Chapter 8: Set Sun

"I'm back."

This voice will echo in the dreams of many people tonight.

"Fatty, one day, will you fall in love with me?"

Froya sat in Roger's arms, hooked her hands on his neck, and looked deep into his eyes with her green eyes.

"Why not?" Roger said with a smile. At this time, his left half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his right half was dyed into a strange red by the bright light penetrated from the window.

"Go, it's weird if you believe me." Froya put her head gently on Roger's shoulder and sighed quietly.

The room gradually fell into silence. Roger gently stroked her soft blonde hair and stared at the bright red color of half of the sky outside the window, as if he was enjoying this rare silence, and as if he was thinking about something.

"Fatty..."

"Um?"

"Remember...come back alive."

Roger laughed and said, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Froya moved in his arms, put herself in a comfortable position, and murmured: "Because he is back, you are going to fight to the death again, right?"

Roger sighed and said, "Why can't I hide anything from you now?"

"Of course, people have heard his challenge declaration. But I tried hard to practice plane meditation and only recovered to level 13 magic. If you can help you, I really don't know what day it will happen." Froya said it so softly, as if she was talking about preparing a dinner for Roger.

Roger frowned slightly and said, "Strange, you shouldn't be able to hear his voice."

"I don't know, but I did hear it."

Roger was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "I know I'm overestimating my abilities, but I have to do something, so I can't scare you to death."

"Okay, I can't control you. But even if you want to work hard, you have to be more sure before going!"

The little fairy raised her head, looked at Roger's eyes, and suddenly laughed, "Actually, why am I doing to worry about you! Anyway, you are not trying your best for me. Let me tell you, if you don't come back alive this time, I will run away with Miro!"

The fat man was a little angry, moved, and a little amused.

He squeezed the little fairy heavily on her butt, and she let out a low cry, then said, "If there is a choice, who wants to fight to the death? Come with me, I'll show you something."

Froya stood up obediently, followed Roger all the way to Seus's residence. The fat man never politely to the old fox, and kicked the door open and walked in.

As soon as Froya went in with Roger, she saw the fat man suddenly turn around like a whirlwind, raised his hand and shouted softly. A light yellow magic light flashed in the air, and the underground dwarf appeared. It had been paralyzed, so it fell straight from the air in a whirlwind position, and slapped it hard to the ground with a bang.

The fat man walked to the door with a smile, raised the underground dwarf to his eyes, and said, "Little thing, why is it you again?"

"This is impossible! Even the gods can hide my hiding and stealth. How could you find it?" Gregory Chan was paralyzed and could not resist at all. It was shocked and frightened for a moment, and actually howled out the doubts in his heart with the words of the dragon.

The fat man smiled and said, "You can indeed hide it from the gods. Unfortunately, I am not a god, so you can't hide it from me. Do you understand?"

How could Gregory understand?

But in front of the fat man's silver eyes, Gregory suddenly felt a tremor. These eyes were so similar to Master Fengyue's. It was not afraid that the fat man would do it. At worst, the master's master would not make things difficult for him. What Gregory was worried about was whether Master Fengyue would also be watching this side. With Master Fengyue's omniscience and omnipotence, as long as he had the heart, it was naturally not difficult to know what it had said and done. If Master Fengyue said something he shouldn't say, Master Fengyue's current anger would be a real god's anger.

Thinking of this, the underground dwarfs were shaking more and more powerfully, throwing all the ambitions of acting as the mastermind behind the push of history out of the Nine Heavens Clouds, and forgetting the Yin-scavenging sword skills that have been initially practiced after several hard work.

The fat man laughed, shook his hand, threw the underground dwarf away, and said, "Forget it, I'll spare you again."

Sius stood in the room and watched this good show. It was not until Roger closed the door and then smiled and said, "Mr. Roger, your understanding of power is becoming more and more exquisite. It really opens my eyes, a useless old guy! Well, it seems that I need to celebrate for you."

The fat man came to Sius, grabbed the good tea he prepared for him, drank it all in one go, and then praised: "Good tea!"

A sharp look of flesh was clearly seen across Sius's face. The corners of his mouth trembled and he asked with some anger: "What's the good thing?"

"I'm not sure yet, I'll know if I have to drink another cup." The fat man picked up the teapot as if nothing had happened and poured another cup for himself. However, before the cup of tea reached its mouth, he intercepted a jade hand that reached out from the side.

Froya drank all the tea he stolen without hesitation, and then said: "Fatty, do you know what good tea is? It's really a waste of good things! Elder Xius's good tea is of course only a person like me who really knows how to taste tea should drink."

Xius smiled bitterly. If the thickness of his face could be divided by power level, then the pair in front of him would at least be the main god-level figures.

Seus coughed and said, "Since Lord Roger has tasted the tea, I won't celebrate it for you."

The fat man smiled and said, "Celebrate? What's the celebration? What's there to celebrate? I'm good at controlling magic, but can I compare power control with him? Don't joke. My control of power is too far from him, and absolute power cannot be compared with him. Do you think, do I have any reason to be happy about?"

Sius said: "Mr. Roger, the pursuit of power is quite similar to the secular struggle for power and profit, and it is hard to be impatient. Compared with you before, the speed of your strength improvement is already amazing. At least as far as I know, there are really few people who can compare with you in this regard."

"It's useless to compare yourself with yourself. Others won't wait for you to slowly cultivate your strength." The fat man said with a wry smile: "So I can only choose to take some risks."

Seus was stunned and said, "Mr. Roger, you don't want to..."

The fat man said, "I just want to eat scrambled eggs."

"But..." Sius finally hesitated and said, "I think the danger in this has been explained to you clearly enough. You must know that it already has its own consciousness and knows everything that is happening outside."

Roger nodded and said, "I know this is dangerous, but I am a man, so I have to do something, right?"

Seus sighed and led Rog and Froya to the inner room. He waved his sleeves and sprinkled a bunch of pinks with golden stars shining in the black. After a moment, a mysterious magic circle slowly appeared on the ground in the room.

This magic circle is not exquisite, nor is it very complicated. The rough lines and simple and powerful magic talismans gave Rogue a feeling that it must be a very ancient and strange magic circle.

But the fat man did not recognize the symbol that constituted the magic circle, and the reciprocating flow of magic power among the various magic symbols was also constantly changing, which was elusive.

Fuluya is also a master in the knowledge of magic circles. She looked surprised and obviously knew nothing about this magic circle.

A moment later, a surging magic energy suddenly gushed out of the magic circle! After this wave, a small space door appeared in the room. Xius didn't say much. He bent down and first got into the space door shining with blue and white light.

Roger and Froya also entered the space door. The space door suddenly lit up, and a thick white mist sprayed out, and then disappeared. The room returned to its usual appearance, without any abnormality.

Behind the space gate is a strange space, empty, with only a simple altar in the middle. Around the altar is a light gray ground, and I don’t know what material it is made of. The ground is only a few dozen meters in radius, and then to the outside, it is a void.

The figures of the three happened to appear in front of the altar. Furoya looked around, her pretty face turned white, and she couldn't help asking, "Is this a parallel space?"

Seus nodded and said ashamedly: "His Highness Froya is indeed very knowledgeable. But I am not capable and have little savings at hand. I can only make such an extremely simple space to put some private things in it. Actually, you see, I can't even build a guardrail, so you must not go out of the ground. Once you fall into the turbulent space, even the gods will probably not be able to save you. Alas, it's a shame that such a simple place is incomparable to your Paradise Lost."

Froya's pretty face was pale and she was speechless, so she could only nod.

Roger turned a blind eye to everything. Since entering here, his eyes have never left the altar.

There was a misty magic mist rising from the simple altar, which was rich and heavy. The one floating in the center was the long-lost silver dragon egg.

Under the magical mist, the silver dragon egg emitted a soft and beautiful silver light throughout, and bursts of powerful aura emanated from time to time. As if he sensed Rog's arrival, the silver dragon egg kept shaking, and there were faint sounds of tender but angry dragon roars inside!

Roger had already used his mental power to detect that although the young dragon consciousness in the silver dragon egg had completely awakened under the seal of the altar magic, the eggshell was still clear and yellow, and it was still in the most primitive state.

On this altar, the young dragon's soul is as if it is imprisoned in an eternal prison. It can feel but cannot break free from the shackles of fate.

The fat man took a deep breath and began to step onto the altar.

"Master Rogge! You have also seen the condition of the dragon egg, so give up!" Sius called.

Froya stood in place, and Roger's figure was clearly reflected in her green eyes. In the blue waves, the fat man paused, then walked firmly to the altar and stood under the dragon egg.

Even without seeing any movements of the fat man to drive his power, his body strangely rose out of thin air and came to a place parallel to the dragon egg.

The dragon egg trembled violently, as if it was challenging and as if it was a demonstration.

The fat man raised his left hand and suddenly shouted loudly, inserting it into the dragon egg like lightning! The moment he broke into the shell, a clear dragon roar suddenly came out from the dragon egg, which was filled with joy!

Froya covered her face with her hands, turned around, and never dared to look at the altar again.

In the breeze that was inconsistent with the cold winter, the old pope stood on the long steps of white stone, looking into the distant sky. Beside him, as usual, was the serious blood angel Augustus.

Behind the Pope and the Blood Angel is a strange cathedral. Unlike other square churches in the Church of Light, this cathedral is extremely exquisite and complex. One layer after another is interlaced with countless angel statues, which interpret different celestial legends.

On the top of the church, above the angels and the gods, and at a height that can overlook the existence of countless planes, a statue of the god, which is the statue of the Supreme God!

Such a cathedral not only transcends all known temples in terms of exquisiteness, but also transcends all temples on the continent!

The cathedral is 1,000 meters high, which really makes people wonder, besides the unpredictable gods in the heavens, is there any race that has the ability to build such a temple that can only be described as miracles?

There was indeed such a race on the continent, that is, a thousand years ago, when magic civilization dominated the entire continent, with strong people emerging one after another, and every hundred years, an empire of a big elf king with the power of a demigod would be produced.

Elf Empire!

The predecessor of this temple was the Elf Empire that took hundreds of years to build the Elf Temple to worship Hilo.

During the Elf Empire, the statues around the hall were all elves kings, and the top of the hall was naturally the statue of the elves god, Hilo.

At this moment, with the obsolescence of the Elf Empire, this place has become a temple of light that worships the Supreme God and the Lord Gods of the Heavenly Realm, and the statues worshipped on the top of the temple have naturally been replaced by the Supreme God.

This may be the only statue of the Supreme God on the continent that appears in a concrete image.

However, the statue of the god has completely broken through the cognition of ordinary people. If a person looks directly at it, he will suddenly find that no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to see the statue clearly. Looking over it, he will be a vague piece and cannot see clearly at all details. But when he looks elsewhere, he will find the top of the Great Temple of Light from the corner of his eyes, which is a majestic and sacred statue.

If the fat man stood here, he would probably be shocked again, because no matter how he peeked, he would not find any existence on the roof of the palace. The only way is to directly view it with his eyes, but it is impossible to see the statue clearly.

But... the fat man had the opportunity to stand in front of the Great Temple of Light in some time.

The Grand Temple is built on a steep peak. The long white stone steps, which are thousands of steps, are extremely high and wide, are descending down the peak and directly into the thick fog. The strong holy light is like a waterfall, gushing out of the Grand Temple, and flowing down the peak, washing away the dirty and filth all the way until the sea of ​​fog that flows into the waist of the peak.

Around the temple, there are clouds and clouds. Above the temple, the sky is as clear as the sky.

Such a place is no longer just a mortal world, but it is full of God's majesty everywhere!

The Great Temple of Light itself, together with the unknown wide space around it, is also a parallel space like Seus' altar. It is just that one is extremely shabby and one is so grand that it exceeds the limit of imagination. That's it.

Even in the gentle gentle wind, the Pope seemed to fall down at any time. But he insisted on standing at the end of the long steps, as if he wanted to wait forever.

"Your Majesty, go and have a rest. He may have to come in a while." Augustus advised.

The Pope shook his head and gasped, "It doesn't matter, wait a little longer, he will arrive. This time, the Lord comes, and the great light shines on his body is the great light of the Lord God, and we must wait. This is the minimum piety."

Augustus nodded and said no more.

The Pope didn't wait long.

A little bright red suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and then it was like the bottom of the Tianchi Lake was leaking. Large areas of bright red gushed out from the broken parts in the blue sky, and half of the sky was dyed in a blink of an eye.

In that indescribable color, Achilles, this legendary angel of light, slowly descended from the air.
Chapter completed!