. The extremely sharp edge can't even hurt the tender fingers!

Wherever Fengyue pointed, the lingering gray fog was swept away.

All the magical attributes on the rapier were wiped away by Feng Yue with just one finger!

The Death God Ban looked gloomy and tremblingly looked at the thin sword that had been with him for more than thirty years. The veins on his hands appeared and disappeared, but in the end he just sighed and sat down. In an instant, the Death God class seemed to have aged ten years.

This rapier is made of adamantine, Mystra's magical black steel, and several other rare materials. There are also several void gems on the hilt that can detect and control the power of death. Even if it doesn't have any magical properties, considering the material value alone, this is still a priceless sword.

It's just that Feng Yue's finger wiped out at least 70% of the sword's true value.

At this time, the hands of the other mysterious man that had been caged in front of his chest slowly opened, and only a deep darkness could be seen in the wide sleeves of the robe. Bursts of extremely cold wind surged out from the sleeves of the robe. Although the Death God Ban did not have a pair of eyes that could see the soul clearly like the Necromancer, he was also a strong man in the holy realm. At this moment, he could vaguely distinguish the countless souls. Flying out of those cuffs.

Feng Yue stretched her fingers a little higher in the air, and those souls gathered in front of her fingertips like a tide, condensing into a silver stream of light. Fengyue pulled the silver light stream with her fingertips and wrote a complicated magic talisman in the air. Once the symbol composed of silver light is written, a layer of purple-blue light appears on the surface like a gauze.

As her fingers fluttered, magic talismans composed of silver light streams formed in the air one after another. Azure, earthy yellow, rose red... various colors wrapped them in turn. In the end, there were twelve magic talismans in total. , slowly flying around Fengyue.

Each magic talisman exudes a different atmosphere and represents a unique power.

The Death God Class barely suppressed the shock in his heart and carefully distinguished the breath of these magic symbols.

Twelve magic talismans represent the twelve negative states of weakness, aging, slowness, dimness, fatigue, poisoning, phantom sounds, artifacts, chaos, rage, broken spells and annihilation armor.

Feng Yue's right index finger once again stroked the blade of the rapier. The magic talisman, which exuded an earthy yellow light and represented slowness, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and fell on the blade of the rapier. With a buzzing sound, the rapier suddenly vibrated, and its entire body began to shine with a very faint earth-yellow light.

The Death Squad suddenly stood up!

As if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, he closed his eyes first, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes. From then on, his gaze could no longer be separated from the thin sword shining with earthy yellow light in Feng Yue's hand.

It was completely dark, and there were no lights in the room. Only eleven magic charms and rapiers emitted twelve different colors of light, making the faces of the Death Squadron flicker. Fengyue and the three mysterious people seemed to have melted into the darkness. In the middle of the room, only the thin sword existed proudly.

For a long time, Death Squad finally took his eyes away from the rapier and scanned the eleven magic talismans one by one.

"This...this sword..." Ban's voice was extremely dry.

"It can have a new name soon." Fengyue said lightly, and then added: "If I want..."

"What's the name?" The Death Class was extremely nervous, with some unbelievable expectations.

Feng Yue slowly said: "At dusk..."

"...Twelve movements!? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" the Death Squadron shouted.

The Twelve Movements of Dusk, the legendary murder weapon in the dark world, has always been hidden only in the darkness. This dagger of unknown origin is said to inflict twelve negative conditions on its victims with each strike. If you are not a strong person at the pinnacle of power or a special existence, the chance of resisting twelve different negative energy injuries at the same time is almost zero.

Therefore, no matter how tyrannical a being is, after being stabbed several times by the Twelve Movements of Twilight, even if it only scratches the surface, it will become extremely weak.

The Twelve Movements of Twilight are exactly what every killer in the dark world dreams of. But this dagger has not been seen for nearly a hundred years. There are rumors that it was destroyed because it was too fierce and angered the heavens.

But how could Twelve Movements of Twilight, the lifelong dream of every killer, be reproduced so easily in Fengyue's hands?

The Death God class withdrew his eyes from the rapier and met Feng Yue's silver eyes. He was wondering, what kind of existence is Fengyue?

Feng Yue turned her right hand, and the rapier was handed into the hands of the Death God Ban. The Death God Ban held the rapier and used his strength to make a few false stabs. He finally confirmed that every attack with the rapier at this moment would have a slow effect. However, the Twelve Movements of Twilight should have twelve negative status attacks, but now there is only one. Obviously, Feng Yue's process of transforming the rapier is far from over.

The Death Squad looked at the eleven magic symbols still floating in the sky with their fanatical eyes, and wanted to hand the rapier back to Feng Yue. Unexpectedly, Feng Yue didn't pick it up at all and let the rapier fall to the ground.

She opened her left hand, and the remaining eleven magic symbols fell into her white palm one after another, melting into the almost transparent skin like snow into warm water.

"This..." The Death God class was stunned.

"I have branded the prologue of Dusk on the sword as compensation for disturbing Mr. Ban. Let's leave now." Feng Yue said calmly.

The Death God Class then remembered what Feng Yue had just said, 'If I am willing...'. He slumped down, put his head in his hands, and grabbed his hair randomly. In an instant he was up again, pacing restlessly about the room.

Death Ben tried his best not to look at the rapier stuck on the ground, but his eyes always fell on the khaki-colored blade involuntarily.

If twelve kinds of light shine on the rapier at the same time, what a glorious and spectacular sight it would be... Death God Ban thought dreamily.

He then secretly cursed his ignorance. When the twelve movements are played in unison, all the brilliance of the world will disappear, and the rapier will fall into absolute darkness and will not reflect any light. Even the sword wielder can only control the shape and direction of the sword through his own feelings.

"Fengyue! You...good! You are awesome! Tell me, what do you need to do before you are willing to let the twelve movements play in unison?" Death Ban roared, and bloodshot eyes began to appear in his eyes.

There seemed to be a proud smile at the corner of Feng Yue's mouth, and she said calmly: "Great music has always been with time. So every month, I will recall a piece of music."

The God of Death continued to pace in silence, but this time he was like a headless fly, bumping here and there. He suddenly stood still, stared at Feng Yue, and gritted his teeth and said: "Very good! I won't retire, I will work hard for you! Isn't it just eleven months? I admit it!"

"Twelve months." Feng Yue said, "If you want the remaining movements, then the first movement will also be counted as one month. Of course, Mr. Ban, you can also continue your work after receiving a few movements. Retirement life. In that case, the power of your sword will be indispensable."

The Death Squadron snorted heavily. Legend has it that when the twelve movements of Dusk are played in unison, a more powerful additional ability will appear. However, no one can tell clearly what this ability is. Even if the twelve movements were assembled without any additional functions, with his fanatical love for artifacts, he would never allow one movement to be lost.

The Death God Ban inserted the thin sword into his waist and walked around the small building like a gray shadow. When he appeared in front of Feng Yue again, he had returned to his usual appearance and was holding a gray puff in his hand. He threw the box and said bitterly: "I'm ready and ready to go! Where are we going?"

Feng Yue smiled faintly and gradually disappeared into the void.

A mysterious man in black robes said slowly with a clanging sound like metal: "We will take you to the next destination, where we will meet Feng Yue."

The blue sky, the mountainous sea of ​​clouds, and the scenery above the high clouds are still so monotonous. The sacred dragon Grigori is flying towards the far north following Feng Yue.

It increases speed as much as possible to keep it close to its upper limit. Although Grigori's power is not very good, his speed is already extremely fast, at least it will not make Feng Yue angry about it. But the long flight was really boring, and the scenery around me was really nothing to behold. After thinking hard, Gregory, who couldn't bear the loneliness the most, finally found a suitable topic, so he asked: "Master, why do I feel that blessing the Twelve Movements of Dusk should not be such a simple process? Is it every addition? One chapter, will the difficulty increase?"

"Doubled."

Gregory immediately became energetic and was able to find a suitable entry point for flattery. Sometimes he relied on luck, and sometimes he had to use wisdom: "Master! You are so great! The Twelve Movements of Dusk are added to the end. Chapter 1, that is simply a work that only God can complete!”

"I can only add it to the fifth chapter, and I will think about the rest slowly." Feng Yue said calmly.

Gregory was stunned by this head-on blow, and he couldn't help but ask: "But... what should I do with the Death Class?"

Feng Yue snorted and said coldly: "Whatever! Let's wait for a few months before talking."

The sky is still a heavy leaden gray, and large tracts of snow are spinning and falling from the dim sky, endless and endless, as if they will last until the end of the world. There were no pedestrians on the street for a long time, and thick snow flakes quickly accumulated layer by layer on the ground, making a happy "rustling" sound. However, no matter how cold and harsh the winter in the North is, it can only show its power to the poor. At this moment, on this windy and snowy night, the most luxurious mansion in Schild City was ablaze with lights, and the magical heating device in the basement was fully activated. From the hall to the inner room, the whole house was steaming and warm as spring.

"Achilles is so arrogant!" Rogge looked extremely angry and slapped the edge of the bath hard, startling the young maid who was massaging him.

"He is just more powerful, but you are an angel serving the Lord God. How much glory in the heaven comes from your wings! If you are the monarch who controls a country in the world, then Achilles He's just a stronger soldier. How could he be so arrogant to you?" Rogge was indignant, and in the end he didn't forget to add: "I think those people in the church are not religious enough. They only know who is ranked based on their strength. I can’t see clearly who is the angel who is truly close to the Supreme God.”

The bathtub, which is more than enough to accommodate ten people, occupies half of the room and is carved into the shape of a leaf from a whole piece of bluestone produced in Alang Mountain. At the other end of the large bath, Macbeth was also soaking in hot water. His strong body exposed on the water was perfect, completely different from Rogge's fat body.

Macbeth raised his head and looked at the ceiling through the mist of water vapor, as if he didn't hear Rogge's instigation.

After a moment, Macbeth closed his eyes and said slowly: "Achilles' power is by no means just stronger. You still can't understand how powerful he is. Those in the church are not incompetent. At least. Both the Pope and Augustus have seen the power gap between Achilles and me, and they also know that Achilles will complete the mission this time, and I will only serve as an assistant. So they are This approach is not wrong."

Roger disagreed: "The angels of light are just guys with no power. How can they compare with your wisdom, nobility and holiness? Even in terms of the rank in heaven, you are far higher. Passed the Angel of Light. Alas, unfortunately, in this world, strength determines everything. That’s why those little people in the Church who follow others will ignore you so much. Even if you are just an assistant... No, you should supervise Achilles, and neither should those guys in the Church. I won’t give you a single follower! They have tens of thousands of holy knights!”

Macbeth snorted and said nothing.

Roger winked. The two beautiful maids behind Macbeth understand. They took off the big bath towels wrapped around their bodies, slipped into the big bath quietly one on the left and the other on the right, and pressed their elastic **** against Macbeth's toned body, and the two pairs of delicate hands that were massaging him also quietly Submerged in the water.

Macbeth is as motionless as a statue. After a long time, he breathed out gently and opened his eyes. Those blue-gray eyes were clear and transparent, and there was no trace of lust.

Roger was secretly shocked.

Macbeth frowned slightly and said: "The human body really has endless desires. No wonder those low-level angels fell one by one. You two go out, I don't need these." The two pestered His maids were startled, but there was unquestionable majesty in Macbeth's voice, so they hurriedly put on their clothes and retreated.

Macbeth glanced again at the maid who was wrapped around Rogge like a water snake, frowned and said: "You also get out!" The maid did not dare to disobey and had to retreat in a hurry.

Macbeth said sternly: "Roger, if you want your magic power to progress faster, you must restrain your body's sexual desire. Although the human body has potential, the corresponding sexual desire is too strong. It is precisely because You can't get rid of the shackles of lust, so there are so few powerful people among you. Otherwise, with the current number of human beings, how could there be so few strong people? Humph, the Holy Land, this level of power can actually be affected by Admired by thousands of people? How ridiculous!"

Roger immediately seized the opportunity to flatter him.

Macbeth was not moved by Rogge's flattery at all. He continued: "You have arranged well for me these days, allowing me to fully understand this physical body. Rogge, you You have proven yourself once again. Although your body is subordinate to darkness and death, you believe in light. The world's understanding of power is still very superficial. They only know that sacred power will automatically fight against negative forces such as darkness and death. In fact, the source How can the sacred power from heaven be so crude and simple? Divine power is a power above all else. It can not only coexist with darkness, but also turn darkness into light. Rogge, do you understand, as long as you respect the Supreme God? With devout faith, the Necromancer is not a road of no return. But! If you are still immersed in the **** of **** as you are now, then you can only wait for the salvation of heaven. After I return to heaven, I will arrange for you Redemption. But before redemption, you'd better improve your strength as much as possible, so that after the redemption is completed, you will be able to gain more brilliance."

"Salvation! What a beautiful word!" Rogge marveled in admiration, but his mood suddenly became depressed, and he sighed: "But my body is full of evil power, will I get salvation from heaven? ?"

Macbeth looked at Rogge and said: "Your power does not come from the dark gods, so don't worry. If you can completely transform yourself into a divine attribute before the salvation of heaven comes, then I can guarantee that in Furlian Within the reach of Lord Mir's light, there will be a place for you!"

Roger's heart trembled, knowing that the opportunity could not be missed, and immediately asked Macbeth for advice on how to use and transform power.

When it comes to the understanding of divine power, how can those light mages who have studied all their lives compare to the high-level angels in heaven?

Time passed unconsciously, but the water temperature in the pool always remained constant. The leaf tip of the bathing pool is tilted up with a graceful arc, and a trickle of steaming water flows continuously into the pool. The petiole at the other end is slightly depressed to draw away the excess pool water. In the water-scarce red earth wasteland, such a bathroom can no longer be described as a luxury. But obviously the fat man has flawlessly enjoyed the comfortable feeling in his body.

"That's roughly it." Macbeth finally finished explaining the basic use of divine power, but he frowned again and said: "Light and darkness cannot be transformed directly. You need to transform darkness and death magic first. into a power between light and darkness, and then converted into light attributes. In this process, you need something to convert and store magic power. However, there are very few equipment that can convert power attributes. There are relatively many equipments that store magic power, so please pay attention."

Rogge couldn't fully understand what Macbeth said for a while. He could only memorize it and study it slowly when he had the opportunity in the future. He suddenly thought of something, so he asked again: "Lord Macbeth, the chain of order you cast that day should be driven by pure holy power, so it can only be used to bind the undead or other creatures composed of the most evil forces. But you used It binds an ordinary human being! Why is this?"

Macbeth replied calmly: "The chain of order is indeed driven by divine power, but when I cast it, it has been converted into attributeless magic power. My chain of order, let alone a human being, even if the opponent is a Low-level angels can also be restrained. Your understanding of power is still too limited to the pitiful knowledge of humans."

Roger's heart jumped wildly. A chain of order that can bind the attributes of any race, what does this mean? In Fatty's mind, this is more than just proof of a deep understanding of the use of power!

In a country where most people believe in light~IndoMTL.com~, this means framing, framing, and frame-up, which means countless unjust cases. It means that fat people can stand on the side of faith, morality, and light, in the name of justice. , majestically eliminate the dissidents on the way forward!

Those strong men who can see through Rogge's conspiracy will never be interested in worldly power struggles. And those who can be squeezed or attacked by Rogge with his secular power have no way of seeing clearly the power attributes behind the chains of order.

Macbeth stood up from the bath, came to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened the thick curtains. The half-bloody sunset shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting large swaths of golden light in the room, and also casts a bright yellow halo over Macbeth's strong and perfect body.

"Rogge, there is no need to arrange any enjoyment for me in the future, I don't need those. What I have to do now is to completely master this body, so that I can regain my true power!" Macbeth stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. His voice was low and melodious, as if it were magnetic.

He looked at the rolling clouds like fire for a long time and didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed like water. It turned out that the two of them were talking, and before they knew it, the day and the night had passed.

Outside the window, the heavy snow has just stopped, and it is dusk again.