Blasphemy: 5 Memories Part 1

Chapter 5 Recollection In the warm darkness, there was finally a little light. This spot of light gradually expanded, and a smiling face faintly appeared in it.

Oggen Heller groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was still not used to the strong light around him, and it took him a long time to distinguish the surrounding scenery.

"Are you awake?" A seemingly familiar voice came from the ear of the orc high priest. He tried to remember where he had heard this voice, but his mind was still in a trance, as if he was floating in the clouds and fog.

He wanted to move, but found that the feeling coming from his body was just blank. He wanted to breathe, but when he opened his mouth, a stream of cold liquid surged up in his throat, completely blocking his throat. Augenheller was a little strange. He obviously couldn't breathe, but why didn't he feel suffocated?

The familiar voice said again: "It seems that you are not quite used to it yet, but everything will get better soon, the respected high priest of Ogenheile."

The high priest turned his attention to the source of the sound. After staring at the speaker for several minutes, his extremely slow thinking remembered that he had seen this fat man in front of the cub training hall. Immediately, the blazing fire, the collapsed temple, and the orcs groaning in the fire flashed in his mind one by one.

The instinctive anger made Ogenheller want to raise his left hand and use the powerful magic recorded in the magic book to solve the opponent's problem. But he had no feeling at all in his left arm. He wanted to wave the staff in his right hand again. The staff he used to use was equipped with powerful curse skills, but the feeling in his right hand was also nothing.

In the end, the high priest, burned by anger, wanted to rush forward again and bite his opponent's neck with his sharp fangs.

His fangs are still there, but the jumping and swooping movements can only be thought about in his mind, and there is no physical reaction at all.

The fat man smiled and said: "It seems that you are beginning to remember some things in the past, but you still don't understand the current situation. Anyway, I think you can roughly understand it this way."

A magic mirror appeared in front of Augenheller.

Only one head of the high priest is left in the mirror, standing strangely in a crystal tray. His light green skin was now covered with a thick layer of gray, and his entire neck was immersed in a gray-black liquid that was ten centimeters deep. The liquid in the plate exuded a strong stench, like the corpse liquid of some kind of creature. Even the high priest, who was not aware of the body odor of beasts, found the smell a little unbearable.

However, what surprised the high priest the most was that he was still alive and able to live in this form!

"Don't be surprised, because I am a not-so-bad Necromancer. The existence of extending life in a special form is the essence of Necromantic Magic." The kind-faced fat man seemed to know what the high priest was thinking. What, directly answered the question in his mind, and then said: "My name is Rogge. You may have heard of me, or you may not know my existence at all, but this is no problem. I think we can have a good talk now. Let’s talk. Ah, I almost forgot to water you, so that you can feel more comfortable and think faster.”

While speaking, Rogge took a copper pot and poured a little water rich in magic and life on Ogenheile's head. The power contained in the clear water quickly seeped into the high priest's skin, making him feel refreshed and his thinking was indeed much faster.

Roger sat in front of Augen Heller with a smile and said: "We have many topics to talk about, such as the history of the Orc Empire, or you can also talk about the Earth Prophet and the Beast God. If you I'm also interested in explaining the magic you use, or your plan to educate the little orcs."

The orc high priest recovered a lot of his sanity, and he said coldly: "You killed all my children."

"It's just each other. At least 150,000 elves in the Green Sea died at the hands of orcs, right?"

Ogen Heller roared: "Before the Earth Prophet brought us the guidance of the Beast God, all the orcs in the Central Mountains were the targets of massacre by the Green Sea Elves!"

Rogg smiled and said: "But as far as I know, it's always the orcs who invade the elves' territories first."

Oggen Heller opened his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "That's because the elves occupy the richest forests and the best water sources! Food is very limited in the Central Mountains. Every winter, there are always hungry people. The orc tribe has eaten up all their food reserves, and they have no choice but to attack the elven territory. We orcs do have the right to choose, the right to choose to die in battle or starve to death! The orcs have no written history before, so I don’t know about this Did the situation last for hundreds of years or thousands of years? Fortunately, the great beast **** brought us wisdom and gave us the opportunity to create an empire and change our fate of being oppressed by elves for thousands of years."

Rogg listened attentively, and then asked: "How did the beast **** send down the oracle? How did the earth prophet unlock your wisdom and enable the orcs to use magic?"

"The oracle of the beast god..." Halfway through Augenheller's words, he suddenly realized that he had unconsciously regarded Rogge as his friend for many years, and had unknowingly confided in the sworn enemy in front of him. Too many secrets. He immediately stopped talking and said angrily to Rogge: "You can't get any more orc secrets out of me!"

Rogg smiled slightly, stood up, and said: "Well, since you don't want to say it, I won't be polite. In my place, the beast **** cannot bless you. I will make you fully Understand what a necromancer can do. Before you, I have met many devout and strong-willed people, but all of them could not survive the undead fire for more than a week. Dear Ogenheller, I hope you can break this record. I am very patient. As long as I can dig out all your memories, I don’t mind waiting for half a month or a month."

He picked up the tray containing the head of the high priest, walked into the magic laboratory nearby, and put it into the magic circle on the stage. Invisible and colorless death flames erupted from the three gray gems in the magic circle and began to burn Ogenheiler's head.

Looking at Ogenheiler's distorted face, Rogge said to him calmly: "Dear high priest, I think there are two things I forgot to tell you. The first is that the beast **** you believe in is not Does not exist; secondly, I think some orcs who were led to wisdom survived that night. They will naturally become the leaders of the remaining orcs, and every once in a while, I will send killers to patrol the central mountains. The Orc Tribe sends its warmest greetings to these outstanding leaders."

Rogg closed the door of the laboratory and hurried to the chapel of the Great Temple. On this afternoon, he would personally conduct a religious ceremony for hundreds of special believers. The reason why these believers are special is not because of how devout their beliefs are, but because they are either powerful, powerful, or important children of a noble family. A young person with outstanding talents in some aspect.

The fat man knows that although these people claim that all believers are equal before the supreme goddess Odeleh, everyone thinks highly of themselves, and what they say and what they think in their hearts are completely different things. If they were allowed to enjoy the same treatment as ordinary believers, I'm afraid they would start a riot long ago.

Fat Man knows exactly how to deal with this kind of guy.

Every once in a while, he or Mora will personally conduct a ceremony for these believers. The decorations during the ceremony were extremely luxurious.

Although Mora and Rogge's speech and preaching styles are different, they are both very popular. The eternal theme in Mora's sermons is faith in the goddess, unconditional and absolute faith. Since the unification of the two religions, Mora has become more and more holy, like the only clear spring in the turbid world. She has an excellent appearance, and she will consciously or unconsciously activate her natural charm every time she preaches. Therefore, only those who have heard and seen it in person can deeply understand its thrilling nature.

As for Pope Rogge’s sermon, it was a different scene. The North advocates force, and Rogge's fierce and ruthless military style when he led the troops was very popular with these believers, so what he said was naturally convincing. What's more, the fat man talks about faith in this world and retribution in the next life in front of the majority of believers. In front of this group of people, he always only talked about this life.

Roger took great pains to describe the grand blueprint for the future of the Holy Church, and what benefits these core believers will have as the church develops. The fat man's ability to inspire people is extraordinary. After listening to his sermon, which is almost like making a wish, these ambitious young believers will be excited. However, when they think about it carefully after leaving, very few of the believers A wise person will realize that Rogge actually didn’t say anything either.

But no matter what, it is a great honor to be able to listen to the Pope and the Saint's personal sermons.

In order to monopolize this honor, these believers have proposed to raise the threshold for entry into this core group of believers.

This is exactly what Rogge wants.

So the fat man pushed the situation and allowed these believers to use their power, those with money to pay, and those without power and money to sell their wisdom. Although this small group has a small number of people, it has become a member of the Holy Church in a short period of time. Contributed a lot to development and growth. Moreover, anyone who can meet the threshold to join this group has an extraordinary life experience or talent, and can be accepted by other members.

Under the constant guidance of Fatty, these believers have come to regard themselves as indispensable elites of the Holy Church. In order to distinguish themselves from ordinary believers, they embroidered a silver skull on the corner of their uniforms. Since then, the name of the Skull and Bones Society has spread like wildfire. In just one month, whether they can join the Skull and Bones Society of the Holy Church has been considered by the youth of the empire. It is a symbol of whether one can join the upper class society.

Preaching is not the whole story. Seeing the unexpected development of the Skull and Bones Society, Fatty provided a rare opportunity for the members of the Skull and Bones Society to receive guidance in magic or martial arts. Since then, because they had received the guidance of the Grand Magister and the strong man of the Holy Domain, the already proud members of the Skull and Bones Society felt even more superior to others, and they became devoted to Pope Rogge. And people outside the association have spent their money trying to find a way to join the Skull and Bones Society.

Suddenly, if the empire's wealthy family had no children who were members of the Skull and Bones Society, it would be a shame. In order to let their children join the society, or to have one or two more Skull and Bones members in the family, these wealthy nobles showed their favor to Rogge and offered their full assistance to the development of the Holy Church. And Rogge's meritocracy also opened a small door for those civilians who have no money and power but are talented. Almost every day, more than a dozen people with various talents come to Holy Church and ask to volunteer.

Because he gave up his secular rights, Rogge had a transcendent status. He never thought that the Skull and Bones Society would develop to such an extent that it would become a link that tightly connects the Holy Church with the wealthy families of the empire. Fatty then added more privileges to members of the Skull and Bones Society, but the threshold for membership rose instead of lowering.

In Ludan Port, the temporary imperial capital of the empire, if a new member of the Skull and Bones Society is born in an instant, he will definitely hold a grand banquet to show off.

After finishing the afternoon sermon, Rogge felt a little tired even though he was extremely energetic. He passed through the great temple and came to an inconspicuous two-story building. This old building is the papal palace where he usually handles the affairs of the holy church.

At this moment, Rogge was no longer interested in the prosperity of the world, and even if he wanted to deceive the world and show his noble character, it was necessary to live in an old building. Every decision Rogge makes now will involve the interests of all parties and must be made with caution. Moreover, the Holy Church is still in its infancy, and the pope's glorious image is crucial to the development of the church.

As soon as Rogge sat down behind his desk, an Ice Palace warrior came over and whispered a few words to him.

A moment later, four Ice Palace warriors came in carrying a dark black long wooden box. Rogge walked to the wooden box, opened the lid, and looked inside.

Lying in a long wooden box was a naked female corpse, with a delicate face vaguely visible under her disheveled hair. If she were alive, she must be a good girl. However, her naked body was covered with bruises, teeth marks and scratches. There were also whip wounds all over her body, and her lower body was a mess, covered in blood. Obviously, this was a woman who had been ravaged to death.

Rogg leaned down and took a look at her eyelids. There is still light flowing in the woman's pupils, as if she is not dead yet.

Roger stood up straight, took out a white handkerchief, wiped his hands and said: "As usual, let's find a new body and resurrect her!"

The four Ice Palace warriors saluted Rogge, covered the wooden box again, and carried the woman's body down. Although they wear the costumes of Ice Palace Warriors, each of them's personal strength is obviously far beyond that of ordinary Ice Palace Warriors. This special group of Ice Palace warriors were secretly trained by Rogge, but the time was too short, and only a few dozen of them had just been trained. These warriors are mainly original elves, mainly warriors who survived the Dark Side of the Moon, and a few newcomers from the human race were selected as supplements.

Roger sat back at his desk, picked up the newly revised scripture, and began to study it carefully. As soon as the book was opened, an Ice Palace warrior reported: "Sir Mei, the deputy leader of the Ice Palace Warriors, wants to see you."

The fat man nodded, and the Ice Palace warrior retreated. After a while, Mei, wearing a light helmet, walked in.

She is tall and has a cold appearance. She wears the light helmet of an Ice Palace warrior and has short pale golden hair, which looks like a rose stuck on the ice wall.

"Is something wrong?" Rogge asked calmly without looking away from the scripture.

"Of course." Mei walked to Rogge's side and slowly knelt down. A pair of cold hands reached under Rogge's book and slowly unbuttoned Rogge's clothes.

"Since you have something to do, please speak slowly." Rogge changed to a more comfortable position, still looking at the scripture in his hand.

"Yes, Lord Rogge." Mei's low voice was full of temptation. She had untied Rogge's clothes and slowly lowered her head.

Although Rogge had extraordinary concentration, the shock at that moment also made him breathe a little heavier.

The magic light kept swaying, casting long shadows of the two people on the wall. Although they are intimate at the moment, the two shadows are far apart, as if they are the end of the world.

Ding Dong!

The expensive and beautiful light helmets fell to the ground one by one. Mei gently raised her long legs as snowy as ice, and slowly straddled Rogge.

Wow, the scripture in Rogge's hand turned another page.

In the dim room, Mei's low and hoarse moans echoed faintly.

Finally, a low roar came from Rogge's throat, and Mei immediately tightened her muscles. Rogge's roar immediately became louder accordingly!

Rogg finally threw aside the scripture in his hand, looked at Mei who was still sitting on his waist, and said lightly: "Mei, you are a little different today!"

Mei smiled ~IndoMTL.com~ and said: "Can I satisfy you today?"

"Very good."

"So, how well did Mei fulfill her responsibilities as an Ice Palace warrior?"

"Excellent."

Mei's eyes turned to one side and she said softly: "I can do this every day from now on, as long as you promise me to let him die."

Rogge said calmly: "This is impossible."

Mei raised her head and stared blankly at Rogge, who still maintained the closest contact with her.

A long time, a long time. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, but Mei didn't know it.

"Lord Rogge, I really can't turn my back on the goddess of nature. I can't leave the training methods of Hanyue Camp to you. But I..."

Mei bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long time before she made her final decision and said sadly: "...I have your child."

"What?" The frost on Rogge's face finally broke.