Chapter 3 Confusion

The ground floor of the main building is a hall with a height of more than ten meters. Crystal lamps are suspended in the air. Although there is no lighting fire, the exquisite crystals on the low-hanging tassels are sometimes reflected to the faint moonlight that occasionally penetrates outdoors. They flash by in the hall without light sources, like a soul wandering in the dark night. More than ten meters deep is a wide and luxurious rotating ladder, divided into two at more than twenty levels, circling up. The steps of the stairs are covered with velvet felt, carefully pressing them with metal strips.

Roger looked up at his target. There was no artificial light on the upper floor, and the rich breath of death merged with the darkness, covering the entire second floor, overflowing from the spiral ladder to the corner, like an invisible barrier to defend the goddess walking in the world.

He smiled faintly, the eyes of the kings were not as sharp as the guardian of the cemetery in the Dragon Tomb, which was something that had known long ago in the Death World. Roger silently jumped up the handrail of the stairs, then slid up silently, and stopped quietly at the corner. He flicked his finger gently, and then his figure turned into nothingness again.

A small group of dead souls suddenly appeared in the lobby on the ground floor, like flying insects without direction. Not only did they not float out of the door, but they walked into a crooked zigzag shape, hitting the crystal lamp in the air. The group of dead souls suddenly seemed to sense extreme danger, trembling in the bush, and then fluttered wildly up and down, left and right in a panic.

‘Did that guy Algra have another resentful soul run out? Well, but there are too many new souls today, so you can’t blame him. The old lich may not be able to get busy with it by relying on himself.’ While thinking about it, the Bone Emperor walked down the stairs to destroy the dead soul running around.

Finally arrived at the top floor.

Roger hesitated for a moment, repeatedly weighed the pros and constrained the matter between hiding and disguising, and finally made up his mind. In the blink of an eye, a graceful and noble figure emerged from the air. Her face gradually became clear, it was Mora!

At the end of the corridor, behind the two tall and thick oak doors is the goddess' temple, the end of this trip.

Mora walked silently along the corridor, and suddenly she stopped. In a room next to her that was not closed, Macbeth was sitting in a chair, staring at a floating light in front of her eyes, her face was unstable, and it was obvious that why things were struggling deep in her heart.

There was no protective measures in the room, but Macbeth had no intention of escaping. There was only the floating light in front of him, and he had no response to the outside world.

Morra took a step forward and finally arrived in front of the hall. She slowly pushed open the two heavy doors in front of her, revealing the mysterious hall inside.

All the furniture and decorations originally placed here have been removed, including oil paintings, decorations and tapestries on the four walls. The hall is now very empty, with a mysterious and beautiful coffin floating in the center. Although the angel with wings protecting the coffin cannot see his appearance, his posture of lying low and stretching his arms to embrace his face is sad and graceful.

The black-haired Audreh stood in front of the coffin with his back facing the door.

‘Mora, is there anything wrong?’ She said coldly.

‘Feng Yue…’ The trembling voice behind it is like a thunder that has never been seen in eternity!

Until Roger staggered for half a step, he shook a lot, as if he would fall again anytime and anywhere. Feng Yue gritted her teeth and finally reached out to Roger. However, the right hand that could penetrate everything seemed to be traveling through the most insurmountable obstacle in her life, and every step forward was so difficult.

But no matter how long the waiting is, there will be an ending moment.

In the short distance from shoulder to fingertips, Feng Yue seemed to have experienced countless reincarnations. Her slender fingers finally stretched unconsciously, almost touching Roger's body. And the fingertips trembled gently like the most delicate stamen of the cereus in the night wind.

Suddenly, the stamens no longer trembled, like the ephemeral cereus that was exposed to the morning light, firmly closing the petals into the buds.

Feng Yue withdrew her slender hands, stood up straight, raised her head slightly, and resumed her cold expression of being proud and indifferent to everything. Then, the vague figures of the three kings, Ban, Androni and Seus appeared at the gate of the hall.

But Roger did not see the scene just now. His eyes were closed, and a thin blood line flowed out of each corner of his eyes. Roger finally stood firm. He turned his head slightly, and staggered towards the direction of the coffin with his previous memory and sensing.

Roger stretched out his hand and stroked the coffin bottle carefully, and the angel with the wings protecting the coffin bottle. He was extremely patient and meticulous, and he did not let go of every inch. Although he could not see it, the hardness and coldness from his fingertips spread to the depths of his soul. The touch, the extremely familiar aura repeatedly told Roger that the angel with wings protecting the coffin bottle was the demon lotus.

Roger stood up straight and asked lightly: "How is the world of death?"

'Are you talking about the abandoned land? That world has been destroyed.' Feng Yue was shocked. She herself didn't know why she suddenly said this in such a sacred, arrogant and indifferent voice, and in Vina's tone. But the words were already spoken, even if she was really a god, she could not reverse the rushing river of time.

‘Then… what about Feng Yue?’ Roger turned around and faced everyone. His face with several blood lines looked very terrifying. Although his closed eyes could no longer see anything, he still seemed to have an invisible gaze scanning the souls of everyone.

‘Dear Kings of the Dead World, why do you appear in this world? Where is Fengyue? Since the Dead World has been destroyed, what is the end of the war between the kings, and where is Fengyue?’

Everyone looked at each other, and there was silence. Their eyes fell quietly on Feng Yue, who was standing in the air. Although Feng Yue did not condense a terrifying energy storm at this moment, a darkness suddenly rose from her position at this moment, enough to devour all darkness.

This is even more terrifying.

‘Is no one willing to answer me?’ Roger broke the silence.

'When the world of death was destroyed, Feng Yue went to challenge the hunter in the heavens alone...'The Black Warrior Emperor slowly said: 'She destroyed the hunter in the heavens and entered an eternal sleep. Before the world of heaven destroyed the world of death, the surviving kings came to this world together. This journey was very difficult. The oldest fire of wisdom took our ten thousand years of body as a boat to carry us to the other shore. And Feng Yue, now sleeps in the coffin behind you.'

The darkness that hid the wind and moon suddenly fluctuated violently, and then returned to tranquility.

‘Challenge alone…’ Roger smiled coldly and said, ‘You are really a group of noble kings…’

The Black Warrior Emperor was speechless for a moment. After a while, he sighed: "We all have the power of death. Only Feng Yue, who can control the sacred power, will not be afraid of the flame chariots of the celestial patrol. Therefore, only Feng Yue can challenge the celestial patrol.'

Roger was silent for a while and said nothing. He turned around and walked to the edge of the coffin bottle, stroked the coffin bottle for a moment, and then pushed it gently. The angel, who was protecting the coffin bottle, seemed to recognize his strength, slowly stood up, and his wings opened. The angel's hands held the coffin lid that was nearly half a meter thick, and flew upwards.

The coffin bottle was finally opened.

The darkness around Feng Yue's body that swallowed all the light dissipated at this moment.

Her figure of Zhuo Yue Ningli appeared in the hall again, but her back was facing the gate of the hall, and the strong men gathered at the door could not see her expression. In fact, even if Feng Yue turned around, they would not expect to see anything from Feng Yue's face.

Feng Yue has completely recovered her indifference, arrogance and peace, although there seems to be an invisible storm in the calm.

Feng Yue waved his hand, and the strong men retreated from the hall one by one. Two heavy doors slowly closed behind them, making a dull sound. The closed doors separated the light and sound inside and outside the hall, and also isolated the strong men's all sensing.

The strong men looked at each other and dispersed with thoughts.

As the thick coffin lid slowly floated up, the dim blue light from the coffin slightly illuminated the hall. However, Roger no longer needed light at this moment.

Roger reached into the coffin bottle and explored, then touched a warm and unsuspended liquid. He dipped a little liquid with his fingers and placed it on the tip of his tongue. The small drop of liquid kept changing shape on Roger's tongue, and even moved on its own. The tip of his tongue suddenly retracted and swallowed the drop of liquid.

Roger tasted it for a long time and asked, "Is this the blood essence of Bingyang Hailong?"

The cold and emotionless voice behind him answered: "Yes."

Roger's voice trembled a little: 'So, Feng Yue may still wake up?'

‘Yes. But the blood essence of Bingyang Hailong can only repair her physical trauma, but it cannot awaken her soul.’

‘How can I awaken her soul?’

‘At least one hundred thousand souls.’

Roger nodded and said, ‘No wonder…you need war.’

By the standards of this world, Roger himself is already a master of the soul. He knows that when a dying life is in a very strong relationship when it falls into endless darkness, this soul is extremely difficult to be subdued by the necromancer. The reason is that its power is too strong than the right state, so it becomes extremely unstable. War is undoubtedly the most convenient and fastest way to create a soul. People who die in war, whether they die from anger, sadness, terror or despair, will double the soul's power due to extreme emotions.

The dark dragon statue crouching on the four corners of the coffin bottle was used by the Lich Elgra to collect and refine souls. Although one of the statues was surprisingly weak for some reason, if there were enough souls, this defect could naturally be compensated.

As for the more casualties in the war, it is not within Rogue's consideration. Since the southern expedition has begun, Rogue will never let it stop. If one day he can really stay at the city of Maril, then there will be more than one million bones that pave this road of conquest?

Roger stretched out his hands and pressed them on the coffin bottle. The blood essence of the Ice Ocean Dragon in the coffin surged, and the sleeping Wina slowly floated up.

Roger's palm trembled slightly and touched Vina's face. He raised his head, his face slightly nervousness and expectation appeared, and he felt the touch from the tips of his ten fingers, and outlined her outline in his heart.

Roger swept his fingers and brushed his whole body warmly.

So, is that true?

Roger closed his arms slightly and hugged the sleeping Vina into his arms. The past and the romance and moon surged into his heart one by one.

At first, the broken skeleton standing in the magic circle...

Later, it was the little skeleton who could pretend to be dead...

Then there was the dying giant standing on the chest of the angry rock and hearing the question of "Since you have escaped the shackles of the contract and become an independent existence, why do you still obey...

And the figure of the abyss devourer resolutely cast into the piles of mountains...

When he escaped from Elgra's Dark Dragon Altar, he brazenly faced the wind and moon of the Lich Elgra...

When he returned to the world of death, he saw that even if he was desperate, he would quietly erase the soul seal and face the Feng Yue who was chasing the seven kings alone...

Roger's eyes were filled with severe pain, and the blood line rolled down again, and a trace of it flowed back into the ventricle, pulling the internal organs, like an invisible giant hand in the dark, grabbing his heart and liver in the palm of his palm, and drowning his soul like a mountain of sorrow.

At this moment, with a faint sigh, a coldness and softness came from Rogge's face. Feng Yue had stood behind him at some point, and her slender hands gently covered Rogge's face.

‘Do you want to see Feng Yue?’ In Roger’s ears, Odrech had never had a feeling voice. At this moment, something inexplicable suddenly appeared.

But Roger didn't understand, had no way to understand, and didn't want to understand.

Roger nodded, and then a strange feeling penetrated his eyes through the slender hand.

Although Macbeth has learned how to transform various forces into sacred powers, Roger's physique is still dominated by darkness and death powers. The sacred light that Feng Yue subconsciously activates was too strong and its attributes were incompatible, so the damage caused to Roger's eyes was extremely difficult to recover. Even with his regeneration ability comparable to a troll, he did not know when he would see the light again.

Although Feng Yue's power is mainly sacred power, she is also good at the realm of death and darkness. And if she knows Roger's power and physique, who can compare with her?

Her warm and moist power activates Roger's magic of darkness and death one by one, and later even begins to mobilize his mental power directly.

Under the nourishment of the wind and moon as the power of the spring rain, Roger's bloody eyes began to grow and quickly repaired the trauma. After an unbearable severe pain, she took back her left hand.

Roger slowly opened his eyes, and the originally endless dark world finally gradually lit up. What appeared before him was an extremely delicate peerless face, with the sleeping face lines as soft as water, condensed into a calm beauty. The clear spring passed through the stone without trace and caressed Roger's restless soul, and his tense nerves were relaxed due to the pressure of the goddess.

So that's it.

Has this woman been hidden behind the Demon Lotus?

When has the wind and moon grown so much?

It was such a woman who looked extremely delicate and weak, who carried him back from the brink of death again and again. And he was used to relying on her to save his life at the critical moment of life and death.

Roger suddenly remembered that on that day, the Bone Dragon Gregory once told him that Feng Yue was extremely dissatisfied with the growth of his power, and thought that he had been immersed in the fight for power and forgot to improve his own power, which was a very stupid act.

yes!

Roger never had a moment like before his eyes, longing for powerful power.

Roger looked at the woman in his arms deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her deep in his soul from now on.

He stretched out his hands and slowly put the sleeping woman back into the dark blue blood essence in the coffin. The angel transformed from the demon lotus in the air slowly lowered the lid of the coffin and protected the coffin bottle again with his wings.

Roger was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked directly at Feng Yue. At this moment, he still couldn't see any emotional fluctuations from those silver eyes.

‘What is the relationship between the three kings of the Dead World, the great Audreh, and you?’

‘They are serving me until the storm awakens the moon.’

‘That means that after the feng and moon awaken, they will no longer be protected by your wings?’ asked Rogge.

‘That’s right.’
To be continued...