Chapter 7 of the Twelve Movements of Dusk

Chapter 7 Weakness

The colorful torrents swirled and rushed from the unknown void, merging into a more magnificent river, roaring across this consciousness world. And he was a fallen leaf that undulating and bumpy between the peaks and valleys, sometimes walking through the top of the peaks and sometimes wandering in the roaring tide. The waves were vast, like running snow, and giants followed one after another, throwing the fallen leaf up and down, and washing up countless sand and stones that were settled in the deepest part of my memory.

A figure flashed in front of him. Among them was Feng Yue sleeping in the coffin, the peerless face was as peaceful as a clear spring, the stone was cleansed without traces, and the unpredictable Audreh was always hidden behind the fog; there was Elyses who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and Orpheic Roc who was like a god of war. Then Ajani, Froya, Androni, Seus and others appeared one by one, and even a very short and vague figure appeared in front of him, wandering around.

He tried hard to search in his memory who the short figure was, and only felt that the dwarf Nakba, whom he had seen, was somewhat similar to it.

I don’t know how long the bizarre dream lasted.

It seemed that he had relied on the moment before his death, and in the end all the light and shadows belonged to the silver eyes and the black flames. But this time, the black flames gradually became one with the darkness and could no longer be distinguished. There was only the silver eyes shining with soft light, which seemed to be the only hope in the endless darkness.

In the hazy, someone hugged him tightly, and his cheeks pressed against some soft things, giving him a unique feeling of comfort and peace of mind. In the cool and sweet fragrance, there seemed to be a pair of cold, smooth and gentle little hands wandering on him, and everywhere he went, he tortured him in his dream, and the severe pain was wiped out.

He slowly sank into the deepest ocean.

I don't know how long it took...

He slowly opened his eyes. A beam of sunlight fell on his face. It took him a while to get used to the strong light and slowly saw the scenery in front of him.

The top of the Victorian-style luxury bed first appears in the field of view. The mahogany bed columns are carved with laurel patterns, supporting the overlapping tents. These exquisite fabrics are handicrafts in the deserts of the mainland. The reason why it is precious is not only because of the exotic alternative art, but also because of its rarity.

He tried to move and found that the reactions in various parts of his body were extremely slow, just like a distance of 10,000 kilometers between his brain and his hands. He was extremely uncomfortable for a moment. He had to roll his eyes and direct the only relatively neat organ to look at the world around him.

This is a spacious and gorgeous room. Whether it is the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows or the decorative cabinet in the corners, the ubiquitous curves and a large number of carvings and decorations exudes a typical Rococo style. It is worth noting that there is a crown-shaped decoration on the head of the bed and the cabinet on the top of the cabinet.

"Mr. Roger, are you awake? That's great!"

Roger felt the cool and hoarse voice very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He struggled to turn his head, but he didn't put any strength in his body.

A pair of cold and slender hands reached out and helped him up. For some reason, Roger always felt that there was an unconcealed murderous aura and a strong smell of blood behind these gentle movements. This was not for him, but just a record of past experiences.

Roger turned his head and saw Mei's beautiful face. She was still as cold as black ice, but the dark circles that came from her tiredness brought her a strange human touch to her cold face that was far away. She helped Roger sit down and took another blanket to put on him. The gentleness and consideration of her movements and the cold expression were very contradictory, which made Roger feel inexplicably strange.

Why is it Mei, not Froya? Roger felt that his thinking was still slow and could not think well.

After a while, Roger woke up a little, and his body felt gradually recovering. He asked weakly: "Mei. When is it now? Where is the goddess?"

Mei said: "You have been in a coma for three days. After the battle that night was settled, the goddess land floating city had already flew away, and I have never seen it appear again. In addition, you are in the Delaware Palace, and the Delaware Imperial House has announced your surrender, sir."

Next, Mei briefly reported the coronavirus to Roger.

Both sides suffered heavy losses in the siege of Tiffany. The imperial army had more than 10,000 people killed in battle, and most of them were elite Tide Legion soldiers. Almost all the regular troops stationed in Tiffany were killed in battle, and the number of civilians killed and injured in the city was extremely astonishing. The number currently counted has exceeded 150,000!

Many of them were killed by the Emperor because of helping defend the city. Many died in the chaos. In addition, there is a large area of ​​extremely strange deaths in the city. The soldiers in the streets and alleys should not talk about it. Almost all the civilians in the entire area died at home, and a few survivors were on the verge of madness.

They could not hear any woman's voice, especially her screams.

Roger smiled weakly, and he naturally knew that this was the masterpiece of the Dead Banshee. In this way, there were at least 200,000 more Dead souls outside the inner city of Tiffany.

Enough.

Fengyue, have you woken up?

He tried to summon Feng Yue, but he still had no response as before. Roger smiled bitterly. It took a long time for the Dark Dragon Magic Formation to purify the soul energy, let alone the incomplete Dark Dragon Magic Formation. After all, he had only been in a coma for three days.

Roger's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered the wrath of the Goddess of Nature! He had been unconscious for a long time and completely lost the suppression of the wrath of Nature. It is logical that he should have been dismembered by the Goddess of Nature. Roger concentrated his mind and gathered his mental power. Fortunately, although his physical strength and magic power were empty, his unparalleled mental power was still as intact as before.

Deep in his soul, the divine power of the goddess of nature condensed into one place, like a green pearl, floating quietly in the spiritual ocean, like a deep sleep, with no sign of activity at all.

Roger was slightly stunned, completely unaware of how the Goddess' divine power, which had always been extremely vicious, could be so obedient. His thoughts had just moved. A little ripples appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. The Goddess' divine power suddenly emitted a soft light and slowly began to rotate. Thousands of green light slightly opened. Before Roger could understand, the green light instantly expanded into a huge green screen, quickly rushed out of Roger's body, and began to look for prey everywhere!

Roger's shock was extraordinary, and he shouted softly. His mental power quickly condensed, killing the natural goddess's power that was frantically counterattacked in one fell swoop.

Mei, who was originally leaning against him, exclaimed. As his figure flashed, he had retreated outside the door!

Suddenly, smoke and dust burst out in the room, and the expensive beds, furniture, oil paintings and antiques all turned into ashes in an instant!

With a plop, Roger fell heavily to the ground. His body could not move at will. After this fall, there was another severe pain between his chest and abdomen, and he felt dizzy. He almost fainted again.

Mei at the door poked her head inside, gritted her teeth, jumped in again, and helped Roger up. Her movements were gentle, but her body shone with a bright light of fighting spirit, obviously she was on guard.

This time, Roger really smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he could not control his mental power, which had been improved too quickly, would overflow. This would actually cause such destructive results. It seems that this is the unexpected gain brought about by the desperate battle with the Goddess of Nature during this period. However, Roger did not feel proud. Although the attack launched by mental power was silent and unpredictable, it was not a skill at the same level compared to the spiritual impact that directly impacted consciousness and soul.

Seeing that everything in the room had been destroyed, Mei had to help Roger to another room.

Roger rested for a while, and his physical strength and spirit recovered a lot, so he continued to listen to Mei report on the situation over the past three days.

Mei is indeed a very outstanding intelligence officer. She can always explain one thing very clearly in just a few words. However, one thing that surprised Roger was that Wenna was captured alive! This master, who was once famous for his alchemy skills, is indeed an alternative among the top ten magicians. However, Wenna would rather die than surrender and has been on a hunger strike for three days.

Faced with legendary figures like the Great Magician, even people like Wallace dared not act randomly, and they did not dare to torture them at will. They had to wait for Roger to make a decision. But Roger was unconscious, so Roger's friends began to intervene in "persuading surrender" Wen Na.

After hearing this, Roger nodded. He looked at his body. Although he was still wrapped in a thick bandage, with his terrifying regeneration constitution, the wound would completely heal in less than two days. He recalled the information about Wenna in his mind, barely stood up, and said, "Mei, let's take a look at Master Wenna."

Winner was imprisoned in his tower. Roger was stunned as soon as he stepped into the cell, with a very strange face.

Winner's situation is both miserable and embarrassing.

It is not easy to imprison a great magician. Even if you cannot meditate, the great magician's magic will slowly recover. Even if you are tied up and blocked, silent and instant magic are enough to make it very dangerous to approach a great magician. What's more, magic such as unlocking, untrapping, and unbundling are not difficult skills. Any great magician can easily bring them a number of skills similar to extreme effects and silent.

Obviously, a great alchemist like Winner is an expert in dealing with imprisonment. However, imprisoning people from other places is even more an expert in the local area.

A huge glass jar was placed in the center of the cell, more than one person tall, filled with water. Winner stood in this big jar. His feet were locked at the bottom of the jar, and his hands were hung from the ceiling. There was also a cotton swab hidden inside between his fingers. If Winner tried to use gestures to activate magic, then the movement was a little bigger, and the steel needle in the cotton swab would pierce his fingers hard. Even for a person with extremely strong willpower, the slightly distraction caused by the severe pain on his fingers was enough to make the magic fail.

The water in the tank just passed Wenna's bald head. His nose was tightly clamped by a clip, and a hose was extended into his mouth for his breathing. If Wenna wanted to recite the spell, the water in the tank would immediately pour into his mouth, rushing the remaining spell into his stomach, and choking him half-dead. Moreover, even if he could cast silent magic, electricity, fire, and ice magic, there would be much less room for Wenna to perform.

However, the most outrageous thing is the silk thread made of silk made of fine gold connected to Wenna. One end of the thread is a magic needle made of mitril silver, and the other end is a magic torch. The magic flames in the torch are lit and dark.

Roger was a fierce figure who used Dragon Egg and Amoros as the source of magic power in the Oracle City, and was a master of how to absorb the power of living beings. He knew at a glance that these magic needles were very knowledgeable. Every time the magic power of Winner was replied, they would be absorbed by the magic needle without leaving any trace, and provided for the magic torch lighting. Even Roger did it himself and asked himself that it would be impossible to do better.

At this point, there was no one guarding him. Winner could never escape.

Roger looked around and saw that the cell was made of a hurriedly renovated in a room of Winner. There were many mechanical parts scattered around, and a wide experiment bench was placed in a corner of the room, with countless exquisite tools on it.

At Roger's gesture, Mei put some water in the glass jar and exposed Wenna's mouth. Wenna spitted out the hose in her mouth and spat hard. He cursed: "You Aslofik pigs! If you have the ability, come and kill me. I want me to work hard for you, that's not to think about it! Oh! These damn ghost needles!"

Roger shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was also a great magician, knowing what it felt like to be sucked by the magic needle in the air. It was definitely a torture, only effective torture for the magician! It seemed that the person who arranged all this not only understood the weaknesses of the magician, but also had extremely vicious methods. As long as he thought that Winner had been in this environment for three days, the fat man could not help but admire the will of the bald old man.

Roger ignored Wenna's scolding and just whispered a few words to Mei. Mei went out and walked around, and more than a dozen mages entered one after another, followed by a team of soldiers.

"Hey, hey...what are you going to do..." Wenna, who had been cursing in her mouth, suddenly screamed in a higher voice, with a hint of trembling at the end, almost turning into a scream.

Roger smiled happily. He still ignored Wenna and said to Mei: "Mei, you must remember. You must not be rude to a noble character like Master Wenna. You must not torture like a barbarian, and at most you can destroy your spirits."

As soon as more than a dozen mages entered the door, they directed the soldiers to move all the metal items in the room. Every time they took something, whether it was finished or parts, or even some newly cut metal strips, Winner seemed extremely painful, roaring, and the swearing words in their mouths became more and more respectful to the great magician.

After a moment, the room was empty and there was no trace of metal. Wenna became depressed and could not even hear the shouts. He swept around in a daze, trying to find something, even a strange screw.

Seeing the reaction of Winner, Roger smiled with satisfaction: "Master Winner, although I don't know who treated you like this, I am also a magician, and I must be uncomfortable to know this. It's really rude to say that, how can they treat you like this? Maybe we should have a good talk..."

Before Roger finished speaking, he heard the voices coming from outside the room.

"I really didn't expect this old man to be able to hold on with the magic needle for three days! Humph, but he was still far from fighting with me! I still have a lot of methods to useless!" Rogge was very familiar with this seductive and pleasant voice, and it was the little fairy of Fuluya.

Somehow, Roger suddenly remembered the time when he went hunting the dwarf, which made people hate and love with her.

Roger looked at Wenna, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, when Wenna heard Froya's voice, she immediately showed a hint of fear on her face.

"Your Highness, if you are willing to listen to my advice and emptiate all the metal items in the cell, then I guarantee the reputation of a killer of four hundred years, and he will definitely not last for three days! The great alchemist with this kind of attainment must have a fanaticism about the career he is engaged in. It is the most severe punishment for not allowing him to see things related to his work." Sius's voice was always so calm. But after hearing his words, Winner gritted his teeth and stared at Roger with resentment.

"Hmph! I don't believe that the old guy can pass this level today!" The little fairy said viciously. Even if she was ruthless, her voice had a delicate and lazy smell, which was enough to make men think. But if someone suspected that she was powerful in her methods, she would definitely regret it.

The two of them entered the room while arguing. When they saw Roger, they were stunned.

"Froya, what good things did you prepare today?" Roger asked with a smile.

"Are you awake?" Froya stared at Roger. Almost subconsciously, she raised her right hand and pushed a strand of hair that jumped to her forehead mischievously, and pulled the collar that emphasized the chest line with the other hand. As for the big box in her hand, she had long been forgotten by the owner, she quietly slid down to the ground. Seus sighed. With a move, the big box flew into her hand.

"I just woke up not long ago and I don't have much strength yet."

"Just wake up." Froya breathed a sigh of relief, and her tone became very relaxed: "Anyway, it's a matter of time to wake up, so there's nothing to worry about. You're here, just see how I deal with this stubborn old man Winner." She said it relaxed, but when Roger woke up, his eyes were still a little red, and he secretly revealed a little of his worries.

Winner stared at Froya and Seus, his eyes filled with hatred and fear, and his attention was immediately attracted by the big box.

The mystery has been revealed.

Inside the box is a very finely made Tiffany model. It faithfully records Tiffany's current status, and you can even clearly see the floor formed by the melted steel gate under the city gate and the burning marks on the city wall.

Froya walked to Wenna and smiled at him in a charming way, and waved to Seus again, who took two steps in great cooperation. He held the model in both hands and leaned under Wenna's nose. She stretched out her slender hands and brushed over the buildings of the Tiffany model's unique buildings.

"What do you...what do you want to do?" Wenna roared, his angry eyes covered with blood. He had already vaguely guessed the idea of ​​this extremely vicious little fairy.

"I'm in a bad mood recently. What do a woman want to do most when she is in a bad mood? You are so smart, I will know if I don't need to say it. That's just dismantling things!" The little fairy smiled charmingly and even made a very beautiful little face.

With a light sound, Froya picked up a piece of the outer wall of the Tiffany model with two spring onion-like fingers and pulled it down.

Wenna's breathing began to become heavy, her eyes were about to burst out, and she tightly stared at her fingers like her fat-like jade, as if she was looking at the most terrifying thing in the world.

The little fairy obviously put in a lot of effort before coming, and knew the origin, advantages and disadvantages of each unique building in Tiffany. Although she lacked magic, she also had profound attainments in magic, so all the functions of the four proud spires in Winner could not be hidden from her eyes. The comments were extremely authentic.

Froya commented on Tiffany's building. He demolished one after another. Every time he cicada sounded, Winner would yell.

In a moment, Tiffany's model had been dismantled. Wenna's eyes were about to spit fire, struggling desperately, trying to pounce on the extremely vicious little fairy in front of her.

Froya was naturally not afraid of his lack of material threat, but just smiled and said, "Although it's satisfying to demolish the model, I still can't feel better. Maybe it would be a good idea to go out and blow up a piece of the city wall."

Roger interjected and said, "Who got you offended? Let me vent your anger when I turn around. How can I just tear apart the wall? If you want to demolish it, you can tear down all the walls of Tiffany!"

Wenna sneered, signaling not to believe, and tried to take a stance of indifferentness, but how could the panicked and wandering eyes hide the cunning figures in the room?

Roger smiled and said, "I have the final say here now. Not to mention just tearing down a wall, it is not a big deal to demolish Tiffany."

Then Winna carefully observed Roger and said angrily: "You are the demon holding the blood-colored double flags all the way? Humph, you have slaughtered so many Delaware Chinese, do you still want me to work hard for you? If you have the ability, kill me, and the Wrath of the Sky will avenge me!"
To be continued...