Chapter 7 Redemption (IV)

Xius was stunned, and then couldn't help but smile and said, "The great elves whose power was so powerful that the gods were unable to be freed from the Book of Hilo. I really didn't expect that you would have broken through the cycle of page seven using this method."

Effier squatted down and kept searching through the pile of magic materials beside her feet, saying, "I was so weak at that time, and it was only a matter of time to recover from this deceitful book. But who wrote this book? Although I could feel the breath of the great Hilo from above, he would definitely not write the book like this. This is completely harmful to people!"

Seus was silent for a long time before sighing and slowly said, "Effier, the Book of Hilo is indeed not written by Hilo, but the one who wrote this book is a great existence that is not inferior to Hilo. He is one of the twelve Lords of Heaven, who transformed into a billion, lies and fraud. The Lord of Hilo wrote this book, but it is not for us ordinary people to read. The Book of Hilo, as the name suggests, was specially prepared for the great Hilo, and it records it all.

The mystery of all planes. At least, it is all the mystery that the twelve gods of heaven could master at that time. If the Book of Hilo is an endless sea, then the information that we ordinary eyes can read is just a small drop of water. However, this knowledge alone is enough to increase the power of the great elves at that time, thus creating a miraculous elves empire. Many creations at that time, in today's view, are miraculous existences!"

Effier said oh, she had picked up a lot of magic materials and piled them on the red crystal platform randomly. This direct and beautiful elf is good at everything, but she likes to throw things around, not as neat as other elfs at all. Effier wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked, "Then, isn't this billionaire helping Hilo?"

Seus smiled bitterly and said, "In a sense, it is indeed the case. The first six pages of the Book of Hilo are all the secrets of the gods. Even if they can read six pages, their power will not fall into the new gods. The last page of the Book of Hilo is the essence of the book. It records the main god's understanding of the space plane, which is completely power that we cannot imagine. The existence that can read the last page will instantly obtain is enough to exceed their original understanding. Moreover, the stronger the power of the body, the more power it will get, and the more you will think that everything is already in your own control. The more they use this power, the more power they absorb from the Book of Hilo, and the more powerful the body will be. This cycle will be endless."

At this time, a piece of azure crystal was constantly deforming in Effier's hands, and finally formed a small crystal hammer. She waved the hammer, took a piece of flame Aojin, and knocked out a piece of shoulder drums in a few strokes. She took the braces and looked left and right, obviously very satisfied, so she threw them aside.

Effier seemed very tired. She stretched her body and looked at Seus, saying, "Then why did you hand over the Book of Hilo to him? The real power he mastered was not low at that time. Aren't you afraid that he would enter the vicious cycle of power like those big elf kings from now on, and he could no longer extricate himself?"

Effier's forehead was covered with large and crystal beads of sweat. She put down her work, tied her long blonde hair, tied her ponytail behind her head, then stared at Sius and said lightly: "Can't you do anything without hope? Isn't this ceremony you are holding now also has no hope at all?"

Seus smiled and said, "That's true."

Effier started to work hard again. She suddenly sighed softly. The elf girl who had always been cheerful and optimistic, but never knew what melancholy was, also had a hint of sadness in her voice: "Anyway, he can't leave, so what's the point of leaving alone?"

The scenery of the secret realm is endless. Although it is beautiful, if you see it for too much, you will gradually feel tired in your heart.

Almost without looking out the window, Augustus knew that there must be a blood-red sunset outside. The evening scene of the secret realm is perfect, and such a pure and beautiful evening scene can't be seen anywhere in the mainland. However, any changes in this evening scene are already in Augustus' heart. He even knew that after a while, a very bright yellow color would pass through the sky, and the clouds would stretch into thin veils for half a day, and then under the Sun, the themes formed by purple, red and yellow are constantly changing. Tomorrow morning, there will be faint clouds in the sky. When the morning sun rises, the wind will clean the clouds and give the secret realm a clear blue sky.

Augustus' breathing became a little heavier. In an instant, he felt that he was almost crazy! This endless repetition turned out to be such a terrible punishment! He deeply missed the days when he fought on the mainland. The mainland was incomplete, and there was no scenery that could be more magnificent than the secret realm.

However, the mainland is even more unknown.

Augustus could watch the sunset and the moon rise with anticipation, and watch the wind pass by the trees, and he could not predict the changes in the next moment. For the Blood Angel, every unknown change is so exciting.

As expected, a breathlessly beautiful bright yellow color passed outside the window as I remembered. But such a beautiful scenery was like a little spark in Augustus's eyes, which was enough to ignite all the anger in his heart.

Augustus' fists clenched unknowingly.

"Augustus, your heart is restless, and this is not a good thing."

The voice was old, weak, intermittent, but it was like a thunder in the ears of the blood angel! In front of this thunder, the world was completely silent, so quiet that there was no sound!

The Blood Angel was frightened and quickly calmed down the irritation in his heart, and said respectfully: "I don't know what's going on. I've been completely patient recently and it's becoming more and more unbearable to endure endless repetitions. But don't worry, I will overcome the emotional fluctuations. This body has long been conquered by me and will not cause any trouble for me in the future."

The sunset fell softly through the high floor-to-ceiling windows. He was almost half lying in a high-back chair, looking listless. At this moment, the old man who almost held the highest authority of the entire continent was no different from those of the southern seaside towns who sat at their doorsteps in the evening and quietly enjoyed the setting sun.

They are as peaceful and peaceful as the twilight as the night comes.

"No matter how many beautiful things are repeated, they are still beautiful. Augustus, your annoyance is not because of your body, but because of your thoughts."

In the deepest part of Augustus' soul, a chill slowly emanated, which was a bone-broken cold! His voice was still calm, and he said, "Dear Pope, I don't understand what you mean."

The Pope moved his body, and such a simple movement made his breathing heavy, so his words were a bit intermittent: "Augustus, from the day you were reincarnated in this plane, your destiny was destined. The difference between them was just a little earlier or later."

Augustus said respectfully: "Yes. Whether it is reincarnation or coming, our bodies are branded with traces of this plane. Therefore, when the Day of Judgment comes, we will also be washed away, restored the original energy, and return to the glory of heaven. Angels are servants of the gods. This is our destiny and our glory."

"Is it glory..." The pope sighed softly and said slowly: "Every existence has a different understanding of glory. It seems that your belief in glory is changing!"

This time Augustus remained silent. There was a slight tremor on his fingertips, which was completely unimaginable for the powerful blood angel. However, the waves in his heart were too fierce and had already shattered all his defenses. How could he have to control his external body?

what to do?

Augustus asked himself repeatedly, and in his heart, the question quickly turned into a cry!

Do it?

He was asking himself again.

But the answer is very obvious. The Pope who can use the great prophecy freely is the incarnation of the Lord God in the world. The brilliance of the angels comes from the gods. Once Augustus takes action, the Pope who seems to be able to sleep forever may have a little thought, and he can strip away all the brilliance from him.

Just like Ophiroc on that day.

Augustus suddenly felt a moment of powerlessness. He let go of his hand that he had clenched unknowingly and said calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty. I am confused, annoyed and even fearful, because my concept of glory may have changed. I know that I am deviating from the gods. Punish me, I am willing to return to heaven."

The pope smiled, and the laughter led to another violent cough. When the breath subsided, he said, "Punishment? Judgment Day is coming. Punishment or reward is the right of the gods. All we can do is choose and wait. Augustus, choice is right and courage. You go, we don't need anything else to do now. You just have some time to think about it yourself."

Augustus agreed in a deep voice and turned around and left the Pope's prayer room. His hand paused for a moment as he opened the door.

Augustus suddenly discovered that since he came to this plane, thinking was the least thing he did.

The door is open.

It was not opened by Augustus, it opened itself. What appeared behind the door was Roger.

At this moment, Augustus and Roger looked at each other for a moment. However, the two of them were very indifferent to each other's existence, without greeting, and even calling each other, and passed by.

The person inside the door walked out and walked in outside the door.

The door of the prayer room was closed. Augustus was the only one left in the deep corridor, and the sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the empty temple of light. At this moment, Augustus suddenly had an illusion that it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world.

A strange emotion appeared in the blood angel's heart, which was loneliness and confusion. At this time, he remembered the calmness, firmness and persistence that he saw in Roger's eyes when he met him just now.

That's something he doesn't have.

The Blood Angel speeded up and quickly left the unbearable corridor.

The prayer room was shining with sunset. Rogue stood beside the pope, and the old and the young looked at the sky quietly until half of the red sun quietly sank into the distant mountains.

The pope stared at the last rays of the sky and asked slowly, "Did you give up her redemption like this?"

Rog said: "Compared with the salvation of the heavens, I think this ending is more suitable for her."

"But this opportunity is very rare! You destroyed the mission of the Lord of War Setanistoria in the Demon Realm, and in exchange for Isaac's chance to salvation. I think you must be very clear about the price. Is it a pity to give up like this?"

Rog said calmly: "Of course I know the price. In this action, I have actually betrayed the heavens and betrayed the glory of Setanistoria, so I will inevitably be destroyed. And I have the glory given by Dismason, and no matter where I escape, I cannot escape the tracking of the heavens. But as long as I can untie the shackles on her body, I think this price is worth it."

The afterglow gradually dissipated and the prayer room became dim.

After a long time, the Pope in the dark broke the silence in the prayer room and said, "O Rogge, you have indeed turned against the glory of heaven and committed a great sin. But this is not irreversible. Your piety and the Lord of Destruction are very clear. If you can have the help of the Lord of Redemption, then your sins can be cleansed and you can still be redeemed."

Roger was silent for a while before saying, "No need."

"This is your last chance."

Roger smiled and said, "I know. But I know even more that she is very proud and will not want to see a me who lives in the glory of heaven. Although she can't come back now, I will do the things she originally wanted to do for her."

After saying that, Roger turned around and walked out of the prayer room.

"where are you going?"

“Qicinaco Mountains.”

In the darkness, the Pope slowly turned his head, looked at the door that was quietly closed, sighed heavily, and said to himself: "This child is becoming more and more like Rodriguez..."
Chapter completed!