Blasphemy: Nine finals

A few taps on Zhang Jiujue's shoulder woke Froya from her deep sleep.

At this time, the sleepy goblin's temper was never very good. She murmured something, waved her backhand, and a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out, hitting the person who dared to disturb her peaceful dream. Only on hand.

This lightning is different from the lightning produced by ordinary magic. It is blue with a hint of purple. The lethality of this lightning to creatures is greatly reduced, but it also has some paralysis effects and amplifies the pain when being hit. It seems that this is Froya's decisive method to deal with the maid who dares to wake her up.

Roger smiled slightly and let the tiny electric fire run back and forth on the back of his hand. He bent down and picked up Froya.

Froya moved, then reluctantly woke up from her dream and opened her blurred eyes.

This is still the parallel space created by Hughes, but it is much deserted. The magical flames dancing on the altar had long been extinguished, and the silver dragon egg that was originally floating in the flames had also disappeared.

Froya then remembered that Rogge had stood still as if he had lost his soul since he inserted his left hand into the silver dragon egg. And Hughes told her that she must not disturb Rogge at this moment. As for the final result, she would have to leave it to fate.

Froya could only wait. She didn't know how long she waited before she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

At this time, she finally woke up and looked at Rogge carefully for a long time before she dared to confirm that the person in front of her was really that **** fat man.

The little goblin smiled, but two lines of tears couldn't stop falling.

Roger smiled and wiped away her tears and said, "You are becoming more and more crying now!"

Froya snorted and said: "Just be proud of yourself! Anyway, I only have so many tears. The day I shed them all, I will never cry for you again. What were you doing just now? Dou Sheng Is it done?"

The fat man smiled proudly and said: "Of course I win! If I can't deal with a silver dragon that has never even been born, my life will really be in vain. Haha, it's funny, this little thing It actually wants to fight me to the death in its spiritual world! It probably doesn’t know that I don’t have any other skills, and I’m pretty good at making random thoughts. Well, and this little thing is really not very lucky. I just saw it recently A detailed analysis of the various terrifying abilities of an evil dragon in the abyss world, so I tried to become this dragon. Unexpectedly, I won the battle just after I transformed. It’s really boring, haha! What if? The image of an evil dragon doesn’t work, so I was originally planning to try the power of the goddess of nature, the gods of the heavens, and even the supreme god.”

Froya was confused when she heard this. She looked at the fat man and suddenly felt that she was becoming distant from him. She looked at it and suddenly let out a sigh and said: "Damn fat man, your...why has your appearance changed?"

She looked left and right, and finally discovered that Rogge's left eye was now amber in color, and the pupil was a vertical slit, which did not look like the eyes a person should have.

Froya suddenly realized that if Rogge's left eye were enlarged dozens of times, it would be a dragon's eye!

"Why did your left eye become like this?"

"It's probably because he ate too many dragon eggs." Rogge said nonchalantly. He blinked hard a few times, and his left eye returned to its normal appearance. That dragon eye was no longer hidden by him.

Rogg hugged Froya and walked towards the space portal in the corner of the platform. Froya struggled, jumped off the ground, and said, "Wait a minute, where is Elder Hughes?"

"He took the first step."

"Well, since he said this is where he keeps some of his private belongings, there must be a lot of good stuff! Let's have a good search first, and then we'll leave soon." Froya's eyes were filled with green light. , looking around at the seemingly empty parallel space, eager to try.

The fat man smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand, picked up Froya again, and said with a smile: "This old fox is cunning! Do you think he will only have such a space? I have already gone through it, and there is nothing! Let's go. Right."

The little goblin then reluctantly fell into Rogge's arms and asked again: "Did you swallow that dragon egg? What new skills did you gain?"

"How much power can a dragon egg add to me? The biggest gain is that it has taught me how to think and survive like a silver dragon, or in other words, to observe the entire world with a pair of dragon eyes. world."

“I don’t understand!”

The fat man said with some embarrassment: "This... is difficult to explain. But there is one thing that is easy to understand. Froya, when you face a great magician or a strong man, you will use paralysis, Is it low-level magic like chaos or drowsiness?"

"Of course not!" Froya replied simply: "These low-level magics have little chance of success when cast on these strong people. I might as well just use dissociation! Although It is also unlikely to succeed, but at least it has a deterrent effect. Or I can cast some protective magic on myself, which is better than casting these useless low-level magic."

Rogge said: "That's it. We know that all these low-level magics have high-level versions with enhanced effects. Not only do they require much higher magic power, but the spells and gestures when casting are also much more complicated. But The actual effects of these high-level magics are the same as those of basic magics. The only difference is that they are more difficult for the target to resist. I just discovered that after the dragon language magic is cast, the effects such as paralysis and confusion are similar to those of ours. The same is true for magic. However, the negative effects of dragon language magic are very difficult to resist. In fact, this is not because dragon language is so complicated. You and I both understand dragon language, and there is really nothing special about it. The only difference is , even those who can use dragon language magic are high-level dragons, and the soul and spiritual power of these high-level dragons are far stronger than ordinary humans. This is the key to determining magic resistance. Do you understand?

Froya frowned, nodded, and then shook her head.

The fat man smiled and said, "I'll try it for you and you'll understand."

As he spoke, he didn't see any movement, but there was a slight flash of silver light in his eyes. Froya suddenly stiffened and couldn't move. It turned out that she had been hit by Rogge's instant paralysis.

Froya was shocked. If this silent spell is combined with the most common instant paralysis spell, then Rogge must have at least the magic power of about seven levels of magic to be able to do it. Therefore, the fat man must have used low-level paralysis, not the fifth-level enhanced paralysis. But after Froya practiced plane meditation, not only her magic control ability was greatly enhanced, but her magic resistance was also increased, especially her ability to resist mental magic became stronger. How could she be hit by an ordinary paralysis spell?

This must be a coincidence! So she thought.

She tried several times in succession, but she could not unlock the magic in her body. Rogge smiled, and also silently cast a magic-breaking spell instantly, lifting the paralysis spell that Froya had been hit by. Next, it was paralysis, demon destruction, paralysis, demon destruction, repeated ten times, but Froya never succeeded in resisting!

She finally understood what Rogge meant.

At this time, Rogge had already stepped out of the space door with Froya in his arms and appeared in Hughes' room. Hughes was sitting in the corner of the room, sipping tea and reading a book. Seeing Rogge coming out, he raised his head and looked at the fat man carefully, then smiled and said: "Congratulations, Lord Rogge, you finally came back alive!"

The fat man laughed and said: "How can I lose in a bragging contest with a little guy who has never seen the world? What book are you reading?"

Before he finished speaking, Rogge had already reached out and snatched the book from Hughes' hand. During the whole process, his left hand was always tightly hugging Froya's waist, and the little goblin seemed to have grown on him, refusing to leave for a moment.

Rogg took the book, looked at the cover, and read: "Looking at the curse from the perspective of the recipient..." Obviously, this is another book written by a madman.

Roger flipped through a few pages, and sure enough, the book was filled with experiences written by a magician who had tried various curses on his own body. The fat man snorted, threw the book on the table, and said, "Who wrote this?"

"Just an unknown magician. His hobby is to test various curses on his body. Of course, if you read this book carefully, you will find that it has not been finished. Because this book was originally planned The last chapter is about the death curse..."

Roger thought for a moment, picked up the book again, and put it in his arms. The magic book that discussed the relationship between speed, time and space that he got from Hughes last time finally gave him a lot of inspiration. After solidifying the acceleration technique and knowing how to hide and dodge, Fatty combined these insights and came up with many wonderful ways to escape. Nowadays, ordinary people can never hope to catch the fat man.

But all the books that Hughes read carefully were more or less weird, and Rogge already knew this. And he has now discovered that thinking about problems from other perspectives can sometimes bring unexpected gains. For example, thinking from the perspective of a dragon finally made him understand the original composition of some very useful low-level magic. But this is easier said than done. Without absorbing the soul of the young dragon and truly having the experience of having a silver dragon, how can one know and understand the essence of dragon language magic?

Of course, I don’t know if looking at the world from the perspective of a goblin will yield the same gains.

The spiritual world is very wonderful. Rogge instinctively felt that the spiritual world of a simple, stupid, bold and crazy creature like a goblin would be much more dangerous than that of a silver dragon, and he was not willing to take such a risk. As Froya said, you have to be sure of yourself before you go all out.

The fat man finally let go of Froya's hand and said to her: "You go to rest first, I have to discuss some things with Elder Hughes."

After Froya left, Rogge sat in front of Hughes, pondered for a moment, and said: "Elder Hughes, you must have heard his declaration."

"Of course, being well-informed is a basic requirement for a killer."

The fat man nodded and said: "I'm very surprised why he issued a challenge declaration so arrogantly. Does he really have invincible power? Does his power surpass God?"

Xius said: "In my opinion, his power may be more powerful than some lower gods, but it will not be much more powerful."

"That's good!" The fat man nodded and said: "Let's discuss how we can trick him into a place where he can't escape, and then everyone will swarm him and let him stay in this plane! It's just that he goes up I have already suffered a big loss once, will I be the same stupid this time?"

Looking at the ferocious face of the fat man, Hughes couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said: "Master Rogge, not all the guys who come down from the heaven are stupid, especially those who are not restricted by their bodies at all. I think he must know that his strength is limited, but he is still so flamboyant this time. He must be quite sure that he is not afraid of us using tactics to encircle Europe. Master Rogge, we may have to find another way."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Rogge stared at Hughes and asked.

Xius raised his head, met Rogge's gaze, and said calmly: "Lord Rogge, no **** is omniscient and omnipotent. The same is true for those gods with infinite power. How can I do this? Do you know everything? I really can’t give you an answer to this matter."

Rogg nodded and said, "I understand." Then, he strode out of Hughes' room.

Amidst the endless mountains, there is a beautiful and peaceful village. The mountains block the cold wind from the west, and several hot springs moisten the land in the valley, so even though there is heavy snow outside the mountains. But it is still a refreshing green here.

Life in the village is harmonious and peaceful, almost completely self-sufficient. Even if ferocious monsters occasionally come here from the mountains, they just add a taste of game to the villagers. Almost everyone in the village practices martial arts, and they are not weak at all. The source of all martial arts comes from the old Vito.

On this sunny afternoon, Vito sat in the open space by the village again, watching several children practicing sword skills. Occasionally, he would give some pointers. For some reason, his thoughts recently kept returning to the almost forgotten years. Those were years of anger, bloodlust, sadness, and madness.

In middle age, Vito traveled around the world, and finally one day, he met the bride of his life. But not long after the happy days, even before the honeymoon was over, the executors of the Church Tribunal came to the door. Vito then learned that his wife turned out to be a fanatical anti-church. What follows is endless escape, fighting, pursuit, and ambush. Blood and fire, killing and death, have become everything in his life. As time went by, he had forgotten how many bishops he had killed with his sword. But his wife did not have as strong fighting spirit as him. Finally, in a battle, due to Vito's lack of protection, she fell under a large-scale killing magic.

In the following years, Vito's memory was completely blank. When he woke up, he was already in this small village.

Thirty years, or forty years? He had long since forgotten. All he knew was that the dust on the giant swords in his hands was getting thicker and thicker day by day.

The sun this afternoon is eerily red.

Vito's eyes just narrowed when he realized that a strange existence had appeared in front of him. The purple-red robe on the person's body was fluttering like flying flames.

Vito cannot describe the eerie beauty.

But as soon as this person appeared, several children who were still practicing sword skills in the square fell to the ground silently, and then turned into **** of rich red and rose into the sky.

Vito stood up. He already knew from the terrifying holy aura faintly emanating from the visitor that the Church of Light had found him.

"I'm going to get the sword, and the people in this village are innocent." Vito said calmly.

"No need. The result is the same whether you take the sword or not. And I'm very busy." Achilles said softly.

In front of Vito, a large area of ​​thick red suddenly appeared. He looked hard and realized that the patch of red was actually composed of several pieces of fluttering red silk. He tried his best throughout his life, but at the last moment he discovered that every piece of red silk was connected by countless thin red threads.

That piece of red quietly passed over Vito's body.

A moment later, the peaceful village was reduced to ashes in the enchanting red flames.

At dusk, the independent port city of Reia, located on the southeast coast of the mainland, welcomed the red sky as usual. But a fiery red sunset in the sky suddenly fell and fell on the city lord's mansion. When the red clouds dissipated, the entire city lord's palace and the legendary city lord Samai of Reya City had disappeared out of thin air.

Samai has been the city lord for more than 20 years, and his bravery and strategies are extraordinary. He has repelled three attacks by the Holy Crusaders and maintained the independent status of the city of Reia. After that, the powers of the countries along the southeast coast rose, and the power of the Church of Light was forced away from the coastline, leaving Samai with no place to use it.

"Lord Achilles moves so fast." Augustus said.

In the Great Temple of Light, the Pope stared blankly into the distance with his empty eyes. After a long time, he slowly said: "Yes, but Odaireh has many men, so you may be in trouble. Let's do this. , you send two people to the north, just to assist the Lord!"

"Yes! But..." Augustus hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "This matter is of great importance, and I have to ask you for further advice. Which two people should we choose?"

Like all elderly people, the Pope's reaction was surprisingly slow. He waited for a long time before saying: "You figure it out. Lord Achilles moves very quickly. Just choose two people who can make it in time. That’s it.”

"I understand." Augustus took a step back, his burly body disappearing into the space.

Night has fallen, but the faint red light emanating from Achilles reflected the top of the snow peak red. He looked quietly at the old woman who was still struggling in front of him. Her hair was gray and half of her teeth were missing. At this moment, her whole body was floating in the air, struggling helplessly and desperately.

There is a thick red mass in the sky, and in the center of the red is a bottomless nothingness. This mass of red has actually broken through the space barrier and opened a door to the endless void. And this old woman was struggling at the gate, but the terrifying tearing force in the void was simply beyond what anyone could resist.

There was despair in her eyes, and her body was being sucked into the space door bit by bit.

Achilles ignored her and raised his perfect left hand to his eyes. A vague figure appeared on the tips of his three fingers. These three figures always maintained the same posture without moving.

Doubt flashed across Achilles' bright red eyes, and his dark eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He really couldn't understand why these three people suddenly lost their positions. He had already locked in all the candidates provided by the Pope, but suddenly, these three people disappeared from his senses out of thin air!

This is definitely not something ordinary people can do. But in this plane, at this time, no existence can even think of erasing all traces in front of Achilles. Given time, he will definitely find out the reason. Even if the being behind the scenes is a god, Achilles has nothing to fear.

But there was a burst of anxiety and desire in his heart, and he couldn't wait to complete his mission in this plane. His patience was almost worn out.

It was late at night. In this cold night, the entire imperial capital was quiet. No one wanted to go out at such a night.

By a steaming river, Froya and Rogge were holding hands and walking along the river. Perhaps because of the cold night, Froya's hands were as cold as ice. Rogge had wrapped her entire slender hand in his palm, but there was no warmth at all in this slender hand.

"Damn fat man, why don't you think of a way to take Annie in!"

"It still doesn't work, she is living a good life now. ~IndoMTL.com~ Huh, **** fat man! You are pretending to be nice again. Annie is so beautiful, wouldn't you want to?" The little goblin stabbed her hard with her nails. He touched Rogge's palm and then said: "She... is very stupid. In fact, I have been worried about her."

Roger laughed and said: "If a newly promoted sword master also needs to worry, then how many people in this world do not need to worry? Well, wait! You have become a little strange recently!"

The little goblin lowered his head, smiled unnaturally, and said, "Is there any?"

Just when Rogge was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed and he pulled Froya behind him.

At the end of the road, a stunning figure stood quietly, with a pair of irresistibly charming red eyes staring at Rogge.

Roger was speechless, just staring at the figures appearing one after another around him. Some of those portraits were unknown to him, but most were people he knew.

Death class, Androni, Winner, Hughes...even Froya!

"We meet again." Achilles smiled slightly. A moment of amorous feelings is enough to captivate all sentient beings.