Blasphemy Chapter 6: Bro Li

"The road to becoming a strong man in this world is nothing more than magic and martial arts. Magic is divided into eight major systems, and martial arts has many schools and complex professions. Let me ask you, what is the life and death relationship between a great magician and a sword master? Fight, who will win in the end and who loses?"

Rogg thought for a long time before saying: "If the two fight alone, the Sword Master may win; if each leads an army, the Magician will undoubtedly win. The key to victory or defeat actually lies in time."

Rodriguez nodded, waved his staff, and a small chess board appeared between the two of them. He smiled and said, "Come, play a game of chess with me first."

Although Rogge was a little confused, he still followed the instructions and started. The two necromancers, old and young, quickly played more than a dozen moves of chess.

Rodriguez said while playing chess: "In terms of power alone, the magic of the magician is far stronger than the martial arts of the sword master. However, in a one-on-one battle, the magician will almost certainly lose. The reason is that there is one more factor, time. This time is rooted in the control of power. Although the sword master's power is small, he has absolute control over this power. The magician induces the magic energy between heaven and earth to hurt the enemy, and the power can It is earth-shattering, but it takes time to gather magical energy. Therefore, before any magician goes into battle, all preparations are to buy time to launch powerful magic!"

The two men have very different chess skills. The old mage explained in his mouth that his men were not idle. In a moment, they even killed two of Rogge's soldiers and broke his formation.

"People in this world often think that having power means being strong. Just like they think that a fifth-level magician must be stronger than a fourth-level magician. For example, my queen, on this chessboard, is far stronger than Your phase." As he said that, the skeleton raised his hand, flew out from the formation, ate Rogge's white phase, and stayed firmly on the board. For a moment, it firmly suppressed Rogge's entire chess piece. Array.

Rogg thought hard, but the old necromancer's leisurely voice did not stop.

"Some smart people, when their power reached a certain level, discovered that strong power is not everything, but that understanding, controlling and using power is also very important. So they began to delve into this aspect, such as David Rochelio's sword skill does not lie in the strength, but in the exquisite control, so he can use skill to defeat the strong, and the weak can defeat the strong. Look at the mist illusion, which has only a few kilograms of strength, but can easily break through the powerful sword. The hardwood of stone requires a thorough understanding of the material itself and the supreme skill in the use of power."

"Ah, so that's it!" Rogge had a flash of inspiration, rushed up a small soldier, reorganized the formation, and forced Rodriguez to withdraw.

"Haha, I realized it very quickly. In fact, the principle of magic is the same. The winning magic is not necessarily the strongest magic, but the most correct magic. In this regard, you are born with this instinct. ”

While chatting, Rogge's chess piece had been completely defeated, leaving only three pawns, a queen, and a knight against the old necromancer's five pawns, a queen, and a horse. Moreover, the chess formation was in tatters, and after seeing only a few moves, the king had no way to escape.

The old necromancer waved his staff and the chessboard turned in a circle, "Come on, let's change chess and play now!"

The two took over each other's chess pieces and started playing again. Although Rogge's chess skills were far inferior to those of the old Necromancer, his advantage in chess was too huge, and he had control of the entire chess board. No matter how powerful the old Necromancer was, he had no power to recover, and managed to survive seven or eight moves. Finally, the enemy is at the end of his rope. If he takes two more steps, he will be killed by Rogge.

"Child, my chess skills are much higher than yours, why can't I beat you now?"

Rogg thought for a moment and said: "I understand, absolute power is the basis of everything. The gap in power has grown to a certain extent, and it is no longer possible to defeat the weak with skill alone. David's The sword skill is beautiful, but it is a pity that it is useless and cannot be called power at all. With the skill of this sword shadow, it is better to stab with a sword, which is simple and direct."

"Well, it's very good that you can understand this. In fact, your understanding and mastery of power far exceeds that of David. Even at David's level, you dare to claim to have mastered the essence of power. Haha, it's really Ridiculous! However, most of the so-called mainland powerhouses in this world can only stay at his level. In terms of control of power alone, even Ofiloch is not necessarily deeper than that. If you are If your strength is limited to the same extent, they can't beat you. But the absolute gap in strength between you is too huge and cannot be made up by skills. This is like a fully armed rat. In the world of rats, It is invincible, even a cat can fight it, but in the face of a tiger, no matter how well-equipped or skilled a mouse is, it is powerless."

The old necromancer paused for a while, gave Rogge some time to think, and continued: "When dealing with people like the spies from the devil world, even if the Sword Master Prosis comes in person, it may not be as good as You have experienced more harm; but if your opponent is Ofiloch, your outcome will be completely different. So if you want to become a truly strong person, the first thing you need to do is increase your magic power!"

With a long sigh, Rogge felt a little downcast. Originally, he thought he wouldn't have to work as hard as before. Now it seems that we still need to meditate every day to increase our magic power, but is there a quick way?

Dang, the fat man received a heavy blow from the Necromancer on the head. Although it was a phantom, it was just as painful as hitting someone. "How can such a good thing happen? The only way to increase your magic power is through your own efforts. Every time you work hard, you will become stronger!"

Rogge chuckled, not daring to think any more.

"Let's see again, what is the essence of this skill?" Rodriguez reset the game.

The two played chess again. The difference this time was that Rodriguez was teaching Rogge on his chess skills while playing. Rogge was also smart and could tell at a glance. After more than ten moves, although he was still beaten to a pulp, the situation was much better compared to the previous game when he had no ability to fight back.

"The essence of this technique is the rules!" The Necromancer's voice suddenly sounded as heavy as a thousand words, and every word seemed to have overwhelming power, booming in Rogge's mind.

A game of chess has rules.

A family has its own laws.

A country has laws.

The water flows downhill, the trees face the sun, deer and horses chase water and grass, and migratory birds migrate according to the weather.

On this day, there is rain, dew, wind and frost, and there are four distinct seasons. This land also has mountains, rivers and lakes, as well as earth veins and dragon energy.

Everything in the world, including the sun, moon and stars, all follow the rules.

Thunder and lightning flashed in Rogge's mind, but he was aware of the endless enlightenment, and his subordinates were making frequent attacks, and the situation was restored in an instant.

"Many strong people in the world are nothing more than the result of strength and skill, and then the skill of skill. Just as the tree is a tree, the flower is a flower; the tree is not a tree, the flower is not a flower; and the flower is still a flower, Observing trees is still the third level of tree-viewing. In fact, returning to simplicity and returning to the sect is still just wandering outside the door. Since I was once the head of the top ten magisters, and you were the one I chose, (of course, at that time, I didn’t No other choice), you can’t embarrass me at all! The way to increase magic power is a long-term process, and there is no need to rush. But if you have a discerning eye, you still stop at the level of looking at flowers or flowers, trees or trees, it would be too unreasonable. ."

The two people are locked in a chess game.

"Child, what you saw that day is above all rules, the most basic law of how this world works. It's just that you don't have enough strength now to understand it all. Now you see it, but you don't see it. "One day, you will see that everything is empty, but you still see it."

In the blink of an eye, the chess game took a turn for the worse, and Rodriguez was in danger.

"My child, one day, when you face someone who understands all the rules and has mastered supreme skills and power, how will you win?"

Roger was stunned this time, unable to let go of the hand that was about to kill Rodriguez.

He thought hard for a moment, and finally placed the chess piece, checkmate Rodriguez, and wanted to see how he solved the situation.

Rodriguez smiled secretly, and the chess game suddenly changed. The king made a big slash and hid in his own camp in the corner. At the same time, all the minions were promoted in place, but Rogge was killed instead.

"This!...You...you are actually acting rogue?!" Rogge was so angry that he could hardly speak.

"Child, take a closer look, am I being rogue?"

Rogg used his mental strength to carefully explore the entire chessboard, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!? Why did the rules change?"

"Hahaha! Of course I can change the rules I set. No matter how well you master the rules, as long as it threatens my existence, I will set up a new set of rules to restrict you and restrain you until Hang you."

The real power is to make rules.

Rogg thought hard again.

Suddenly, he stood up and with a wave of his hand, all the chess games disappeared.

"I won't play anymore!" the fat man said with a smile.

"Hahahaha", the old necromancer looked up to the sky and smiled, saying: "Okay, okay, okay! Although I have not been able to escape the light of judgment, but with you and Feng Yue, the perfect sequence in this world has been It’s a piece of cake, and it’s worth all my life’s hard work.”

The laughing Necromancer suddenly lit up from bottom to top, and his body quickly turned into countless light spots, scattered in the air, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Actually, you can still play my game." Rogge murmured, and another chessboard appeared in front of him.

Roger has a king and ten queens here, and there is only a lone king over the old necromancer, and he can't move.

Rodriguez finally saw this game before he left, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

The small building that was bustling just now seemed extremely empty at this moment.

After a long time, a drop of water fell down, splashing a few small pieces of dust.

Blank.

Big white space.

Roger didn't know how to fill this gap, nor did he want to fill it.

The fire in the fireplace gradually went out, and the small building was slowly filled with chill.

On the chair opposite, not long ago, Rodriguez was sitting, the greatest necromancer, who had been ranked first among the top ten magicians in the mainland for more than a hundred years. But now, all the greatness of the past has passed away like water, and only the ordinary chair still stands there silently.

The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them.

There are at least nine other great magisters. Why did the Light of Judgment only find Rodriguez?

Rodriguez's desolate voice sounded in his heart again: "Every great necromancer is a master of soul manipulation. This is probably the most important reason for the gods to pursue necromancers."

Yes, that must be the reason. The soul should be the domain of God, so God uses the light of judgment to destroy all blasphemers. Accordingly, the Church of Light used burning at the stake to deal with all heretics.

It’s just that high-altitude Father God. You claim to be the father of all living beings. As a loving and peaceful body, under the illumination of the holy light, all living beings will share your glory.

No one dares to chant your name loudly. They will only listen to your teachings wholeheartedly, follow your instructions, and bring your gospel to every corner.

As long as you believe in your name, those who are in pain will be saved; those who are hungry will be fed; those who are cold will be warmed.

With all these gifts, why can’t there be room for a little heresy?

Once the greatest necromancer, now he has not left even a trace of his soul. In a few decades, if everyone who remembers him passes away with Feng Yue, I am afraid that no one in future generations will know that such a person once existed. On the contrary, the chair he once sat on was sturdy and durable, and might last more than a hundred years.

If you are stubborn, you will live longer, and if you are smart, you will die young. What's the point of this?

Now that he has the Soul Orb, it will definitely not be a problem for Rodriguez to escape the light of judgment and live peacefully for hundreds of years. Why must he choose the path of confrontation with the Gods? Why would you give up your almost endless life and throw some changes into the order of this world?

The cool moonlight shone through the window on Rogge's face. Without the fire, the small building was already as cold as an ice cellar.

Roger sat quietly in front of the window, next to the chess game that had just started. He was thinking hard, but he didn't know that tears were already streaming down his face.

Looking back on my twenty-three years of life experience, it seems that something has been missing. Among moral scholars, one can be regarded as doing all kinds of evil; among nobles, one's actions are actually neither above nor below. He has done a lot of murder, arson, rape, frame-up and even good deeds, but what is the purpose behind all these actions? No matter whether you are good or evil, you always have a goal. Where is your goal?

Could it be that for the past twenty-three years, the so-called meaning of life has been completely blank?

The black mist surged, and Feng Yue quietly stepped out of the other world.

Rogg looked at Fengyue and suddenly burst into tears.

Feng Yue's huge bone wings opened up and gently covered Rogge. Under the bone wings was a warm world, just like the last shelter in the world.

A ray of sunshine shone on Roger's face, reminding him that a new day had arrived.

Rogg stood up suddenly and looked around, only to find that Feng Yue had returned to another world.

He moved his numb hands and feet slightly, and with a sound, the fat man let out a breath of turbid air in his chest. "Ahhhhh!" He imitated the orangutan and beat his chest again, and then he managed to gather some energy. "Boom" jumped up on the spot again. Suddenly he stopped, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Engraved on the floor: "ALIVE" is written in Gothic script commonly used among nobles and churches.

Yes, alive. As long as you are alive, there is hope, and as long as you are alive, tomorrow will always be unknown. No matter what the meaning or doctrine is, you must first live and live better.

With the knot in his heart gone, Rogge came to life again, as if he had put down a huge burden.

It’s just that Feng Yue, when did she learn to write again, and write with flying colors? Rogge, who is quite self-aware, knows that the difference between his calligraphy and Feng Yue’s is just like the gap between a magic apprentice and a great magician. The fat man squatted down and gently traced the scratches on the ground with his fingers, feeling the wooden thorns gently pricking his fingertips.

The streets gradually became noisy, and occasionally a carriage would roar by. Roger freshened up a little and prepared to go out for a walk. He opened the door, and a gust of wind penetrated his neck with cold air, making him shiver.

The streets are full of joy. On the wealthy side of Binshe Avenue, there are mostly deep mansions and courtyards. Various colorful ribbons, colored balls, and sculptures illuminated by magic light decorate the homes of these wealthy families. On the other side of the avenue, there are mostly houses like Rogner's small buildings, which are suitable for upper-middle-class families to live in. In comparison, they are much shabby. Binshe Avenue is very wide. There is a green space in the middle of the road, planted with neatly pruned evergreen shrubs. Every few meters, a cedar is planted to separate the two sides intentionally or unintentionally. Although the people living on Avenue Binche can only barely blend into the upper class in Lille, this intermittent green isolation belt makes them feel that there is a real distance from the middle class. Although this sense of security is only psychological, it still makes the difference in land prices on both sides of Binshe Avenue wider and wider.

Looking at the city full of festive atmosphere and the beaming pedestrians everywhere, Rogge increasingly felt the huge, unfillable void in his heart. Although Fengyue's message allowed him to temporarily suppress the sadness in his heart, it was not enough to fill his empty soul again.

Suddenly, a feeling of homesickness came to my heart. Maybe it was time to go home and have a look.

Although Rogge doesn't have much attachment to his home, and has completely lost contact with it in the past year, he is still a relative with whom he is connected by flesh and blood. When he was young, every time Old Rivers got drunk, he would take out his anger on others. Sometimes when Roger was unlucky, he would get beaten up. But no matter what, he is his father after all, so go home and see him.

Go home. Once this thought comes together, it can no longer be suppressed. Maybe I just need some family affection or affection to fill this gap in my heart. But no matter what, let’s go back once.

Are the flower trees still growing lushly when I was young? Are the people in the small town still as simple and easy to bully? And is the maid Sura at home, his first woman, still there?

The New Year's Day ceremony is very long, with a full two weeks of carnival. It is the most important traditional festival of the Rhine League.

Roger took the time to gather with a group of bad friends and stated that he was going to leave ~IndoMTL.com~ for ten days to go home and have a look. Everyone also expressed their understanding. Afterwards, Rogge informed Ofilok while packing his bags. Faith Ao worked all night and finally transformed Rogge's original full-body armor, just in time for Rogge's departure early the next morning.

On the second day of the New Year, Rogge stepped off a tall black horse, wearing a bright full-body armor of a paladin, a scarlet velvet cape, and an ancient-looking long-handled battle ax hung on the horse's hips. Behind Rogge were ten dragon and beauty knights covered in armor, majestic and murderous. These knights are all lonely, and they have no relatives to reunite with even in the New Year. During this period, they were trained severely in the military camp. When they heard that the captain wanted to return home in glory, they followed them desperately.

The scum originally wanted to go sightseeing, but after hearing that Rogge’s hometown was a remote place with only a few thousand residents, their interest was somewhat lacking. Furthermore, War God's Hammer was just starting out, and it was true that he couldn't leave. Therefore, he stayed in the city of Lille, practicing slaughtering skills when he was out, and practicing the art of killing when he was in.

Seeing each other thousands of miles away, we will eventually say goodbye. After each of the nobles and villains ordered the local products they needed, they returned to the city with satisfaction. Rogge and his entourage galloped away on their horses. The journey was long and there were many difficulties and obstacles along the way, and there were many bandits and strongmen. It's just that Rogge and others are not what they used to be. Although they are used to bullying the minority with more, they have recently been able to deal with bandits and bandits with less than they used to. If a blind thief comes to your door, he is just here to pay for travel expenses. Rogge was really in a bad mood, and it was very possible that he would cause trouble on the road and lead a few gangsters' dens.