Chapter Seven Holy Infant

Roger's mental power had dried up, and he was in a dizzy state, everything in front of him was blurred and shaking.

In a trance, he seemed to see the mysterious black hair Audreh appearing in front of him again. It was still the gray robe, the silver eyes. The white and tender barefoot that once aroused the deepest desire in his heart was also in front of him.

But for some reason, this time Audreh did not exude the pressure that had made Roger tremble, but seemed a little weak.

Roger felt a huge pain in his head, and his eyebrows frowned, and everything in front of him began to shake again. Suddenly, a long-depressed flame rose from the deepest part of his soul, and he actually...at the body that cannot be blasphemed and belongs only to God!

Roger suddenly felt that the whole world had become very strange.

His slow thinking could not understand why he dared to do such a thing to the goddess. You must know that his fear of Audreh cannot be described as fearful of him.

But what is even more strange is that Audreh is not only not as angry as he imagined, but is avoiding in a panic. Moreover, her dodging movements are not difficult to capture, and they are not as good as a god's response at all.

Could it be that behind the endless pressure, this is the real strength of God? Rogue couldn't help but think. But he had a severe headache now and could not even think about what the outcome would be to anger the goddess Audreh.

The blasphemers who have been able to detect in history have all kinds of strange ends. Some are nailed to the mountain and allowed to suck their internal organs by birds of prey but never die for thousands of years, some are wailing forever in the lava flame, and some are cursed by God. Their descendants have many fates from generation to generation, and they will never stop atone for the sins of their ancestors.

So what about Roger? How should he be dealt with?

Not only did he have bad intentions to the goddess, but he also had great disrespect to the goddess in his behavior.

More importantly, he actually...

Captured one of the goddess's barefoots!

Is this true? Roger himself didn't believe it! He shook his head hard before he got rid of his dizziness and looked at him.

The room was empty, and there was no trace of Odrech's arrival at all.

"Are they all hallucinations just now?" Roger couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, he had recovered from his sanity. Looking around, there was no one in the room except Fengdie who was still sleeping. Obviously, no one would come to answer his doubts.

But the cold and smooth feeling still lingers in his palms, as if reminding him that everything just now might not be a dream. When he thought of his feet as crystal clear as snow under the gray robe, the fat man who was already almost exhausted, his bones became even softer.

It seems that the only way to verify the incident just now is to go to the Eye of Wisdom and use Mora to verify it with Odairehe. However, the fat man was guilty and no matter how brave he was, he would not dare to ask Odairehe about this.

The extremely weak Roger began to meditate. Without the support of his huge mental power, he can be said to be extremely fragile now. Meditation will not increase the speed of his mental power recovery, but after replenishing his magic power, Roger will recover a lot of combat abilities.

When Feng Die Youyou woke up, Roger had finished meditation.

The elf jumped down from the white jade platform lightly. When she landed on the ground, her slender and soft body brought the whole room to a slight tremor. Feng Die and Roger were both stunned. Roger reached out to put Feng Die's slender waist and hugged her.

The elf's body was still as light as if it had no weight, and could almost dance in Rogue's palm.

"Fengdie, how do you feel now?"

Feng Die Ruyan frowned slightly and said, "I don't know either. But I am very clear now and I don't seem to have forgotten anything." At this point, a hint of blush suddenly flashed across her face.

Roger smiled and said, "That's good! We will go back to the Oracle City in a few days, and you can adapt to your new body and strength during this period. When we come out of Oracle City, it's time to go to the imperial capital to compete with the Druids."

A miniature storm suddenly burst out with the wind butterfly as the center. The outline of a dark emblem began to appear on her beautiful and incompetent face, and a faint dark redness appeared in her eyes.

Roger hurriedly shouted: "Fengdie! You must learn to control your emotions from now on, especially hatred and hatred! You are lucky to keep your mind clear and not let the power of curses dominate your soul again!"

Feng Die's face showed a look of struggle. After several repetitions, she finally suppressed the surging hatred in her body, and the dark emblem gradually disappeared. She let out a long breath, her whole body trembled, and her sweat fell like rain.

Roger smiled, put on a robe for Feng Die, and walked out of the magic laboratory where he had been staying for several days.

The Eye of Wisdom is magnificent in the main hall of Dresden. Every night, the brightly lit hall looks brilliant and solemn, and has become the most famous scene in Dresden.

At this moment, groups of senior clergy were walking out of the main hall in groups, preparing to go back to rest. The grand evening prayer ceremony that just ended made each of them very tired. It was not only physical fatigue, but also mentally extreme depression. These clergy did not know the reason why the Saint Mora suddenly summoned them to hold such a ceremony, but the sign that Mora was a divine master has become increasingly obvious. Some believers even believe that she is close to the spokesperson of the goddess in the mortal world, so no one will doubt any Mora's decision now.

Morra is now the only one in the prayer room of the Eye of Wisdom. She knelt quietly in front of the blazing fire, not knowing what she was telling the goddess. Morra's hair was tied up high, revealing her slender and graceful neck.

She is like a swan before God, elegant and beautiful.

The flames on the altar danced, and the majestic voices were directly engraved in Mora's heart. She carefully recorded the goddess' oracle, then hurried out of the prayer room, and took several servants to Roger's Grand Duke's mansion.

In the sky, Feng Yue was looking at the priests who had dispersed in groups of three or three and the departing saint Mora. These weak mental states were clearly reflected in the silver eyes. Obviously, they could no longer support another prayer ceremony.

Feng Yue sighed with regret and looked around. The silver light in her eyes began to fluctuate regularly.

The moonlight darkens.

Within a radius of 500 kilometers in Dresden, slightly more powerful creatures felt a gust of ice passing through the depths of their souls. They immediately followed the guidance of their instincts, crawled out of their hiding places, and fled like a desperate attempt to move away from Fengyue.

A black shadow flew over Dresden. He seemed to suddenly notice something, and stopped his body and rushed towards the densely packed houses below. However, Feng Yue had already appeared in front of him, and his expressionless silver eyes were staring at him.

The black shadow was shocked, so he immediately changed direction and wanted to escape.

The black shadow has extraordinary strength, and it changes unpredictably during the transitions and turns, and its speed is like a god. However, in this world, there is not just a single person who can compare speed with Feng and Moon, but there is not a single person in Dresden now.

Feng Yue would appear in front of the black shadow every time and intercept him.

The black shadow finally stood in the air and silently drew out the thin sword. The sword body was like a living snake, twisting constantly.

"Mr. Fengyue, long time no see, hehe, long time no see." His few dry laughs were so unspeakable.

Feng Yue stared at the Death God Clan, with silver light flashing in her eyes, as if she was hesitating about something.

The Death Clan's heart beat hard, and on the surface it was still calm, saying, "Mr. Fengyue, although we had revenge in the past, it is not the time to take revenge yet. At least we have to wait for our common enemy to be resolved, right? However, if you must insist on solving the problem now, I will not have any objection."

Feng Yue hesitated for a moment and finally turned around and disappeared into the void.

Elder Seus closed the book in his hand with a whisper, poured a glass of wine for the Death Squad that had just entered the window. The Death Squad was not polite to him, and grabbed it and drank it all, then let out a long breath and cursed: "This Feng Yue is such a lunatic!"

Sius smiled and said, "Have you fought with Lord Fengyue just now?"

The Death God Clan snorted, and said with a little lack of confidence: "This... isn't this time for internal fighting, isn't that a Silver Dragon cheap? But speaking of this, although she is not from our world, she comes and leaves at the moment, and there is no sign of appearance. It's really elusive. Needless to say, her speed is worse than me in the past, and she still has to fight at that time. But when I see her tonight, her power is not worse than me... Well...ah...ah...it's not easy to deal with! Besides, I always feel that something is wrong with her tonight, so it's better not to have conflicts with her."

Xius smiled and said, "The most important thing for a killer is his keen intuition. Master Ban's intuition is so accurate. No wonder he is a strong man who is the dark world. Haha! In fact, Master Fengyue's way of coming and going is more suitable for sneak attacks, so that is hard to guard against! So, it is not a good thing to provoke Master Fengyue. By the way, I guess you also know that someone is going to challenge the Silver Dragon King recently? I just learned that the challenger is probably Master Fengyue."

The face of the Death God's Class became increasingly ugly, and he murmured: "I'm crazy, I'm crazy!"

Seus lowered his voice mysteriously again, "Especially, this period of time, I can't provoke Lord Fengyue... I heard that she is hungry now, so she is in a very bad mood..."

"Ah! This..." The Death God's Clan was stunned and couldn't speak for a moment.

This noisy night is not peaceful even if it is the city of Oracle.

The main hall that imprisoned Amoro kept shaking, and Amoro's roar and roar could be heard from a distance.

In the hall, several elf mages stared nervously at Amoro who was struggling wildly. Countless thorns were collapsing tightly. Amid Amoro's constant roar, hundreds of thorns had been broken.

"What should I do? Should I increase the amount of power extraction?" The elf mage led by the leader was extremely nervous to solicit opinions from his colleagues. After all, the strong men followed Rog to Dresden. Once Amoro really broke free, it would be a catastrophe for the entire Oracle City.

"Idiots! What should I do?" Amoro suddenly roared: "Enable invisible magic to build the entire city! Wake up all the soldiers to guard this temple!"

The Elf Mage was shocked immediately. These suggestions should not be spoken out of Amoro's mouth anyway.

A strange feeling suddenly passed through the hall, and several elves wizards were on the ground and were not awake.

The grey-robed and black-haired Feng Yue was floating in from the entrance of the hall, rising slowly, and finally standing in front of Amoro. This time, a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The huge and ferocious Amoros had completely disappeared at this moment. It whispered: "The powerful other world exists. Your power is enough to impress a higher demon like me. I am willing to make a soul contract with you from now on. According to the tradition of the demon world, being able to serve the strong is also a kind of glory..."

Feng Yue ignored it.

The next moment, the magical light of the entire Oracle City was extinguished.

At this moment, in the Grand Duke's Mansion, the guilty fat man dared not look at the holy and solemn Mora opposite, he could only wait for Mora to explain his purpose.

"Arrival?" Roger was shocked, but Mora was not here to pursue his blasphemy, but he still let down his mind.

"Yes." Mora nodded, "The oracle said that a successful arrival requires a talented and in line with the goddess's will. After thinking about it, only Lord Rogge is capable of completing the goddess' oracle, so he arrived overnight."

This is indeed Roger's strengths.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It is difficult to see whether a baby has talent. As for whether it fits the goddess's wishes, it is even more difficult to say. So it is definitely not possible to choose less. This is not difficult. Since there is no time requirement in the oracle, we must prepare more and strive to get a few thousand more babies to pick up the goddess."

Mora reminded Rog: "The oracle only says it is a baby, and there is no limit to it as a baby girl."
Chapter completed!