Chapter Three of the Twelve Movements of Dusk

The ground floor of the main building is a hall with a height of more than ten meters. Crystal lamps are suspended in the air. Although there is no lighting fire, the exquisite crystals on the low-hanging tassels are sometimes reflected to the faint moonlight that occasionally penetrates outdoors. They flash by in the hall without light sources, like a soul wandering in the dark night. More than ten meters deep is a wide and luxurious rotating ladder, divided into two at more than twenty levels, circling up. The steps of the stairs are covered with velvet felt, carefully pressing them with metal strips.

Roger looked up at his target. There was no artificial light on the upper floor, and the rich breath of death merged with the darkness, covering the entire second floor, overflowing from the spiral ladder to the corner, like an invisible barrier to defend the goddess walking in the world.

He smiled faintly, the eyes of the kings were not as sharp as the guardian of the cemetery in the Dragon Tomb, which was something that had known long ago in the Death World. Roger silently jumped up the handrail of the stairs, then slid up silently, and stopped quietly at the corner. He flicked his finger gently, and then his figure turned into nothingness again.

A small group of dead souls suddenly appeared in the lobby on the ground floor, like flying insects without direction. Not only did they not float out of the door, but they walked into a crooked zigzag shape, hitting the crystal lamp in the air. The group of dead souls suddenly seemed to sense extreme danger, trembling in the bush, and then fluttered wildly up and down, left and right in a panic.

‘Did that guy Algra have another resentful soul run out? Well, but there are too many new souls today. You can’t blame him. The old lich may not be able to get busy with it by relying on himself.’ While thinking about it, the Bone Emperor walked down the stairs to destroy the soul running around.

Finally arrived at the top floor.

Roger hesitated for a moment, repeatedly weighed the pros and constrained the matter between hiding and disguising, and finally made up his mind. In the blink of an eye, a graceful and noble figure emerged from the air. Her face gradually became clear. It was Mora!

At the end of the corridor, behind the two tall and thick oak doors is the goddess' temple, the end of this trip.

Mora walked silently along the corridor, and suddenly she stopped. In a room next to her, Macbeth was sitting in a chair, staring at a floating light in front of her eyes, her face was unstable, and it was obvious that why things were struggling deep in her heart.

There was no protective measures in the room, but Macbeth had no intention of escaping. There was only the floating light in front of him, and he had no response to the outside world.

Morra took a step forward and finally arrived in front of the hall. She slowly pushed open the two heavy doors in front of her, revealing the mysterious hall inside.

All the furniture and decorations originally placed here have been removed, including oil paintings, decorations and tapestries on the four walls. The hall is now very empty, with a mysterious and beautiful coffin floating in the center. Although the angel with wings protecting the coffin cannot see its appearance, the posture of the low-rise and stretching arms to embrace is sad and graceful.

The black-haired Audreh stood in front of the coffin with his back facing the door.

‘Mora, is there anything wrong?’ She said coldly.

‘Feng Yue…’ The trembling voice behind it is like a thunder that has never been seen since eternal!

Feng Yue's entire back suddenly stiffened and turned around like a whirlwind!

Her silver eyes were wide open, looking at Rog, who was standing at the door in disbelief, and her little mouth opened slightly involuntarily, as if she was about to exclaim and sigh.

Silence.

The surging holy light immediately flooded everything in the hall.

Under the night sky, a huge holy light pillar from the city lord's palace rose into the sky! A dragon roar suddenly came from the sky, and the sacred dragon dived down at an incredible speed. It flew around the holy light pillar twice, but it could not find a way to enter the main building. Gregory had a heart to go to the window of the temple to take a look, but the result of this was very clear. Between curiosity and destruction, there was endless wandering and pain. Gregory thought about all the skills in his memory that might be useful at this moment, and his last thought suddenly stopped at the final level transforming technique.

At this moment, there was a ray of light in front of Rogue. All the sun was rising slowly, and the scorching light was like extremely sharp needles. It instantly broke through Rogue's defense and penetrated from behind him!

Roger was extremely shocked and had not yet reacted. The goddess's omnipresent divine light had swallowed him!

His eyes suddenly lit up so much that it could not be seen, followed by darkness, devouring everything darkness...

The violent sting not only came from his eyes, but also came from all over Roger's body. The surging sacred aura was like the raging waves of the sea, and waves followed by waves to Roger's head-on! In the face of the great power of the tsunami and mountain collapse, the magic shields that Roger had instantly shot were almost destroyed at the same speed when casting.

Another huge rush passed by!

Such a strong and pure sacred aura was no different from the flames for Rogue! His skin was hissing, and even wisps of blue smoke began to gush out. He fell to the sky, but then he struggled to stand up again. Seven silver light shields quietly formed and flew around him.

The power of the sacred light is still increasing endlessly. The light shield is like the snow in early spring, slowly melting in the gorgeous sunshine.

Roger roared silently, and large clusters of rich silver light like water surged out from his body, and in a blink of an eye it condensed into a pair of silver light armor. Several streamers poked out from the back of the silver armor and danced continuously in the air.

Amid the storm of waves, there seemed to be another gentle exclaim, and then all the surging energy storms were rewinding. The sun that once shone out everything emitted the last round of light, and then dimmed silently.

The hall was dark again, and only the faint light emitted from the coffin bottle soaked everything in the room.

In the air, Feng Yue and Roger stood opposite each other.

‘I…’ Feng Yue only spit out one word and there was no sound again.

The hall suddenly lit up, and the light armor on Roger's body suddenly burst into a meteor shower. It fell from mid-air and disappeared without a trace as soon as it touched the ground. The last one fell to Roger's helpless body, he fell heavily on the marble floor, making a dull roar.

Roger groaned and stood up shakingly. Before he could stand up, his body leaned down and almost fell to the ground again. Roger took a deep breath and struggled to stand up again. It was only more difficult than the first time.

Feng Yue's figure appeared and appeared beside Roger. She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to help him, but before her forearm was fully extended, she shrank back like lightning.

Until Roger staggered for half a step, he shook a lot, as if he would fall again anytime and anywhere. Feng Yue gritted her teeth slightly, and her right hand finally reached towards Roger. However, the right hand that could penetrate everything seemed to be traveling through the most insurmountable obstacle in her life, and every step forward was so difficult.

But no matter how long the waiting is, there will be an ending moment.

In the short distance from shoulder to fingertips, Feng Yue seemed to have experienced countless reincarnations. Her slender fingers finally stretched unconsciously, almost touching Roger's body. And the fingertips trembled gently like the most delicate stamen of the cereus in the night wind.

Suddenly, the stamens no longer tremble. Like the ephemeral cereus that was exposed to the morning light, they firmly gathered the petals and closed them into buds.

Feng Yue withdrew her slender hands, stood up straight, raised her head slightly, and resumed her cold expression of being proud and indifferent to everything. Then, the three kings, Ban, Androni and Seusti appeared at the gate of the hall.

But Roger did not see the scene just now. His eyes were closed, and a thin blood line flowed out of each corner of his eyes. Roger finally stood firm. He turned his head slightly, and staggered towards the direction of the coffin with his previous memory and sensing.

Roger stretched out his hand and stroked the coffin bottle carefully, and the angel with his wings protecting the coffin bottle. He was extremely patient and meticulous, and he did not let go of every inch. Although he could not see it, the hardness and coldness from his fingertips spread to the depths of his soul. The touch, the extremely familiar aura repeatedly told Roger that the angel with his wings protecting the coffin bottle was the demon lotus.

Roger stood up straight and asked lightly: "How is the world of death?"

'Are you talking about the abandoned land? That world has been destroyed.' Feng Yue was shocked. She herself didn't know why she suddenly said this in such a sacred, arrogant and indifferent voice, and in Vina's tone. But the words were already spoken. Even if she was really a god, she could not reverse the rushing river of time.

‘Then… what about Feng Yue?’ Roger turned around and faced everyone. His face with several blood threads looked very terrifying. Although his closed eyes could no longer see anything, he still seemed to have an invisible gaze scanning the souls of everyone.

‘Dear Kings of the Dead World, why do you appear in this world? Where is Fengyue? Since the Dead World has been destroyed, what is the end of the war between the kings, and where is Fengyue?’

Everyone looked at each other, and there was silence. Their eyes fell quietly on Feng Yue, who was standing in the air. Although Feng Yue did not condense a terrifying energy storm at this moment, a darkness suddenly rose from her position, enough to devour all the darkness.

This is even more terrifying.

‘Is no one willing to answer me?’ Roger broke the silence.

‘When the world of death was destroyed, Feng Yue went to challenge the hunter in the heavens alone… ‘The Black Warrior Emperor slowly said: ‘She destroyed the hunter in the heavens and entered the eternal sleep. Before the world of heaven destroyed the world of death, the surviving kings came to this world together. This journey was very difficult. The oldest fire of wisdom took our ten thousand years of body as a boat to carry us to the other shore. And Feng Yue, now sleeps in the coffin behind you.’

The darkness that hid the wind and moon suddenly fluctuated violently, and then returned to tranquility.

‘Challenge alone…’ Roger smiled coldly and said, ‘You are really a group of noble kings…’

The Black Warrior Emperor was speechless for a moment. After a while, he sighed: "We all have the power of death. Only Feng Yue, who can control the sacred power, will not be afraid of the flame chariots of the celestial patrol. Therefore, only Feng Yue can challenge the celestial patrol.'

Roger was silent for a while and said nothing. He turned around and walked to the edge of the coffin bottle, stroked it with his hands for a moment. Then he pushed it gently. The angel with his wings that protected the coffin bottle seemed to recognize his power, and slowly stood up, and his wings opened. The angel's hands held the coffin lid that was nearly half a meter thick and flew upwards.

The coffin bottle was finally opened.

The darkness around Feng Yue's body that swallowed all the light dissipated at this moment.

Her figure of Zhuo Yue Ningli appeared in the hall again, but her back was facing the gate of the hall, and the strong men gathered at the door could not see her expression. In fact, even if Feng Yue turned around, they would not expect to see anything from Feng Yue's face.

Fengyue has completely recovered her indifference, arrogance and peace, although there seems to be an invisible storm in peace.

Feng Yue waved his hand. All the strong men left the hall one by one. Two heavy doors slowly closed behind them, making a dull sound. The closed doors separated the light and sound inside and outside the hall, and also isolated all the senses of the strong men.

The strong men looked at each other and dispersed with thoughts.

As the thick coffin lid slowly floated up, the dim blue light from the coffin slightly illuminated the hall. However, Roger no longer needed light at this moment.

Roger reached into the coffin bottle and explored, then touched a warm and unsuspended liquid. He dipped a little liquid with his fingers and placed it on the tip of his tongue. The small drop of liquid kept changing shape on Roger's tongue, and even moved on its own. The tip of his tongue suddenly retracted and swallowed the drop of liquid.

Roger tasted it for a long time and asked, "Is this the blood essence of Bingyang Hailong?"

The cold and emotionless voice behind him answered: "Yes."

Roger's voice trembled a little: 'So, Feng Yue may still wake up?'

‘Yes. But the blood essence of Bingyang Hailong can only repair her upper trauma, but it cannot awaken her soul.’

‘How can I awaken her soul?’

‘At least one hundred thousand souls.’

Roger nodded and said, ‘No wonder…you need war.’

By the standards of this world, Roger himself is already a master of the soul. He knew that when a dying life is in a very strong relationship when it falls into endless darkness, it is extremely difficult for this soul to be conquered by the necromancer. The reason is that its power is too strong than the right state, so it becomes extremely unstable. War is undoubtedly the most convenient and fastest way to create a soul. People who die in war, whether they die from anger, sadness, terror or despair, will double the soul's power due to extreme emotions.

The dark dragon statue crouching on the four corners of the coffin bottle was used by the Lich Elgra to collect and refine the souls. Although one of the statues was surprisingly weak for some reason, if there were enough souls, this defect could naturally be compensated.

As for the more casualties in the war, it is not within Rogue's consideration. Since the southern expedition has begun, Rogue will never let it stop. If one day he can really stay at the city of Maril, then there will be more than one million bones that pave this road of conquest?

Roger stretched out his hands and pressed them on the coffin bottle. The blood essence of the Ice Ocean Dragon in the coffin surged. Wina, who was sleeping, slowly floated up.

Roger's palm trembled slightly and touched Vina's face. He raised his head, his face slightly nervousness and expectation appeared. He felt the touch from the tips of his ten fingers, and outlined her outline in his heart.

Roger swept his fingers and brushed his whole body warmly.

So, is that true?

Roger closed his arms slightly and hugged the sleeping Vina into his arms. The past and the romance and moon surged into his heart one by one.

At first, the broken skeleton standing in the magic circle...

Later, it was the little skeleton who could pretend to be dead...

Then there was the dying giant standing on the chest of the angry rock and hearing the question of "Since you have escaped the shackles of the contract and become an independent existence, why do you still obey...

And the figure of the abyss devourer resolutely cast into the piles of mountains...

When he escaped from Elgra's Dark Dragon Altar, he brazenly faced the wind and moon of the Lich Elgra...

When he returned to the world of death, he saw that even if he was desperate, he would quietly erase the soul seal and face the Feng Yue who was chasing the seven kings alone...

Roger's eyes were filled with severe pain, and the blood line rolled down again. A trace of it flowed back into the ventricle, pulling the internal organs, like an invisible giant hand in the dark, grabbing his heart and liver in the palm of his palm, and drowning his soul like a mountain of sorrow.

At this moment, with a faint sigh, a coldness and softness came from Rogge's face. Feng Yue had stood behind him at some point, and her slender hands gently covered Rogge's face.

‘Do you want to see Feng Yue?’ In Roger’s ears, Odrech had never had the sound of emotions. At this moment, something inexplicable suddenly appeared.

But Roger didn't understand. He had no way to understand and didn't want to understand.
To be continued...