Blasphemy: 8th life is also a joy

Rogg looked at the white fish belly exposed in the distant sky, with a satisfied smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Outside Dresden, 10,000 new troops have been assembled. At this time tomorrow, he will lead an army on an expedition. In the long and cruel war to come, the 80,000 recruits in the Principality of Are still don't know how many lucky ones will survive until the end of the war.

The first battle report from the front has been sent back. The army of the Leighton Kingdom has already engaged in small-scale exploratory battles with Levi and the Latvian coalition forces on the frontal battlefield. Charlie's unit was responsible for defending a small city on the left flank of the front. Opposite him were 15,000 Latvian troops. Charlie had no intention of fighting the opponent, but he just couldn't defend. Latvia lacks military strength and has no intention of attacking the city. The two sides have been in a stalemate for several days. But for Charlie, who was calm and focused on avoiding war, the Latvian generals had no good solution.

There was a soft sound behind Rogge, followed by an uncontrollable groan of pain, which pulled his thoughts away from the war.

He couldn't suppress the pride in his heart and turned around to look at the beautiful woman who was struggling to sit up on the bed.

Froya grabbed the head of the bed with both hands, used all her strength to sit up, and struggled to press her **** onto the pillow. Although she held back any more moans, her pale face and cold sweat on her face fully demonstrated the difficulty of this simple action.

She breathed out gently and brushed away the messy hair on her face. A pair of beautiful big eyes were full of hatred, despair and anger, staring at Rogge.

Roger walked to the bed, sat down, and stroked her white legs.

The skin on Froya's legs that was originally as smooth as snow, smooth and white, is now scattered with bruises, which are the result of a crazy night.

Froya raised her arms and slapped her in the face. Rogge looked proud and did not dodge. She brushed his face with a weak swipe, more like a gentle touch than a slap. Such an action that was not too violent caused her face to turn pale and she moaned softly. She knew she couldn't push Rogge's hand that was still caressing her legs. Let alone now, even if she is intact, she will never be a match for the powerful Rogge.

All of this was already proven last night.

Roger smiled and said: "Your Highness, you said this, you will succeed after trying a few more times. Look, didn't we succeed? Maybe I was a little rough, but this is really because of you. The attraction was so strong that I simply couldn’t control myself.”

"Bah!" Froya spat in Rogge's face.

Rogge smiled faintly, wiped the saliva from his face as if nothing had happened, and said: "Your Highness, we are not children anymore, why should we deal with things like ordinary people? Since you are playing with fire, you will be burned. If you fail to prepare yourself, you can't blame others even if you are burned to death."

Last night Rogge came to Froya's bedroom, saying he wanted to apologize for the rude search of Froya the day before. Froya felt aggrieved and accepted Rogge's apology. Rogge, as usual, offered to give her another try.

In the past, when the relationship between the two reached a critical juncture, Froya would always have very serious adverse reactions in her body. Whenever this happened, Rogge would considerately stop.

However, this time, when Froya's body was cold, trembling, and biting the pillow, one of Rogge's hands suddenly pressed her slender waist firmly like an iron pliers, and the other His hands suddenly tore off her last restraints and coverings.

Froya had long forgotten her physical discomfort. At that moment, her heart was completely filled with pain, shock and fear!

In addition to her high magic power, Froya's physical strength is not much stronger than that of ordinary noble girls. How could her tender body withstand Rogge's merciless conquest?

She still had the strength to hit, push, and even scratch Rogge at first, but her weak attacks couldn't even break a bit of Rogge's oily skin. Rogge's few quick and powerful thrusts shattered her last bit of resistance. Froya could only fall weakly on the bed, letting Rogge enjoy her ice-like **** as he pleased.

She turned her head away, tears flowing down silently. In addition to her uncontrollable moans, she also thought about all the possible people she could call for help.

Call the guards? This is the Grand Duke's Palace of the Principality of Are, not the palace of the Rhine City. Everyone will only obey Rogge's orders. Even if he orders to kill him, the guards will definitely pierce the cold blade into his body.

Should we call those elves we get along well with? But the elves are almost blindly obedient to their divine messengers! How could he come to help her? Feng Die's eyes filled with hatred flashed through Froya's heart, but she could only sigh secretly. Fengdie is recovering from a serious injury. Who will be Rogge's opponent? Even if Fengdie recovers all her martial arts skills, she will not be a match for Rogge, who has endless tricks and tricks. If he begs her, he will just send her into Rogge's clutches again.

The only one who has the ability to rescue him at this moment is Androni, who is not far away. But when she thought of her betrayal, Froya immediately felt a burst of unspeakable sadness in her heart, mixed with Tao Tian's hatred. If there was anyone more hateful than Rogge at this moment, it was Androni and the Feng Yue who snatched Androni away. Thinking of this, Froya couldn't restrain the anger in her heart. If it weren't for them, how could she jump into such a bottomless abyss and pay such a painful price?

No matter what, she would never ask Androni for help.

These thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, and Froya suddenly realized that she was so alone and helpless at the moment. And Rogge obviously knew this. He didn't even cast a Silence Barrier. He was not afraid of her calling for help at all. Instead, he enjoyed her moans and pain.

A night of madness.

When Rogge leaned on her weakly and contentedly, Froya could no longer lift a finger.

While Rogge stood up and put on his clothes and stood quietly in front of the window, Froya lay quietly on the bed, waiting for her strength to return bit by bit.

The storm had passed. She forced herself to put all the regrets out of her mind and began to reflect and plan. But before she could think of a feasible method of revenge, an inexplicable feeling of fatigue and sadness completely took over her mind. Various scenes from childhood to adulthood flashed before her eyes.

"Have I ever been happy?" Froya suddenly thought...

"Your Highness Froya..." Rogge, who was sitting on the bedside, called with a conqueror's smile.

"Don't call me Your Highness anymore. I'm just a princess who lost her country. I'm no longer worthy of the title Your Highness." Froya said coldly.

"The Rhine League has only suffered a defeat and has not yet been destroyed. At least the news of its demise has not yet spread."

"The defeat of the Rhine League is inevitable. You should know this better than I do."

"Okay, Froya, can I ask you again now, what made you want to kill me? Don't say any more ridiculous reasons why you just want to try the petrified helmet. You are so smart Beautiful, you should know that this reason cannot deceive me." As he said this, Rogge gently stroked Froya's face and wiped away the wet tears on it.

"Take your hand away! Don't you have enough?" Froya said coldly. However, she immediately saw Rogge's murder weapon still standing proudly. He was indeed not enough.

Froya finally showed a hint of timidity.

Although this cowardice disappeared in a flash, it was caught in Rogge's eyes. He immediately laughed and said: "You are no longer the noble princess who no matter what you did, it doesn't matter. As for me, I am no longer that little person who can only endure no matter what happens. In fact, our positions have been reversed today. You must have discovered that here, people can do whatever they want without having to bear the consequences. It's me. But I'm still very strange, why do you want to kill me again and again? I originally thought that we had formed a temporary alliance, and for reasons of interest, this alliance should still be there at least for now. It's very stable. Even if we are using each other, I am still very valuable. Besides, my credibility is pretty good. At least I am still working hard to implement what I promised. So, I really don't understand."

Froya's eyes regained their clarity. She looked at Rogge, and there was a hint of determination in her gentle voice: "Anne is mine. If I can't get it, then no one else can get her. And you , have you forgotten what happened in the Central Mountains?"

Roger suddenly realized and sighed: "There is really only a fine line between love and hate in women! But I still don't understand why you chose to kill me first. Logically speaking, you should have finished hurting Ander. After Roni and the woman who snatched her away, it’s my turn to attack?"

Froya was silent for a moment, then said: "Annie... I really can't do it. As for that woman, I can never be her opponent. Even if my master comes, the result may be the same. And she She is so elusive that I don’t know when I will see her again. Even if I want to kill her, I can’t do it. This time when we meet again, your strength has grown so fast that I can’t see through you anymore. I’m afraid to wait any longer. If I go down, I probably won’t be able to kill you, so I took action in advance. This is the reason why I want to kill you. Are you satisfied?"

"That woman...can you describe it to me?" Rogge thought for a moment and asked.

Froya said calmly: "She is very beautiful, with straight black hair, silver eyes, wearing a gray robe, and always floating in the sky. It seems that she has a close relationship with you, and she once tried to save her. I tried to pass you, but without success. She has already entered the Holy Realm at such a young age. I think that I will never be her match in this life, and I will not be able to win back Anne's heart. In fact, I have completely I'm desperate, I'm going crazy."

Roger let out a hey, his heart skipped a beat, and said: "For me, the Holy Realm is out of reach. But didn't you also become a great magician at a very young age? Enter The Holy Land is a matter of sooner or later, so why are you so discouraged? But I have never seen or heard of this woman."

However, what he was thinking in his mind was: "Aha! It turns out to be Odereh! Is it just a holy realm? So you want to go against a god, so even if your teacher comes, it won't work, hehe! Haha! !"

Froya straightened the messy hair in front of her forehead and said: "The magic power I have now is obtained through equipment and tricks. It is not entirely my own ability. If not, I would also I won’t be so unconfident, let alone kill you. Forget it, let’s not talk about this, Mr. Rogge, I have told you everything you want to know. What are you going to do with me next?”

Roger asked: "If I say I'm not going to do anything, what arrangements will you make?"

Froya smiled sadly and said: "If I said I wanted to leave, would you kill me immediately?"

This time Rogge really hesitated. He looked at Froya's sad and poignant face and said softly: "Froya, you know, no one wants to have another potion master and a great magician. of the enemy..."

Froya regained her usual composure and asked: "I understand. I want to ask you, did you already know that my physical discomfort was all fake?"

Roger was startled and nodded.

She smiled sweetly and said: "You are so scheming. I always thought I was good at acting, but I didn't expect you to be better than me. I really underestimated you, and after just one mistake, I can never act again. You've turned over. Your normal magic power always seems to be at level eleven. In fact, you haven't told anyone about your true strength, right? What level is your magic power at now, thirteen or fourteen?"

Rogg sighed and said: "According to your classification method, it should be between thirteen and fourteen. I can cast multiple sixth-level magics, but I can't use those seventh-level magics."

"Anyway, you are going to take action soon, so can you tell me again, what is the magic you use to break the petrified light? That magic definitely does not exist within the known magic system. How did you do it? What did you learn? I'm very curious. You won't let me die out of curiosity, will you?"

Rogge sighed again and said: "That's not magic, it's just a method that can ignore all restrictions and cast magic. It's called alien curse binding purgatory. This method also has the effect of storing a large amount of magic. The magic power keeps the magic power that is usually displayed at a relatively low level. The person who taught me... is the princess of the demon world, Elesis."

Froya was silent for a long time and then said: "Thirteenth level of magic, mental shock, instant spell casting, and the ability to cast double spells at the same time... You are so good at hiding it... The otherworldly cursed purgatory, no wonder No matter how I use the magic crystal to observe you, your magic power is level 11. If I didn't really think you only had level 11 magic power, I wouldn't do anything."

She gently touched Rogge's chest again: "And your speed and strength are not inferior to high-level warriors. It seems that even if I am fully prepared, I can't beat you in a head-on confrontation. Of course, in terms of Scheming, it seems that few people are your opponents. You have deceived many people with your fat body, right? I finally understand why so many people can't deal with you. Little Rogge, tell me, in Is there anyone in this Grand Duke’s mansion that you truly believe in, even all these years ago?”

Roger smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said: "The only thing I can believe now is not in this world."

"Are you tired?"

"Tired, but I can still hold on."

"I'm tired too. Unfortunately, I'm not like you. I can't hold on any longer..."

Froya closed her eyes and whispered: "Little Rogge, I lost. This time I played with fire and really burned myself to death. Now I have nothing left, including family, power, and love." , and I no longer have the confidence I once had. Death is really a good relief. Kill me!"

"Froya, actually... I had high hopes for our alliance. You know, I really need help, and you are so good in all aspects, why force me to make such a difficult decision? Maybe we can work well together again?"

Froya chuckled and said: "The problem is not whether I am willing to cooperate, but that I have become desperate and crazy for a word of love. ~IndoMTL.com~ Little Rogge, I am serious I want to kill you. And my two strengths, whether they are magic or potions, can make you sleepless and uneasy all the time. So the question is, can you really trust me?"

She patted Rogge's face gently and said: "Let's do it. If you want to achieve great things, how can you do it without being ruthless? This time, whether it is scheming or strength, I am convinced that I will lose. In this last battle Don’t hesitate to make me look down on you!"

Rogg looked at the nail on his right index finger that was gradually extending like a blade. After a long time, he sighed softly and asked: "Froya, do you have any other wishes?"

Froya's gaze went beyond Rogge and landed on an infinite place. She spoke softly, as if talking to herself: "It would be great if I wasn't born into a royal family. I really wish... ...I really wish I could live a day happily without thinking about anything..."

She smiled sweetly, and at this last moment, she was as beautiful as a spring flower in full bloom: "Remember to clean my body, put on the most beautiful clothes for me, and then use your demonic flames to keep me in this world. All traces of it are gone. That’s it!”

A flash of lightning gently crossed her throat...

A bright red rose blooms quietly...