Blasphemy: 7 The Night Before the Storm Complete

At this time, the southern country is already a scene of late spring and early summer.

Compared with other cities in the Rhine League, Lille City is already very rough. But compared with the cities in the northern country, it is still very exquisite.

Martialism has become a common practice in the Principality of Bavaria. Whenever a knight with bright armor walks through the streets, he will get the cheers of girls and the eager and envious eyes of young people.

Because of the war, the prices of bread, vegetables and meat in Lille quietly doubled. Although the city of Lille has not yet banned alcohol, the price of spirits has soared several times. However, as the good news from the front came one after another, the residents were immersed in the joy of victory, and the small difficulties encountered in life seemed insignificant at this time. What's more, the Knights of the Principality are constantly recruiting trainee knights. Although this is basically a patent for the children of lower-level nobles, there are also many civilians who have successfully become trainee knights.

If you can't become a trainee knight, you still have a good chance of joining an infantry regiment or other secondary regiment. Soldiers in the principality are treated very well. The salary of an ordinary soldier in the main army can already feed and clothe his wife and children in the city of Lille, where prices are soaring. Even if he is an ordinary soldier in a second- or third-rate army, if he can survive in the flames of war, After living for a few years, the savings can allow the family to own a small piece of land in the principality that is enough for food and clothing. Of course, if he unfortunately dies in battle, the duchy's generous pension will immediately bring a small piece of fertile land to this unfortunate family. The land of the principality had long been divided up, and all of the newly allocated land to the soldiers was located within the territory of the Rhine League.

Owning a piece of their own land has become the biggest motivation for most simple warriors to fight **** battles.

Every conquest was a process of re-dividing the wealth and power of the land. The land that the soldiers exchanged with their lives and blood only accounts for a small part of the land that the principality won from the Rhine League. There are still large areas of fertile land, rivers and lakes with rich specialties, and countless rich mines waiting to be taken by the principality. The meritorious ministers divide it up.

King Louis and his concubine have defended the last bit of dignity of the Bourbon royal family in the fire. Several princes and veterans have fled to the Dro Empire. Now the entire Rhine League has been incorporated into the territory of the principality. But not only the senior generals of the principality, but also almost all the middle and lower-level officers were waiting. What they were most looking forward to was not when the Grand Council would reward them based on their merits. The Grand Duke of Bavaria and Lady Catherine were famous for their fairness.

What the two hundred thousand soldiers of the principality are most looking forward to is when the next war will begin.

During the brief period of peace, the huge war machine built by Catherine was also running crazily. Tens of thousands of high-quality swords and armors were given to the principality’s soldiers in batches, and new well-equipped regiments continued to join the principality’s battles. sequence. Most of these new regiments were expanded from the skeletons of the regiments that had made military exploits in the Rhine War. Experienced veterans have been promoted, and new rookies will receive valuable advice from veterans. High-quality armor, swords, and high-intensity training will give them a better chance of saving their lives when they first go to the battlefield.

Now the entire South is waiting with bated breath to see who will be the next target of Bavaria, the terrifying war monster, after it takes a break.

There are eight countries bordering the principality and the Rhine League. Except for the allies of the four principalities, the other four countries are desperately expanding their armies and preparing for war. Obviously, even after completely annexing the Rhine League, the two hundred thousand troops would be a heavy burden for the Principality of Bavaria, and it would only be a matter of time before it launched a new war. With the full support of the Church of Light, both the Austro-Hungarian and Dro empires took a sit-down attitude towards Bavaria's expansion, as long as the principalities did not bring the flames of war to their vassals.

Besides the war, another topic of conversation in Lille City was the newly born heir to the Grand Duke.

Catherine gave birth to a boy ten days ago. The next day, the Archduke of Bavaria issued a decree naming the boy his heir.

Seven days later, the Pope himself baptized the boy.

After only ten days of rest after giving birth to the child, Catherine sat at her desk again and began to think about the operation of the entire war machine of the principality.

The door opened and the Grand Duke walked in.

The pale golden light on the Grand Duke's face became more and more obvious, and the oval crystal in the center of his forehead became larger again, emitting a soft amber light. Months of fighting not only did not add any weathered appearance to the Grand Duke, but made him look even younger. At a glance now, the Grand Duke appears to be in his early thirties, with a simple and elegant face full of majesty and a hint of enchantment.

"Why don't you rest for a few more days?" Looking at the pile of documents in front of Catherine's case, the Grand Duke couldn't help but frown and asked.

Katherine smiled gracefully and said: "The body that can recover quickly and the extraordinary energy are gifts given to me by the Supreme God. My dear, you don't have to worry about me at all. We don't have much time now, and we must seize every moment. Seize every opportunity, minute by minute. Although you have conquered the Rhine League, your long sword is far from being sheathed. Only when your scepter is inserted on the beach in the south will we be able to When things take a break."

When it comes to conquest, Catherine's face glows with dazzling light again, and she is astonishingly beautiful.

She gently held the Grand Duke's hand and said: "My dear, even if we want to stop now, we can't. Two hundred thousand soldiers are waiting, waiting for your sword to point them in the direction, waiting for you Lead them to conquer and seize wealth, glory, land and power, women. This is your greatest wealth and a sharp sword hanging over your head. Even if we want to bring peace to the South now, they will I will definitely not agree. In order for the glory of Bavaria to shine throughout the south, what does it matter if I work harder?"

The Archduke nodded and said: "Okay. My dear, remember to give priority to the reorganized elite legion to David Rocherio who is stationed at the border. Replenish him with 10,000 elite soldiers first, and let his Let’s wait until the legion reaches its full strength of 30,000 people. The Austro-Hungarian Empire is very likely to make some small moves on the border recently to test our combat effectiveness. Hum, if we don’t chop off all the claws they extend, it will make them underestimate the principality.”

Catherine said: "My dear, your territory is already large enough. When do you plan to crown yourself the king?"

The Grand Duke pondered for a long time and said slowly: "The throne is just a false title. As long as we have outstanding generals, elite warriors, and sufficient money, it doesn't matter whether we have a crown or not. These false titles serve many purposes. The minds of the nobles are exaggerated. A principality will at least appear to be much weaker than a kingdom or empire, although this is often not the case. There is nothing wrong with letting our enemies underestimate us. If we become king, we will continue If we expand, we will have to add an imperial crown to ourselves. This will cause unnecessary uneasiness in the Austro-Hungarian and Dro Empires, and may even lead to interference. My dear, we should take a longer view, It’s okay to not want these flashy things. We can make concessions on diplomatic etiquette and even some unimportant interests and remain completely humble. At present, it is crucial to keep the two empires neutral, and it is not a big deal to suffer a small loss on this. . But if they dare to get involved in our core interests, then if they stretch out a few fingers, I will chop them off!"

Catherine stared at the handsome and charming face of the Grand Duke and said softly: "My dear, this is the hero in my mind! I have been looking through history books these days and happened to see the motto of a famous ancient general. I think It's a perfect slogan for your Knights of the Lionheart. Come and see."

Catherine opened a book on the table and pointed out a sentence in it to the Archduke.

The Grand Duke's eyes fell on the book and he read softly: "I came, I saw, I conquered."

The Grand Duke thought about these three sentences repeatedly, and the pale golden flames on his body kept rising. He suddenly stood still, with a arrogant smile on his face, and said: "That's it!"

The Grand Duke sat down next to Catherine and said: "My dear, you managed the principality very well when I was on the front line, very well. I have nothing to fault. It's just that the prosecutor you chose is not suitable. .Although Salmat is known as an honest and iron-fisted man, his abilities are too limited. The position of prosecutor is not something that can only be filled by noble blood and a good reputation. My dear, I have heard a lot of things during this time. Stop complaining about you, complain that you are too cold-blooded in doing things, complain that you completely ignore the traditions of the nobility."

Catherine still said in a slow and elegant tone: "So, dear, do you believe these complaints?"

The Grand Duke smiled and said: "My dear, you are still too young, and experience and wisdom need to be accumulated over time. If I were in your position, I would also kill these people, and maybe There will be more killed. But it was not me who did it, do you understand? Therefore, the position of prosecutor is very important. We need a smart person to wield this butcher knife. He must be smart enough to be able to do it himself Find those people we want to kill. He must be brave enough and responsible enough to dare to direct all the anger and blame on himself. Best of all, he must be wise enough to keep himself alive as long as possible. Stay in this position. If we find such a person, then all you have to do is give him a hint when necessary. The reputation of bloodthirsty and cold-bloodedness will be entirely borne by him!"

Catherine asked: "My dear, you must have a suitable candidate, right?"

"Of course, this person is Franco. You once proposed that he be the prosecutor, but why did you change it to Salmat later?"

Catherine hesitated and said: "He is very smart and loyal. The most important thing is that he sees the danger of this position. If he sits in the position of prosecutor, it may not be long before he can calm down the anger of the nobles. , we have to kill him. My dear, there are not many useful talents in the principality. And it would not be a pity to kill someone like Sarmat."

The Grand Duke sighed: "My dear, I know he is a talent. Aoife valued Rogge, Kate and Franco very much during his lifetime, and even supported them personally. Although this child is affectionate and sexual, he chooses people His vision is very sharp. Kate successfully killed two great magisters and made a great contribution. I am ready to let him command a forward army of 5,000 people. Franco is meticulous, ruthless, and understands the situation clearly. , as long as the flag of the principality remains intact, there is no doubt about his loyalty to us. As for that Rogge, it is even more incredible. Back then, he was able to kill the pursuers of the Church of Light during his escape. Now, I heard that the situation in the north has changed again. It was a mess, and a considerable force was established in a short period of time. These are all talents, alas, Aoife..."

Catherine patted the Grand Duke's hand gently and said softly: "My dear, although you have lost an Aoife, our little Crassus will definitely be a hero when he grows up!"

The Grand Duke cheered up and said with a smile: "Of course! We have to make good use of Kate and Franco. Not only are they talents in their own right, but their influence may be greater when facing Rogge one day in the future. Very useful. Except through the eyes of the Supreme God, tomorrow is always unpredictable. Who knows how far Rogge will develop in the north? My dear, don’t worry, Franco knows what to do to both To meet our requirements, he can survive in this position for a long time. But in this position, he will make enemies everywhere, and he has no other way out except relying on us. This should be regarded as the price for his gaining power. ."

The Grand Duke's tone turned cold and said: "Tell Franco that he will be the new prosecutor of the principality from next month. As for Salmat, let him first guard the dozen Abia in prison. All members of the Ti family will be hanged, and then you can find any excuse to execute him during this month, and at the same time appease the anger of Marquis Abbiati."

The war in the south has temporarily subsided, and the war in the north is coming to an end.

Charlie rode his horse and drew his gun, slowly advancing along the wide central avenue of the Royal Capital of Latvia. At the end of the avenue was the Royal Palace of Latvia.

The defenders of the royal capital are still resisting tenaciously, although their defeat is certain.

Sometimes, small battles even broke out right next to Charlie. But the knights surrounding Charlie are all former Golden Lion Knights. No matter how desperate the Latvian city defense force is in units of dozens of people, they will be killed by the former Golden Lion Knights in a short period of time.

Cries of death, screams, flames, and thick smoke cast a layer of gloom over the once prosperous capital of Latvia.

Although he had a chance to win, Charlie couldn't be happy at all.

When he led his army to the royal city of Latvia, there were only three thousand defenders in the city, including the Imperial Guard. Charlie immediately launched his army to attack the city. After successfully attracting the main force of the defenders and magicians to the other side, he gathered eight high-level elven magicians and bombarded the city gate with all their strength. In the blink of an eye, there would be no magic. The city gate protected by the division collapsed.

After entering the royal capital, Charles concentrated all his elite main forces to attack the Latvian palace guarded by a thousand guardsmen. Other troops began to disperse, searching and annihilating the remaining city defense troops in the city, and capturing important targets selected in advance.

Although the Latvian Royal Palace is tightly defended, the ability of Tickton's heavily armed warriors supported by elf magicians to conquer a solid fortress is unparalleled. No matter which one of these eight high-level elven magicians they are, their magic power is enough to play the role of court magician in any country of the Holy Alliance. Charlie knew the horror of the power of a magician with perfect protection. Therefore, he was not worried that he would not be able to capture the palace, nor was he even worried that the casualties among the soldiers would be heavy. After all, those who attacked the kingdom were the most elite soldiers in his hands, which were essentially different from the rookie-level new troops who had just left.

What Charlie was worried about was the days after he captured the entire Kingdom of Latvia.

If the King of Latvia abandoned the city and fled, Charlie was not that worried. Although fleeing under such circumstances is a normal behavior, the status of a fleeing king in the hearts of his subjects is not much higher. But now the King of Latvia clings to the palace and vows to live and die with the kingdom. With such a bad precedent, future resistance activities in Latvia will probably give Rogge a headache.

During his march into the royal capital, Charlie also annihilated several sporadic enemy armies. In the first few battles, under the desperate fighting of the opponent, Alei's recruits were in chaos, and some even trampled on each other to death. Charlie had no choice but to mobilize elven archers and Tickton warriors to completely annihilate the remaining surrounded army.

But in the next few battles, these recruits performed much better. But Charlie knew that this was not because the recruits' combat effectiveness was so close, but because their numerical advantage was too great, and they could be supported by several elite troops at any time, and Charlie was still commanding and dispatching on the battlefield.

However, many of Charles' orders were not carried out during the battle. A large number of new recruits can be recruited, but excellent, brave, and loyal middle- and lower-level officers cannot be recruited. Charlie needs a large number of qualified middle and lower-level officers, but these people can only be cultivated through long-term training or through many battles. This was the fatal injury to Are's tens of thousands of new troops.

But in order to turn these new recruits into skilled warriors as soon as possible, Charlie still tried his best to use new soldiers in every battle. Before attacking the royal capital, in order to prevent the recruits from getting into chaos again in the complex street fighting, he issued a death order. When being unexpectedly attacked, no one was allowed to retreat and must resist on the spot. The numerical advantage of Arei's army is too great. As long as these new soldiers can hold on for a while, the arriving reinforcements will surround and eat the few sneak attackers.

At this time, the Latvian Royal Palace is already in sight.

The King of Latvia believed in light, and his subordinates were kind and kind. After he was thirty years old, he also adopted many orphans, selected talented ones from them and taught them martial arts and magic. The best talents would be incorporated into the Forbidden Army when they grew up, and the rest would also be appointed in the army. Although the number of these orphans is small, their loyalty to the Kingdom of Latvia is unshakable.

The Royal Palace of Latvia has a large area and many buildings. Facing the elite soldiers of the Principality of Are who were swarming in, the Imperial Guards used every corner, every wall, and every corridor to mount a desperate resistance. But this time Charlie would never let what happened at Wright's Fortress happen again. In this complex terrain, with the heavy protection of Are's most elite heavy infantry and Tickton warriors, the eight high-level elf magicians gave full play to their amazing lethality. In particularly dangerous areas, they often use powerful magic to blow away the cover and the guards. Although the progress in capturing the palace in this way was somewhat slow, the casualties among the elite soldiers were very small.

The real obstacle came when they broke into the palace of the King of Latvia. The King and Queen of Latvia have retreated into the secret room. There is only a narrow and long corridor leading to the secret room, which can barely accommodate two fully armed warriors walking side by side. Dozens of the most elite and brave Imperial Guards guarded this corridor with their own flesh and blood.

The corridor is too narrow, and the tall and tall Tickton warriors cannot display their fighting power at all, while the elf magicians have exhausted their magic power. After a deadly battle, even Zagur was seriously injured.

After listening to the battle report from the messenger knight, Charlie immediately jumped up, and the figure shining with milky white fighting spirit disappeared in the direction of the palace in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, Charlie, holding a long sword and glowing with fighting spirit, appeared in the corridor. In front of him, dozens of wounded Guardsmen were blocking Charlie's path with their bodies one after another. The most powerful one among them was only a thirteenth-level warrior, but he was able to sustain it for so long. In addition to the favorable location, the main reason was his determination to die generously. Although I respect the bravery of these soldiers, Charlie on the battlefield is absolutely ruthless.

He gave a low shout and began to move forward slowly.

Flesh, arms, and even internal organs were splashing around him, and the entire corridor was flushed!

Charlie finally stepped into the secret room. Behind him were mutilated corpses.

With his unparalleled fighting spirit and sword skills, he completely dismembered the warriors in front of him one by one, and then he was able to enter the secret room.

The secret room is very spacious, with portraits of successive Latvian kings hanging on the walls. Rows of shelves are lined with precious antiques and jades. On the two thrones in the middle of the secret room, the King and Queen of Latvia were sitting in full attire. Although they had already died of poison, they still had a bit of majesty when they were alive.

Looking at the angry eyes of the King of Latvia, Charlie sighed secretly.

He knew that his life in Latvia would probably not be easy in the future.

On a warm spring day, the bodies of Iclaire and King Romon were transported to the City of Oracle.

After Ikelel's death, the old king, who was ill, could not survive for ten days. In other words, he didn't want to hold on for too long.

Looking at the two gorgeous dark purple coffins, Rogge's heart twitched quietly. He immediately ordered that Ikelel be buried by the valley lake, in a bright place with mountains behind and water on the side. On the same day, a lifelike statue of Ikelel was quietly placed in the Great Elf Temple. Next to her, there was already a statue: Meilan.

I just don’t know how many more statues will be placed in this empty hall in a few years.

To Rogge's surprise, there was a quarrel among the Elven Council of Elders over the question of whether to bury King Romon next to Iclaire. One group believes that Romon is just a lustful and dirty human being who has defiled Iclaire, and he must not be allowed to stay by Iclaire's side. The other faction argued that Romon, who was willing to die for Iclaire, truly loved her, and that all true love is pure and beautiful.

In the quarrels between the Presbyterian Church, Hughes never made any claims, and Rogge decided everything.

Through the large windows of the Presbyterian Church, Rogge looked quietly at the blue sky. After a moment, he sighed and said: "Although human life is short, it still requires extraordinary courage to give up life. Romon We sincerely treat Iclaire, but we have no way of knowing Iclaire’s thoughts... Let’s just bury them next to each other.”

Roger did not meditate or exercise his mental strength that night. He just stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the smooth mirror-like surface of the lake and the crescent moon reflected in the lake.

The moonlight tonight is a bit strangely blood-red.

"What are you thinking about?" Aixilot suddenly asked. This was the first time she took the initiative to talk to Roger.

Roger didn't seem surprised at all, and replied calmly: "I'm thinking about everything I did during this period."

"Why do you think about this?"

"In order not to make the same mistake again in the future."

"Do you think you were not cruel enough in the past?"

Roger sighed: "Sometimes it's not cruel enough, and sometimes it's too cruel. The scale is really difficult to grasp."

Aisilote was silent for a while and then asked: "It's hard for you to make me laugh every day, right?"

Roger smiled and said: "Although it is not easy, since I promised the Death Class, I will definitely do it."

"Rogg..." Aisilote's voice was a little strange.

Roger looked back and saw that the ice doll's clothes were slipping off quietly. In the blink of an eye, Aisilote was standing in front of him completely naked.

Under the **** moonlight, Aisilote's **** exuded a soft luster. Her whole body was completely different from what Rogge remembered. She now looked very thin and pretty, and her **** were as dove-like. Although they were beautiful, they were only slightly bulging.

Her whole body was as if it were made of ice, and her whole body was extremely smooth.

But what bothered Rogge were the dozens of faint scars crisscrossing her body!

Roger's pupils couldn't help but shrink. He looked into Aixilotte's ice-blue eyes, and finally just sighed.

Aisilote put on her clothes as if nothing had happened, and said in her unique voice without any emotion, mixed with the roar of the ice wind: "You don't have to make me laugh anymore, as long as you are willing to carry me with you all the time. , and promise me that you will never tell me a lie."

Roger sighed again and nodded.

"Then let me ask you, have you ever regretted what happened to our village?" Aixilot looked at Rogge quietly.

Facing the clear gaze of the ice puppet, Rogge suddenly felt an invisible heavy pressure.

Has he ever regretted it?

Roger took a deep breath and said calmly: "I will never regret what I have done. If I could go back to that day, I would try to choose a better way to eliminate the church's pursuers. But if If there is no better way, I will still do it."

Aisilote seemed to sigh lowly.

She suddenly smiled and said: "This is the Rogge in my heart. Well, I have laughed today, you don't have to worry."

Roger suddenly didn't know what to say.

Aisilote seemed to be thinking about something, and she suddenly said: "Didn't you want to get an elf into bed that day? Why did you stop suddenly?"

Rogg smiled bitterly and said, "When you look at me like that, I..."

"Just pretend I don't exist, I really want to see it. Don't some people just like to be seen by others..."

Roger was surprised, this Aisilote knows a lot!

He nodded and said: "Okay, you can watch it if you want. When I am interested in it in the next two days, I will ask an elf to come."

"Also," I don't know why, under the **** moonlight tonight, Aixilote said a lot: "We have a big beauty downstairs... You are not prepared to take advantage of such a good thing." Any chance?"

Roger was slightly startled and said: "What chance?"

"She is sad, aren't you ready to take advantage of her?"

Roger laughed and said: "So that's what happened! You don't have to worry about that. Subduing the little goblin won't happen overnight. This matter can't be rushed, we have to take it slow. Besides, she is already tired. It’s been so long, let her rest more.”

"You should comfort her. Now you will get twice the result with half the effort." Aixilote insisted very much.

Roger smiled and said, "Aren't you jealous?"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Aisilote's little face, but the ice puppet opened its mouth and blew out a breath of cold air, forming a piece of ice on Rogge's hand. Rogge smiled bitterly and had to stop. A black flame flashed across his hand, and the piece of ice disappeared without a trace.

"My whole body is just a piece of ice now, without any emotion at all. Jealousy? That's a good idea." Aixilote replied coldly.

Roger smiled bitterly and said: "Okay! I'm going downstairs now. You come with me."

Aisilote shook her head and said: "When you go to find her, I won't follow you. You can go without worry."

Roger shook his head helplessly, he was also a little helpless about this inexplicable little ice puppet. It was just the scars all over her body that made Rogge's heart aching. In addition to the factors of the Death God class, Rogge was really unwilling to go against the wishes of this girl who had been tortured because of him.

Watching Rogge's figure disappear at the door, the blue light in Aixilot's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by the whistling ice wind.

A ripple suddenly appeared in the dark room, and Feng Yue's figure appeared like a ghost. She quietly looked at the door where Rogge left. After a long time, she lowered her head and looked at Aisilote who was looking at her quietly.

"You have one more chance." Feng Yue said calmly.

Aisilote still shook her head firmly.

Feng Yue said nothing more. She put her hands on her chest again, and her figure gradually blurred and disappeared.

The city of Oracle is surrounded by primeval forests with a radius of thousands of miles.

This was supposed to be a paradise for monsters and poisonous insects, but a small patch of forest was now lifeless. The slightly spiritual beasts and ferocious birds were all gone at this moment. Only unintelligent insects and ants still hang out here.

Under the reflection of the blood moon, in this forest full of death, a strong blue light will flash from time to time, followed by a roar, and one or several towering ancient trees will slowly fall down.

Even if a frightened night bird occasionally flies by in the sky, it will be struck into a ball of stardust by a blue electric light.

There are already dozens of open spaces of various sizes in the forest. In one of the open spaces, Androni was sitting on the ground, looking slumped at the starry sky with soft blue light in front of her.

Her long hair was very messy, and the elven guardian warrior uniform she wore was in disrepair. Androni frowned and bit her lower lip, thinking hard to herself. Looking at her haggard face, she hadn't slept for an unknown amount of time.

"Are you really going to find that **** fat man?" Her face began to turn pale again.

Her gaze suddenly froze, fixed on a pair of snow-white feet floating in the air one foot above the ground.

Androni stood up suddenly and shouted in surprise and joy: "Fengyue!"

Feng Yue, with black hair and silver eyes, is still as dreamy as before.

Androni's eyes were dripping with water, she bit her lower lip lightly and just stared at Feng Yue.

"Strike me with all your strength." Feng Yue said coldly.

Androni lifted up the blue starry sky obediently, gave a clear drink, the blue light on her body was strong, and she stabbed Feng Yue with a sword like wind and thunder.

Feng Yue raised her right hand slightly and grasped the tip of Biluo Xingkong's sword. Although she was standing in the air, no matter how much Androni activated her fighting spirit, she could not push her back even a bit. But this time, Fengyue's white and tender right hand left no trace at all.

As soon as Feng Yue let go, Androni took a few steps back involuntarily. She stared at Feng Yue as charmingly as water and said, "Damn Feng Yue, why are you getting more and more powerful?"

Feng Yue ignored her words completely, Bai Shengsheng raised his right hand again and pointed at Androni's throat.

A small ball of white flame ignited on her fingertips. Judging from the intensity alone, it was slightly weaker than Androni's full-strength starry sky fighting energy.

Androni's expression was solemn, and she used her sword with all her strength to chop off Feng Yue's fingers. She knew she couldn't cut Feng Yue's right hand no matter what.

Originally, Androni's fighting spirit was stronger than Feng Yue's and made the artifact Blue Star Sky. In any case, she should not be at a disadvantage. At least she could block Feng Yue's incoming force. But somehow, every time Bi Luo Xingkong's sword edge comes into contact with Feng Yue's right hand, there will be a slight feeling of failure at that moment, and then it will be bounced to the side, and it is completely unable to block the incoming force of Feng Yue's right hand.

Androni was horrified, the power Feng Yue was using at this moment was obviously not as good as hers!

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yue's right fingertips were less than a foot away from her throat.

Androni exclaimed and retreated quickly, but how could her speed compare with Fengyue? In an instant, a chill ran down her throat as Fengyue gave her a gentle tap.

Androni was stunned, she really didn't understand how Feng Yue hit her throat.

But Feng Yue's hand did not stop or retract, but instead reached into Androni's skirt. And not only the right hand, but also the left hand was inserted.

In an instant, those cold little hands that seemed to possess magic began to roam around Androni's body again.

Androni suddenly felt weak all over, her eyes were as charming as silk. She moaned and leaned softly towards Feng Yue.

But Fengyue's figure suddenly disappeared, and then reappeared a few meters away. Androni lost her balance for a moment and fell heavily to the ground.

"Dead Fengyue! You...what are you doing!" Androni stood up, her body still limp. She was ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but scold Fengyue.

Feng Yue still ignored her words and just said calmly: "Remember to help him in the future."

Androni was stunned and asked: "Who are you helping? Rogge?"

"Who else could it be besides him?" The bone dragon couldn't bear it any longer, so he stuck his head out of the air and howled.

A silver light flashed in Feng Yue's eyes, and the bone dragon let out a wail, and was thrown back to the other world.

"It was indeed him!" Androni chuckled, "Speaking of which, he was completely deceived by me when he asked about you last time! He probably never thought that I could also lie, right? Hee !But... what is the relationship between you?"

Feng Yue sighed inaudibly and whispered: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you let him know or not..."

"What did you say?" Androni didn't hear clearly.

But Fengyue's figure gradually blurred and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Shi Fengyue, you run so fast every time you steal something!" Androni couldn't help but curse. She remembered the feeling of those cold hands just now, and her heart beat violently again.

Finally, Androni, who was blushing and charming, calmed down. She carefully recalled every detail of her meeting with Feng Yue, until that weak but unstoppable finger touched her throat. ……

She jumped up suddenly and yelled, just thinking: "It turns out that the use and control of power is the key to entering the holy realm! God, I am so stupid! Even that **** fat man said that I The power is enough, why do I always think about how to increase my fighting spirit? But...how does that **** fat man know? Forget about that!"

With one move of her delicate hand, the blue sky flew into her hand again, and the blue light kept shining in the forest...

On a mountain peak in another world, the Bone Dragon was lying there bored, staring at a small pile of blue crystals in front of him. When the blue luster of the crystal is about to fade away, the bone dragon will spray another small puff of dragon breath to coat the pile of stones with a blue halo.

A small white hand suddenly appeared in front of Bone Dragon's eyes. Before Bone Dragon could react, this small hand inserted directly into Bone Dragon's skull and dug out the huge blue crystal in the middle of its forehead. In front of this delicate little hand, the bone dragon's hard skull looked like it was made of flour.

Gregory was so nervous that his whole body was shaking. He had been waiting for this moment for too long.

The blue crystal in Fengyue's hand suddenly lit up, and the blue became thicker and thicker, until it was so thick that it seemed to drip out.

Feng Yue put the blue crystal into the bone dragon's skull again.

Gregory howled suddenly, the huge dragon head raised high, and light blue flames began to burn in the empty eye sockets.

The bone dragon soared into the sky and hovered in the air for several weeks before swooping down. A small ball of thick blue breath spurted out like a cannonball, hitting a one-meter-square boulder. The bone dragon then added a claw, and the boulder exploded into a sky full of stardust, leaving not even a bit of stone powder behind.

Gregory jumped up and down like crazy, flying up and down the entire mountain, constantly turning boulders into blue crystals, and then blasting them hard, testing his breath again and again. The power of each test will make the bone dragon howl excitedly.

Feng Yue rarely punished Bone Dragon for being crazy. She just looked into the distance quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

The Bone Dragon struggled too much and was exhausted before long. It flapped its wings as hard as it could before barely flying back to Feng Yue.

But Fengyue's behavior recently is really strange, and even Bone Dragon feels that something is wrong.

"Master, has something happened?" Gregory had just gotten his long-cherished wish. He was extremely excited and a little bolder.

Feng Yue stood quietly in the air, with dozens of demon lotus armor leaves flying slowly around her with pale white trails.

She stretched out her hand and took out a piece of demon lotus leaf that was flying in front of her. On that nail leaf, there was a drop-shaped silver mark that was flowing slowly as if it were alive.

That is the soul imprint left by Rogge.

Feng Yue gently caressed the soul mark, pointed at it, and the spiritual mark gradually dissipated in the wind of the other world

Gregory was taken aback. He became more and more uneasy and hurriedly howled: "Master, what are you doing? You can't hide what happened from me!"

Feng Yue said calmly: "I have agreed on a time for the decisive battle with the kings. Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, everything in the past will be wiped out. You don't have to hide in the future, and you can have your own legion."

"But Master! Those kings must have a conspiracy! They will definitely gang up on each other~IndoMTL.com~You must not go!"

"This is a one-on-one decisive battle. I believe in the commitment of the kings."

The Bone Dragon still did not give up: "But isn't it good that we are like this now? As long as there is enough time, one day, Master, you will be able to trample all these kings under your feet. Why should you give them this opportunity in vain?"

Feng Yue sighed softly and said: "The ninth knight Heinrich has returned. He has been to that world..."

The demon lotus quietly covered Feng Yue's body. She spread her wings and soared into the sky, piercing the thick clouds in the alien sky and disappearing into the endless lead clouds.

"But master..." the bone dragon shouted, its mental fluctuations echoing in vain among the mountains.

Gregori became quiet. He had no way of detecting Feng Yue's whereabouts and could only lie down on the mountain peak and wait.

Waiting for Feng Yue to return victoriously.

Only waiting...

The end of Blasphemy's "The Flaming Lips"