Blasphemy: Day 3 Earth Part 1

On the third day, the faint morning light of the earth quietly fell on every corner of the secret realm. Looking out from between the white stone pillars of the corridor, the mountains were filled with attractively bright and gorgeous colors.

Although he knew that these beautiful scenery were not formed by nature, Rogge still felt a sense of joy in his heart. At this moment, his face was pale and his feet were weak. If Fatty had not glimpsed the power composition of the Holy Flame in the Heaven through the flame giant sword left by the Angel of Power, and converted all the power in his body into sacred attributes, how could he possibly gain a foothold in the Holy Flame?

As long as there is still a trace of darkness or death in the body, it will be like a drop of honey, introducing all the destructive power in the holy flame into Rogge's body.

Although Fatty's body is like a monster, the holy flame of heaven can easily dissociate fine steel. Even if he can fight it with the holy power of the same attribute, the burning pain in his soul cannot be described in words.

Rogge walked all the way, and all the holy churches he met saluted him with great respect. Roger smiled and returned the greetings one by one. He knew in his heart that if these churches knew that he had lost all his strength at this moment, they would not ignore the strict rules of the church and immediately rush to kill him. However, he believed that only through the eyes of these holy churches, he could not see his reality at all.

The fat man was like an extremely tired lion at this moment, walking through the pack of wolves with his head held high.

In fact, even if the temple knew that Rogge was very weak, they might not dare to take action. In the dragon-slaying battle that day, not only did a three-headed dragon that had never been seen before by the Holy Church suddenly fall in front of Rogge, but the seven-colored dragon that was as beautiful as a **** and as powerful as a **** also fell! And just at the last moment, the beautiful colorful dragon had the absolute upper hand, seemingly trying to kill Rogge!

Even the legendary dragon fell in front of this ruthless fat man, so what existence can stop him?

After this battle, all the holy churches showed respect to Rogge on the surface, but also had a little more heartfelt fear.

While admiring the scenery, Rogge walked to his main hall. At the main entrance of the main hall, Qin Zhengzhuoyue stood there, looking anxiously. Seeing the fat man walking slowly forward, a burst of joy flashed across her face. She directly added acceleration and flying skills to herself, and quickly rushed in front of Rogge.

"Dear Lord of the Temple, you are finally here! Feng Yue... Feng Yue seems to have changed. I am not sure, but the atmosphere in your room is completely different from before..." Qin remained anxious despite her anxiety. Proper etiquette.

The fat man only heard the word Fengyue, and his figure immediately flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Outside the main hall, Qin stood dumbly for a moment, sighed heavily, and flew towards the main hall. Everyone in the church knew how important the little girl named Fengyue was in Rogge's heart. If something really happened to her, the fat man would probably kill all the descending angels in a rage. When Qin realized that the smell in the room was wrong, she thought about breaking in. But facing two doors that alternated between frost and green, she tried her best, but she couldn't even get within five meters of the door!

Qin finally decided to satisfy Fatty as much as possible. As long as she could give him no excuse to trouble the descending angels, she would give anything. Qin was puzzled by the Pope's decision, and was angry at the fat man's misbehavior but dared not speak. She was a descended angel, and she had used her identity to secretly pray to heavenly gods and high-ranking angels, but no matter how hard she tried, there was no response.

When Rogge stood in front of the door of his dormitory, the frost and green flowers on the door that alternated many times in an instant disappeared without a trace. The two brass doors looked the same. shape.

The fat man frowned, stood with his hands behind his back, and remained silent.

Silence.

A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, blew the brass door shut, encountered obstruction, and turned back.

The two doors, which were strong, heavy and hundreds of years old, suddenly turned into extremely fine copper powder in the wind. Against the backdrop of the morning light, a puff of light golden mist filled the entire hall.

In the golden mist, the figures of two girls slowly emerged. Whether they were silver eyes or blue eyes, they looked at the door that suddenly disappeared with surprise. They did not expect this to happen. They looked at each other, the surprise on their faces was instantly replaced by frost, and they turned their heads, neither of them looking at the other.

Roger looked at the two girls in silence, unable to say anything.

He already understood why Qin was panicking. At this moment, Fengyue's aura was looming, and it was no longer the same situation as a few days ago when the murderous aura was overflowing. Naifei's body began to faintly glow with green light, and she began to show a faint aura of power.

But none of that matters.

The fat man looked at Feng Yue and then at Naifei, repeating this process without stopping.

Last night was a night when Fatty endured the burning of the holy flames and endured tremendous pressure. For him, this night was naturally very long. Longness should just be a feeling, but seeing Fengyue and Naifei at this moment, Fatty suddenly felt that last night seemed really, really long.

At this moment, Feng Yue was a full head taller. If she had been floating in the air forever, she would have been little shorter than Fatty if she had stood on the ground. She looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, her childishness gone, and her supreme beauty made Feng Yue's whole body seem to be shrouded in light smoke, as if in a dream.

On the other side, Naifei has become twelve or thirteen years old, and her growth rate is even more astonishing. She looks a little shorter than Feng Yue, and her face is still a little childish, but her appearance is extremely delicate. If she is fully grown, she should not be much inferior to Feng Yue. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two girls is temperament.

The wind and the moon are as cold as ice, both cold and proud. Naifei, on the other hand, looks lively and cute, which makes me feel pity for her.

"Are they fighting again?" Fatty asked coldly.

The two girls shook their heads at the same time, firmly denying it.

Roger smiled bitterly and stretched out his hands to the two girls out of habit. As a result, the fat man's eyes blurred, Feng Yue jumped directly into his arms, and Naifei climbed on his shoulders. It's just that they are actually quite big now, and it is really difficult to shrink into the fat man's arms.

Rogg looked at Fengyue at a very close distance and couldn't help but feel slightly dizzy. It seems that Feng Yue's mind has grown along with her body, and she is no longer the little girl who didn't care about anything. She stared at the fat man blankly, also stunned, unable to react for a moment.

A small cloud of icy wind suddenly exploded in the hall, and the fat man grunted and flew backwards. While he was still in the air, he straightened his body and stopped in the air.

Feng Yue stood in the hall, her silver eyes tilted to the side, as if she didn't dare to look at the fat man. She looked calm on the surface, but her delicate hands unknowingly grasped the hem of her clothes.

Naifei, on the other hand, had no scruples at all, sitting on Rogge's shoulders in a grand manner, with a pair of long legs swinging in front of his chest, looking extremely proud.

At this unexplainable moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the main hall, and a church rushed at full speed, saluted Rogge, and said: "Dear Lord of the church, Lord Lille Cardinal K sent news that the poets you are looking for have been brought to St. James Cathedral, waiting for your instructions." There was doubt in his tone, and he didn't understand why Rogge suddenly thought of asking for it. Search for poets on a grand scale.

The fat man said calmly: "Inform Cardinal Burke and I will be there right away."

The temple took the order and left.

Roger looked at Feng Yue again, shook his head with a smile, and headed outside the palace first. Fengyue lowered her head slightly and followed him silently.

At this moment, Fatty was reminiscing about the hug just now, and he felt quite emotional: "This guy Fengyue...well, he looks really good now!"

At this moment, Naifei, who was sitting on his shoulder, seemed to feel something and suddenly laughed.

After a while, the fat man stepped out of the teleportation magic circle with two little girls and a total of forty saints. Cardinal Burke, who had been waiting by the teleportation magic circle for a long time, did not expect that so many people would appear from the teleportation magic circle. He couldn't help but be shocked. When he saw that they were all Templars and Battle Mages, the surprise was even more serious. . He quickly came forward with a smile on his face.

After many years of not seeing each other, Cardinal Burke has gained weight and almost lost his hair. Fortunately, the high cardinal crown covered his shiny bald head. Burke's beard and hair have turned white, and his face is no longer as shrewd and brave as it used to be, but is replaced by smoothness and flattery.

At this moment, Burke only has level 14 light mana. After many years, his mana has not advanced but retreated. I don’t know whether it is due to the years or the result of his self-destruction.

Roger looked at Cardinal Burke intently, and the past suddenly came to his mind. But these emotions passed through his frozen heart like a breeze, passing without leaving any trace.

Rogg nodded slightly to Burke and said calmly: "Take me to meet those poets!"

"Yes!" Burke agreed and said with a charming smile: "Of course I will try my best to do what the noble Lord of the Temple has ordered. Now the poets who are slightly famous in the entire principality have already I was asked to invite you here! You will definitely be satisfied! Having said that, Mr. Rogge, when we first met, I was surprised by your talent and knew that you were definitely not a thing in the pool! No, You became the master of the church at the age of thirty, which has never happened before in the entire history of the Church of Light!"

Roger said nothing, and with two little girls, surrounded by forty saints, walked toward the front hall with murderous intent.

Despite the cold reception, Burke continued to flatter him endlessly and tirelessly along the way.

The fat man strode into the narthex of St. James Cathedral. At this moment, there are hundreds of poets gathered in the cathedral that can accommodate a thousand believers. They seem to have been waiting for a long time, and many of them must have come reluctantly. Burke said please, but who knows how he got so many poets here in such a short period of time?

These poets were excited and noisy, and each one shouted the anger in his heart in a high-pitched voice. Maybe one poet will only wait in the hall in fear, but a hundred poets feel that they can fight against the entire knights. There are now four to five hundred poets in the hall. Judging from their momentum, it may be that the glory of the Supreme God when he created the gods is nothing more than this.

And this is an excellent opportunity to showcase their talents, how can poets let it go? So everyone straightened their necks and sang a poetic protest in the high notes of an aria, which was really a spectacle. Its noisyness was inferior to even the busiest market that Rogge had ever been to.

At this moment, the side door of the hall opened. Rogge strode to the center of the hall. He looked up at the altar out of habit. Seeing that the altar was neither the Supreme God nor Dismassen, he went directly to the altar and stopped. Burke had already inquired in detail about the new master of the temple's various hobbies. Seeing the opportunity, he immediately moved a heavy chair and trotted it behind Rogge.

The fat man snorted and sat down slowly. Forty saints immediately spread out in all directions and surrounded the main hall.

Seeing that the situation was different, the poets' emotions at the boiling point quickly cooled down, and the hall fell into silence in the blink of an eye. The fiery passion of the angry poets disappeared in an instant.

Rogg glanced around and saw all the poets looking at him, then he said slowly: "I am the current master of the temple."

A buzz immediately sounded among the poets. During this war, the Church of Light directly participated in the war, and the names of the Holy Church and the Holy Knights immediately spread throughout the world. The poets discussed for a while and then became quiet again, waiting for Rogge's next words.

“This time I have called everyone here to invite you to show off your talents and talents, and each of you can write a few psalms in praise of the glorious Lord God Dismasson. We will select the best ones from your hymns, Included in the church's hymn book. And the poets who composed these psalms will be recommended by me to join the church and specialize in writing hymns. Well, I think there is no need to say more about the benefits of joining the Church of Light. Anyway, they are definitely better than What you think is much better. Of course, if the hymns written by anyone are far worse than their past standards, it will be a sin of blasphemy."

The fat man's naked threats and temptations made all the saints frown, while most of the poets, except for a few, had their eyes shining.

At this time, the waiters brought in paper and pens. Hundreds of poets rushed forward, grabbed paper and pens, and dispersed to various parts of the hall, thinking hard. A few noble people looked at the swords of the saints, but they couldn't help but pick up paper and pen, and sighed and pondered the poems.

The fat man stood up. He had no patience to waste time with these poets. After instructing the church to take a good look at these poets, he took the two girls and left.

A moment later, Roger, Kate, and Franco reunited at Helen. This time, Fengyue and Naifei's dazzling faces made them stunned, especially Franco, whose gloomy face also showed a look of appreciation.

Roger asked Fengyue and Naifei to wait next door as usual. As soon as he sat down, Franco asked: "I heard that you recently ordered a search for poets everywhere. Why is this?"

The fat man smiled and said: "It is to write more psalms praising the Lord God Dismassen, so that my subordinates can have some new tricks when praying. The hymns of the Church of Light have not changed for hundreds of years. The gods must have been tired of hearing this."

"Dismasson? How come I haven't heard of such a main god?" Franco asked doubtfully.

The fat man smiled and said: "Dismassen's existence is unknown, but there is no doubt about his brilliance. As long as I can make him happy, no matter what I do in the future, it won't be a big problem. Those who want to take the opportunity to pray The guys who secretly complained to me will find that even the angels in front of the Lord God will not be interested in listening to what they have to say, even if they don’t talk about the Lord God. This is called deceiving the subordinates and concealing the superiors."

Franco remained silent for a long time and sighed: "Roger, I really don't understand you at all."

The fat man smiled and said: "Actually, I envy you. Some things, the more you know, the more painful it is. So it is better to know less."

At this time, Kate picked up a long sword, pushed it from the table to Rogge, and said: "I have conveyed your words to Mr. Prosise. He thought for a long time and finally asked me to use this sword. Brought to you."

Rogg picked up the long sword on the table, slowly pulled out half of it, and quietly looked at the azure sword body and the scattered stardust. After a long time, he sighed heavily and sheathed the blue starry sky.

Kate frowned and asked: "Andre... no, Miss Androni, if she was really killed by Lady Catherine, then I think Mr. Prosise means that he does not intend to take revenge."

Rogge was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Kate, please do me one more favor. Go tell Prosis and say that I want to see him and invite him to the church and visit the Church of Light. A hundred years of inheritance."

Seeing that Fatty had returned to the temple early, Qin Wei showed doubts. Roger seemed to have nothing to do this day. She then saw Naifei and Fengyue behind the fat man, and was immediately stunned by their looks!

Rogg ignored her and walked directly to his main hall.

Qin lowered her head until Rogge disappeared inside the palace door, then raised her head and stared blankly at the hall in the distance, with the faces of Fengyue and Naifei in her mind. Her heart suddenly tightened slightly.

Rogg left Fengyue and Naifei in the room and entered the magic laboratory at the back of the hall alone. The magic laboratory specially prepared for him by the Holy Temple has three floors. It contains all kinds of rare magic raw materials. There are also more than fifty magic apprentices and several Holy Temple battle mages at any time at Rogge's disposal.

When the fat man pushed open the door of the magic laboratory, a roar came towards him. All kinds of brilliance came and went in the laboratory, and magicians were shuttled back and forth, busy non-stop.

Roger was very satisfied. He walked directly through the laboratory hall and came to the small experimental hall that only he could enter. There is only one magic circle in the hall, and energy of various different attributes is being gathered into this magic circle from dozens of magic circles spread throughout the magic laboratory. In the center of the magic circle, there was a small group of extremely pale red flames beating weakly.

Rogg stared closely at this small ball of flame, his eyes slowly turned silver.

This is a fragment of the soul of the flame tyrant Tangke Bakala that he fought hard to **** back from the space storm. In the whole world, perhaps only the church of the Church of Light has such manpower and material resources to slowly strengthen a fragment of the soul with an unimaginable amount of magical raw materials.

Rogg slowly reached out to the soul fragment of Tangke Bakala. The small group of red flames suddenly started beating violently, seeming to be full of fear of Rogge's hand.

Roger's hand slowly blurred, as if it had lost its entity, leaving only a faint shadow. This shadow is still changing, sometimes filled with silver light, sometimes shining with blue starlight. After the light and shadow changed several times, Rogge finally grasped the flame!

A ball of violent flames suddenly exploded in the room. When the flames dissipated, Rogge stared at the palm of his hand with a serious look on his face.

In the palm of his hand, there was a small point of green light swimming slowly. The aura of this light was so familiar, after all, he had had too many experiences with it.

This green light contains the divine power of the goddess of nature!

Roger clenched his fists, raised his head, looked in the direction of his bedroom, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stood for a moment and then suddenly strode away.

The next moment, Rogge had appeared in his room. He ignored Fengyue and Naifei who were glaring at each other, went directly into the inner room, and closed the door tightly.

A little green light slowly appeared in Rogge's palm. He looked at this beautiful green light and showed a strange smile. He closed his hands and was ready to rub it.

At this moment, a figure passed by like lightning, snatched the green light from Rogge's hand, and then shrank to the corner of the room.

Roger didn't care how she got through the closed door. He just stared at Naifei who was huddled in the corner of the room, smiled gently, stretched out his hand to her, and said: "Give it to her." Me."

Naifei shook her head vigorously, hid her hands tightly behind her back, her eyes turned green, and she began to look around.

She saw Feng Yue at just one glance.

Roger's hand was still stretched out in front of her, but the warm smile on his face was slowly disappearing.

Naifei looked at Fengyue's cold silver eyes, at Rogge's firm hand, and finally met his cold eyes. At this moment, one of Rogge's eyes turned into a dragon's eye, and the other contained the endless starry sky.

Naifei's eyes dimmed, and he finally lowered his head, slowly stretched out his right hand, and opened his palm. There was nothing between her slender fingers that were trembling slightly, and the green light had long gone.

"Be obedient, Naifei. Tell me quickly, where did you hide it? Well, you must have eaten it, right?" Rogge squatted down and stared at Naifei and asked.

Naifei's head lowered lower and lower, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and her green eyes were filled with tears. After hearing Rogge's question~IndoMTL.com~ her body trembled slightly, like a frightened kitten. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly wiped her eyes hard, and then stretched out her left hand that had always been hidden behind her back.

There was a sharp dagger in her slender hand, and the handle of the dagger was facing Rogge at the moment.

Roger was stunned for a moment.

The dagger was trembling because her hand holding the blade was trembling. Another drop of crystal water fell into several small splashes in front of her feet.

Roger woke up in horror. He snatched the dagger from Naifei's hand and held her tightly in his arms.

Neffy burst into tears immediately.

Rogg sighed, gently stroked her soft blue hair, and whispered: "Okay, don't cry anymore. I don't care what relationship you have with the goddess of nature, you... are always my daughter, I Naifei... Since my heart can accommodate the entire plane, how can I not tolerate my own daughter?"

Just because he comforted her, Naifei cried even harder.

At some point, Feng Yue, who had been staring at her closely, the light in her eyes slowly became softer. But she still snorted and turned around and left the room.