Chapter 4 of the Twelve Movements of Dusk

Chapter Four Furious

Roger's temporary office is located in the most luxurious private house in Soratu. The original owner has become the soul of the Blood Double, but I don't know if there is a place in the crystal of Elgra.

The city that was hit by a devastating blow has restored order. The arrival of 70,000 troops has left Soratu still full of traffic and crowds, but a strong sense of death has lingered over the city. In Rogue's eyes, there are souls that are indissipated everywhere in the sky and the ground. Their power is too weak to enter Elgra's eyes, but the emotions in his lifetime are as strong as those of a strong soul, so they will not disperse for a long time.

But no matter when and where, what always appears in front of Rogue's eyes is the romance covered with demon lotus.

But the scene that appears the most frequently is not the peerless beauty sleeping in the coffin, nor the moment when the mask is raised.

What he saw was the lone mountain top in the strong wind of the world of death, the demon lotus that was almost withered but still stood upright, the wind and moon that quietly erased the soul mark and would rather be destroyed quietly!

Roger locked himself in the room alone, looking at the countless winds and moons that seemed like real and illusory in front of him, and letting time pass quietly.

Before we knew it, the night fell again.

It was late at night, and the soldiers who had been busy in the city all day fell asleep one by one.

Finally, Roger opened the door and walked towards the temporary headquarters of the troops.

A moment later, more than ten senior generals were summoned to the conference room to discuss tomorrow's war. Within the army's one-day trip, there was also a city called Faren. However, compared with Soratu, Faren was far inferior in terms of city defense and population.

Roger directly pointed at Feiren, and set the next target of the attack, and then let the generals formulate plans for how the army marched, how to replenish supplies, and how to attack in groups.

He just listened, but his thoughts had already flown to the world of death that had been destroyed. The sky that was always lead-colored, the eternal gale, the endless wilderness, the black armor, white wings, and the white feathers that had once touched their fingertips all floated from the depths of memory over and over again. Roger pressed down a picture and a new picture would float up again.

‘Sir Roger, this is the plan for the next few days. Do you think there are any modifications needed?’ Wallace asked.

‘Only the same!’ Roger didn’t listen to the planned content at all, just said: ‘Burn off the original battle flag! Embroider my emblem on the blood-colored double flags. From now on, this will be the battle flag of our army!’

The generals were all shocked. Roger's move would only force the enemy to fight to the death, and in vainly increase casualties of soldiers and add unnecessary variables to the war. However, seeing Roger's face with murderous aura in peace and thinking about the terrifying existences that followed the army this time, no general would want to say anything more.

Just as the generals were about to leave, Roger suddenly sighed: "Wait! The most severe gods also have their generous side, so we have to give those who are willing to surrender to us. Let's do this, and before every attack, we will ask the other party if they are willing to surrender. As long as there is one person who does not surrender, the city will be massacred! Well, find a way to inform the Delawares!'

All the generals had left, and only Roger was still sitting quietly in the conference room alone until the first ray of dawn pierced the night.

In the cold wind in the early morning, tens of thousands of troops slowly stepped out of Soratu City and headed for the next target. The light cavalry in the army took another step forward and went to harass the enemy. Cut off the retreat of the military and civilians in the small town of Feren.

After all the troops left the city, a long dragon roar sounded in Soratu City. The marching soldiers turned around, intending to see the style of the giant dragon again. However, the soldiers who looked back were stunned!

Roger seemed to have some senses immediately, and looked back suddenly!

This time, not only two giant dragons rose from Soratu, but also a shining castle!

The castle stands on a huge rock base with an inverted triangle. The Gothic architectural style is gorgeous and solemn. The changing magical brilliance is like countless ribbons intertwined outside the building, radiating a brilliance that makes the most gorgeous rainbow after the rain fades. In the brilliance of the castle, countless fairies fly. They flap their transparent wings and cluster around the castle. They chant the praises to God with their unique melodious and beautiful singing voices.

The legendary floating city, this is the exclusive glory of the gods in that heaven!

Under the escort of two giant dragons, the huge earth castle slowly flew over the heads of tens of thousands of soldiers with its light and flames. The huge shadow almost enveloped tens of thousands of warriors. Even the most brave and disrespectful wild warriors finally surrendered to this miracle!

The floating city then rose to the sky and gradually disappeared in the clouds.

At some point, most of the tens of thousands of troops had kneeled on the ground, praying and praise for the goddess were sensational. Only Roger stood there, silently watching the floating city sink into the clouds.

The Battle of Feren is no suspense. The total number of troops and civilians in the small town is less than 30,000, and the city defense is short and old. The only general that Feiren remembers for future generations is that the people here not only love their hometown, but also have the brave blood of the northern country flowing in everyone.

In front of the bloody two flags, they refused to surrender!

Roger had already put on a new heavy armor in this battle. Because of the work overnight, the steel armor was extremely rough, and the only advantage was that it was thick and heavy enough. The weight of the double-bladed axe in Roger's hand was not necessarily able to be carried by a strong orc warrior. The huge axe face, which was a meter radiating cold and cold light at all times. The winding and thick grip handle reminded people of the fierceness of this giant axe at all times.

‘Sir, he is so brave!’ Robertsky also put on his armor and stood beside Roger with his sword. Although he was afraid, he had to face difficulties when flattering, not to mention that in the chaos, the army chief should be the safest place around him.

‘Robersky, you step back. You will die after following me.’ Roger said lightly. His voice came through the gaps between his helmet and mask. It looked a little dull.

‘Sir! Even if it is dangerous, I want it…’Robersky was about to seize the opportunity to show his loyalty, but a burst of chill suddenly came from left and right, almost frozen him in an instant.

The two men in black robes had already stood on the left and right of Roger. The extremely tall one on the left, he slowly pulled off the black robe on his body, revealing the dark black armor, and the two-handed giant sword in his hand. The terrible level was no less than the two-blade giant axe in Roger's hand. The man in black robes on the right only stretched out two sharp bone blades from his sleeves, and his body was still wrapped in the black robe. But a trace of light brown smoke kept scattering from the bone blades, and gathered around the blades.

‘Robersky, if you come with me, you will really die! You should attack the city with the army.’ Roger said again.

Robertsky's face was pale, his hands could not shake, and he could hardly hold the sword. He knew that this was a great opportunity to show loyalty, but not to mention that he was actually extremely timid, even if he was brave by nature, he would definitely be unable to withstand the natural pressure emitted by the two men in black robe.

Roger looked at the head of Feiren. Although the soldiers on the city knew they were in the Jedi, everyone had a calm face. The flags on the city were not chaotic at all, and no one walked around randomly. They welcomed the enemy troops several times that of their own with the aura of the abyss like a mountain standing.

‘Even these low-ranking civilians can be treated as if they are ready to die, it is so courageous!’ Roger sighed and walked towards Feren. His dull footsteps sounded the last death knell for Feren.

Hearing Roger's seemingly insignificant feelings, the Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor both spoke without saying a word, followed Roger silently toward Feren.

Tens of thousands of troops then slowly set off and pressed towards Feren.

The defenders in Feilun City were very puzzled. Why were the enemy not prepared any siege equipment? Could it be that they would have to climb into Feilun with bare hands?

The answer is revealed soon.

As the earth trembled, Feren's weak city wall suddenly cracked several large cracks! Roger had only 100 meters away, and a section of Feren's city wall collapsed! The smoke and dust filled the dust. The bricks and sand were covered with bricks, sand and soil, burying many soldiers who could not escape underneath!

The three death gods were moving towards the gate of Feiren, who seemed to have not seen the collapsed city wall at all, and were still moving forward leisurely like walking in the garden.

The Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor were like stepping on an invisible staircase, moving higher and higher, finally parallel to the wall of Feren, and walked like a flat ground! The warriors on the city were stunned for a moment, and the arrows shot from the stars could not even touch the bodies of the two kings. A commander with considerable combat experience shouted loudly: "Come on the archer and crossbowman! Go to the one on the left to shoot in a concentrated manner. Even if he is a holy land, we must shoot him down!"

It’s a pity that nearly a hundred archers were just lined up at the top of the city, and a low and strange whistling whistling approached from afar! A large dark blue ice hockey was flying at high speed and flew towards the top of the city! Its speed was not too fast. It was just accompanied by the high-speed rotation, countless blue ice needles flew to all directions. The size of the ice hockey quickly shrank. When it flew to the top of the city, it exploded suddenly, pouring countless ice needles into the group of archers.

After the ice needle rain, as if it were a big city, only a few soldiers could stand.

The Bone Emperor and the Black Warrior Emperor have already stepped on the city!

Under the city, Roger had already walked to the city gate. He looked at the thick pig iron gate, and shouted suddenly. A silver light flashed all over his body, and the double-edged giant axe slashed at the city gate! The giant axe could not withstand this force, and the handle of the axe had been severely twisted, but a big crack had been split on the city gate. Roger smiled coldly, shouted again, swung the deformed giant axe, and chopped it down on the crack!

After a loud bang, the gate of Feren's underground city was cut open by Roger! He stepped into the city gate and looked up at the head of the city. Blood rain and residual limbs were splattered everywhere on the city. The black warrior emperor and the bone emperor had turned into two black gas, hovering, harvesting the lives of the unyielding warriors.

The prelude to the massacre site has been opened, and courage is useless in the face of these gods of death who live for harvest.

Outside the city, the soldiers of the Tide Legion who were waiting for the tide legion were slamming and made waves of cheering with clear rhythms, and the heavy army began to advance slowly.

At dusk, Roger was standing on the terrace of a gorgeous private house in Feren, looking up silently at the dreamy floating city against the backdrop of the clouds.

Although he didn't know where this flying city came from, he knew that the wind and moon were in it.

But Rogue could no longer sneak into the floating city that was floating high. He clearly felt that the entire castle was shrouded in a magic barrier that he could not understand yet. Even if Rogue had a way to climb the floating city, he was not sure to sneak into the castle without disturbing anyone.

Besides, Roger sighed, what's the use of going in? How should he face the wind and moon?

It was already late at night, and the city of Feren finally became quiet. There were not many people in the city, so the work of cleaning up the bodies was not very heavy.

Roger sat in the room without lamplight. He supported his jaw with his hands and quietly looked at a floating green light in front of him. The green light flashed for a while. It seemed that he was weak after succession, and gradually dimmed. Roger relaxed his mental power a little, and then released the divine power of the goddess of nature, and then a few green lights lit up in the room, which were the seeds sown by the goddess's divine power.

As the seeds and the Goddess of Nature were cut off again, the unsteady green color inevitably dimmed. Roger then repeated these steps over and over again, observing the rise and fall of the Goddess of Nature with all his concentration.

The fat man has discovered that even the divine power originated from the gods is not completely irresistible. For example, in the imperial palace, the divine power of the goddess of nature will never occur. Of course, this may be because the wrath of the goddess of nature has not yet grown and strengthened. When there is a strong enough existence around him, such as Macbeth, the wrath of the goddess of nature will become relatively quiet. Especially Macbeth, the high-level angels who serve before the level of the god of Yixu. Although it is impossible to clear the divine power of the goddess of nature, when it comes to suppressing and preventing the divine power of heretics, Macbeth, who is dedicated to dealing with heretics, can have a way to deal with heretics.

Around Audreh, the goddess's divine power activities were naturally weaker. So the fat man could even release his divine power little by little for research. While he was conducting research all the time, Roger felt vaguely that he was almost touching the pulse of another world.

In the silence, Roger suddenly heard a faint cry. The crying was very familiar. Although it was very weak, it could still be heard of Froya's voice.

Roger was stunned, and his figure flashed a few times before appearing in front of Froya's door. He gently pushed open the door and found that Froya was covering her head with a thick brocade quilt. From the twitching shoulder, she cried very sadly, but she didn't want anyone to know, so she tried her best to stop the sad voice.

Roger was about to comfort her, but suddenly realized that today's Froya felt a little different from the past.

It seems that she is a little weaker.

He then gathered his energy and quickly scanned Froya. Finally, he found something was wrong with her.

Fuluya's magic power actually dropped out of thin air and turned into level twelve!

Roger was shocked. He sat beside the bed, gently embraced Froya into his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Froya, what happened? How could your magic suddenly drop so much?"

Froya turned around and saw that it was Roger, and suddenly rushed into his arms and burst into tears! This cry was simply unstoppable!

Rogge gently patted Froya's back, and while not stopping to comfort her, he thought hard about what might have caused her magic to suddenly decrease by two levels. Rogge whispered: "Froya, have you ever blessed the magic effect for whom?"

Froya leaned in his arms, and his sad voice stopped a little, and shook her head gently.

Roger's voice chills and said, "Is it... someone has absorbed you with spirit?! Who is it? Tell me!"

He suddenly stood up, his face covered with frost.

Spiritual absorption is a very vicious spell in death-type magic. It can draw all or part of the magic power of the victim for use by the caster. After the magic power is used up, the caster will not increase the level of magic power. However, the targets drawn from the ground will often permanently lose magic power. This magic is the supreme weapon for the undead master to engage in magic battles with other magicians, but the difficulty of casting at the eighth level is also commensurate with its power.

Roger thought about it again and again, who else would be there to besides Elgra, the necromancer who could impart spiritual absorption?

His eyes twitched a few times, then slowly sat next to Froya, hugged her in his arms, and whispered: "I know who did it. Froya, bear it a little, now we can't turn against them. But don't worry, it won't take long to break the lich into bones, take it back for you, and let you burn it to ashes with your own hands!"

‘Oh?’ Froya raised her head and looked at Roger with her poignant green eyes. She seemed to be hesitating, but she still shook her head heavily and said, ‘No, you can’t beat the lich! Anyway, I’m useless to you. Even if the magic is absorbed, it doesn’t matter. I can still make potions, so it doesn’t require much magic. Ah, I can’t explain it, but in short, you can’t die!’

Roger held Froya's arm tightened and smiled, "Who said I was going to die? Magic is not the only factor in determining the outcome. Although I must pay enough, I must have a way to break it into bones!"

A flash of accident passed through Fuluya's green eyes, and another hint of joy. She suddenly laughed and said, "What! Fatty, you guessed it wrong. This matter has nothing to do with the lich! My magic power has decreased because your goddess snatched away my paradise.'

‘What!?’ Roger was shocked. Froya was able to merge with the artifacts back then, but still made him sigh at the magic of the magic world.

However, Paradise Lost, which has been completely integrated with ** and soul, can still be taken out, which is completely incredible! Without the support of the artifact Paradise Lost, Froya's magic power has only dropped by two levels, which is considered good. After all, being able to cast sixth-level magic at her age can be called a magic genius.

Roger suddenly realized why he felt very familiar when he saw the floating city. Because that was the artifact Paradise Lost! But he never expected that Paradise Lost would turn into a miraculous floating city when presided over by Odrech!

He thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "It is a good thing worth celebrating to be taken out of Paradise Lost! Your magic is far from being able to fully control this ghost thing. Even if you don't use it, it will absorb your vitality all the time. Even if you take the keel grass, it will not last for a few years. Besides, the keel grass can only be taken once! Why do you cry?

Fuluya's eyes darkened and she sighed softly: "Fatty, you...you don't understand."

She immediately smiled, jumped down to the ground, danced on the spot for a week, and said, "But you are still conscience, you are willing to challenge the lich for me! Whether it is true or false, I am very moved!"

Roger smiled. At this time, he was not so stupid that he could admit that even if he didn't have the case of Froya, he would still have to fight the three kings. He hugged Froya hard, then gently put her on the bed, and then covered her with the quilt, and was about to leave the room.

Froya hugged the pillow, bit her lower lip lightly, and said, "Fatty, why are you getting sexual again? Don't you... want to stay?"

Roger smiled and said, "I have learned a lot of new things these days, so I have to hurry up and practice. If I don't work hard, what if there is really something to absorb your magic in the future? I am a man. If I don't work hard, how can I protect my woman?"

‘Bah!’ The little fairy smashed the pillow over and said, ‘Who is your woman! Get out, I’m going to sleep!’

Rog walked out of Froya's room and walked directly to the rooftop. He looked up at the floating city in the night sky that seemed to appear in a dream, sighed heavily, then closed his eyes, and several green spots appeared beside him.

In the sky, Seus was sitting leisurely on the top of a tower in the floating city formed by Paradise Lost, looking down at the dark and silent Feren below. His extremely sharp eyes crossed the distant distance and captured the blue lights that appeared and disappeared below.

As if he was in line with Roger, he sighed a long time and said to himself: "Oh, I have to grab some paradise of loss. Now, who can climb up?"

Sius was sighing, and a low voice suddenly came from behind him: "Respect, grace, wisdom, and unique taste, are you unhappy?'.

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