Blasphemy Chapter 18: Lingxun

Ian woke up from a coma, the back of his head still hurting. After a while, I gradually became aware of my surroundings. There was no window in the entire room, and it was cold and damp. The walls were made directly from bluestone quarries without any decoration. There were patches of moss scattered around, and there were constant drops of water dripping from the ceiling. There were large and small torture instruments in the room, and the blood stains on them had turned black. They looked very old, but the screams of the tortured people still seemed to be ringing in their ears. There were two torches stuck on the opposite wall, and the shaking light made his eyes hurt. Everything in the room was swaying in the firelight, looking very ferocious. The old mayor's hands and feet were tied to the iron rings on the wall, hanging in a large font. He struggled to think of the spell, but was severely interrupted by a sudden whip.

Roger walked around the room noisily while staring at Ian gloomily. The fat man waved his hand and asked all the mercenaries in the room to go out and come to Ian. Ian wisely gave up the attempt to cast a spell. The casting of magic requires the power of the spell, the magic symbols drawn with various gestures, and the specific mental fluctuations of the caster to be successful. For people like Ian who can't move his hands, there are only a few low-level spells that can be cast. But no matter how he looked at it, Rogge didn't seem to let him finish reciting the spell.

The fat man stared at Ian hatefully. To be honest, he was still frightened by the decomposition technique during the day. The fifth-level magic decomposition technique is not very practical, mainly because the success rate is not high, and the general probability is around 50%. However, no matter how low the chance was, it was still a gamble with Rogge's life. If he hadn't cast an acceleration spell in advance and had agility that surpassed that of a warrior, the yellow dog might not have been turned into ashes.

"Where is this place?" Ian's old voice was full of exhaustion.

"This is Sellersburg's cell, Mr. Ian."

"Why don't you kill me?"

"Because I still have a lot to ask you, Mr. Ian."

"Hehehehe" Ian laughed, "Sir Rogge, do you think I will meet your request in my dying years?"

Seeing Rogge's confident look, Ian's laughter gradually disappeared. "Mr. Ian, as an adventurer, you are too old. As a magician, you are too orthodox. As a mayor, you have a son and daughter. So I think it may be difficult for you to understand that sometimes death is not the best option. It is difficult to accept and the worst outcome. Maybe you are not afraid of death, but the consequences of death may not be acceptable to you. Just like now, you can die and I will not stop you." He said, Rogge opened a small iron window on the wall, and the screams of the ancient tower immediately came over.

"You devil! You deserve to go to hell! You...you...you still haven't let go of my son!" Ian struggled wildly, and the iron ring rattled as he pulled it.

"Mr. Ian, if you really want me to let your son go, you shouldn't use the decomposition technique today. Besides, the longer you delay, the more Mr. Guta will suffer. You see, I'm not a very cruel person, so let's get started quickly. I really want to know, what is the real purpose of Snow Fox occupying Sellersburg?"

The screams of the ancient tower hit Ian's heart one after another. The old mayor's face was twisted and he finally began to answer the questions. This idea was contributed by Franco, so that Ian could only hear the sound of Guta being tortured, but not let him see the torture. "Imagination is the thing that tortures the will the most." Franco summed up the plan.

"Snow Fox came here to unearth the remains of a necromancer. What they are looking for is said to be an angel statue."

"I know this!" Rogge said impatiently: "What is that statue for?"

"That statue is said to hide a secret about fallen angels, and is also said to be related to a big scandal in the church. That's all I know, let them stop!"

Roger pondered for a moment. He had given the statue of the Purgatory Angel to Ofiloch a long time ago. Since it is something that the Ice and Snow Silver Fox spends so much effort to get, there must be something good about it. But if you don’t know the details first, then even if you figure it out, you won’t be able to protect it. A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade in his possession. The scum still understand this. That statue was given to Ofiloch, and it was called Diverting Disaster to the East. When the time comes, the golden lion will handle everything. A few nobles have no ambition to change the dynasty, nor do they want to become powerful people in the mainland. Although they love money, they don't need to be rich in the world. They can become rich in one place. So this statue seems to be a hot potato, so it’s better to give it away as soon as possible.

"What is the law of space you are talking about!" Rogge suddenly shouted.

Ian was startled, then his expression changed drastically, and he struggled and said: "I don't know what the law of space is, I, I don't know!"

The fat man and the old man looked at each other angrily, and Guta's screams echoed in the room.

After a long time, the fat man said: "What secret is it that makes you value it more than your son? It's best to tell the truth. Do you really think you can make it to the end? That statue or something , I'm not interested. The reason why I arrested you is because you colluded with Xuehu to try to frame me. And I must avenge you, and since you can't kill us, you have no choice but to die. There is another reason, It’s just for this space law. For the sake of being a mage, I’d like to advise you one last time, so it’s better to say it.”

The corners of Ian's mouth twitched, his teeth bit his lip tightly, and blood flowed down. He closed his eyes tightly, two muddy tears fell silently, and he refused to speak again even if he died.

Rogg gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let me see how long you can endure it? Lens! Are you back?"

Lens's sinister voice drifted in from the window: "Of course. If I take action on such a trivial matter, why can't I catch it? Hahaha! Come on, little girl, let me try it. It feels good! It's big, it's really big. !!" Then a burst of young woman's cry came over again.

"Phila!!" Ian opened his eyes suddenly and roared like a wild beast, "You bunch of beasts!! God will definitely punish you! You will go to hell, where you will suffer the fire of karma forever. The burning!!"

Roger looked as normal and said: "You know, sooner or later I will know the secret of the law of space. Maybe this is a secret to you, but maybe it will become common sense in the future. Are you still unwilling to tell me? You said it, although you are still going to die, at least your son and daughter can be saved."

The sound of tearing cloth came from the next door, accompanied by Fila's cry and Lens's lewd laughter.

Roger looked at Ian quietly.

The firelight shook more and more, and everything in the house seemed more miserable and strange.

Lence's voice came over again: "Roger, that old guy still refuses to say, right? It's best not to say, her daughter is really smooth-skinned, haha, she is still a virgin. If you If you don’t, it will be an advantage for me!”

Fila's high-pitched cry almost broke through Rogge's eardrums, and then Rensi gasped like an ox.

The door opened and Franco walked in. He frowned and said: "This Lens is always so unattractive. I don't understand you either. Is it necessary to go to war in such a big way because of the laws of space?"

Roger said calmly: "I am determined to win."

Franco shook his head and sighed: "No matter what, I will help you, just don't make things get out of hand." He turned his head and stared at Ian for a while. He whispered: "Old guy, it's best to say it now, don't let us use our last resort."

As time goes by, only pain and **** become the eternal themes.

As Lens roared with satisfaction, the surroundings fell silent, and the screams of the ancient tower did not know when they stopped.

The three people in the cell were in a stalemate for a while.

Rogg sighed and suddenly shouted: "Old guy! Do you have to watch your children commit a heinous crime and burn in the fire of **** forever after death?!"

As if Ian was struck by lightning, his gray hair fell off one after another, and his old voice seemed extremely hollow and powerless: "Lord, forgive your slave for having to make a deal with the devil."

He raised his head, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, but he was already blind: "I will tell you everything I know about the laws of space..."

The next door also became quiet, with only Fila's low sobs echoing.

Lance and Kate walked in, and the scum stood silently.

Ian's old voice echoed in the empty torture chamber, as if the flames could not suppress the pleasure of hearing the **, and they were moving and struggling crazily, as if they were about to jump from the torch to the center of the room.

"In the 200th year of the Holy Calendar, the then Pope Padick received a message from God and rushed to the top of the Thebes Mountains. He saw meteors falling from the sky, and there seemed to be a figure in the flames..."

The meteor fell to the ground, and flames shot up into the sky. Wherever the flames passed, the ice and snow on the peak that had not melted for thousands of years were instantly evaporated. Everything within a radius of more than ten miles was reduced to nothing, leaving only a deep black pit. The surrounding rocks on the ground have been melted, leaving behind a glassy crystal.

Although it was dozens of miles away from the meteor crash site, the shock wave of space energy still made Padick unsteady. He was horrified. As the Pope, his light magic power reached level 16, but he was so far away from him. He could not stand even after being hit by the energy aftermath. How huge the energy of this meteor must be.

Padik waited for the energy shock wave to pass before holding on to his staff and climbing towards the crater with difficulty. The old pope came all the way alone and has been in the mountains for more than half a month. Although he has deep magic power and can fly up a certain distance with flying skills, he is already exhausted today.

In the blink of an eye, afternoon gradually turned to dusk, and the old pope climbed to the bottom of the crater. Although the Holy Church 500 years ago was not as powerful as it is today, it still had millions of believers, and the Pope already had his own papal kingdom. Even if the old pope's daily life could not be called luxurious, it was no worse than the king of any small country. How had he ever endured such hard work? The old pope's red robe was in tatters, his crown was tilted to one side, and his face and hands were covered with scratches. At the end of the day, my steps were frivolous and I rolled over before I finally reached my destination.

An extremely delicate and gorgeous disk floats in mid-air at the bottom of the pit, with golden light bands that seem to be substantial flying around the disk. The center of the disk is engraved with incomprehensible words, and it seems to be surrounded by a circle of purple gold. The color, if you look closely, is painted with extremely fine patterns, it seems to be a magic circle. Waves of invisible fluctuations emanated from the center of the disk, and the entire surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted. The figure in the flames now only had a few bones left, and it was no longer possible to tell what kind of creature it was.

The surrounding space fluctuated, and a dozen angel figures hidden in the dazzling golden light gradually appeared. Paddick thought of the oracle, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand towards the disk. After the hand reached into the space fluctuation around the disc, it began to age and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time he grasped the disc, the old pope's entire arm was nothing but withered bones. The old pope clutched the disk tightly and left with the angels.

The execution chamber fell silent for a moment.

Roger asked: "That disc?"

"Yes, that is the Space Wheel that records the laws of space. According to Padick's notes, the mysterious words engraved in the center of the Wheel of Space are the laws of space! But no one has ever been able to decipher the laws of space, and no one knows Why does it appear in this world?"

"Where are the angels?" Kate asked?

"According to me, at least some of the angels are still receiving worship in the Holy Church and providing blessings."

Only then did a few noble scum understand why the Holy Church had risen so quickly in recent years and had many miracles. What troubles the scum is that since angels are in the Holy Church, the Supreme God that the Church believes in naturally also exists. It’s just that the actions of the scum are not in line with God’s teachings from any angle. Doesn’t that mean that the scum have only one way to go to hell? Thinking of this, several scum looked a little pale.

After the battle of life and death, Kate's strength increased greatly, and she actually developed fighting spirit, and it was also sacred fighting spirit. Only when the warrior's strength reaches a certain level will fighting spirit appear, and the color of fighting spirit is determined by the warrior's specific attributes. This is also what makes the scum puzzled. Kate's heart definitely has nothing to do with the word sacred. His cyan ice fighting spirit can be regarded as a neutral attribute, that's all. What my son has developed is actually divine fighting spirit. This is a big joke. It can only be said that gods sometimes take a nap. But there is also an advantage. The scum have decided that when they act in the future, they will definitely involve Kate. In the eyes of the people, the Holy Knight is bound to stand on the side of justice.

Only Rogge has long known that angels exist in the Holy Church.

Ian continued: "When the old Pope Paddick was dying, he left two pages of notes on the laws of space. At his funeral, the necromancer Rodriguez rode an unprecedentedly huge The bone dragon came across the sky and had a battle with the four archangels present at the time. In that battle, three of the four archangels were injured and one died, and half a page of Padick's notes on the laws of space was taken away. Hehe, Rodrigo Si, you really deserve the title of the most powerful necromancer!"

"After this battle, the Holy Church began to hunt down Rodriguez for more than four hundred years. However, the priest knights sent out knew that without the Angel of Light, they would only die if they encountered Rodriguez, so everyone It was just a show of force. It wasn't until three years ago that Rodriguez himself came to the Oedipus Temple and was completely destroyed by the light of judgment descending from heaven. At that time, both Saint Vena and Cardinal Brun died with their bodies. Martyrdom. No one knows why he did this. It is no different from committing suicide."

Roger sneered from the bottom of his heart: "Huh, is it useful for the Light Angel to be here? This **** old man actually has these backgrounds, why didn't I see him give me the bone dragon? He's a ****."

Slowly, several lines of text emerged from the bottom of Rogge’s heart:

"The **** of Qingming, the fire of karma is always burning.

All living beings are like ants, they are in the ordinary world.

Above the Floating Life~IndoMTL.com~Xianluo Gods and Buddhas.

Beyond the six realms, there are endless realms. ”

Roger thought about it, this was probably the content of the half-page note that Rodriguez snatched. Judging from this, it probably means that the world is divided into heaven, demon world, human world and so on. Isn't it nonsense? I don’t know what this old man wanted to do to **** this thing, even if he was fighting to the death, almost even with his life. It seems that we can only understand it if we go to the Holy Church to **** the remaining notes, or even grab the Space Wheel to study it.

When he thought of going to the Holy Church to grab something, Rogge immediately seemed to see endless holy knights and dense priests staring at him with a sneer. There are still more than a dozen angels floating in the sky, but with Wella as a third-level angel of light, there is only one saint among them. (Rogge has saved people, so he naturally thinks that those who are strong will naturally want to be high officials.) It seems, no, not apparently, but definitely, that there are higher-level angels hiding in this holy church. Rogge felt his scalp numb.

The fat man was distressed for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, thinking in his mind: "That **** old man's mission is none of my business. I've spent my life bragging about horses, drinking and beauties, and being happy and carefree. What's wrong with that? I don't care about this. It’s a waste of brains. It’s better for the Holy Church to cause less trouble. Maybe we will have to rely on others in the future. As the traitorous minister said, since we can’t fight you, let us do it together! Hehe, you win my heart, so much You win my heart!"