Blasphemy: Day 4 Afterglow (3)
The wind continues to blow.
It's just that there is a bit of chill in the gentle wind.
It's already autumn.
Rogg looked back at the picturesque scene in the secret realm, took a deep breath of cool air, and then stepped onto the long stairs of the Great Temple of Light.
The moment Rogge stepped onto the long steps, a hundred low-level angels descended from the air and landed on both sides of the long steps. Every hundred steps, there would be a pair of angels.
Different from the arrogant and hostile attitude shown in front of Rogge in the past, these low-level angels who descended now showed humility and awe on their faces. Whenever Rogge passes between a pair of angels, the two angels will kneel down and spread their wings of light behind them to show their obedience to the superior. The light wings of these descending angels vary in light and dark. The closer they are to the Great Temple of Light, the brighter their light wings will be. The ten angels standing at the gate of the Great Temple of Light, the wings of light behind them have become real.
This is not because the angels who are close to the Great Temple of Light are superior in strength, but the closer they are to the Great Temple of Light, the more power bonuses they will receive.
What the Great Temple of Light emits is not the faint holy glow of the past, but a soft blue glow. The entire Great Temple of Light was trembling and screaming slightly, as if there was life, looking down at Rogge who was climbing up the stairs.
The sky in the secret realm is blue. There is endless majesty and power hidden in the blue, and the entire sky seems to be the eyes of God, watching everything that happens in the mortal world.
The two giant doors of the Great Temple of Light slowly opened amidst the roar. When the door opened, the Pope, wearing a high crown and splendid robes, holding a high scepter, slowly walked out of the door and stood on the edge of the steps. At this time, the pope's usual fatigue was gone, his face was solemn and solemn, and a faint radiance of radiance appeared on his wrinkled face!
The Pope walked to the top of the long steps and slowly opened his eyes. At the moment when the pair of eyes opened, which imagined the existence and death of countless planes, it seemed that the not burly body was already higher than the towering Great Temple of Light!
Hymns resounded throughout the secret realm, and bursts of sacred light were like mist or waves, falling from the sky, or pouring out from the earth or mountain peaks, washing away the mundane world. Countless petals fell from the sky like rain, falling on Rogge and on the long steps in front of him.
In the colorful rain of falling flowers, there are many tiny angels flying around Rogge, praising his deeds and looking forward to bathing in his glory.
Roger stopped and looked back.
Behind him, Feng Yue and Naifei Yingying followed, their beauty was beyond compare.
He looked ahead again. On the seemingly endless long stairs, there were humble angels, colorful flowers and rain, glory and glory, and even little angels who were born specifically to sing his praises. !
Roger looked at his hand again, which held two white wings tightly. The wings belong to the once glorious cherubim Victoria. At this moment, she was angry, hesitant, confused and frightened. She struggled, but all her struggles were in vain. She only had one pair of wings left, and they fell into the hands of others. As long as Rogge's hand tightened even slightly, she would have no power to resist.
In fact, Victoria was suffering unspeakable pain. Inside her body, there seemed to be a miniature space storm raging. The power of the Cherubim is endless, but every time a new power is generated, it will be absorbed by the much more powerful space storm. Not only that, the Victoria entity is constantly collapsing and disintegrating into the completely unconscious original power of the heaven. There are countless space cracks swirling in her body, and wherever they pass, the solid material will be torn apart!
Victoria understands that all of this actually stems from the fact that her enhanced power exceeds the limitations of this plane, causing chaos and disintegration. However, she should have noticed it before her power reached the limit that the space could accommodate. But for some unknown reason, Victoria did not discover the power limitations of this plane at all. When her power breaks through the upper limit of the plane, another option is to temporarily break through the space barrier and hide from the space storm.
But how could the four opponents she faced at that time give her this chance?
In the heaven, the dazzling brilliance of the Cherubim is enough to suppress the Angels of Light who have not entered the angel sequence, and their power is far from all that of the Cherubim. However, when the strength of both sides is limited, in terms of combat alone, only one Wella can rival Victoria. What's more, she was severely damaged by the Eye of Destruction and could no longer contact the main **** Cetanistoria, so she could not use many powerful skills.
Victoria's mind was only awake for a moment. She tried her best to gather strength, trying to burn herself, turning herself into the unconscious power of God, and returning to the heaven. Although in this way, in a sense, the thirteenth wise angel in heaven can be said to have disappeared, but she is willing!
The glory of Cherubim will never allow her to be so insulted!
How could those wings that once carried infinite brilliance be reduced to the hands of a humble mortal and an evil heretic?
As soon as her strength was gathered, Rogge was already aware of it. As soon as he tightened his grip, a seemingly void power was transmitted from Victoria's wings. Wherever it passed, all energy changes in her body were affected. Disappeared without a trace. As soon as the strength of resistance disappeared, Victoria's consciousness gradually became blurred again, and she groaned.
She wanted to scream but couldn't. Looking out with both eyes, there is only blazing energy flames!
In fact, if Rogge had not used his own power to suppress the energy storm raging in her body, Victoria would have burned into a ball of flame at this moment.
After suppressing Victoria's resistance, Rogge smiled slightly, raised his head, and met the eyes of the Pope who was standing at the top of the long steps, seemingly supporting the heaven and earth with his own body!
The moment their eyes met, the world became silent and the wind stopped.
Between Shenghui, Huayu and the little angel, there was an invisible huge thunder light passing by.
Finally, Rogge smiled. Facing such glory and splendor, there was an unspeakable bitterness in his smile.
He took a step and climbed up the stairs again.
Time in the secret realm seems to flow extremely slowly, but also seems to flow as fast as a river. In the blink of an eye, Rogge had stepped through the ten thousand steps and stood in front of the Pope.
In his eyes, the Pope is still a huge darkness, and there is no light in the darkness.
Augustus stood behind the Pope with a strange face. He looked at the hundreds of angels who were still kneeling on the long steps, then at Feng Yue and Naifei, as well as the Cherubim in Rogge's hand. When he saw a faint blue flame emerging from Rogge's body, his expression changed again, and he finally got down on one knee and knelt down to Rogge.
Rogg didn't notice the Blood Angel's obedience, he just stared blankly into the Pope's eyes. In those indescribable eyes, there are too many planes of life and death.
I don’t know how long it took, but the Pope finally raised his scepter and gave it a heavy slap, causing the entire secret realm to tremble. Corresponding to his actions, countless thunder exploded in the sky of the secret realm, and a high-pitched hymn that penetrated the clouds resounded through every corner of the secret realm!
The sky curtain opened, and a beautiful and somewhat weak angel descended from the sky. There is a pair of blue wings on her back, her hands are respectfully stretched forward, and there is a light ball slowly spinning in the palm of her hand. If you look closely, you can see that this light ball is composed of countless mysterious and complicated symbols. Every symbol represents a kind of power.
The angel slowly landed in front of Rogge, stretched out his hands, and presented the ball of light.
Rogg stared at the ball of light and felt familiar.
He lost count of how many nights he woke up from that nightmare. Every time he woke up, he was exhausted and sweating profusely. When he first entered that dream, he had seen three bodies of terrifying beings with thousands of eyes at a very close distance. In that golden body made of unknown metal, symbols that kept appearing were very similar to this ball of light.
Of course, Rogge now knows that the person in his dream is Dismassen, the main **** of destruction in the Celestial Division.
It's just that many times, knowing the truth is not a good thing.
Looking back on the past thirty years, Rogge has gone from having nothing to being famous throughout the continent, and has even been able to participate in the battles between the gods in the heavens.
Looking back at this time, the past is like smoke.
He suddenly wanted to go back to the past, to the simple days of fighting, drinking and robbing women. After all, life at that time was chaotic and passionate, and there was still hope in humility.
At this time, the pope's voice brought Rogge back to reality. There was a strange rhythm in the old voice: "Rogge, the great Lord of Destruction Dismasson and the Lord of Redemption Isaac have noticed your piety. and merit, so Dismassen sent down an oracle to grant you a share of his glorious glory."
When Rogge heard this, his eyes fell on the ball of light in the angel's hand.
At this moment, all knowledge about this glory appeared in his consciousness. What the angel offered was indeed the power derived from the Lord of Destruction. But that is both strength and chains. The consequences of betraying the faith of the Lord of Destruction are by no means comparable to what he casually swore in the name of the kings of the world of death.
Roger finally reached out his hand. His hands were shaking.
The Pope said slowly: "In the face of unaffordable glory, remember to be humble. But when God places the glory in front of you, don't doubt whether you are qualified to receive it."
Rogg looked at the Great Temple of Light. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that in the temple, she, who had turned into a statue, was still standing quietly in the holy flames of heaven.
The next moment, his hand had already reached into the ball of light!
In an instant, countless symbols representing power fell into his hands.
At this moment, the world is silent. The sky is a little blue, the mountains are a little blue, in fact, everything in Rogge's eyes has some blue.
In the silence, Rogge finally noticed that at some point Augustus had completely knelt on the ground, with his wings spread out behind him, facing him in the most respectful manner. It's just that Rogge's thoughts seemed a little slow, and it took him a while to react to the Blood Angel's humility. Rogge felt something strange on his back again. He moved slightly, and with a swipe sound, two huge blue wings stretched out from behind to in front of him.
Rogg gently stroked the two blue wings, feeling a little enlightened.
"The gods each have their own duties, and each of them follows his own kind. If he has his own duty, he has strength and power. If he has power and power, he must all follow his own kind. Gods cannot exceed their own kind, and if one goes beyond , you will fall."
The Book of Hero, page six.
At the end of the sixth page, there is still the sentence 'The gods are not omnipotent, but Hero is omnipotent'.
At this moment, in the deepest part of Rogge's consciousness, the Book of Hilo shines with soft light and is slowly rotating. This time is different from the past. After the content of the sixth page of the Book of Hilo emerged, it did not sink back into the deepest part of Rogge's sea of consciousness, but still floated on the sea.
This Book of Hero, which records the secrets of the gods, is like an ordinary book at the moment, opened on the sixth page, as if waiting for someone destined to read it.
Roger suddenly knew that as long as he wanted to, he could turn the sixth page! And what is recorded on the seventh page of the Book of Heroes?
Roger remembered that when giving him the Book of Hero, Hughes once said that this book was the source of all disasters for the elves. However, he had already read six pages. Judging from the content, Rogge really did not understand why this book would become a disaster for the elves. Moreover, judging from historical records, there has never been a major dispute or civil war in the Elf Empire. The elves with firm beliefs and no greed should not do anything to harm the entire clan in order to compete for this book.
All these secrets should be recorded on page seven.
"The Book of Hero has seven pages. Do not read the seventh page under any circumstances." Hughes's warning emerged in Rogge's mind.
Why can't he read it? What does Rogge still lack today? Is it not enough strength or too much concern?
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In front of the Great Temple of Light, Rogge slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were already cold, as if there was no emotion at all, and there seemed to be an arrogance in looking down on all living beings in the coldness. With a swipe sound, under the pair of blue wings, new wings seemed to be formed, but this time the wings seemed to be formed from nothingness!
His eyes passed over the sky, over the earth, and over the prostrate angels.
Everywhere he looked, everything seemed to be quietly shrinking, and all the angels were trying their best to spread their wings as far as possible to show their awe!
Only when his eyes fell on Feng Yue's silver eyes, there was a slight fluctuation.
Rogg withdrew his gaze, carrying Victoria, slowly passed between the Pope and Augustus, and entered the Great Temple of Light.
His figure has disappeared, but the angels still cannot kneel down.
At this moment, the time in the secret realm seems to have frozen. I just don't know if anyone noticed that there was a deep loneliness in his last eyes.