Blasphemy Chapter 13: 殮家下

The first day of the attack on the mountain by the Silver Saint Cultists ended in a disastrous failure. Among the earliest believers who arrived, there were no capable people. Most of them were woodcutters, farmers and townspeople from nearby villages and towns. They spontaneously formed a team based on their passion. Attacking, even with a few samurai and traveling mages, won't help. In front of the Eye of Wisdom believers who were prepared to fight and occupied the natural danger, the one-sided scene of driving sheep and attacking tigers under Zolamu City was repeated again.

On the narrow winding mountain road, corpses of Holy Cult believers piled up like mountains! The believers of the Eye of Wisdom even broke out of the fortifications and went down the mountain to cover up the killings. They were about to eat the first batch of more than a thousand holy believers in one go.

Fortunately, the group of believers who arrived later were the garrison warriors and ice mages from the Silver Holy Church closest to Mount Auburn. Their combat power was different from that of ordinary believers. The ice and snow mages tried their best to bless the faith and courage of the believers, and managed to stabilize the position that was about to collapse. Seeing that there was no advantage left, the Eye of Wisdom retreated back to the mountain.

After inspecting the terrain of Auburn Mountain, the warrior leader and the ice mage decided to temporarily surround the mountain and wait for the arrival of backup. In the next few days, believers of the Silver Holy Cult gathered around Mount Auburn like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

In the past few days, the advance and retreat of the Eye of Wisdom has been entirely handled by the Mad Faith Mage and several highly respected believer leaders.

On the top of the mountain, on the makeshift altar, Saint Mora has been kneeling here since the moment she climbed the mountain, praying devoutly. Her appearance is holy and refined, as if her whole body has been integrated into the praise of the goddess. A milky white halo emanated from her chest and gradually expanded to cover her whole body.

Such a miracle! The followers of the Eye of Wisdom cheered loudly and chanted the name of the goddess.

Every day that passes, the radiance of Saint Mora becomes more intense, and her holy and beautiful face cannot be looked directly at.

In the early morning of this day, Roger discussed the final details with Hughes, said goodbye to Straw, and quietly left Richelieu with Androni, Froya, and Hughes. , met up with the Elf Dark Side of the Moon and Ticton warriors who had been waiting outside the city, and headed north.

Not long after Rogge left, the Great Temple of Ice and Snow suddenly shone with light, and melodious bells rang throughout Richelieu! Urgent messages passed through the snowflakes in the cold wind and quickly spread throughout the main churches of the Silver Holy Cult in the north of the empire. A moment later, countless clergymen rushed out of the church, scattered in all directions, and began to call out the believers of the Holy Religion from house to house, explaining something to them in a hurry. In the afternoon, carriages filled with believers filed out of the city, gathering from all directions and heading north.

In the Great Temple of Ice and Snow, the divine magician Jima kept issuing instructions one after another. She claimed that these were inherited from the oracles of the Ice and Snow Goddess. Although she did not explain the specific content of the oracles, all the clergymen The seriousness of the situation has been felt, because there is only one core content of all Gemma's instructions, which requires all goddess believers to immediately abandon everything, rush to the northern ice field, and eliminate all enemies that hinder the progress of the believers.

This is an unprecedented summons in the Holy Religion!

The unusual movements of the Holy Religion believers also alarmed the controllers of secular power. Of course, the city defense army did not prevent the congregants from leaving the city, not to mention that many of them were believers in the holy religion. There were even devout people who responded to the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess, took leave of absence from their duties, and joined the ranks of the congregants who left the city.

However, the city defense army still reported the news to the imperial palace in time. The general responsible for the reporting task was introduced through layers of people, and the last person they met was the general manager Sara Winger. The twilight old man sat on a leather-covered bench outside the Emperor's audience. He squinted his eyes and listened to the report without saying a word. He just waved his hand to signal that the interview was over.

A huge sand table is placed in the center of the emperor's study. The topography of the entire empire and surrounding countries is condensed on the sand table in every detail. The emperor stood beside the sand table and was looking at Longines Sea intently. The study door opened, and the old manager slowly walked in. He coughed and said: "Your Majesty, Sir Rogge and the people from the Holy Cult have all left the Imperial Capital and gone north."

"Oh?" Emperor Feuerbach raised his head and said with some surprise: "They started a decisive battle so soon?"

The old manager said feebly: "I heard that just after Mr. Rogge left today, the Ice and Snow Goddess issued an oracle and summoned all believers to go north."

"So, does this decisive battle really involve God?"

The old manager nodded and said: "That seems to be the case."

Emperor Feuerbach said coldly: "Two goddesses? Huh! Let them fight slowly, it is best to lose both sides. This plane does not need gods!"

The magical light in the Ice and Snow Temple is extremely strong. Under the extremely strong light, the shadow of every wrinkle on Jima’s old face appears deeper! The corners of her mouth hung almost vertically on her face, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Seeing that all the instructions were delegated quickly and reliably, Jima walked alone to the altar room at the back of the big temple, where the statue of the goddess was enshrined. It has been classified as an absolutely forbidden area since early morning, and no one is allowed to enter except her.

Not long after, almost all the cleaning staff working in the Ice and Snow Temple were sent out to mobilize the believers. And Jima stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the temple that had become empty. The murderous aura in her body suddenly disappeared completely, leaving only the old age brought by the years and the helpless despair of fate.

Gemma suddenly coughed heavily, and her hoarse cough sounded like she was about to cough out her internal organs. It made people worry that her seemingly weak fire of life would be extinguished in an instant.

She finally calmed down her coughing, slowly moved to the altar hall, took out a brass key with trembling hands, and opened the lock. However, the two doors made of hard silver were extremely heavy. She almost used all her strength to press against the doors before opening a gap that could just allow one person to enter or exit.

Jima entered the hall and used her remaining strength to close the door. This action almost consumed the remaining life of Jima. The wrinkles on her face became deeper and her pupils became more cloudy. Gemma leaned against the palace door, breathing heavily.

The hall echoed with bursts of strange shrill howls, as if a woman was howling miserably. The source of the sound turned out to be the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess behind the altar!

The beautiful face of the statue was slightly distorted, looking slightly ferocious and anxious. What was even weirder was that a blood-red tear slowly flowed from her left eye!

Jima’s hand trembled and stretched out to the statue, and she was already incoherent: "This... why is this! The greatest goddess, what is your oracle, tell me, tell your most devout believer!"

Although Gemma kept praying, the oracle she received from the Ice and Snow Goddess was violent and mixed, filled with all kinds of crazy emotions such as rage, hatred, panic and uneasiness, like the endless power of the gods rushing up and down between the peaks and valleys. The constant erosion washed away Jima's soul, making her consciousness waver, as if she might leave her body at any time and turn into smoke!

Jima struggled to hold on, and her still gray hair slowly turned all white.

But no matter how hard she tried to distinguish, it was like listening to the cry of a young child in a storm. She knew what the Ice and Snow Goddess was talking about, but she couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

Jima suddenly snorted, two streams of blood flowed from her nose, and sat down softly on the ground. All the strength in her body was exhausted, and her connection with the Ice and Snow Goddess was finally completely cut off by the storm surrounding the goddess. The cry of the Ice and Snow Goddess now sounds like a simple and meaningless scream.

Gemma can no longer access the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

This is not because she is not pious enough, nor is it because the Ice and Snow Goddess is angry with her. All this is just because the unnatural storm accompanying the call of the Ice and Snow Goddess has completely covered up the voice of the Ice and Snow Goddess!

But what kind of existence can suppress the voice of the goddess?

Chilling oozed from every fingertip of Jima. She has used the magic power accumulated in the Ice and Snow Temple over the years to send the last oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess to the Holy Church in the north of the empire. Even if the Ice and Snow Goddess comes down with a new oracle, there will be no extra magic power to transmit the message. All over such a vast place.

What's more, the Holy Cult believers who received the message at this time must have already embarked on their journey. Even if a new oracle came down, it would be too late to reach them.

Jima looked up at the goddess statue shedding blood and tears, murmured something, and a few old muddy tears fell quietly. She struggled to sit up, and a dagger as red as blood and as thin as a wing fell from her sleeve. Gemma stared at the dagger for a long time, let out a long sigh, turned her wrist and pierced the dagger into her chest!

After a while, Jima pushed open the door of the altar hall. Her face was glowing red, she was full of energy, her eyes were extremely sharp, and every step she took was filled with wind and thunder! A temple warrior immediately came up to him and said, "Master Jima, do you have any orders?"

"Prepare a carriage! I'm going to the north!" Gemma shouted.

It is extremely cold in Richelieu today, all the rivers are frozen, and the wind is howling. The streets were deserted, and no one wanted to go out in such weather.

Amidst the rumble of wheels, a carriage inlaid with the symbol of the Silver Holy Cult sped past the empty street, speeding towards the north gate. There is a luxurious hotel next to the avenue. In front of the window on the fourth floor, a handsome and noble man watched the carriage go away until it disappeared at the end of the long street. Then he sighed and put the contents in the goblet into the distance. Drink all the red wine in one gulp.

"It would be great when we can be like these human beings who can fight for the same goal regardless of life and death." He said with emotion.

"Lord Milo, your time here is too short. The human race is united, and most of the time it is to kill each other more efficiently." The tall warrior said.

Miro smiled, his smile was full of sunshine, enough to charm countless young girls. "Maybe. But if the human race can unite to kill each other, it can also unite to deal with foreign enemies. This is different from us. Even when I think of certain races, I want to kill them all, without mentioning cooperation at all. But I have endured it all these years, and we have been able to accomplish a few things together. Now that I think about it, it is really strange."

"This is where Lord Milo excels. If you only have empty power, you are not worthy of my following."

"Excellence?" Milo smiled bitterly, "If this can be regarded as excellence, my clan... then there is really no hope!"

He stared at the warrior again and said with a smile: "If my strength is not enough, no matter how many advantages I have, how can I dare to leave my back to you?"

The warrior did not continue this already sensitive topic and said: "Sir, the new soul guide acted rashly. Not only did she go blind, she also seemed to be in eternal fear. I finally managed to make her Calm down, but I don't know when her fear will flare up again. What do you think we should do about this?"

Mi Luo pondered for a moment and said: "Although she is not very capable, the old guy behind her still cannot despise her. Take me to see her condition first."

The basement was as dark as ever, and hysterical howls could be heard from time to time. Milo walked down the stairs. The faint light emanating from his body not only dispelled the darkness in the room, but even blocked out the dampness, odor and dirt. It seems that even if he is standing in a thousand-year rotten swamp, Milo can still maintain his nobility and cleanliness.

With a slight wave of his left hand, an invisible force lifted the female mage from the ground and pressed her firmly against the wall. Milo lifted up the female mage's cloak and looked at her face carefully.

The lower part of the face was smooth and delicate, very charming, but the upper part was as miserable as if it had been burned by fire. The muscles on her face were rolling and squirming, and it looked like they were regenerating rapidly. The rotten flesh kept falling with the blood and water, and new flesh continued to grow. However, the newly born tender flesh would rot quickly when it came into contact with the air. Therefore, after half a day, the injuries on her face did not improve at all! The female mage seemed to be afraid again. During the attack, she wanted to scream, but under the pressure of Milo's strength, she couldn't even open her mouth.

Milo cautiously reached out, and as soon as his fingertips touched the rotten flesh on her face, the flesh sprout suddenly exploded! A silver electric fire burst out from it, and landed accurately on Milo's lightning-retracted fingers. , making a crackling and harsh sound, it actually burrowed viciously into Milo's flesh like a small ferocious beast!

Miluo's expression changed, and with a snap of his fingers, a small ball of bright purple mist wrapped the moving silver electric fire and threw it towards the corner.

The electric fire suddenly exploded, and the basement was instantly filled with silver light! The next moment, the basement had turned dark again, and the silver electric fire had died together with the purple mist that enveloped it.

Miro was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Did she take the initiative to provoke the other party?"

"That's right!" The warrior added insult to injury and showed no sympathy for the female mage at all.

Miluo's face sank and he said coldly: "I can cure her injuries, but I can't cure her stupidity! Keeping this useless thing is also a waste for her mentor. What a shame! Just deal with her!"

After that, Milo left, and the warrior looked at the female mage in the corner of the room, cracked his knuckles, and let out a deep cackle of laughter.

In the past thousands of years, the area around Qingshi Mountain has always been a forbidden area for powerful monsters. Even the giant dragon with unparalleled power does not dare to appear in this area easily. The spear-throwing spears of the frost-armored giants are every dragon's nightmare.

Now, Qingshi Mountain, hidden in the vast clouds and mist all year round, has become a ghostland!

Any existence with a slightly stronger power will disappear immediately as soon as it enters the vicinity of Qingshi Mountain. Those powerful monsters have keen intuition. After several powerful companions disappeared one after another, they left their territories one after another and fled in a hurry away from Qingshi Mountain.

But Qingshi Mountain is the home of the frost-armored giants, and they are unwilling to leave their home and flee anyway. What's more, even if they wanted to escape, there was no way they could escape.

I don’t know when, no matter how provocative the insidious sacred dragon was, the frost armor giants never left the camp on the top of the mountain. In just a few days, half of the hundred adult warriors had fallen, and the terrifying existence was obviously still lingering around Qingshi Mountain, waiting for an opportunity to capture the lone giant.

The leader of the frost-armored giants has already vaguely felt the final fate of his family. Frightened and angry, he challenged the being several times, but she ignored him. All he knew now was that with each missing giant, her power would grow stronger.

A loud rumble suddenly sounded from the top of Qingshi Mountain, and for a while, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and rocks flew everywhere. In the smoke, two giant warriors suddenly flew out. They shouted loudly, and the loud voice resounded throughout the Qingshi Mountain! They flew up to a height of a hundred meters, drew a curve, and fell far down the mountain.

The frost-armored giant leader witnessed all this from a distance, and his heart sank, knowing that no matter what, rescue was beyond his reach. Falling from this height, the two giants are certain to die.

But more than a dozen frost-armored giants had already rushed out of the camp and ran towards where the two giants were. The leader of the frost-armored giant roared and ordered them to return.

But his order came too late. Amidst the vigorous roar of the dragon, the sacred dragon emerged from nowhere, grabbed a giant warrior like lightning, and then avoided all the spears with amazing speed and agility, and flew into the sky.

Suddenly there was a burst of faint thunder in the sky.

The demon lotus wrapped with dark thunder light quietly emerged, and then pulled out a faint shadow. Before the frost armor giant leader could blink, he had already flown dozens of circles around the two giants who had not yet fallen to the ground!

The silver snake was flying in Wella's hand, and the Dragon Soul Battle Spear had passed through the bodies of the two giants dozens of times in an instant. Each puncture will tear off part of their souls and power, and flow into Wella's body through the baptism of the silver dragon's soul.

After completing the killing, Wella stood in the air, closed her eyes and said nothing, letting the two giant corpses fall heavily. After a moment, she opened her eyes. The golden cross star looked indifferently at the leader of the frost-armored giants on the top of the bluestone mountain. The demon lotus was shining brightly and brightly at this moment, and as the light waves circulated, tiny bursts of thunder would explode from time to time. A small cloud of thin silver mist will occasionally spray out from the tip of the Dragon Soul War Gun.

The leader of the Frost Armor Giant was extremely sad and angry, but he knew that going down the mountain to challenge Weena at this time would only add more strength to her. He suddenly roared wildly, raised a boulder, and threw it at Wella with all his strength! It's just that he and Weina were thousands of meters apart at the moment, and the boulder fell into the deep valley before flying halfway.

Gregory stretched his wings and slowly landed in the air behind Wella. It suddenly opened its mouth, burped, and spit out a small ball of pale white dragon breath.

It is very satisfied with its current life, as if it has returned to the best days when it followed the master Fengyue in the world of death. Although luring enemies is a bit hard and dangerous at first, once the master's strength increases, good times will come. Those giants that Wella looked down upon at all, no matter how fragile they were, were still too rich a meal for Grigory. Now it can deal with two frost-armored giants alone, without using any dragon language magic and relying solely on physical combat.

Weina opened her mouth and spat out a cloud of white mist, then smiled coldly at the frost armor giant leader. There are not many giant warriors left on Qingshi Mountain, and they are simply unable to defend such a long line of defense at all times. And once they are neglected, they will pay the price with their lives. It won't be long before Wella can storm up the mountain.

At that time, the giants in the entire Bluestone Mountain will become part of Wella's power.

She saw that it was getting late, and she was already satisfied today, and was ready to greet Grigory to leave. At this moment, Wella's ears suddenly twitched slightly, and Gregory, who said "yes", turned his head and looked towards the north.

"Master Weina, Master Fengyue is summoning us, but why do I feel that she is different from before?" the sacred dragon asked with some doubts.

"She has taken another step on the road to becoming a true god, so of course you will feel different. There is nothing surprising about this." Wella's tone was light, but Gregory keenly caught a hint of romance in it. Something that seems to be absent seems to be something that humans call sadness.

Weina looked at the lead-colored sky in silence, suddenly smiled softly, and thought to herself: "But Fengyue... Do you want to become a **** like this? How can there be such a cheap thing! Just wait, I will find a way sooner or later Break your cold shell!"

"Master Wella! Master Wella?" Gregory called several times in succession before Wella came back to her senses.

"This side of the Frost Armor Giant..." Foreseeing that the war would come with the call of Master Feng Yue, Grigory suddenly felt that his ability to improve these days was still insignificant, and his wise eyes immediately turned to the top of the mountain with a little greed. Those big guys with decent power.

Weina looked at the top of the bluestone mountain, her rare smile had long since disappeared, and she said coldly: "Don't worry! We still have two days. Although we can't do much in this time, at least the biggest guy is Can't run away."

So in the angry eyes of the frost-armored giant leader, the figures of Wella and the sacred dragon gradually disappeared.

On the endless snowfields of the North Country, Rogge was leading more than a thousand of his men to move quickly. A few days later, the Orser Highway leading to the northernmost tip of the empire has come to an end. Ahead, there is an endless ice field. The ice field extends to the horizon, and the faint blue mountains can be seen.

Although the Dark Side of the Moon is composed of the strongest elves, and even though each elf wears special cold-proof clothing, the cold wind still makes their faces turn blue. In comparison, the rough Tickton warriors were simply enjoying the wind of the north.

In open areas, vision is the most deceptive thing. The mountains that seemed to be reachable in a blink of an eye turned out to be so far away. Rogge led the army and walked for two days before reaching the intended mountain pass. At this time, on the ice field behind them, a large group of Silver Holy Cult believers had appeared, and Rogge could even see the flags raised by the believers with his eyesight.

The mountain pass is actually a long and narrow valley, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. According to the original plan, Rogge, Androni and Hughes would continue heading north, while Froya would lead all the troops to guard the mountain pass and block all followers of the Silver Holy Religion.

When they were about to leave, Rogge suddenly stopped and turned back slowly.

In the cold wind, Froya, dressed in pure white and heavy fur, stood on the ice field, just like a delicate snow lotus. It seemed that any strong gust of wind would break her skin. There was a faint mist in those green eyes, as if they had a thousand heartfelt wishes to express.

But she just stood there, not moving or speaking.

In the silver-white world, there were only a few slightly opened red lips, so tragically red.

Rogg suddenly strode back! He spread his arms. A blush stained Froya's cheeks~IndoMTL.com~ She gave up all her reserve and fell into his arms like a flying feather!

Froya hugged Rogge's waist with all her strength and buried her head in his arms.

"Live well!" Rogge whispered.

"This sentence should be returned to you. The place you went to is dangerous." Even though Rogge kissed her hair gently, Froya did not raise her head. Her voice sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

"Wait for me to come back."

The little goblin chuckled in Rogge's arms and said in a low voice: "What are you waiting for when you come back? Marry me?"

Without waiting for Rogge to answer, she left the warm embrace, pushed Rogge to turn around, and said: "Fool, let's go!"

Roger smiled slightly and said no more. He chanted the spell of flying and flew north with Hughes and Androni.

Froya stood on the ice, motionless, watching their figures disappear into the northern sky.

The only color remaining in the thousands of miles of ice field at this time is the trembling vermilion.