Chapter 2: Light and Darkness

Rog's heavy footsteps kept echoing in the empty hall, just like his messy mood at the moment.

The Pope stayed alone in the Gemini Hall at the end, and asked Rogue to arrange everything on his own. So Rogue slowly walked through the ten halls and once again looked at ten statues of purgatory angels. Even with the fat man's eyesight and insight at this moment, he could not see clearly what secrets contained in these statues.

All the detection results show that these are just ordinary statues without abnormal power. Although the materials used to make the statues are still unknown. However, after witnessing the refining process of Elicis and Orpherok, Roger did not believe this result anyway. This only shows that his ability is not enough to see through the secrets contained in these statues.

Ten halls, ten statues, and ten different tragic stories. Along the way, Roger seemed to have watched ten epic battles, and the heavy life of thousands of years was condensed in a moment, which made him feel a little breathless.

In Roger's heart, there was a bright color in the unbearable heaviness and sorrow. It was the little girl who was holding the Grim Reaper's sickle, floating in the air, silently following him. She lowered her head slightly, grabbed Roger's clothes tightly with her little hand, and refused to let go of anything.

Rogge slowly walked into the outermost hall and was slightly stunned. In the middle of the hall, there was a handsome and incompetent man standing, with his eyes hiding trillions of stars looking at him calmly. Six blue wings stretched out from behind him. Every time he blew the wings, countless stars that were sometimes bright and sometimes dark, slowly floating up in the rising light blue fog. The beautiful short hair of chestnut color also kept floating in the dreamy star fog.

Roger looked at the starry eyes that destroyed hundreds of high-level mages, and then looked at the six sky-blue wings silently, and finally smiled bitterly.

Andre Oli smiled slightly, and stepped across the entire hall in one step and stood in front of Rogue.

"I am Andre Oli, my Lord is the great Lord Dismasen." His voice was clear and soft, and it sounded extremely pleasant. To Roger's surprise, he was talking, rather than communicating with spiritual fluctuations like some powerful beings.

"Rogue." The fat man finally said.

Roger did not believe that the Six-winged Angel, who was staring at him on the battlefield that day, would not know his situation, so he simply replied.

As if attracted by Andre Olyri's fantastic wings, the little girl suddenly floated out from behind Rogue and grabbed the sky blue wings. Her movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, and a trace of silver light was wrapped around her white and tender little hands. It was completely different from her tender appearance. The little girl's casual grab was enough to make the powerful people in the Holy Realm retreat.

Roger hurriedly reached out and took her back to her arms. Her grabbing naturally left her empty space. However, Feng Yue still seemed to be unwilling to give up. The Death Scythe instantly changed from her right hand to her left hand, and then slashed at Andre Oli's wings.

Roger smiled bitterly, and had to take off her Grim Reaper's sickle, put Feng Yue behind her back, and returned the sickle to her.

Andre Oli didn't care about Feng Yue's rude behavior at all, and just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it seems that this action has become her habit."

But Roger couldn't laugh.

Since tearing apart the angel's wings has become Feng Yue's instinct, how many cruel battles did she finally form such an instinct?

Andreoli stepped up to Roger and gently held the fat man's hand. Andreoli's hand was soft and crystal clear, as cold as ice. At the same time, he leaned forward and leaned into Roger's ear and said something low. The corner of the fat man's mouth immediately twitched slightly.

At this time, Andre Oli began to exude a blue light from his body, and his body gradually became transparent. He continued to walk forward, and like a gust of wind, it blew past Roger and Fengyue, and then turned into a wisp of star mist and disappeared.

Roger's brow frowned slightly. In the moment, a strange feeling spread throughout his body, as if Andre Oli, who had transformed into an invisible star mist, had passed through his body.

Roger slowly raised his right hand, and there was still the ice-cold feeling of Andre Olyri left on his hand. However, at this moment, a blue gem with a faint glow appeared in Roger's palm. Through the crystal clear surface of the gem, you can see many stars slowly rotating inside.

The fat man thought for a while, then raised his hand, swallowed the gem, and led Feng Yue to open the black crystal stone giant gate of the hall.

Augustus was still waiting outside the gate. Seeing that there was a little girl behind Roger, he said in surprise, and said, "Your Majesty has prepared a residence for you. You can rest tonight. From tomorrow, you can work hard to spread the glory of the Supreme God. Come with me!"

Rogge remained silent and walked away with Augustus.

It's late at night.

The cold moonlight fell gently on Roger through the high floor-to-ceiling window. The fat man changed into a black pajamas, lay on his back on the bed, looking at the beautiful night outside the window, thinking. He no longer needed sleep, but now Xiao Fengyue is sleeping well, so the fat man can only stay in the bed.

The little girl leaned on the fat man, her black hair was dripping like silky satin, and her small hands tightly grasped the fat man's pajamas, sleeping peacefully and warmly. At this time, she finally let go of the Death Scythe, who would never leave her hands for a moment.

Rogge withdrew his gaze from the window and fell on Feng Yue. He gently lifted up a wisp of Feng Yue's black hair and watched it slide from his fingertips as if it was silently drooping waterfall. Rogge was a little confused. There was extremely terrifying power in Feng Yue's tender body. Perhaps because of losing her divine nature and consciousness, she obviously didn't know how to use these powers. But even so, Feng Yue shouldn't need to sleep, so why is she so sleepy now?

However, seeing her sleeping so quietly, a trace of joy slowly surged into Roger's heart.

At this quiet and joyful moment, Rogge finally felt that he had found the meaning of existence from the heavy mountain of depression. In front of him, a ray of light suddenly jumped out of the vast and endless darkness.

The light rises and lives above, while the darkness falls below.

Although Roger is still walking in the dark world, he can already see the light when he raises his head.

Under the cold moonlight, the time in the room seemed to freeze.

A wisp of breeze gently brushed Roger's face. Although they were weak, they contained extremely sharp murderous aura, like sharp needles, poking Roger's nerves hard.

The fat man suddenly sat up and found that the room was covered with morning light. He couldn't help but be surprised. He actually fell asleep last night, and he had slept so late!

There were wisps of murderous winds circling in the room, and there would be faint scratches when the wind blew. These winds all rose from the sword of the Death Scythe.

Feng Yue had already gotten up, and she stood in the air, dancing rapidly, and when she danced to the fastest speed, she threw the Death Scythe forward with force. Once she left Feng Yue's little hand, the Death Scythe would suddenly subside, and then it began to become blurry, and some blades disappeared completely. However, the Death Scythe quickly became clearer and fell downward. At this time, Feng Yue reached out and grabbed the Death Scythe and grabbed the Death Scythe in the air.

Roger looked at it for a while and finally realized that she wanted to place the Death Scythe in a parallel space. So he stood up, caught the Death Scythe that fell again, and said gently to Xiao Fengyue: "Your order is wrong. You must first stabilize that space before you can put the sickle in."

After saying that, Roger waved his hand and the Death Scythe disappeared. Feng Yuexiu frowned, thought for a long time, suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the Death Scythe in the air, threw it hard, and threw it back into the void, then she showed a smile.

Rogge smiled faintly, reached out and patted Feng Yue's little face. He suddenly exclaimed, approached Feng Yue, and stared at her for a while.

The fat man suddenly realized that Xiao Fengyue seemed to have changed a little compared to last night. But after he looked, he could not find out where she had changed. He looked over and over again, and Xiao Fengyue stood quietly, letting the fat man look at it.

Roger suddenly understood where the change of Fengyue was. Fengyue was originally beautiful and had no scope. Now, compared with the first meeting, she is less immature and more beautiful and mature.

Just overnight, she actually grew up a little!

The fat man suddenly had a new understanding of the magic of the world and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. But the fat man was a little worried. Once an independent consciousness was formed in Fengyue's original body, would he have any conflict with the consciousness existing in the Purgatory Angel Statue in the future? But no matter what, it is always a good thing for Fengyue to grow up quickly.

Roger walked towards the door and said as he walked, "Let's go, Fengyue, let's go and ask for something."

Feng Yue flew over in response to the sound, and he grabbed Roger's sleeve tightly.

Two tall and handsome young warriors stood outside the door. Seeing Roger come out of the room, he saluted him slightly. Roger looked up and down at the two warriors, and instantly smelled the smell of heaven from them. However, it seemed that their power was not strong, and they should be the lowest-level reincarnation angels.

"I want to see the Pope." Rogue said lightly.

A moment later, the Pope's weak voice rang in the magnificent and gorgeous prayer hall: "Log, have you thought about the future path?"

Roger smiled and said, "Isn't there only one way? Then what else can I think about? But you can't let me harvest the souls of powerful beings in this way to spread the glory of the High God, right? There are some necessary things you should give me."

The Pope raised his head, and a rare smile appeared on his face full of time: "So tell me, what do you want?"

"People, money, goods, and power! No one can be left behind!" Roger said simply and neatly.

The pope smiled and said, "As for money, you will get as much as you want. As for things, the church of Light has accumulated hundreds of years, and several artifacts can still be obtained. It is easy to deal with people. There are still some talents in the church church, so I will give the church to you to preside over. Finally, there are powers, how much power do you want? You must know that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility you have!"

Without waiting for Rogue to answer, the Pope actually put the scepter in his hand in Rogue's hand!

The Pope said slowly: "Take it! From now on, as long as you do not violate the faith of the Supreme God, your decision will be equivalent to mine."

Every time Roger heard a sentence, the look of surprise on his face became stronger. He was just a lion, but he didn't expect that the Pope not only agreed to everything, but also gave him far more than he could think of!

It would be fine to use money and use magical tools, but what does it mean to command the entire church? What does it mean to hold the Pope's scepter? To a certain extent, the fat man's authority is almost the same as the real Pope at this moment!

However, the fat man immediately recovered, took the Pope's scepter, and said calmly: "Don't let Feng Yue suffer, I will come back soon with the soul of the strong! Where is the Holy Temple, I want to go and see it now."

"Rog, be patient." The Pope took out a piece of exquisite velvet paper from his arms and handed it to Rog, and said slowly: "Although I have given you the rights, you cannot harm any of the people listed here. And I remind you again that rights are a double-edged sword, which is likely to hurt yourself. You need to remember that from now on, every decision of yours will affect her destiny. Go, Augustus will take you to the church."

Roger glanced at the list in his hand, sneered, then squeezed it hard, and the flames rising in his palm instantly turned the list into ashes, and then said coldly: "I will handle everything well."

The independent space where the Great Temple of Light is located is actually very vast. A hundred kilometers behind the Great Temple is located a steep and majestic mountain. The mysterious temple that has cultivated countless powerful warriors and high-level mages over the past few hundred years is built in this mountain.

The majesty and grandeur of the church far exceed Rogue's imagination. This is a huge complex with ivory white as the main color. In terms of its absolute scale covering half of the mountain, the church is even larger than a medium-sized city in the human country!

The main hall of the church is dozens of meters high, and a row of moon-white stone pillars that require several people to embrace are carved with miracles of the gods. When Augustus, Roger and Fengyue fell at the main entrance of the hall, several interns came over and bowed to Augustus humbly. They were all very young, and one of the girls even secretly glanced at Roger and Fengyue behind him, with curiosity in their bright big eyes.

In a moment, several figures flew out of the main hall of the Holy Hall, landed in front of Augustus, and half-kneeled humbly. Augustus pointed to Roger and said to an old man in charge: "According to the Pope's order, Lord Roger will be the Lord of the Holy Hall from today. All affairs in the Holy Hall must be carried out under the instructions of Lord Roger."

The old man seemed shocked, glanced at the fat man, and said to Augustus: "Rog? He, is he not the pope of the Holy Church, the most notorious pagan, the devil crawling out of the abyss?"

Augustus said coldly: "Lord Roger has converted to the Supreme God. This decree was personally given by the Pope and given the Holy Light Scepter as evidence of Lord Roger. You need no doubt."

"Yes, Lord Augustus." said the old man.

Augustus said to Rog lightly: "There is a portal to the eleven great temples in the sacred temples. You can go where you want to go. I won't go in, so please do it yourself!"

After saying that, the Blood Angel spread his wings and slowly emerged from the air.

Roger reached out his hand like lightning, grabbed the little hand that Feng Yue grabbed the blood angel's wings, and watched the blood angel's figure disappear at the end of the sky. Then he turned around and looked at the several administrators of the church, and smiled and said, "All up! Please rest assured that from now on, the church will walk out a completely different path in my hands."

After saying that, Rogue walked into the main hall of the Holy Hall with his head held high. When he passed by the leaders of the Holy Hall, he pulled Feng Yue in front of him and asked her to reach out to the old man's small hand and grabbed the sky.

The hall is magnificent and gorgeous, with a row of decorative armor standing on both sides, and the four walls are hung with various weapons and magical equipment. At the end of the hall is an altar.

Rog ignored the surprised gazes of the sacred temples or the sacred temples in the hall, held the Pope's scepter of the Holy Light and walked directly to the altar. The fat man looked at the symbol representing the gods in the heavens floating above the altar. He saw that the symbol represented neither the supreme god nor the Dismasen, so he waved his hand and called a chair and placed it on the altar, and sat on it himself.

At this moment, there were dozens of sacred temples in the hall, all of whom were stunned and looked at Rogue in disbelief.

Roger snorted, pointed at the three young churches with the scepter of the Holy Light, and said, "You, you, and you, go and call me all the churches here! Let them know the new master of the church."

The fat man saw that among the several sacred stewards who followed in, there was a young female wizard. She looked in her twenties and had a very elegant and beautiful appearance. So he pointed at her with a scepter and asked in a lustful way: "What's your name?"

The female mage looked shocked, and although she was extremely reluctant, she could only force herself to say: "My name is Roy."

Roger nodded and said, "Very good. Roy, you can follow me in the future! Now, how many people are in the temple? More details!"

She looked pale, but when she thought of the strict hierarchy of the church and the church, she still had to say: "At present, there are 9,100 children in the first training camp of the church, 2,400 trainee samurai, 300 formal templars, 70 samurai specializing in military strategies..."

Roger waved his hand impatiently and said, "There is no need to say these guys who make up the numbers. Just talk about how many holy realms there are in the temple and how many great magicians at the level!"

She glanced at the old man beside her and said, "You need to ask Master Xinda about this."

Roger's eyes turned to the old man, and seeing him hesitate and his eyes gradually became sharp.

Xinda almost got together, but in the end he could only say helplessly: "Lord Rog, according to the human standards, there are currently five holy domains and three combat mages who can cast level eight magic in the temple. Most of them are instructors of the temple."

Roger's eyes swept across the hall. At this time, the churches received notifications and rushed into the hall. When they saw Roger sitting high on the altar, they were shocked, confused and even fearful in their faces. Most of these formal church members participated in the decisive battle that day, and they were still scared of Roger's unpredictable and ruthless massacre methods. Even a few who did not participate in the war could recognize Roger's number one enemy, based on their magical portraits.

Why did he transform into the Lord of the Holy Temple in a blink of an eye?

Things in the world are so magical.

These holy temples suddenly felt that even if the Lord God of the Heavenly Realm and the Abyss Demon walked in with embrace and embraced like brothers, they would not feel so surprised.
To be continued...