Blasphemy: 3 chemical changes

The deep hall flickers on and off, with occasional milky white or dark green light sweeping through. The ghosts who usually patrol the hall are now desperately hiding in the darkness of the corner, fearing that they will be illuminated by the light. However, due to the barrier set by Feng Yue, these ghosts cannot leave the hall.

Feng Yue rested her chin on her hand, leaning on the high throne, silently staring at the three light groups floating in front of her eyes. Two of the light groups emitted a milky white halo, and through the light **** it could be seen that there seemed to be countless feathers fluttering inside. The white ball of light would suddenly light up from time to time, bursting out into a small ball of flame. Waves of sacred breath kept exuding.

The black-green ball of light was much quieter, with countless green clouds surging inside. After a long time, a bolt of lightning exploded in the green clouds.

Gregori crouched in the shadow next to the Fengyue Stone Seat, extremely afraid of the two white light groups, but when he saw the dark green light group, his eyes were full of greed.

"Master, can you move the divine flames of those two angels away a little bit? I really can't stand those holy lights! Master, your current power is simply too unfathomable! You are not afraid of these at all. Holy Light! Ah! I admire you so much!"

The flashing holy light made Feng Yue's face flicker. She slowly opened her eyes, soft silver light flowing from her eyes.

"Gregory, are you trying so hard to flatter yourself because you want the soul energy of the green dragon Trillenhut?"

Gregory shrank his head and replied nervously: "Master, you see, I am too weak now, and I really can't help you. While you deal with those two idiot angels, I can only I'm just watching and helping you pick up weapons. If this continues, even if you are not in a hurry, I will be anxious too..."

"Idiot angel?" Feng Yue raised the corners of her mouth slightly. Her fingers bloomed like orchids, and a blister rose from her hand. There are two small figures in the blister, struggling desperately to get out of the blister.

She gently stroked the blister with her fingertips and said with a smile: "These two angels were originally ninth-level angels with the lowest power. Obviously, after coming to this world, they failed to conquer the new body. Instead, they were conquered by the new body and became slaves of low-level slaves. Otherwise, how could it be so easy for me to deal with them? Because descending can retain most of the power, they thought this was a good opportunity. But Gregory, If a person is not strong enough to seize the opportunity, the opportunity will often turn into a trap."

"Master! You are so great! So wise! You even know things in heaven so clearly! How do you know that?"

"How do I know?" Feng Yue's silver eyes were a little confused, "I don't know either. I knew this naturally, as if these things have always been in my heart, but I just didn't think of it before."

"Master, what are you going to do with these two idiot angels?"

Feng Yue looked at the two little people struggling in the bubbles and sighed softly.

"Gregory, they are actually not idiots. In this world, their power is not weak, but it is far from being as powerful as they think. They think that their own power is enough to solve all troubles. , this makes them look like idiots. If they use their brains more, the green dragon Trillenhut will never be their opponent. These two angels should have understood this truth by now, right? It is a pity that they will never be able to defeat them again. There is no chance to regret. In this world, the best outcome for them is the dissipation of their souls."

Feng Yue Tan's mouth opened slightly, and a wisp of light silver breath blew out, popping the bubble. The two little people floated, danced, and struggled in the air, and finally turned helplessly into droplets of water and fell into the dust.

Feng Yue turned her head and saw Gregory staring at the dark green ball of light with greed evident in his expression.

"Gregory, do you really want the soul of the green dragon?"

"Ah! Great Master! You know, my current strength is really too weak, and you have removed six bone spurs! Although you are always right... With the soul of this green dragon, I My power can at least double what it is now! Of course, even if my power is doubled, it is still far behind you, Master. Master! You are so..."

The clever Gregory saw a small storm gathering between Fengyue's beautiful eyebrows and immediately closed his mouth.

"Gregory, when you were a dragon in your previous life, you were more powerful than I am now. Do you still remember the memories from that time?"

"Of course I still remember it. The feeling of having power is so wonderful! Being able to fly freely in the endless sky of the demon world, ahhh!"

"Gregory, do you think you are happier with power or you now?"

"This...Master, I really can't explain. At that time, every day I was thinking about how to gain more power, get more power, and pick up more demon beauties. Now, As long as Master is here, there is nothing that cannot be solved. So there is no need for me to think about anything, even if there is any danger in the battle, Master will rebuild my body afterwards. It seems that I am happier now. But I still I really want to have power."

Feng Yue sighed softly and said: "I don't know why, but I seemed to have had a very strong time, but at that time, I didn't know what happiness was at all. Is that the memory of my previous life? Gregory , did you know? In fact, the stronger you are and the more power you have, the less happy you will be. Moreover, strong power is likely to bring destruction to an unprepared individual. Now, let me ask You, do you still want the power of the green dragon?"

Gregory thought seriously for a long time, raised his head, and roared.

"Master! I want power!"

"Why?"

"Master, because I don't want to live a humble life! I am a noble dragon, not a dog!"

Feng Yue let out a sigh, opened her silver eyes wide, and looked at the always overly active Vanity Bone Dragon in surprise.

She had no idea that Gregory had a proud heart.

"Gregory, I didn't expect that you have such a proud heart. It seems that all the respect you had for me before was fake."

Gregory hurriedly knelt down, wagging his tail desperately.

"Master! This is absolutely not the case! To me, you are equivalent to the existence of the Supreme God! Oh no, what is the Supreme God? You are the real Supreme! My loyalty to you is simply beyond expression. , you, you will definitely be able to sense it! Although I am a noble dragon, in front of you, I am just a loyal dog!"

"Okay, okay, Gregory, of course I understand your loyalty. Although I only got a negligible small part of the green dragon's soul energy, it is still too powerful for you. , I'm worried that you can't withstand such a powerful energy. After I absorb the power of those two idiot angels, we will take down the stone castle of the Black Warrior. The dragon bone altar inside, since it has the word "dragon" , maybe it will be of some use to you. I hope that the altar is really made of dragon bones, so that you can have a new body and be able to withstand the power of the green dragon soul."

Gregory was a bit dumbfounded, but since the master said so, it must make sense. The master is always right.

"Gregory, this kind of power you get out of thin air does not really belong to you. In the future, you have to work harder to increase your power. Remember?"

The bone dragon nodded quickly, without really thinking about the meaning of Feng Yue's words. Its heart was completely filled with the green dragon energy it was about to obtain. The bone dragon's heart was surging. It seemed that it had regained its glory in the demon world. Countless delicacies were sent to it one after another. Numerous demon beauties of various races gathered around it, desperately trying their best to win over it. Happy.

Looking at Gu Long who was absent-minded and lying on the ground with a silly smile, Feng Yue was really helpless.

"Everyone has weaknesses, right?" She thought helplessly.

Feng Yue ignored the dizzy Bone Dragon. She stood up from the throne, spread her wings, and slowly floated into the air. She opened her mouth and sucked in two groups of light that were constantly emitting holy flames.

Boom! Feng Yue's body immediately burned with a blazing white holy fire. The flames continued to spray out of her body, and the dazzling white light illuminated the entire hall! She has completely transformed into a burning torch! Dozens of ghosts that could not escape were illuminated by the light and turned into wisps of smoke amidst the shrill screams. Even Gregory had several streams of white smoke rising from his body, which scared him so much that he hurriedly put away Qisi and hid behind the Fengyue throne, trembling.

Feng Yue closed her eyes tightly, floating quietly in the air. The divine power of the two descending angels is so huge that Feng Yue's strong body cannot withstand such a powerful force! In the holy flame, the armor, scales and bone spurs around her slowly retracted into her body.

The holy flame is burning more and more fiercely, and tongues of flame have already licked the top of the hall.

Feng Yue began to tremble, as if she could no longer bear the burning of the flames, and her face was full of pain. Suddenly, she roared silently, and invisible shock waves immediately filled the entire hall. One ghost after another could not resist the terrifying power contained in the shock waves, and exploded into clouds of smoke. Every time a ghost is exploded, some of the power of the holy flame will be drawn out, and Feng Yue's face will relax a little.

The divine power of the descending angel surged out. All the ghosts in the hall were turned into ashes under the holy flames.

Fengyue's whistle became more and more shrill and powerful, gradually overflowing the hall and spreading throughout the ancient tomb. Except for the lowest ghosts who are responsible for vigilance, the ancient tombs are places where Feng Yue's high-level undead creatures can only enter and exit. Anyone who can enter here must at least be a zombie warrior. However, these undead creatures are now like headless flies, running around, avoiding the roar of the wind and moon.

Feng Yue's eyes suddenly opened, and the entire hall was immediately coated with a layer of silver! Her wings were stretched to the limit, and streaks of blood shot out from her wings. The entire ancient tomb shook heavily, and all the undead creatures suddenly found themselves weighing more than a thousand pounds and were firmly nailed to the ground. It was very difficult to even climb one more step. The ancient tomb trembled under the influence of gravity, countless plaster and stone chips fell from the ceiling, and cracks began to appear on the walls.

Silver ripples appeared along with the howling of the wind and moon. The ancient tombs are filled with these silvery, living-like ripples. As soon as these ripples touch undead creatures, they will immediately wrap around them tightly. Layers of holy flames and shock waves will turn their prey into ashes layer by layer.

Feng Yue's howl sounded loudly, and each undead creature was wiped out under her howl. After these subordinates shared the pressure for her, the holy flame on her body became weaker and weaker, and finally only a thin layer of pale white flame remained. Fengyue finally raised her head to the sky and let out a long roar. The undead creatures in the ancient tomb fell in batches. Even the powerful zombie lords and black warriors exploded into ashes one by one.

The Flame Bone Demon's whole body was enveloped in dark red flames, struggling to resist the howling of Fengyue. Because of its soul contract advantage, Grigory is much less affected by the roar, but its strength is also much worse than that of the Flame Bone Demon. The few remaining bone spurs on Gregory's body had exploded one by one, and cracks began to appear on the thick bones.

"Master! Master! It's me! It's Grigori! Spare my life!" The bone dragon desperately begged for mercy, but its wave of thoughts bounced back from the flames on Fengyue's body, unable to penetrate.

The bone dragon was completely desperate and lay on the ground waiting to die.

The holy flames returned to Feng Yue's body, and the natural armor emerged on her body again, and then like a lotus flower in full bloom, all the armor leaves stretched out, and many new armor leaves were generated, countless and extremely delicate , detailed magic symbols emerged on the armor leaves, and magic symbols flashing with various colors of light emerged from the armor leaves, flying around Feng Yue.

A silver droplet appeared in the air. Fengyue's six bone spears rushed towards the water droplet. Miraculously, the bone spears were integrated into the small water droplets. The water drop suddenly seemed to be alive, squirming, expanding, and rapidly growing in size. From time to time, a stream of holy flames would burst out from the water drop. It is like a living creature that is growing desperately, but the growth rate is really astonishingly fast.

Finally, this silver water droplet completed its growth. It has turned into a huge, three-meter-long death scythe!

The cries of innocent souls rang out in the hall, and the scattered souls of undead creatures gathered towards Feng Yue like a tide, and a layer of ink soaked her whole body from bottom to top.

Feng Yue, whose body was covered with ink, stopped screaming and floated quietly in the air. An extremely delicate and complicated full-body armor covered her whole body. Behind her, there were more than a dozen dark black armor leaves about two feet long like lotus petals extending out from her wings. Dozens of them were made of unknown things. Light black, almost transparent ribbons stretched out from the nail leaves, dancing slowly.

Fengyue's black armor suddenly spread out, like petals flying in the sky, blending into the surrounding darkness. Her naked body was like a statue carved from black glass, with a soft luster flowing slowly.

She suddenly opened her mouth slightly and spit out a mouthful of black mist as black as ink. The ink on her body also faded away like a tide, leaving only a body that was dazzlingly white and tender. A head of long hair that was flying in the wind also slowly fell down and turned into a mirror-like black silk.

The black mist floated over the Death Scythe, completely dyeing it black.

Finally, like waking up from a big dream, Feng Yue opened her eyes, and a blinding silver light flashed past, like lightning lighting up in the hall. Her silver eyes were filled with confusion. She looked around slowly, then raised her hands. What appeared in front of her was a pair of petite palms as white and tender as spring onions, with ten small vortices dotted on the back of the palms at the base of the fingers. The white nails are tinged with pink, and if you look closely, they are flashing with a halo of seven colors.

"Master...Master..." A weak thought wave came over.

Feng Yue grabbed the void with her left hand, and Grigori was pulled up by an invisible force, automatically flying into Feng Yue's small hand that seemed to be broken by a bullet. A trace of doubt flashed in her silver eyes. She looked at the tattered bone dragon with cracks on its bones. It seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember what these skeletons were.

"Master...Master! It's me...Gregory..." The bone dragon's wave of thoughts was as weak as a candle in the wind, and might be extinguished at any moment.

"Are you...Gerry...Gaoli?" Feng Yue was very hesitant.

"Yes! It's me, do you remember? Master, can you be gentler with your hand? The flame in your hand can directly burn my soul! Master! The little one is almost dead. !"

Feng Yue let go of her little hand, and the bone dragon fell to the ground with a crash.

Feng Yue's two thin and curved eyebrows knitted together and murmured: "You are Gregory...then, who am I? Ah, by the way, I am Feng Yue... Feng Yue? This Where did the name come from?"

"Master...save me..."

Feng Yue looked down at Bone Dragon. One of Gregory's hind legs and tail were gone without a trace. Even the strongest skull had several huge cracks, and the other bones were even more damaged.

A small water bubble floated out from Feng Yue's hand and landed on Gu Long's head. A faint watery light spread quickly to Grigori's body, and the large cracks on his bones were slowly closing, while the small cracks healed without leaving a trace.

"I am Feng Yue, I remembered." Feng Yue's voice became cold. "Gregory, where are my men? Are you the only one left?"

"Master, it seems that the Flame Bone Demon is still alive. The others are all by you...all by you..." Gregory didn't know how to word it. Can you say that Fengyue used him as a scapegoat? Depending on the owner's unpredictable temper, he might even have a few of his bones removed as punishment. Grigory doesn't have many bones now.

Feng Yue nodded, the silver light in her eyes flickered, and she scanned the entire ancient tomb in an instant. The ancient tomb is now truly lifeless. Except for two groups of soul energy that are so weak that they can be extinguished at any time, there is no longer any soul reaction.

The tender right hand pointed towards a stone wall, and a white halo about a foot long flashed in front of her fingertips. The stone wall immediately collapsed silently, revealing the dying flame bones behind the wall. magic. It was lying on the ground, only half of its body still existed. The huge warhammer was full of rust and chips, as if it had been thousands of years old.

"It's just the two of you?... It doesn't matter. When we take care of those black warriors and **** the dragon bone altar, you will all have new bodies."

There was no expression on Feng Yue's Wen Wan Yue's little face, and her white body looked so dazzling in the dim and gray hall. In the eyes of Grigory, the master has never been so tender as before, as if it can be bitten into two pieces; however, Feng Yue has never been so terrifying. The bone dragon is now trembling, and it dare not breathe, let alone howl. The classic "It's so great! It's so wise!" is flattering.

Just looking at Feng Yue, Gu Long felt like he was suffocating. How far has the master's power reached? If Fengyue used to be like a rushing river, then Fengyue now is like a calm sea. But what kind of terrible storm lurks under the calm sea is not what Gregory can know.

Feng Yue's hands danced in the air, bringing up strips of gray light. The ribbons of light were flying, entwining with each other, gathering towards Feng Yue, covering her naked body. In the blink of an eye, she had a gray robe on her body, and on the chest of the robe was a headless woman with wings on her back. This robe also covered Fengyue's wings.

Gregory then felt a little strange. What he saw just now, Feng Yue's wings seemed a little different from before. What's the difference? Bone Dragon thought hard. It suddenly understood what was different. Fengyue's wings are no longer the common bone wings of undead creatures, nor are they the shiny metallic wings of the past. Now, that's a pair of wings!

White wings!

Gregory wanted to confirm again, but the gray robe had already covered the wings. After putting on the gray robe, Feng Yue couldn't tell that she had wings at all.

Feng Yue lowered her head and looked very satisfied. With a pair of small white hands wrapped in her chest sleeves, she floated out of the hall without moving. The Bone Dragon and Flame Bone Demon, who had regained their strength a little, hurriedly climbed up and followed their masters to find the bad luck of the Black Warriors.

Roger and Androni climbed over the last mountain peak and came to an empty valley. There are green grass in the valley, but the most attractive thing is the towering ancient tree nearly a hundred meters high, growing proudly.

Rogg turned over the parchment and said: "This looks like an ancient elf tree. This should be the place we are looking for."

He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the spiritual world. All the surrounding scenery dimmed and gradually turned into pitch black. Slowly, a ray of light shone into Rogge's spiritual world. Then, rays of light lit up one after another, forming huge glowing magic symbols. Finally, an extremely huge magic circle with a radius of ten kilometers appeared in Rogge's spiritual world!

This can only be described as a miracle!

The magic circle slowly rotated, and Rogge in the center of the circle felt extremely small. In the face of this miracle, even he, who had always despised the gods, was filled with fear. The miracle in Lille City that day was far grander, more direct, and more shocking than this magic circle. However, that time Rogge was among the crowds of people, but now he was facing the miracle alone!

It was thousands of miles of emptiness, with no one around, and the fear of the gods alone!

"Rogg, what's wrong with you? Is this the place we are looking for?" Androni's extremely pleasant voice pulled Rogg out of the spiritual world in time.

The fat man was already sweating profusely. He felt as if he had just fought a big battle. He was extremely exhausted both mentally and mentally, and even his mental strength was weakened a lot. He raised his head, and his voice became much hoarse: "Yes, this is it. I... need to take a rest now." Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground, and he didn't know where he was.

After a long time, Rogge shouted: "Green Dragon! Androni, get out of the way and let me come!" He sat up suddenly and found himself lying under a huge ancient tree in the valley, still wearing a Androni's coat. At this moment, she was sitting next to him and looking at Rogge, with something strange in her eyes.

"Roger, that day...that day in the battle in the Dragon Cave, I still don't understand a lot, especially after I was under the dragon language magic. How did you come to the Dragon Cave? How did you kill the green dragon? How did you get poisoned by the green dragon?"

Roger gave Androni a meaningful look, and both of them recalled what happened that day after Androni fell into coma. Thinking of the few hours of unbridled behavior on Androni, Rogge couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. Androni's face turned pale, and she tried her best to suppress the vomiting. She immediately decided not to ask Rogge what happened that day in the dragon cave. Anyway, various signs showed that Rogge had saved her life, and the precious angel tears had also been swallowed into her stomach. .

Furthermore, judging from the fat man’s babble in his sleep, he sacrificed his life to save himself that day. Recalling the scene of Rogge struggling in the dragon's breath, Androni suddenly felt sad. Why would a selfish and lustful villain feed himself life-saving angel tears? As for Fatty's miraculous recovery from the poison of dragon's breath, perhaps it can be attributed to the fact that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

But she didn't know that it was not dragon language magic at all, but Rogge's mental shock wave.

Rogg reluctantly stood up. He did not dare to delay and inspected the surrounding terrain with Andre. God knows when the real divine envoy will come. You must get everything arranged before the divine envoy. Although judging from the information asked by the two unlucky angels, it would take more than ten days for the divine envoy to arrive here, but anything can happen in this world, so it is better to prepare in advance.

"Even if I can't kill you, giving me more than ten days is enough to deceive a lot of things from the elves. What's more, if you give me so much time to move around among the elves, maybe I can get you by then. This true envoy has become a false envoy. Use the elf's knife to kill the elf's envoy, hehe." Rogge thought darkly.

This investigation lasted two days. There are ancient trees, shrubs, boulders, and even swamps that reflect magic symbols in Rogge's spiritual world. Obviously, this is a natural terrain. This huge magic circle is carved on this vast land by some unknown method. And the ancient elf tree that has grown for thousands of years is the hub of this magic circle. Rogge couldn't help but sigh at the magic of this magnificent magic circle. After thousands of years, the ancient elf tree has fully grown. It has accumulated enough magic power for thousands of years. It was only in the past year that this magic circle could be used. start up. This method of controlling the activation time of the magic circle impressed Rogge.

But playing the elf horn is just the beginning, and there must be a series of arrangements and arrangements next. He and Androni discussed the details and feasibility of all actions over and over again, and this discussion opened Androni's eyes. Although she was also born into a wealthy family, a wealthy family has always been the home base of intrigue and conspiracy. However, she has had an eccentric personality since she was a child, and she has followed Prosis to practice swordsmanship for more than ten years. Apart from being cruel and ruthless, she is actually a quite simple woman. The series of strategies that Rogge made were so vicious that she even shuddered when she thought about them.

Privately, Androni had wondered more than once, why did Rogge feed herself the life-saving Angel Tears in the dragon cave with his ruthless personality?

However, Androni is not a believer. She wants to see how talented Rogge is. Is it worth enduring the humiliation and letting go of the opportunity to kill him in exchange for forcing him to serve the family? Therefore, she obeyed all Rogge's plans and assisted him vigorously.

It wasn't until the early morning of the third day that Rogge finished arranging everything. After the arrangement was completed, he finally took out the elf horn, held it with both hands, and slowly used his mental power. The elf horn made of white jade began to emit soft white light. He turned and gestured to Androni.

Androni's body began to emit blue flames, and the fighting energy in the starry sky was approaching its peak. She turned sideways, lowered her head slightly, and was going to blow the elf horn, but found that Rogge kept pulling the elf horn back. When her little mouth touched the elf horn, she was almost face to face with Rogge.

Only the divine envoy can blow the elf horn with powerful special fighting spirit. Rogge is a magician and has no fighting spirit. But he was proficient in using his mental power. After scanning the elf horn with it, he had already mastered the special pulse of how to make it play, and used his mental power to change it so that it could adapt to Androni's starry sky fighting spirit. But Androni has a strong fighting spirit and plays the horn effortlessly. Originally, the elven horn was somewhat of an artifact. Except for divine envoys, it was impossible for ordinary people to play it. It's just that although Rogge's magic power is low, his mental power is extremely huge, and he has a glimpse of the way the original power of the world operates, so it is not difficult to master the special pulse of the horn. But there are probably not many people in the world who can do this. Even among the top ten magisters, their magic power is very strong. When it comes to the use of mental power, some of them are not as good as Rogge.

Rogg sniffed the faint fragrance of Androni, looked at her ice-like skin, felt several long chestnut hairs brushing across her cheeks, and felt very happy. He even peeked inside along her high neckline, and was overwhelmed by the beauty of the mountains.

"Roger! Can't you lift the horn further?" Androni was very dissatisfied.

"Okay, okay."

"Roger! Why did the horn retract again?" Androni's tone was as cold as ice.

"No..."

"Roger! Where are you looking?" she said angrily.

Roger screamed, and three or four rays of starry sky fighting energy condensed into long needles, and they stabbed viciously into his arms, buttocks, thighs and other fleshy places. Even if he had thick skin and thick flesh, he would never be able to withstand the vicious force. Starry sky fighting spirit. All of a sudden, he felt sore, numb, swollen and tortured to the point of tears.

After all this tossing, Rogge calmed down. It's not okay for him to be dishonest, and the ruthless Androni has already threatened to put a damper on his words.

The two finally blew the elf horn in coordination.

The entire valley seemed like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years and woke up at this moment. The boulders, ancient trees, flowers and plants all shook slightly. The ancient elven trees slowly emitted green light, and invisible waves quickly spread into the distance.

Androni and Rogge looked at everything with palpitations as if they were standing on the back of a giant beast.

The fluctuation quickly spread throughout the central mountain range, alarming the tranquility of dozens of forests and also alarming many mysterious beings.

In the city of Lille, in the prayer hall of St. James Cathedral, the Pope sat on the throne and was drowsy.

"Lord Augustus is here!" the attendant outside the hall shouted.

Accompanied by the attendant's announcement, Augustus in a blood-red cloak walked in. As Master of the Holy Order, he was the only one with direct access to the Pope's prayer hall.

The Pope's prayer hall is always dark and obscure, full of the breath of time, or in other words, full of the smell of old people. Any cathedral, as long as the Pope lives in it, will be filled with this smell. Whenever Augustus entered the papal prayer hall, the smell of time would make him extremely uncomfortable. Maybe it was the Pope who really made him uncomfortable. As long as he closed his eyes, Augustus could not feel the pope's presence at all. It seemed that all that existed in front of him was nothingness. But the power has reached the level of Augustus, and he can already feel the true power of the Pope.

The power of the Pope is a void, vast and boundless. Even people like Augustus, who have touched the edge of the divine realm, can only sense a general range.

Looking at the sleepy Pope, Augustus smiled bitterly. His real strength has reached level 20, which is enough to be proud of the so-called sword masters or paladins on the mainland. However, Ofiloch is more powerful than him. The golden lion who chose to fall has actually reached the pinnacle of power in this world!

But the Pope, this seemingly frail old man, defeated Ofiloch so easily. In a competition between peers, a warrior is no match for a magician. Later on, this gap becomes more obvious.

Perhaps, the Supreme God prefers magicians. Augustus couldn't help but think.

"Your Majesty, what happened when you summoned me here in such a hurry?"

"Lord Augustus, how is your recovery?" The Pope always looked like a candle in the wind.

“Thank you Lord, I have recovered 80% of my ability.”

"That's good, that's good! Lord Augustus, just now, someone played the elf horn."

Augustus was shocked, "Didn't Karajan and Charisma die in battle before they found the divine envoy? Could it be that the divine envoy found the elf horn by himself? Isn't it too much of a coincidence? From the time point of view, It doesn’t look right.”

The pope smiled slightly and said: "It should not be the divine envoy. When Karajan and the others died in the battle, there was still one month before they were to meet with the divine envoy. Even now, there are still twenty days before the oracle should meet the divine envoy. The day when the messengers meet. The one who blew the elf horn must be someone else, maybe the pagan Rogge whom Karajan and Chrisma are chasing."

"Rogg? He shouldn't have the ability to blow the elf horn. Even your majesty and I can't play it. I really can't imagine anyone else in this world who can blow this horn. It's a pity that Kara There are so many people like Yang, but none of them came back alive. I wonder if Rogge was killed. That kid has unusually strong mental power, is a magic genius, and is ruthless and cunning. Since he refuses to submit to us, he has become a climate. But there is some trouble. ~IndoMTL.com~ The Pope said: "I can feel that Rogge is not dead yet, and the elf horn playing is probably related to him. ”

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent and this matter was not handled well."

"Augustus, why do you blame yourself? The dozens of low-level angels who came for the first time are just experimental subjects of the Supreme God. What does it matter if one or two die? As for the elves, What does fate have to do with us, whether it is good or bad? The most important thing at the moment is to handle the major matter of the Principality of Bavaria and the Rhine League. As for Rogge... he seems to be a person who knows the current affairs very well, and he has also made a decision to win the The angel who fell into **** has such a merit, there is no need to chase him anymore, it is best if he can be surrendered. You see, neither Karajan nor Krisma can kill him, which shows that he is a talent."

"Sir Augustus, since you have recovered 80% of your strength, you are at least equivalent to a Holy Knight. This time, you will personally lead the Holy Knights on the expedition. The eight Templar Knights who came with me You have brought them all. Let those pagans know the majesty of a Blood Angel again!"

"But Your Majesty, I will take these Templars away for your safety..."

"Augustus, since Rodriguez died, no matter how big the world is, except time, who can take my life?"