Blasphemy: The night before nothingness (Part 1)

The night before was nothing but "Ah!!"

A painful roar echoed through the dark hall. Then there was a harsh sound of metal collision and grinding, interspersed with bursts of soft female laughter.

The painful cries gradually subsided and were replaced by heavy and labored breathing. There was a slight vibrato in these wheezing sounds, which sounded like a leaky bellows.

The soft laughter sounded again. This time, there was no interference from the sound of metal friction, and the laughter seemed much clearer. The laughter immediately turned into a cry of pain, but even the painful groan contained a faint temptation to commit crime.

The hall is high and empty. Although there are more than a dozen huge magic torches standing in a circle on the ground in the center of the hall, the jumping firelight cannot reach the top and edge of the hall. Against the backdrop of the flickering firelight, the scrolls about the miracles of the gods and goddesses painted on the roof and walls of the temple flickered on and off. For a moment, it seemed as if the gods and angels painted in them had come to life, staring at them with ferocious faces. In the center of the hall.

The deep hall is filled with a thick smell of blood.

In the center of the hall, more than ten magic torches formed a circle, illuminating a steel platform in the center. On the steel platform, a naked man lay with a steel nail through each of his hands and feet. Nailed on the steel platform.

There was also a woman in costume standing beside the steel platform. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her snow-like skin. Every movement she made seemed so gentle and elegant, no matter what she was doing.

"Art! This is real art!" The woman sighed with emotion and stared at the man on the steel platform for a long time. Then she turned her wrist and showed a small and exquisite dagger, slowly moving towards The man's chest was scratched.

The man's chest had been cut open long ago, and the wound looked a little white. It looked like all the blood had drained out, and only some transparent liquid was still slowly seeping out. His sternum was also cut off, exposing the still slightly squirming internal organs underneath.

His heart was still beating strongly.

And that dagger was slowly but resolutely piercing his heart!

The heart beat suddenly, twisting continuously, trying to resist the cutting of the dagger. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth. She held the dagger in both hands, almost leaning over the man. She used all her strength to finally cut the heart into pieces. Two halves.

The man's whole body trembled and he roared in pain again. He clenched his fists and suddenly hit the steel platform hard. A strong force rushed out from under the woman's feet, causing her to scream in surprise, fall forward, and fall heavily to the ground. After such a violent movement, the man's wrist muscles rubbed against the steel nails, and the wound suddenly became much larger.

The woman immediately stood up, straightened her messy clothes, and said with a smile: "I really can't see that you still have the strength to fight back in this situation. It seems that I have to nail a few more nails on you. Nailed. Roger, actually you know that all resistance is in vain, so why bother to expend such effort? I will let you go today when I get tired of playing. You are a very smart person, why are you doing this? Why do you have to do this stupid thing again and again?"

It was Rogge who was nailed on the steel platform. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the woman's nearly perfect face, and sighed with all his strength. It's just that his entire throat has been cut open at this moment, so he can only spit once.

The woman took several huge steel nails and used the magic fire to carefully distinguish the patterns engraved on the steel nails. Finally, she chose a steel nail with a long dragon coiled around it, and a steel nail with seven He took out a small hammer with purple electric light and drove the half-meter-long huge steel nail into Rogge's elbow.

Her snow-white arms looked slender and tender, and the small hammer she swung was as delicate as a toy, but every time she struck weakly, there would be a loud sound, and in the harsh metal friction sound, the steel nails He sank for several minutes.

After driving the two steel nails, Rogge lay on his back on the steel platform, with only the strength to breathe hard, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Wow! A basin of milky white liquid with a strong breath of sacredness and life was poured on Rogge. These liquids have almost miraculous magical power. It was absorbed by Rogge's wound at an incredible speed, and then a thick mist poured out, sealing his wound. The flesh and blood of Rogge's wound began to squirm, and began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless filaments connected the heart that was cut into two pieces, and then was slowly pulled together.

In the blink of an eye, Rogge's body was as good as before.

"What a perfect work of art!" The woman couldn't help stroking the fat man's body with her pair of crystal-clear hands, her eyes were astonishingly bright, and she couldn't help but admire it almost as if she was dreaming.

Rogg regained some of his anger and said to the woman intermittently: "Catherine, don't bother with the scheming, just kill me... it will be easier."

"Kill you? Why do I want to kill you?" Catherine smiled softly, stroking Rogge's skin and said: "After I kill you, it won't take long for you to use the magic box of your life to Your soul is resurrected! You are a master of the soul, and I am only interested in your body. You see, although I don’t know how to explore the deep secrets of your soul, nor do I understand how to find out from the connection of the soul. The location of the natal magic box, but look, I can infer the existence of the natal magic box just from the structure of your body. Isn’t it amazing?"

The more Catherine spoke, the deeper and hoarse her voice became. She slowly leaned on Rogge's body, looked into Rogge's eyes, and said slowly: "And your body is really a rare work of art! Every time it is cut, it will change according to the impact it receives." The injury caused you to re-adjust your structure. Do you know, every time your chest is cut open, the trembling anticipation can drive people crazy! You are really a master of creation! But little Roger, you transform your body like this , can it still be considered a person?"

Rogg closed his eyes and ignored all her questions.

Catherine's breathing slowly became heavier, her fragrant breath gently brushed Rogge's face, and the slender fingers of her left hand were touching Rogge's lips.

"Since I know that you have the Magic Box of Life, how can I give you a chance to use it? Your soul will be locked in this body forever and endure endless pain. Even if I am wrong Even if I kill you with my hands, I still have time to destroy your soul. So, little Rogge, you’d better give up all hope!”

Roger's eyes suddenly opened, he opened his mouth, and quickly bit Catherine's slender fingers like lightning. Veins appeared on his forehead, and he almost used all his strength to bite down hard!

Catherine groaned, her eyes blurred, and she seemed to be enjoying herself very much. Then she slowly pulled her left hand out of Roger's mouth.

Because he bit too hard, blood began to ooze from between Roger's teeth, but there were only a few shallow tooth marks on Catherine's tender hands!

Catherine laughed and said softly: "Did you see it? My body is protected by divine power, and you can't hurt me at all!"

Her right hand slowly traveled on Rogge's skin, gradually going down, and finally grasped the weapon that Rogge had always been proud of. Under the extremely agile movements of the slender five fingers, instinct has already made it stand upright.

Roger closed his eyes again, as if falling into a deep sleep. After six steel nails with powerful magic were nailed into his hands and feet, he had completely lost control of his body. Whether it was emotion, pain or body repair, they were all just instinctive reactions of his body.

Katherine suddenly lifted up her gorgeous long skirt, and she was completely naked under her skirt! She turned over and sat on Rogge's body, her eyes became blurred, and hysterical moans came from her lips. At this moment, Catherine is completely different from the upright Duanli in the past, but has completely become a slave of sex!

In the empty hall, the moans could not help but circle around, getting louder and louder. Finally, the moans turned into hoarse shouts!

Katherine's whole body was trembling, there were drops of sweat on her forehead, and she could no longer open her eyes. Waves of pleasure washed over her nerves wildly and repeatedly. Catherine kept groping with her right hand on the steel platform, and finally found the dagger. So she screamed and finally reached the highest peak of happiness!

One after another bright lightning flashed, and wherever the lightning fell, a gorgeous **** flower bloomed!

Roger's face remained calm and his eyes were closed. But drops of sweat could not help but seep out from his forehead, and the corners of his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

Catherine raised her head and screamed hysterically. She held the dagger tightly in both hands and stabbed it hard into Rogge's chest and abdomen again and again! With every thrust, her body would tremble involuntarily, as if the tide of pleasure had surged to a new level!

Where the dagger fell, the skin had already been torn, the sternum was smashed, and even the organs that were clearly not human were cut into pieces, and were being cut into even finer pieces.

The dagger contains divine power, the steel nails are specially made, the steel platform is specially made for Rogge, and even the magic lights are part of a large magic circle. Here, every bit of pain Rogge suffers on his body will be magnified a thousand times, and will eventually be transmitted to his soul.

And the pain does not lead to numbness.

The waves of joy finally subsided.

Katherine gasped, sweat pouring down her body. Her eyes were full of weariness and joy, and she gently stirred the paste on Rogge's chest that was a mixture of blood, flesh, broken bones and internal organs.

"Little Rogge, you are not a good person, and don't tell me what beliefs you have. You have done a lot of things like betrayal and surrender! Why don't you surrender this time? You should know The Entente is finished, and now there is no force that can stop the spread of the belief in the Supreme God. Why do you still want to do a hopeless thing?"

Roger opened his eyes slightly, and only occasionally would a flash of silver flash through his dim eyes. His gaze crossed Catherine's face and fell into the endless void.

Yes, the Allies have been defeated.

Rogge, who had been struggling in endless pain, was always in a daze and could not even remember the time. But he knew that after that day's battle, it was only a matter of time before the Allies were completely defeated. Even if he escapes, no matter how he struggles in the future, it will only delay the moment of despair a little further.

Why not surrender? Rogge still clearly remembered the words he had always followed as a creed: If I can't defeat you, then let me do it with you.

However, at the end of his gaze, in the deep black void, there is still a newly established kingdom; in front of the expanding glory of the gods in the heavens, there is still a dream-like and splendid country. figure.

He knew that the main gods of heaven were not tolerant, and they did not leave a place for her in their endless glory.

Roger's face twitched, and he slowly looked at Catherine's charming face. He took a breath with great difficulty, and then slowly opened his mouth, but his lips moved a few times, and the sound he made was much fainter than the buzzing of mosquitoes. Catherine could not hear what he was saying at all.

Catherine smiled slightly, lowered her head, and put her ear to Roger's mouth, trying to capture the ethereal voice.

"Fuck you...fuck..."

At this moment, the city of Lille is immersed in joy. The miracle of the decisive battle day has always been the overwhelming topic in street taverns. Now everyone believes that in the face of the glory of the Supreme God, all pagans who are tempted by the devil can only embark on the road of destruction, even those who seem to be powerful The unstoppable Asrophic Empire army was also completely wiped out in the decisive battle. Feuerbach, Alexander, Pompey, Rogge, these evil names that resounded across the continent all disappeared with this battle and turned into symbols in the history books.

Now that the remaining armies of the Asrofic Empire have retreated to the north, Emperor Dro is rumored to have sent an emissary to try to find a surrender plan that is decent enough and can preserve the king's power.

Although the Asrofic Empire still dominates the Northern Kingdom, it is only a matter of time before the Holy Glory Alliance marches northward and restores the faith of the Holy God in the thousands of miles of grassland in the North.

In recent days, there have been many banners of knights that are famous in the mainland in the city of Lille. The human-faced spider, the wolf under the moon, the lion's heart, the lion's fang, and the blue enchantress army of the Austro-Hungarian Empire appeared one after another. The rotation of these main legions supported everyone's judgment of the battle situation from the side. As a result, the cheerful atmosphere in Lille became even more intense.

At noon, rumbling, thunderous hoofbeats suddenly sounded in the city of Lille! On the road leading directly to the Grand Duke's Palace, several knights were running towards the Grand Duke's Palace at full speed. If no one could see this scene, no one would believe that these few knights could bring out such a thunderous sound of hooves!

Pedestrians on the street ran away one after another, and even some knights belonging to legions such as the Blue Enchantress and the Human-Faced Spider also gave way to the road, unwilling to have any disputes with the visitors. They had already seen clearly the armor styles and emblems of these knights, which were the symbols of the Lion Tooth Legion. No one wants to provoke an opponent who is always looking for someone to kill him. Although the Lion's Tooth Legion is no longer the sinful legion that was only used as cannon fodder, under the leadership of Kate, most of the fierce and unparalleled fighting methods of the past have been retained. Perhaps because of this, the Lion's Tooth Legion ranks first among all the legions in terms of performance on the battlefield.

These knights ran until they reached the main entrance of the Grand Duke's Palace before dismounting. The leading knight immediately strode into the palace. The moment he took a step forward, several knights guarding the door of the Grand Duke's Palace involuntarily took a few steps back. The person they had already recognized was Kate, the leader of the Lion Fang Legion, but under the pressure of his invisible murderous intent, they were still horrified and unable to control themselves.

Kate completely ignored these frightened guards and just strode towards the Grand Duke's Palace.

At this moment, an ordinary freight carriage quietly drove into the mansion of Prosecutor Franco. The several big men escorting the car were dressed in civilian clothes, but all of them had fierce eyes and a slight murderous look in their movements. They carefully lifted a large rectangular object from the carriage and moved it into a side room.

After putting the things away, Franco, the prosecutor with a gloomy look, strode into the room, lifted off the black cloth covering the objects, and was stunned on the spot.

Under the black cloth is a thick piece of ice, which sealed the ice for a moment on the battlefield that day.

There is a long war gun in the ice, with two people wearing different postures on the gun standing sideways. One of them is a redbud butterfly covered in purple armor, and the other is a tall magic swordsman. The magic swordsman looks like he is trying to keep the redbud butterfly wings under his body, and there are more than ten swords stuck on his back. These swords were blocked by his thick armor and broad back, but his flesh and blood body could not block the fierce and vicious war spear.

Judging from the style, this war gun is a special weapon for the temple.

There was no expression on Franco's solemn face. He walked to the other side of the ice and looked at the expressions of the two people at the moment before they died.

He was looking at her, and she was looking into the distance.

Franco stretched out his hand and gently touched the dense ice. After a long time, he said numbly: "Go tell Kate, just say I saw it. Now... burn them."

After that, Franco turned and walked out of the room, never looking back.

As time goes by, the space where the Great Temple of Light is located becomes more and more dead.

The mountains here are still green, the water is still clear, and the several waterfalls rushing down from the mountain peaks are also majestic. There are also butterflies flying among the flowers and birds hovering in the sky, which together form a picture that is too beautiful to be picky.

However, because they are so beautiful and too perfect, these scenery always make people feel like they are looking at a scroll. And paintings are lifeless.

The Grand Temple of Light is still majestic, and its entire body exudes a strong holy light. In the smoke-like holy light, there are dozens of angels floating in the air, floating slightly in the gentle wind.

No expression can be seen on the face of each angel, and even the posture does not change. Only the occasional flapping of the wings behind them shows that they are not completely lifeless dolls.

The duty of these angels is to protect important figures in the Great Temple of Light. However, the light emanating from the temple actually doubled their abilities, even allowing these low-level angels who had no possibility of having wings to temporarily possess wings. From this point of view, I don’t know if the angels protected the temple, or if the temple protected the angels.

At this time, the long bells rang throughout the secret realm, and the two doors of the Great Temple of Light, which were tens of meters high, slowly opened. Stepping out of the doors were the Pope and the Blood Angel Augustus.

The Pope's steps were hard and slow, and he looked like he might fall to the ground at any time. However, the angels in the sky bowed to the Pope to show their respect.

The Pope slowly raised his head and looked up at the blue and distant sky. In the pope's hazy eyes, there was no reflection of any angel at all, and the secret realm where the Great Temple of Light was located could not leave any trace in his eyes. What was in these eyes was just a large expanse of brilliant light that flickered on and off.

Augustus immediately knelt humbly behind the Pope and lowered his head. He once saw the Pope's eyes and knew that if those incomparably brilliant brilliance were slowed down thousands of times, it would be the process of birth and death of countless planes.

The longer he followed the pope, the more Augustus felt that he could not see through this frail old man at all. The Blood Angels couldn't understand how the Pope could possess such unfathomable power in a mortal human body.

Quietly, several long hairs of the Blood Angel suddenly floated up, and then broke into several pieces.

Choke! Augustus stood up and drew out the sword from his waist like lightning. The wings behind his back were fully unfolded in an instant! He looked up to the sky, looking for the terrifying and unknown enemy.

However, what greeted him were countless broken limbs and broken wings! That's the body and wings of an angel! In the short moment when Augustus raised his head~IndoMTL.com~the dozens of low-level angels guarding the Great Temple of Light were all killed in the air!

In the rain of blood, only the Pope stood firm, motionless as a mountain. Once the remaining wings of flesh and blood that were sprinkled down on his head entered an invisible area around him, they would disappear without a trace.

The Pope stared at the woman with unparalleled grace slowly falling in the sky, sighed heavily, and then said slowly: "You really shouldn't have come out of the kingdom..."

Her black hair was messy, the brilliance of the wings on her back was no longer the same, and there were even several scars on her glistening neck that had not yet healed. There were still several gaps on the huge blade of the Death Scythe, and golden blood was slowly dripping down the slender fingers holding the scythe.

Only those silver eyes remained as calm as before.

Feng Yue said calmly: "How could I not come?"

The Pope shook his head, let out a long sigh, and then said slowly: "Since you are here, you should know the final outcome. The great Andreoli has foreseen your arrival, so he did not return to heaven. Waiting to see you in the Great Temple."