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chapter one nothingness

Chapter 1 Nothing

"ah!!"

A painful roar echoed through the palace in the dark. Then there was a harsh metal collision and friction sound, mixed with gentle female laughter.

The painful screams gradually subsided, and were replaced by heavy and difficult gasps. These gasps were filled with trembling sounds, which sounded like a broken bellows.

The gentle laughter sounded again. This time, without the interference of metal friction, the laughter seemed much clearer. The laughter then turned into a cry of pain, but even the moan of pain was filled with a faint seduction of crime.

The hall is high and empty. Although there are more than a dozen huge magic torches erected on the ground in the center of the hall, the jumping flames cannot reach the top and edge of the hall. Against the backdrop of the swaying flames, the picture of the miracles of the gods in the heaven is light and dark. For a moment, the gods and angels painted inside are resurrected and stare at the center of the hall with ferocious faces.

A strong smell of blood was scattered in the far-reaching hall.

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 was a naked man, with a steel nail passing through his hands and feet, and he was nailed to the steel platform.

There was also a woman in costume standing by the steel table. Her sleeves were rolled up high, revealing her skin as snowy as she was. Every movement seemed so gentle and elegant, no matter what she was doing.

"Art! This is real art!" The woman exclaimed with emotion, staring at the man on the steel stage for a long time, then flipped her wrist and showed off a small and delicate dagger, slowly slashing the man's chest.

The man's chest had been cut open, and the wound looked a little white, and the blood seemed to be draining, and only some transparent liquid was still slowly oozing out. His sternum was also cut off, revealing the internal organs below that were still slightly squirming.

His heart was still beating strongly.

And the dagger was slowly and firmly piercing into his heart!

The heart suddenly jumped, twisting constantly, 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, and almost leaned over the man. She used all her strength to finally cut the heart into two parts.

The man trembled all over and let out another painful roar. He clenched his fists and suddenly smashed the steel platform hard. A powerful force rushed from the woman's feet, causing her to exclaim, and fell to the sky and fell heavily to the ground. After such a violent movement, the man's wrist tendons rubbed against the steel nails, and the wound suddenly became much bigger.

The woman then stood up, sorted out her somewhat 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 you a few more nails. Roger, in fact, you know that all the resistance is in vain, so why bother to put that effort? I will let you go today when I get tired of playing. You are a very smart person, why do you have to do such stupid things these days?"

It was Roger who was nailed to the steel table. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the woman's close to perfection, and spat with all his strength. However, his entire throat had been cut open at this moment, so he could only spit it.

The woman took several huge steel nails, and carefully identified the patterns engraved on the steel nails through the magic fire. Finally, she chose a steel nail coiled with a long dragon, and a steel nail with seven angel wings. She took out a small hammer surrounded by purple light, and nailed the huge half-meter-long steel nail into Roger's elbow one by one.

Her snow-white arms looked slender and tender, and the waving hammer was as delicate as a toy, but every weak and weak hit she would make a loud noise. With the harsh metal rubbing, the steel nails sank for several minutes.

After finishing the two steel nails, Roger lay on the steel platform, leaving only the hard-working force, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Wow! A pot of milky white liquid with a strong sacred and life breath poured on Roger. These liquids had almost magical magic power. They were absorbed by Roger's wounds at an incredible speed, and then burst out thick and insoluble mist, sealing his wounds. The flesh and blood of Roger's wounds began to wriggle and began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless thin filaments were connected between the hearts cut into two pieces, and then slowly pulled together.

In the blink of an eye, Roger's body was intact.

"What a perfect work of art!" The woman's crystal-clear hands kept stroking the fat man's body, her eyes were astonishingly bright, and she kept admiring like a dream.

Roger recovered a little anger and said intermittently to the woman: "Catherine, don't bother with it, killing me directly...it will be easier."

"Kill you? Why do you want to kill you?" Catherine chuckled softly, and her hands kept stroking Roger's skin, saying, "After I kill you, it won't take long to revive your soul with the help of the soul! You are a master of the soul, and I am only interested in your body. Look, although I don't know how to explore the secrets deep in your soul, and I don't understand how to find the location of the soul's connection, but look, I can infer the existence of the natal demon box from the structure of your body alone. Isn't it also very powerful?"

The more Katherine said, the lower the voice became, the more hoarse it became. She slowly leaned on Roger's naked body, looked at Roger's eyes, and slowly said: "And your body is really a rare work of art! Every time you cut it, it will adjust the structure itself according to the damage it has suffered. Do you know that every time you cut your chest, the trembling expectation can make people crazy! You are really a master of creation! But Roger, can you still be considered a person when you transform your body like this?"

Roger closed his eyes and ignored all her problems.

Catherine's breathing slowly became heavier, and the fragrant orchid-like breath gently brushed on Roger's face, and the slender five fingers of his left hand were touching Roger's lips.

"Since I know that you have a natal demon box, how could it give you a chance to use it? Your soul will always be trapped in this body and endure endless pain. Even if I kill you by mistake, I have time to destroy your soul. So Rogue, you should give up all hope!"

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

After the things were put down, the grand prosecutor Franco, who was covered with a gloomy breath, strode into the room, lifted off the black cloth covering the object, and then was stunned on the spot.

Under the black cloth, there was a piece of cold ice that sealed the ice that happened in the battlefield that day.

There was a long battle spear in the ice, and the gun was standing slanted with two people of different postures. One was a purple armored Bauhinia butterfly full of purple armor, and the other was a tall magic swordsman. The magic swordsman seemed to be trying to protect the Bauhinia butterfly under his body, and there were more than ten swords inserted on his back. These swords were blocked by him with his thick armor and wide back, but his flesh and blood could not stop the extremely fierce battle spear.

Judging from the style, this battle gun is a special weapon of the temple.

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

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

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

After saying that, Franco turned around and walked out of the room without looking back.

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

The mountains here are still green and the water is still clear. The several waterfalls flowing down from the peaks are also magnificent. There are butterflies flying among the flowers and birds hovering in the sky, together forming a beautiful picture that is unrequited.

However, because it is so beautiful and over-perfect, these scenery always makes people feel like they are looking at the scroll. And paintings are lifeless.

The Temple of Light is still majestic, and its whole body exudes a strong holy brilliance. In the holy brilliance like smoke and fog, dozens of angels float in the air, floating slightly in the gentle wind.

There was no expression on every angel's face, and his posture did not change. Only the occasional flapping of the wings behind him would show that they were not a completely lifeless doll.

The angels' duty is to protect important figures in the Great Temple of Light. However, the light emitted in the temple actually improved their abilities in multiple ways, and even these low-level angels who could not have wings could temporarily have wings. From this point of view, it is not known whether the angels guarded the temple or the temple protected the wings of the angels.

At this time, the bell rings in the secret realm, and the two doors of the Temple of Light, dozens of meters high, slowly opened. From the door were the Pope and the Blood Angel Augustus.

The Pope's steps were difficult and slow, and it seemed that it was possible to fall to the ground at any time. However, the angels in the sky bowed to the Pope to pay tribute to him.

The Pope slowly raised his head and looked up at the blue and distant sky. In the pope's dim eyes, there was no projection of an angel at all, and the secret realm in which the Grand Temple of Light could not leave any trace in his eyes. In these eyes, there was only a large area of ​​colorful light that flickered and dark.

Augustus immediately half-kneeled behind the Pope humbly and lowered his head. He had seen the Pope's eyes and knew that if those extremely brilliant lights slowed down tens of millions of times, it would be the birth and death process of countless planes.

The longer he followed the Pope, the more Augustus felt that he could not see through this old man in his twilight years. The Blood Angel could not understand why the Pope could have such unpredictable power with a human body.

Quietly, the blood angel's long hair suddenly floated up and then broke into several pieces.

Knock! Augustus stood up and pulled out his long sword from his waist like lightning. His wings were instantly displayed! He looked up at the sky, looking for the terrible and unknown enemy.

However, what greeted him were countless broken limbs and broken wings! They were the body and wings of the angel! Just as Augustus raised his head, dozens of low-level angels guarding the Great Temple of Light were actually killed in the air!

In the bloody rain, only the Pope stood tall and remained as motionless as a mountain. Once the flesh and blood wings sprinkled on his head entered an invisible area around him, they would disappear without a trace.

The Pope stared at the slowly falling in the air, and the unparalleled woman sighed heavily before slowly saying: "You, you really shouldn't have come out of the kingdom..."

Her black hair was already messy, and the brilliance of her wings behind her was no longer the same. There were even several scars in her icy and crystal-clear neck. There were still several gaps on the huge blade of the Death Scythe, and the golden blood was slowly dripping along the slender five fingers holding the sickle.

Only those silver pupils are still as peaceful as before.

Feng Yue said lightly: "How can I not come?"
Chapter completed!
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