Chapter 8 Judgment (IV)

The Marquis' tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

The air seemed to be filled with a faint mist, and all the scenery looked a little blurry. The giant sword of the Holy Flame also rose with a light red smoke, which was the smoke and cloud catalyzed by the Marquis' undry blood.

The angel still maintained the posture of stabbing the sword in front of the sword, with a look of confusion on his face, which was expressionless. He glanced at his companion beside him and saw that he was staring outside the door motionlessly, so he also turned his head and looked out the door.

Outside the door, there was a heavy mist in the night, and Roger's figure slowly appeared in the fog.

The angel stared at the fat, kind figure and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that I am the one who came to send you back to heaven." The fat man smiled with a sunny face and walked into the room in a square step. He glanced at the other angel, and his smile became a little evil again, adding: "I really didn't expect to see another light angel here. Although you can't compare with the light angel I've seen before, since you are so beautiful, I will definitely be gentle when I kill you later."

Compared with the sword-holding angel, this light angel appears much weaker and more beautiful. Their similarities lie in the cold expressions, the mechanics and the exquisite faces. In a sense, they are not like the legendary angels, but more like golems made of genius hands.

The power of the light angel looks far greater than that of the sword-holding angel, but the dominance of all actions lies in the hands of the sword-holding angel.

Hearing Roger's words, the cold expressions of the two angels did not change at all. The angel holding the sword said in a deep voice: "You have blasphemed the holy light in heaven..."

At this time, the Angel of Light looked at the corpse on the ground and suddenly interrupted: "Since you want to resist the heavens, according to the rules of this plane, you should help him."

Roger's smile grew stronger and stronger, and he looked at the corpse on the ground, saying, "Since he has faith in the gods in heaven, then he deserves to die. Isn't it a very reasonable but ironic ending to die at your hands?"

The angel holding the sword sterned his face, and the giant sword pointed at Roger's chest, and said in the voice of a mechanical tablet: "You have once again blasphemed the glory of heaven, and be prepared to be judged."

"Judgement? Wait for a moment, let me think about it..." Roger smiled and looked at his whole body with an ambiguous look that the sword-holding angel could not understand. The gaze seemed to be substantial, as if it had penetrated his clothes directly.

After watching for a long time, the fat man said, "...You have to let me think about whether angels will hurt. Ah! I remembered that angels will not hurt. Since that's the case, I will make you feel better..."

The murderous aura flashed in the eyes of the sword-holding angel, and the giant sword in his hand was strong, with wind and thunder, stabbing Roger's chest. However, the sword's edge had just advanced several minutes, and suddenly settled in the air. Then he looked up to the sky, and he couldn't stop a tragic roar that resounded throughout the night sky!

White feathers quietly floated in the Marquis' bedroom, and every feather was stained with golden flames. These flames were the blood of these angels.

At some point, Roger had already appeared behind the sword-holding angel. He grabbed the white wings with both hands, and his ten fingers were deeply trapped in the feathers and flesh, slowly pulling from the root of the wing to the tip of the wing. Wherever his ten fingers passed, the plump, beautiful, and soft brilliance of the wings were peeled off from the flesh and blood, revealing the white bones!

The sword-holding angel was trembling all over, but he always maintained the posture of stabbing the sword in front of the sword, and seemed to be unable to move. In the face of unprecedented pain, there was only a tragic roar!

The smile on the corner of Roger's mouth had turned into a grim smile, and his hands were waving faster and faster, tearing off the white feathers of the big bun and the flesh below!

In a blink of an eye, the wings had become two thin skeletons, and the angel's voice became much hoarse and deeper.

Roger flew up and kicked the angel to the ground, then waved his hand, and the giant flame sword came into his hand. He smiled again, twisted it casually, and twisted it into a steel bar.

The angel moaned and twitched. Just as he was about to get up, the iron stick with a roar fell head-on and smashed him to the ground.

The smile on the fat man's face had long disappeared, replaced by a grimaceful gritted teeth. He whispered and scolded, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth:

"Blasphemy? I will let you know now... what is blasphemy! There is still a good piece of meat here... Now it's OK! You shout to me again, how come you don't make a sound..."

Golden flames kept popping out of the rolling angels, but as soon as they showed up, they were extinguished by an invisible force. Therefore, the angels who should have been burned by the flames were unable to be freed, but they could only groan and turn and groan under the beating of Rogge almost as a gangster in the city.

The angel's moan gradually subsided, and Roger's hoarse growl and gasp was coming to an end.

Finally, it was quiet.

Roger stood in the room and looked up to the sky. At some point, two lines of tears fell quietly from his closed eyes. From this moment on, the war had begun. This was not his war, but since it was her war, then, it was his war.

The angel of light stood quietly on the side, looking at the bizarre face in front of him, as if he was already stunned.

Roger slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the angel corpses scattered all over the ground, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. He turned around, looked at the light angel still standing beside him, and said lightly: "Are you self-destructive, or do you want me to do it?"

boom!

The blazing flames rushed to a height of hundreds of meters, reflecting the entire Westwood as bright as daytime. The small town was filled with people, fleeing outside the city to avoid the fire. Such a huge fire not only burned all the ancient and brilliant Knights Academy, but also inevitably burned the entire city.

No one noticed that a lonely figure walked out of the raging flames and disappeared into the vast night.

When I see him, I will not see him, when I see him, I will not see him...

The monotonous voice kept echoing in Fuluya's heart. She sat on the top of the dangerous cliff, facing the endless night sky, the cold blue moon and the hanging stars, allowing the mountain breeze to blew the hem of her skirt. She supported her hands and her jaws, and her snow-white barefoots were hanging in the air, just looking at a magic rose that was as beautiful as a dream in front of her.

The petals of the magic rose flew out one by one, turning into a small beautiful magic halo, gradually disappearing in the night sky. In the little fairy's bottomless blue eyes, the magic rose is shrinking little by little until the last petal disappears in the wind.

Don't go to see him.

The little fairy let out a long breath, and a fascinating smile ripped on the corner of her mouth. She thought for a while, waved her right hand and another magic rose condensed in the air.

"Do it again..." she thought.

Seeing him, not going to see him...it starts again.

In fact, she knew in her heart that no matter how many times this ancient and simple divination was repeated, the result would be the same, because every magic rose she made had an even number of petals.

So the result of this time is that I still don’t go to see him.

Fuluya's mouth still had a smile, as if immersed in memories from the past. After a long time, her right hand gently waved and once again generated a magic rose. But this time, the magic rose that emitted a faint light floated in the air without any change.

Several more meteors flying around the stars that were not falling, and looking at the direction of their falling, it was the cliff where Fuluya was located. Looking at the several meteors coming quickly, Fuluya knew that she no longer had to worry about this problem.

Fuluya flew up, her hands as ice as snow, dancing with some wonderful rhythm, as if she was a night butterfly dancing sadly. With her movements, the magic of the vast space gathered wildly, and gathered around her into a faint storm.

The meteor flew to her in a blink of an eye and turned into three cold angels. The headed angel held a gun in his left hand and pointed at Froya with his right hand, and said, "A powerful magician, your power traits are acceptable to the gods, so you have the glory of converting to the Lord God."

Fuluya smiled sweetly, and the beauty in the moment seemed to highlight the mountains.

"Thank you, no need." she said.

This night is particularly long.

In this endless night, only the unfalling stars are getting brighter and brighter. From its light, new meteors will fly out from time to time and join the hundreds of meteors flying around the stars. In the meteors that are almost connected to a belt of light, dozens of meteors will wander out and fly to every corner of the continent.

Although this night is extraordinary, most parts of the mainland are still sleeping, such as a large prairie in the western part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The night wind gently blows through the long grass, and occasionally, a few night-moving beasts will run by.

But the tranquility of the grassland did not last long.

Several meteors fell like flying, turning into four full armored angels. They stood in the sky with a hundred meters, and looked at the entire grassland with substantial eyes. Wherever their eyes reached, all life stopped moving. The only thing these creatures that were moving instinctively could do was to express their awe with trembling.

The four angels searched repeatedly, but they looked nothing. The angels with bows in the head showed doubts and frowned and thought hard. After all, they were assigned to search here. For them, the existence of the assignment was unattainable and their power was completely incredible. It would not make mistakes. If they could not find the target at this time, the mistake must be with them.

The bow-holding angel waved his hand, and the four angels scattered and searched in one direction. However, they did not notice that just as they were scattering, a girl was walking on the grassland not far away.

Her long light golden hair flew in the night wind, her steps were as light as the wind, and she was calm and calm, as if she was just passing by here. Whether she was passing by or deliberately, the four angels not far away were completely unaware of anything.

The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at the four angels that had just dispersed. In an instant, a light blue flame had ignited in her eyes, and a fierce murderous intent flashed by!

The four angels were shocked almost at the same time and turned around and looked in the direction of the girl!

What they saw was just a sudden ray of blood-colored light, and then there was endless darkness.

The girl returned to her original tranquility and beauty, and walked calmly into the distance, just like just passing by here. In a blink of an eye, her figure was hidden in the night. Occasionally, her long, leaping light golden hair would flash in the distance, as if she was unwilling to hide in the darkness.

The night-moving beasts on the grassland all raised their heads quietly. They had not yet gone all fear and still dared not escape. They could only secretly look at the four burning holy flames in the sky.

The night is noisy again.

Lille was filled with crowds of people, and slogans were shouted everywhere. The whole city was reflected in the light of the day with hundreds of thousands of torches.

In this city that seems to have fallen into madness, only a large building in the west of the city remains in darkness and silence. This is the temporary headquarters of the Holy Knights.

In a large room on the top floor of the main building, Augustus was sitting in a chair, staring at the stars hanging high in the night sky outside the window. There were no lights in his room. Until he saw more than ten meteors falling towards Lille, the Blood Angel's face, which was full of traces of time, moved slightly.

At this moment, a gentle knock on the door rang out. Before Augustus could answer, the door opened and a young knight strode in.

"Lord Augustus, the prophet Rafalash is leading the fanatical Protestants toward this place! He said that you have fallen, joined the devil, and killed six prophets including Muller, who spread the glory of the Lord God. He declared that he would clear you for the gods in heaven. And..."

The young knight paused, hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice, saying, "...and many knights of the Holy Knights were bewitched by Rafarash and joined his camp, so we are now at a disadvantage in terms of numbers."

Augustus smiled lowly and said, "Many knights? I'm afraid all the holy knights have stood on the side of Rafalash!"

"No! Not all!" the young knight was excited and said, "Even me, there are eighty-six guard knights who will always be loyal to you! As long as your sword points the direction for us, no matter how many enemies there are, we will let them remember the courage of the guard knights of the Holy Knights!"

The Blood Angel turned his head and looked at the young knight. He was handsome, tall, full of thick fighting spirit, and his young face turned red because of excitement.

"But..." the young knight hesitated again and said, "Sir Augustus, why are there angels around Rafarash? They must have been Rafarash made with magic to deceive the illusions!"

At this time, there was a noise coming in outside the window, and half of the sky was reflected by torches. Augustus looked out the window, stood up, walked to the young knight, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "It seems that Rafalash has brought at least 100,000 believers, and there are only 87 of us. Are you afraid?"

The young knight was very excited, but in the blink of an eye he calmed down and said resolutely: "Even if I am the only one with you, I will not be afraid!"

"Very good, you are already a real holy knight." Augustus praised, "and a real knight should only sacrifice for something worthwhile."

After saying that, he moved slightly on the young knight's shoulder and instantly cut a punch on the back of the young knight's neck. The young knight looked stunned, but he could no longer control his body and fell down softly.

Augustus stretched out his hand, and with a clanging sound, the long sword that had been with him for decades flew into his hands. The Blood Angel opened the door, walked towards the darkness outside the door, and walked towards the 100,000 believers and more than ten angels of Rafalash.

The moment the door closed, before falling into a sleep, the young knight saw a pair of wings quietly unfolding behind Augustus.

Those pair of wings were as dark as ink.

Roger wandered among the crowd, feeling the city's movements and madness in a daze.

This is a city with a large population, very close to Lille, just three days away. Perhaps because of this, the riots and turmoil in Lille have also affected the city. Like Lille, torches, spirits, frenzy and shouting have become the themes of the city at this moment.

In almost every square and every tavern, someone would occupy the high ground, passionately and even hysterically deliver speeches. Looking at the distorted and deformed faces, and looking at the crowd roaring arms below the stage, Roger suddenly felt very funny.

Why are they so excited? Have they found the truth? At this moment, I believe they must have thought so. But among the thousands of wild people, how many people have thought seriously that the ideas they were told must be correct?

The only thing that Roger can be sure of is that none of the sentient beings seen in front of him knows the coming fate.

"The devil has appeared, and the truth is about to be revealed!" A tenor who was hoarse through the long space and many obstacles, and entered Roger's ears without any loss. The fat man was startled and turned to look at him and saw a man in a robe standing on a statue pedestal to deliver a speech. He was as thin as firewood, but the volume was extremely loud, and his voice was sharp and thin, and extremely penetrating. It was precisely because of this that he could travel a hundred meters away and enter Roger's ears.

"The messenger of the gods, the great prophet Rafalash, has seen through the true face of the blood angel Augustus. He called on all believers of the true gods to go to the city of Lille and fight against the devil Augustus!" The man continued to scream, his sharp voice like a needle, wandering back and forth over the city.

"Kill the devil!"
To be continued...