Chapter 4: The Earth

A faint morning light quietly scattered in every corner of the secret realm, looking out from the white stone pillars in the corridor, the mountain was filled with temptingly bright and gorgeous colors.

Although he knew that these beautiful scenery was not formed naturally, Roger still felt a sense of joy in his heart. At this moment, his face was pale and his feet were floating. If the fat man had not seen the power of the holy flames in the heavenly world through the giant flame sword left by the force angel, and converted all the power in his body into sacred attributes, how could he have gained a foothold in the holy flame?

As long as there is a trace of darkness or death in the body, it will be like a drop of honey, introducing all the destructive powers in the holy flame into Rog's body.

Although the fat man's body is like a monster, the holy flames in the heavens are enough to easily dissociate the steel. Even if he can fight with the sacred power of the same attribute, how can the burning pain suffered on his soul be described in words?

Roger went along the way, and all the churches he met were respectfully saluted to him. Roger smiled and bowed back one by one. He knew in his heart that if these churches knew that they had lost all their strength at this moment, they would not know if they would immediately rush up and kill them regardless of the strict rules of the church. However, he believed that with the eyes of these churches alone, they would not see their own reality.

The fat man was like a very tired lion, walking among the wolves with his head held high.

In fact, even if the temples knew that Rogue was very weak, they might not dare to come up and take action. In that day's Dragon Slaying Battle, not only did the three dragons that had never been heard of before in the temples fell in front of Rogue, but the colorful dragon as beautiful as a god, which was as powerful as a god, also fell! Just at the last moment, the beautiful colorful dragon also gained an absolute advantage, and seemed to be about to kill Rogue!

Even the legendary dragon fell in front of this ruthless and innocent fat man, so what else can stop him?

After this battle, all the churches had a little more heartfelt fear in their superficial respect for Rogue.

While admiring the scenery, Roger walked to the front of his hall. At the main entrance of the hall, Qin Zhengzizhuo stood there, looking anxiously. Seeing the fat man moving forward slowly, a hint of joy flashed across her face, she directly assigned acceleration techniques and flight techniques to herself, and quickly rushed to Roger.

"Dear Lord of the Holy Church, you are finally here! Fengyue... Fengyue seems to have changed a little, I cannot be sure, but the breath in your room is completely different from before..." Qin still maintained the proper etiquette despite being anxious.

The fat man only heard the word "Fengyue" and his figure flashed immediately and had disappeared without a trace.

Outside the hall, Qin stood stunned for a moment, sighed heavily, and flew towards the hall. Everyone in the hall knew the importance of the little girl named Feng Yue in Roger's heart. If something really happened to her, the fat man would probably kill all the angels of the arrival. When Qin found that the breath in the room was wrong, she had thought of breaking into the door. But facing the two gates that appeared alternately with frost and green, she had tried her best, but she could not even get within five meters of the gate!

Qin finally decided to satisfy the fat man as much as possible. As long as he could not make excuses for the coming angels, she could give everything. Qin was puzzled by the Pope's decision, and dared not speak out about the fat man's mischief. She was the coming angel, and had used her identity to secretly pray to the gods and high-level angels in the heavens, but no matter how hard she tried, she had no response.

When Roger stood in front of the gate of his bedroom, the ice and green flowers that changed many times instantly disappeared without a trace, and the two brass doors looked completely different.

The fat man frowned, stood with his hands behind his back, and remained silent.

Silence.

A gentle wind blew in from outside the window, brushing the brass door, encountered obstacles, and broke back.

The two strong, heavy and history-old doors suddenly turned into extremely fine copper powder in the wind. Against the backdrop of the morning light, a faint golden mist filled the entire hall.

In the golden mist, two girls slowly appeared. Whether it was silver eyes or green eyes, they looked at the door that suddenly disappeared in surprise, and they did not expect this to happen at all. They looked at each other, and the surprise on their faces was instantly replaced by ice frost. They turned their heads and no one looked at each other.

Roger looked at the two girls silently, unable to speak anything.

He already understood why Qin was panicked. At this moment, Fengyue's breath was faintly visible, not the situation when the fierce murderous aura was overflowing a few days ago. Naifei began to faintly reveal green light, and she began to show a faint aura of power.

But none of these matters.

The fat man looked at Feng Yue and Naifei again. This repeated, as if it was endless.

Last night, it was a night when the fat man endured the Holy Flame burning and underwent the pressure of thousands of pounds of pressure. For him, this night was naturally very long. The long should be just a feeling, but at this moment, seeing Feng Yue and Naifei, the fat man suddenly felt that last night seemed really very, very long.

Feng Yue grew taller at this moment. If she stood on the ground, she would not be much shorter than the fat man. She looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and her childishness disappeared. The supreme beauty made Feng Yue look like she was shrouded in light smoke, like a dream.

On the other side, Naifie has become twelve and three years old, and her growth rate is even more amazing. She looks a little shorter than Feng Yue, and her face is still a little childish, but her appearance is extremely beautiful. If she grows up completely, she should not be much inferior to Feng Yue. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two girls is temperament.

The wind and moon are as cold as ice, both cold and proud. However, Naifei looks lively and cute, which makes me feel pity for you.

"Are you fighting again?" the fat man asked coldly.

The two girls shook their heads at the same time and firmly denied them.

Rogge smiled bitterly and habitually stretched out his hands to the two girls. As a result, the fat man's eyes burst into tears, Feng Yue rushed into his arms, and Nafei climbed onto his shoulders. But now they are actually quite big, and it is really difficult to shrink into the fat man's arms.

Roger looked at Feng Yue at a very close distance and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. Feng Yue seemed to have his mind grown up with his body, no longer the little girl who ignored everything in the past. She stared at the fat man blankly, and was also stunned, and she didn't react for a moment.

A small ball of ice breeze suddenly exploded in the hall, and the fat man let out a muffled groan and flew backwards. While he was still in the air, he thrust his body and then stopped in the air.

Feng Yue stood in the hall, her silver eyes turned to the side, as if she was afraid to look at the fat man. On the surface, Ning Ning was fixed, but her slender hands unknowingly grabbed the collar of her clothes.

Nefi, on the other hand, sat on Roger's shoulders in a big manner, with his long legs swaying around his chest, looking extremely proud.

And this is an excellent opportunity to show off your talents, so how can the poets let it go? So everyone stood straight and sang poetic protests with the high notes of the aria, which was really amazing. The noisy part was that Roger had been to the most lively market.

At this moment, the side door of the hall opened, and Roger strode to the middle of the hall, and looked up at the altar habitually. Seeing that the altar was neither the supreme god nor Dismasen, he stood directly in front of the altar. Burke had already inquired about the various habits of the new Lord of the Holy Church. At this moment, he immediately moved a heavy chair and trotted behind Roger.

The fat man snorted and sat down slowly. The forty holy temples immediately dispersed around and surrounded the main hall.

Seeing that the situation was different, the poets' emotions at the boiling point quickly cooled down. The hall was silent in a blink of an eye, and the angry poets' passion just like fire disappeared in an instant.

Roger glanced around for a week and saw all the poets looking at him, then he slowly said, "I am the current Lord of the Holy Church."

A buzzing sound immediately sounded in the crowd of poets. During this war, the Church of Light directly participated in the war, and the name of the Holy Church and the Holy Knights spread all over the world. The poets talked for a while, and then calmed down, waiting for Rogue's following.

"This time I call you all over to invite you to show your talents and learn. Each of you will write a few psalms praising the glorious Lord God Dismasen. We will select a few of the best psalms from your hymns and include them in the church's hymns. And the psalms who created these psalms will be recommended by me to join the church from then on and write hymns. Well, I don't think there is much more to say about the benefits of joining the church of Light. Anyway, it is definitely much better than you think. Of course, if any hymns written are too far from their past level, it is blasphemy."

The naked threat and temptation of the fat man made the temple frown, and except for a few, most of the poets shine with their eyes.

At this time, the waiters brought in paper and pens. Hundreds of poets rushed up and snatched the paper and pens, and scattered all over the hall, thinking hard. A few noble people looked at the swords of the temples, and were not allowed to pick up paper and pens, and sighed and pondered the poems.

The fat man stood up, but he didn't have the patience to try time with these poets. After instructing the temples to look up to these poets, he took the two girls away.

A moment later, Roger, Kate and Franco met at Helen again. This time, Fengyue and Nefi were stunned by the dazzling light, especially Franco, with an admiration on his gloomy face.

As usual, Roger asked Fengyue and Nefie to wait next door. As soon as he sat down, Franco asked, "I heard that you have recently ordered a search for poets everywhere. Why is that?"

The fat man smiled and said, "It is to write more psalms praising the Lord God Dismasen so that my subordinates can have some new tricks when praying. The hymns of the Church of Light remain unchanged for hundreds of years, and the gods in heaven must have been tired of listening to them."

"Dismason? Why haven't I heard of such a master god?" Franco asked in confusion.

The fat man smiled and said, "Dismason's existence is unknown, but there is no doubt about his glory. As long as I can make him happy, no matter what he does in the future, there will be no big problem. Those who want to take the opportunity of prayer to sue me secretly will find that not to mention the Lord God, even the angels in front of the Lord God will not be interested in listening to what they say. This is called deceiving the subordinates and concealing the superiors."

Franco remained silent and sighed for a long time: "Rogue, I really don't understand you at all."

The fat man smiled and said, "Actually, I envy you very much. Some things are known more, the more painful it is. So it's better to know less."

At this time, Kate picked up a long sword, pushed it from the table to Roger, and said, "I have already told you about your words to Mr. Proses. He thought for a long time and finally asked me to bring this sword to you."

Roger picked up the long sword on the table, slowly pulled out half, and quietly looked at the blue sword body and the star chips that were floating out. After a long time, he sighed heavily and returned the blue starry sky to the sheath.

Kate frowned and asked, "No, Miss Androni, if he was really killed by Mrs. Catherine, then I see Mr. Proses's intention is that he does not intend to avenge this."

Roger was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Kate, please do me another favor. Go and tell Proses, and I said I wanted to meet him, invite him to the church and visit the hundreds of inheritances of the Church of Light."

Seeing that the fat man had returned to the temple early, Qin Weilu was puzzled. This day, Roger seemed to be doing nothing. She immediately saw Naifie and Feng Yue behind the fat man, and was immediately intimidated by their glory!

Roger ignored her and walked straight to his hall.

Qin lowered her head until Roger disappeared into the hall gate. Then she looked up and stared at the hall in a daze. Her mind was full of Feng Yue and Naifei's appearance. Her heart suddenly tightened slightly.

Roger left Feng Yue and Nafi in the room and entered the magic laboratory at the back of the hall alone. The magic laboratory specially prepared for him by the Holy Temple has three floors, with all kinds of rare magic materials in it. There are more than fifty magic apprentices and several sacred combat mages who are waiting for Roger's orders at any time.

When the fat man pushed open the door of the magic lab, a roar came to his face. Various colors of lights rose and fell in the laboratory, and the magicians were busy.

Roger was very satisfied. He went straight through the laboratory hall and came to a small laboratory hall that only he could enter. There was only one magic array in the hall, and energy of various attributes was gathering from dozens of magic arrays throughout the magic laboratory. In the center of the magic array, a small ball of extremely light red flames was jumping weakly.

Roger stared at the small flame, and his eyes slowly turned silver.

This is a little soul fragment of the flame tyrant Donk Bakara whom he fought hard to snatch from the space storm. In the world, perhaps only the church of the Light Church can have such human and material resources, which can consume unimaginable huge magic materials and slowly strengthen a soul fragment.

Roger slowly reached his hand to the fragments of Donk Baccarat's soul. The small red flame suddenly jumped violently, as if he was full of fear of Roger's hand.

Roger's hand slowly blurred, as if he had lost his entity, leaving only a faint shadow. This shadow was still changing, sometimes filled with silver light, sometimes shining with blue starlight. After the light and shadow changed several times, Roger finally held the flame!

A violent flame suddenly exploded in the room. When the flames dissipated, Roger stared at his palms, his face extremely solemn.

In his palm, a small green light was slowly wandering. The breath of this light was so familiar, after all, he had already had too many experiences of contacting it.

This green light contains the divine power of the goddess of nature!

Roger clenched his fists, raised his head, looked towards his bedroom, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He stood for a moment and suddenly strode away.

The next moment, Roger had already appeared in his room. He ignored Feng Yue and Naifie who were staring at each other, and went directly into the inner room and closed the door tightly.

A little green light slowly appeared in Roger's palm. He looked at the beautiful green light and showed a strange smile. When he closed his hands, he was about to rub it down.

At this moment, a figure passed by like lightning, snatching away the green light from Roger's hand, and then shrank to the corner of the house.

Roger didn't care how she walked through the closed door. He just stared at Nefie, who was huddled in the corner, smiled gently, stretched out his hand to her, and said, "Give it to me."

Nefi shook his head vigorously, hid his hands tightly behind him, his eyes turned green, and he began to look around.

But she could see Feng Yue at first sight.

Roger's hand was still stretched in front of her, but the warm smile on his face was slowly disappearing.

Nafi looked at Feng Yue's cold silver eyes, looked at Roger's firm hand, and finally met his cold eyes. At this moment, Roger's eyes turned into dragon eyes, while the other contained endless starry sky.

Nafi's eyes darkened, and finally lowered her head, slowly stretched out her right hand and spread her palm. Between her trembling slender fingers, it was empty, and there was no idea where the green light had gone.

"Obe obedient, Nafi. Tell me quickly, where did you hide it? Well, you must have eaten it, right?" Roger squatted down and stared at Nafi.

Nafi's head was getting lower and lower, her shoulders were slightly shaking, and her green eyes were already dripping. Hearing Rogge's question, her body trembled slightly, like a frightened kitten. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly wiped her eyes hard, and then stretched out her left hand that had always been hidden behind her.

There was a sharp dagger in her slender hand, and at this moment the dagger's grip was facing Rog.

Roger was stunned for a moment.

The dagger was trembling, and it was her hand holding the blade. There was another crystal drop of water, which fell into several small splashes of water in front of her feet.

Roger woke up in horror. He grabbed the dagger from Nefi's hand and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Nefi burst into tears immediately.

Roger sighed, gently stroked her soft blue hair, and whispered: "Okay, don't cry anymore. I don't care what you have to do with the goddess of nature, you... are always my daughter, my Nefi... Since I can accommodate the entire plane in my heart, how can I not tolerate my own daughter?"

Just after his comfort, Nafi cried even harder.
Chapter completed!