Blasphemy: Day 1 Light and Darkness Part 1

The heavy footsteps of First Sunlight and Dark Rogge echoed in the empty hall, just like his messy state of mind at the moment.

The Pope stayed alone in the Twin Basilica at the end, leaving Rogge to arrange everything on his own. So Rogge walked slowly through the ten halls and once again paid homage to the ten different statues of Purgatory Angels. Even with Fatty's eyesight and knowledge at the moment, he couldn't see exactly what kind of secrets were hidden in these statues.

All detection results show that these are just ordinary statues with no abnormal power, although the materials used to make the statues are still unknown. But after witnessing the refining process of Elesis and Ofiloch, Rogge did not believe the result anyway. This only shows that his ability is not enough to see through the secrets contained in these statues.

Ten halls, ten statues, and ten different poignant stories. Along the way, Rogge felt as if he had witnessed ten epic battles. The weight of tens of millions of years condensed into a moment made him somewhat breathless.

In the bottom of Rogge's heart, there was a hint of light amidst the unbearable heaviness and sadness. That was the little girl floating in the air with the Death Scythe in her arms, silently following behind him. She lowered her head slightly, holding onto Rogge's shirt tightly with one small hand, refusing to let go no matter what.

Rogg slowly walked into the outermost hall, slightly startled. In the center of the hall, a handsome man stood, his eyes containing trillions of stars looking at him calmly. Six faint blue wings stretched out from his back. Every time the wings flapped, countless stars that were bright and dark would emerge from them, slowly rising in the rising light blue mist. The beautiful short chestnut hair was also fluttering in this dreamlike star mist.

Rogg looked at the pair of starry eyes that had destroyed hundreds of high-level mages, then looked at the six sky-blue wings wordlessly, and finally smiled bitterly.

Andreoli smiled slightly, crossed the entire hall in one step, and stood in front of Rogge.

"I am Andreoli, and my lord is the great **** Dismasson." His voice was clear and soft, and it sounded extremely pleasant. What surprised Rogge was that he was speaking, rather than using mental waves to communicate as some powerful beings liked.

"Roger." The fat man finally said.

Roger didn't believe that the seraph who had been staring at him on the battlefield that day, leaving him with no way to escape, didn't know his situation, so he just replied in a very simple way.

Seemingly attracted by Andreoli's magical wings, the little girl suddenly floated out from behind Rogge and grabbed the blue wings with her little hands. Her movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, and her white little hands were wrapped with silver lightning. Completely different from her childish appearance, the little girl's casual grasp was enough to make the strong men of the Holy Domain retreat.

Roger quickly stretched out his hand and hugged her back into his arms. Naturally, her grasp was in vain. However, Feng Yue still didn't seem to give up. The Death Scythe switched from his right hand to his left hand in an instant, and then hooked towards Andreoli's wings.

Rogg smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to **** away her death scythe, put Feng Yue behind him with his backhand, and handed the scythe back to her.

Andreoli didn't care at all about Fengyue's rude behavior. He just smiled and said: "It's okay. It seems that this action has become her habit."

But Rogge couldn't laugh.

Since tearing angel wings has become Feng Yue’s instinct, then how many cruel battles did she finally develop such an instinct?

Andreoli walked up to Rogge and gently held the fat man's hand. Andreoli's hands were soft and crystal clear, as cold as ice. At the same time, he leaned forward and whispered something in Rogge's ear. The corner of the fat man's mouth immediately twitched slightly.

At this time, Andreoli's whole body began to glow with azure light, and his body gradually became transparent. He continued to walk forward, as if a gust of wind blew past Rogge and Feng Yue, then turned into a wisp of star mist and disappeared.

Roger's brows frowned slightly. At that moment, a strange feeling spread throughout his body, as if Andreoli, who had turned into invisible star mist, passed through his body.

Rogg slowly raised his right hand, and Andreoli's icy feeling still remained on his hand. But at this moment, Rogge had a blue gem emitting a faint glow in his hand. Through the crystal clear surface of the gem, you can see many stars slowly rotating inside.

The fat man thought for a while, then raised his hand, swallowed the gem, and led Feng Yue to push open the huge black crystal door of the hall.

Augustus was still waiting outside the gate. Seeing that there was a little girl behind Rogge, he did not show any surprise at all. He just said: "Your Majesty has prepared a place for you. You can take a rest tonight. From tomorrow on, you can spread the glory of the Supreme God." And worked hard. Come with me!"

Roger remained silent and followed Augustus away.

The night is already deep.

The cold moonlight passed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows and fell gently on Rogge. The fat man put on a pair of black pajamas, lay on his back on the bed, looked out the window at the beautiful night, and was deep in thought. He no longer needs sleep, but now Xiao Fengyue is sleeping soundly, so Fatty can only stay in bed.

The little girl lay on the fat man's body, her silky black hair spread down, and her small hands tightly grasped the fat man's pajamas, sleeping peacefully and warmly. At this moment, she finally let go of the death scythe that would never leave her hand for a moment.

Rogg withdrew his gaze from the window and fell on Feng Yue. He gently lifted a strand of Feng Yue's black hair and watched it fall from his fingertips like a silent waterfall. Rogge was a little confused. Fengyue's tender body contained extremely terrifying power. Perhaps because she has lost her godhood and consciousness, she is obviously not good at using these powers. But even so, Fengyue shouldn't need sleep. Why is she so sleepy now?

But seeing her sleeping so peacefully, Rogge slowly felt a glimmer of joy in his heart.

In this moment of tranquility and joy, Rogge finally felt that he had found the meaning of existence from the heavy depression. In front of him, in the endless darkness, a ray of light suddenly jumped out.

Light rises and resides above, while darkness sinks below.

Although Rogge was still walking in a dark world, when he raised his head, he could already see the light.

Under the cold moonlight, time in the room seemed to freeze.

A wisp of breeze gently touched Rogge's face. Although they were weak, they contained extremely sharp murderous intent, like sharp needles, piercing Rogge's nerves.

The fat man suddenly sat up and realized that the room was already filled with morning light. He couldn't help being surprised. He actually fell asleep last night, and he slept so late!

Wisps of murderous wind swirled in the room, leaving faint scratches wherever the wind blew. These winds all originate from the blade of the death scythe.

Feng Yue had already risen. She was floating in the air, dancing the Death Sickle rapidly. When she danced at the fastest speed, she threw the Death Sickle forward. As soon as Feng Yue leaves Feng Yue's little hand, the swirling motion of the Death Scythe will suddenly stop, then begin to become blurry, and even part of the blade will disappear completely. However, the Death Scythe quickly became clear again and fell downwards. At this time, Feng Yue stretched out her hand to grab the Death Scythe, and then caught the Death Scythe back in the air.

Rogg looked at it for a while and finally understood that she wanted to place the Death Scythe in a parallel space. So he stood up, caught the death scythe that fell again, and said gently to Xiao Fengyue: "Your order is wrong. You must stabilize the space first, and then you can put the scythe in."

After saying that, Rogge waved his hand and the Death Scythe disappeared. Fengyue frowned and thought for a long time. Suddenly she stretched out her hand and grabbed the death sickle from the air. She threw it hard and threw it back into the void. Then she showed a smile.

Roger smiled lightly and reached out to pat Fengyue's little face. He suddenly let out a sigh, moved closer to Feng Yue, and stared at her non-stop.

The fat man suddenly realized that Xiao Fengyue seemed to have changed a bit compared to last night. But he looked over and over, and still couldn't find out where she had changed. He looked at it over and over again, while Xiao Fengyue just stood there quietly, letting the fat man look at it non-stop.

Rogg suddenly understood the changes in Feng Yue. Fengyue was originally beautiful, but now she is a little less immature and more mature than when we first met her.

She actually grew up a little overnight!

The fat man suddenly had a new understanding of the magic of the world and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. But the fat man was slightly worried. Once an independent consciousness was formed in Fengyue's body, would it conflict with the consciousness existing in the statue of the Angel of Purgatory in the future? But no matter what, it's always a good thing that Feng Yue can grow up quickly.

Roger walked towards the door and said as he walked: "Let's go, Fengyue, let's go get some things."

Feng Yue flew over in response and grabbed Rogge's sleeve tightly again.

There were two tall and handsome young warriors standing outside the door. When they saw Rogge coming out of the room, they gave him a slight salute. Rogge looked at the two warriors up and down, and instantly smelled the scent of heaven from them. However, it seems that they are not very powerful and should be the lowest level of reincarnated angels.

"I want to see the Pope." Rogge said calmly.

A moment later, the Pope's feeble voice sounded in the magnificent prayer hall: "Roger, have you thought about the way forward?"

Roger smiled and said: "Isn't there only one way? What else is there to think about? But you can't just let me harvest the souls of powerful beings to spread the glory of the Supreme God. Right? You should always give me some necessary things."

The Pope raised his head, with a rare smile on his face full of age: "So tell me, what do you want?"

"People, money, things, power! You can't lack any of them!" Rogge said simply and neatly.

The Pope smiled and said: "As for money, you can have as much as you want to use it. As for things, the Church of Light has accumulated hundreds of years of savings, and can still get a few artifacts. People are easy to deal with, and the Church Saint There are still some talents in the church, so I will leave the church to you to preside over. The last thing is power. How much power do you want? You know, the greater the power, the greater your responsibility!"

Not waiting for Rogge to answer, the Pope actually placed the scepter he was holding on to in Rogge's hand!

The Pope said slowly: "Take it! From now on, as long as it does not violate the faith of the Supreme God, your decision will be equivalent to my decision."

Every time Rogge heard a word, the look of surprise on his face became stronger. He was just a lion talking, but he didn't expect that the Pope not only agreed to them all, but also gave him far more than he could have imagined. everything!

It’s enough to freely use money and obtain artifacts, but what does it mean to command the entire temple? What does it mean to hold the papal crosier? To a certain extent, the fat man's authority at this moment is almost the same as that of the real Pope!

But the fat man recovered immediately, took the Pope's scepter, and said calmly: "Don't let Fengyue suffer, I will come back soon with the soul of a strong man! Where is the holy church, I want to see it now Look."

"Rogg, you have to be patient." The Pope took out a piece of delicate leather paper from his arms, handed it to Rogge, and said slowly: "Although I have given you rights, the people listed on it are , you can’t hurt anyone. And let me remind you again, power is a double-edged sword, and it is very likely to hurt yourself. You need to remember that from now on, every decision you make will affect her Destiny. Go ahead and Augustus will take you to the church."

Roger glanced at the list in his hand, sneered, then squeezed it hard, and the flames rising in his palm instantly reduced the list to ashes, and then said coldly: "I will handle everything well."

The independent space where the Great Temple of Light is located is actually very vast. A hundred kilometers away behind the Great Temple, there is a steep and majestic mountain. The mysterious temple that has cultivated countless powerful warriors and high-level mages for hundreds of years is built in this mountain.

The majesty and magnificence of the temple far exceeded Rogge's imagination. This is a huge group of buildings with ivory white as the main color. In terms of its sheer size, covering half of the mountain peak, the church is even larger than a medium-sized city in the human country!

The main hall of the church is tens of meters high. A row of moon-white stone pillars that require several people to embrace are carved with the miracles of the gods. When Augustus, Rogge and Fengyue landed at the main entrance of the hall, several novices ran over and bowed humbly to Augustus. They were all still very young, and one of the girls even secretly glanced at Rogge and Feng Yue behind him, her big bright eyes full of curiosity.

In a moment, several figures flew out of the main hall of the temple and landed in front of Augustus, half-kneeling humbly. Augustus pointed to Rogge and said to an old man who was leading him: "According to the Pope's decree, Lord Rogge will be the master of the church from today on. All matters in the church must be directed by Lord Rogge." Just do it."

The old man looked shocked, glanced at the fat man, and said to Augustus: "Rogge? Isn't he the Pope of the Holy Church, the most notorious heretic, and the devil crawling out of the abyss?"

Augustus had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Lord Rogge has converted to the Supreme God. This edict was issued by the Pope himself and he was given the Holy Scepter as proof. You don't have to doubt it. ."

"Yes, Lord Augustus." The old man said.

Augustus said to Rogge calmly: "There are portals leading to eleven great temples in the holy church. You can go where you want to go from there. I won't go in, so you can take care of yourself. Let’s go!”

After saying that, the Blood Angel spread its wings and slowly took off into the sky.

Rogg stretched out his hand like lightning and grasped Fengyue's little hand that was grabbing at the Blood Angel's wings. He watched the Blood Angel's figure disappear at the end of the sky, and then turned to look at the administrators of the temple. He smiled and said: "Everyone, get up! Please rest assured that from now on, the church will take a completely different path in my hands than before."

After saying that, Rogge walked into the temple hall with his head held high. When passing by the directors of the temple, he pulled Feng Yue in front of him and asked her to reach out to the old man's little hand and grab it.

The main hall is majestic and gorgeous, with a row of decorative armors standing on both sides, and the walls are covered with a variety of weapons and magic equipment. At the end of the hall is an altar.

Rogg ignored the surprised looks from the sanctuaries or apprentices in the main hall, and walked directly to the altar with the pope's holy scepter in hand. The fat man looked at the symbols representing the gods in the heavens floating above the altar. Seeing that the symbols represented neither the Supreme God nor Dismassen, he waved his hand to summon a chair and placed it on the altar. He sat on it himself. Go up.

There were dozens of saints in the hall at this moment. They were all stunned and looked at Rogge in disbelief.

Rogg snorted, pointed at the three young saints with the Holy Glory Scepter, and said: "You, you, and you, go and call all the saints here! Let them Meet the new owner of the temple."

The fat man saw a young female mage among the church administrators who had followed him. She looked to be in her twenties and had a very elegant and beautiful appearance, so he pointed at her with his scepter and said seductively. Asked: "What's your name?"

The female mage looked stunned. Even though she was extremely reluctant, she could only say reluctantly: "My name is Roy."

Roger nodded and said: "Very good. Roy, you look good, so you can stay with me from now on! Now tell me, how many people are there in the church? Be more detailed!" ”

She looked pale, but when she thought about the extremely strict hierarchical system of the church and the church, she still had to say: "There are currently 9,100 children training in the church's initial training camp, and there are two interns in the church. There are 1,400 people, including 300 formal Templar warriors and battle mages, and 70 people in the Templar specializing in military strategy..."

Rogg waved his hand impatiently and said: "There is no need to talk about these guys who are making up the numbers. Just tell me how many holy realms and how many great magicians there are in the temple now!"

She glanced at the old man beside her and said, "You need to ask Master Xinda about this matter."

Roger's eyes turned to the old man, and when he saw that he hesitated to answer, his eyes gradually became sharp.

Xinda's two white eyebrows almost got mixed up, but in the end he could only say helplessly: "Lord Rogge, according to the standards of the human race, there are currently five saints and three in the temple who can cast eighth-level magic. battle mages. Most of them are instructors of the temple."

Roger's eyes swept across the hall. At this time, churchgoers were notified one after another and poured into the main hall. When they saw Rogge sitting high on the altar, shock, confusion and even fear were clearly written on their faces. superior. Most of these official members of the Holy Temple had participated in the decisive battle that day, and they were still frightened by Rogge's unpredictable and ruthless killing methods. Even those who didn't go to the battle could still recognize Rogge, the number one enemy of the Church of Light, from the magic portrait.

How come he suddenly transformed and became the Lord of the Temple in the blink of an eye?

The world is so magical.

These holy churches suddenly felt that even if the Lord God of Heaven and the Demon of the Abyss came hugging each other like brothers, they would not be surprised.

Roger's eyes fell back on Xinda, and he smiled coldly and said: "Master Xinda, according to what you said, there should be eight great strong men in the temple, but why am I only here in the hall? Where are you? Where are the other strong men?"

"Strong people cannot be cultivated in a short time. They are all practicing hard in their respective areas at the moment." Xinda said. He looked at the fat man sitting arrogantly on the altar, his eyebrows trembled a few more times, and finally couldn't help but said: "Master Rogge, what you are doing now is blasphemous to the gods! The altar is not where you should sit, and The church has always been a sacred place, and you should not let the girl behind you with demonic power tarnish it! Although the holy scepter is in your hand, what you did is not worthy of the sacred title of the Lord of the church! I I will go to His Majesty the Pope to verify this matter!"

Roger chuckled twice, turned around and looked at Little Fengyue floating behind him, patted her little snow-white hands holding his clothes, and said with a smile: "Fengyue, you see, some people say you are Where is the devil! Obey me, stay here and don’t move..."

Listening to Rogge's extremely gentle tone, Xinda suddenly felt uneasy. But before he could take precautions, Rogge had already appeared in front of him, and the holy scepter inlaid with many huge rubies flashed before his eyes.

Xinda felt her vision go dark, her ears buzzed, and she fell to the ground.

A stream of blood rushed onto Rogge's face, making his smile look extremely ferocious.

At this moment, there were hundreds of saints gathered in the hall. Seeing Rogge's sudden attack, they couldn't help but coax and rushed forward together.

Rogg held up the blood-stained holy scepter, looked around, and said coldly: "Don't forget, I am the master of the temple! Just stand still and don't move! Who dares to take a step forward? Kill without mercy!"

The rules of the temple are extremely strict, not only far stricter than the military laws of major empires, but even stricter than the rules of the Holy Knights. As the Lord of the Temple, Rogge has the power of life and death over ordinary members of the Temple. At this moment, within the Church of Light, his authority is actually second only to that of the leader of the Holy Knights, Blood Angel Augustus.

When Rogge drank, all the temples immediately remembered the consequences of disobeying the master of the temple and stopped involuntarily. The Holy Church is different from other institutions of the Church of Light. There is no tolerance here, only obedience.

Sinda groaned at this moment, struggling to get up from the ground, but Rogge's scepter whizzed down again, and another blood splash splashed on the fat man's smiling face.

Rogg stretched out his left foot and stepped on the ground. Xinda immediately screamed in extreme pain, but his scream was immediately interrupted by the scepter falling again.

"I have converted to the Supreme God, and I am also a devout believer of the Lord Dismassen, but what does the other gods in the heavens have to do with me?! Even those low-level gods can't control me, let alone you little ones. A low-level angel?! Huh?"

Roger smiled and gasped. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. The scepter in his hand drew bright red tracks in the air and whizzed down, splashing out with every blow. A small ball of blood. Xinda kept twitching, and a pair of faint wings of light stretched out from behind her back. But the pair of light wings were firmly stepped on by Rogge, so he could not move and could only endure the painful blows of the scepter.

"What are you? A little angel who doesn't know whether you are an eighth-level or a ninth-level **** person. You can't even grow wings. You make irresponsible remarks about where I sit? How dare you? Do you think the person I brought is a devil?"

A ball of flame suddenly exploded under Rogge's feet, and Xinda's light wings were destroyed by him! Then the Holy Scepter swung down again, and with a crisp click, Xinda's spine was broken.

"Stop!"

Two saints seemed to have a deep relationship with Xinda. They couldn't hold back and rushed forward. One pounced on Rogge, while the other pulled out a dagger and rushed towards Feng Yue. It looked like he wanted to take this little girl, who was as beautiful as a layer of smoke, as a hostage to force Rogge to submit.

Xiao Fengyue looked at the rushing church quietly, a faint black energy seemed to flash between her white and tender hands, and then her eyes slowly lowered, as if she was asleep.

The holy church that rushed over suddenly screamed, a slanting line of blood appeared in the center of his body, and then his upper body and lower body slowly separated. The other man who rushed towards Rogge also fell headfirst, and a thin wave of blood suddenly spurted out from behind, like a piece of fluttering red silk.

There was silence in the main hall of the church, and hundreds of church members looked pale.

Roger held the Holy Glory Scepter and slowly walked towards the altar. The scepter was now covered with blood, and it was still dripping, drawing a trail of blood behind Rogge.

The fat man walked up to the altar and sat down calmly, while Xiao Fengyue floated closer and quietly grabbed his clothes. The fat man scanned the whole place, took in the expressions of all the saints, and suddenly laughed. In this deathly silent hall, the fat man's sudden laughter was like a thunder, frightening many of the saints to take a step back.

The fat man waved the **** holy scepter in front of him, smiled gently, and said softly: "Who still has any objection to my identity as the master of the temple?"

The fat man listened for a moment and did not hear any objection.

So he laughed again and said: "So everyone recognizes my identity? That's good. Now I will talk about the rules of the church in the future. It is very simple. I am the rule, and my decision is The final decision! I know that there are more than a dozen angels among you who have descended or been reincarnated. You must not like me as a devil. In fact, I also dislike you. From now on, all you have to do is to please me. If You make me feel good, so I just hit and scold you. If you make me feel unhappy, it's not as simple as tearing off my wings. Do you think so, Qin?"

Qin suddenly heard the call, and her face instantly turned pale. However, her determination was obviously extraordinary, and she forced a smile and said: "Yes, Lord Rogge."

Rogg waved to her and said: "Come here, take me to see all the places in the temple. Also, tell those respected strong men to come and see me. Come with me more A few battles are more useful than any hard work!"

Seeing Qin walking to her side obediently, Rogge casually put the Holy Scepter in her hand and walked towards the back of the palace first. Qin looked at the scepter covered in sticky blood, her face became paler and paler, there was a surge in her throat, and she almost vomited.

The sanctuary is very vast.

Roger spent most of the day looking over the most important parts of the church as if at a glance. Qin explained to him the purpose of various facilities in the church along the way, and intentionally or unintentionally talked about the traditions and morals that the church has always followed. But the fat man just walked forward without comment, and he didn't know if he listened.

Qin felt that time was passing indescribably slowly. She felt increasingly that her body was becoming weak and weak, and cold sweat had soaked through her heavy clothes.

What she was afraid of was not Rogge, but the little girl floating behind Rogge. The little girl named Fengyue was always looking at her. Under the silver gaze, Qin felt her heart beating faster and faster, and her throat began to feel dry.

The most terrible thing was that her back was itching constantly, as if a pair of wings were about to burst out of her clothes!

Qin was deeply grateful that her magic power was not so advanced that she could not even form invisible wings of light. But the inexplicable strange feeling behind her made her fall into deep fear.

After hurriedly inspecting the temple, the moon was already high in the secret realm. Rogge did not intend to rest. He ordered Qin to summon all the main figures in the temple to the battle hall and began to arrange the first action since taking over the temple.

Perhaps because of Rogge's **** and terrifying ruling methods, the people summoned this time all arrived on time, including not one of the seven strong men.

In the center of the battle hall, there is a magic map with a radius of ten meters, covering almost every corner of the continent.

Seeing that more than ten of the most important figures in the temple had arrived, Rogge reached out and pointed on the magic map. The place he pointed at was the northern part of the dark forest, and said: "There is a very powerful existence hidden here. , what is the name of the Flame Tyrant Tangke Bakala. This guy has been severely injured recently and is hiding deep underground to sleep. In my opinion, his current strength is not even half of what it was at its peak. This kind of big advantage is not available at this time. Pick it up, how long do you have to wait? I will give you three days to build the magic circle leading here, and we will set off in three days."

At this time, an old man in charge of military strategy in the temple frowned and said: "Lord Rogge, this place is located in the Asrophek Empire. Our teleportation magic circle can only be one-way. How to come back?"

"How to come back?" Rogge smiled coldly and said, "Of course I will come back by killing him!"

After that, Rogge asked the saints to study their own action plan, waved to Qin, and led her towards the space hall of the church.

The Space Hall is composed of more than ten small halls, eleven of which have teleportation gates built into them. Although these portals are convenient, they also contain great risks. At the moment of transmission, the person being transported will stay in the space storm for a very short time. The power of the space storm is so fierce that even the strong men in the holy realm cannot say that they will be able to withstand it. Therefore, members of the temple will never use the portal unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing Rogge and Xiao Fengyue stepping into the portal without hesitation, Qin smiled bitterly, closed her eyes, and followed in resignedly.

This time she was lucky and came out of the other end of the portal unscathed.

"I have to leave for a while, please wait here." After giving the instructions, Rogge took Xiao Fengyue out of the hall, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Qin chased him out of the hall, but Rogge's figure had long since disappeared, so he had to give up the idea of ​​chasing. She looked around and recognized this place as a large temple near the border of the Dro Empire.

Above the clouds, Rogge flew towards Oxinia at full speed, feeling quite disturbed and uneasy. Rogge couldn't tell where this feeling of irritation came from. It seemed that something happened in the direction of Oxinia that would make him sad, or something was calling him. ~IndoMTL.com~ The territory of the Dro Empire is full of scars left by the war. The Holy Alliance's army has already approached Oceania, and in the north of the Dro Imperial Capital, there are often harassments by the Alliance's light cavalry that penetrate deeply behind the battle lines, and burned villages and small towns can often be seen.

High in the sky, Rogge's eyes had turned silver. He had clearly felt that what he was looking for was not far to the north of Oceania.

He suddenly broke through the clouds and fell to the ground like a meteorite. Below him, there was a village still in smoke, looking like it had just been burned down. However, the strange thing is that there is a small area in this ruins that is full of vitality. Even on the scorched earth with a faint green smoke, many green shoots have sprouted.

Rogg slowly landed on this strange land filled with rich vitality. In front of him, there was a completely burned-down farmhouse, in which sat a little girl, looking at him blankly with her big, clear eyes.

Whether it was her aura or her blue eyes with a hint of green, they all told Rogge unmistakably that this was his daughter.

It’s just that this little baby girl who was supposed to be less than 100 days old has now turned into a little girl of about three years old.