The prosperous age is a chapter in the new year

Chapter One New Year

When Roger opened his eyes again, the first thing that hit his consciousness was the slow and long bell sound. A sound was about to pass away, and another sound slowly rose, stretching endlessly, and it seemed to be the only sound in the world that existed.

He turned his heavy head and looked around. This time there was no one in the room, only he lying alone on the bed. Roger suddenly felt a little strange. Why did he wake up twice and never see Froya?

What followed was a series of questions, where did the others go? Did the Ice and Snow Goddess fall? How was the battle situation in Mount Auburn? Are the army supported by the Principality safe?

Roger's mind was in chaos. At this time, the last bell sounded outside the window was particularly distant. The sound was thick and bright, and when you listen carefully, there was a mixed sound and resonance. It was clearly the way many bells were ringing together. Only then did he realize that it was the New Year's Eve bell.

"So... is it a new year again..." Roger's consciousness sinks into the darkness again.

At this moment, Froya was listening to the New Year bells with Roger. She stood in front of the window and looked up at the night sky. Until the last lingering sound of the bell dissipated in the air, she closed the window, shrank her neck, and quickly ran to the fireplace, and put a pair of frozen little hands close to the fire and roasted it.

There was not only Froya in the room, but Jima walked back and forth in the room anxiously. Her hair was messy and her clothes were not clean. A snow-white robe was covered with blood, which was even more ferocious.

This is an ordinary house in the city of Monra. The small town of Monra is not far from Richelieu. It has always been known for its devout faith in the goddess of ice and snow. Jima came here specially because the priest Dwight in this city was a divine art master she personally passed on. His beliefs were extremely firm and he always respected her very much.

At this time, the situation of religious war had undergone drastic changes. After the Ice and Snow Goddess re-displayed the miracle, the tragic religious war came to an abrupt end, and the saint Mora, with the Eye of Wisdom, was unexpectedly designated as a servant by the Ice and Snow Goddess.

Several important figures led by the Silver Holy Sect were called "Blass" in the oracle of the Ice and Snow Goddess. They were the devil who took advantage of the goddess' sleeping and had a selfish desire. The biggest one among them was Jima!

So when Jima sneaked back to the vicinity of the imperial capital, she was shocked to find that she had become a heretic devil wanted by the Silver Holy Sect! Jima was sad and angry. She didn't know how Mora became a servant of the Silver Holy Sect, but she knew that all the oracles of the Ice and Snow Goddess must be conspiracy created by Rog and Mora.

For the first time in his life, Jima hated the natural charm so much.

Jima, whose life was already shaking, knew that she was unable to fight Rogue head-on, and she was unwilling to attack these blinded goddess believers, so she quietly brought Froya to Monra City, trying to get some help from her favorite disciples.

But the agreed time has passed, why did her disciple not come as promised? Jima felt a little uneasy, her heart tightened, and she coughed loudly again. Furoya looked up at her, sighed, and lowered her head to continue to roast her little hands that were still cold.

Just at this moment, a gentle knock on the door sounded. However, Jima's face was not at all happy, but there was a solemnity and a hint of sadness. Her magic power was no worse than her heyday. She had already discovered that more than ten people with high martial arts skills surrounded this small building. Of course, they had no kindness.

The door is open.

A thin middle-aged man walked in. When he saw Jima, he immediately showed a look of joy and comfort. Then his eyes fell on Fuluya again, and he was obviously stunned. However, it was only a matter of a moment that he lost his mind and quickly recovered and bowed deeply to Jima.

Jima stood there motionless. The jumping magic flames shone on her dark blue face, reflecting the distorted wrinkles that were hideous and terrifying. Her voice was cold and low, and she said, "Dwight! Why is this?"

The middle-aged man trembled slightly, stood up straight, looked at Jima, and said in surprise: "Teacher Jima, have you discovered it? How is this possible? All your divine powers should have disappeared."

Jima snorted coldly and said sharply: "Dwight, I can see that you are not naturally charming at Moral's fairy. Why is this? As the goddess's magician, why do you betray the goddess? Why do you help the goddess' enemies?"

Dwight was silent for a while, and his expression turned solemn and solemn. He said in a deep voice: "Teacher Jima, I have to do this, although it is difficult for me to understand this matter. My belief in the great Snow Goddess has never shaken, and it is not a conspiracy to become a servant of the gods. Hunt you... is an oracle issued by the Snow Goddess himself!"

"This is impossible! This is a conspiracy! The great ice goddess was clearly attacked by the blasphemer, and her divine power was greatly damaged, and she fell into a deep sleep! How could she issue an oracle? This is the most despicable, shameless and obscene conspiracy!" Jima screamed.

"Teacher Jima... I never expected that you... were really a blasphemy who betrayed the goddess!" Dwight looked at Jima with a very complicated face, as if sad and regretful. Then, his face slowly turned cold and frosty: "Jimma who blasphemy, at least hundreds of devout believers listened to the oracle of the goddess of ice and snow, and I am one of them. As the goddess's magician, I can certainly distinguish the authenticity of the goddess' oracle. The divine power you have now is probably no longer given by the goddess, blasphemy! Acknowledge it, you are the spokesperson of the devil!"

With Dwight's shout, more than ten warriors rushed into the room through the windows and doors.

A cold air suddenly surged out of the room, and large swaths of ice flowers suddenly bloomed on the ground. When they were touched by the samurai's feet, they immediately climbed up and quickly condensed into ice. These ice samurai who had special resistance to the cold were also fixed in place, making it difficult to move forward.

For a moment, the room was filled with snow!

Dwight cried out in a secretly bad voice and quickly chanted the spell. But when his cold barrier was completed, both Dijima and Froya had disappeared in the room, and only the magic afterglow left by a random portal was still shining faintly.

One day later.

"So, you had the chance to catch her, but you let her run away?" Roger, wrapped in a heavy fur, frowned.

At this moment, Dwight, Jima's disciple, stood in the middle of the study. He replied, "Yes. I thought she should have lost all the earthly powers given by the great snow goddess, but I never thought that she could still activate the powerful ice ring and a portal scroll hidden on her body. Therefore, I could not capture her, nor could I save Miss Froya."

Dwight's tone was cold and he had no respect for Roger at all. As a devout believer of the Snow Goddess, although he would obey all the oracles of the goddess and therefore obey Mora and Roger, he could not eliminate his disgust towards Roger. After all, Roger had ordered the massacre of a large number of believers in the Holy Church.

Roger frowned, picked up a letter on the table, read it over and over again and again. Then he raised his head and asked, "You just said that the Snow Goddess of Ice and Snow have designated Jima as the Blasphemer in her oracle. Are you sure?"

Dwight said coldly: "I am the Earth Goddess of Ice and Snow. I will not make mistakes in the goddess' oracle. Just as I wish I could kill you, the goddess' servant Mora asked me to obey your arrangements, so I came."

Roger smiled slightly, handed the letter in his hand to Dwight, and said, "Okay! Jima will come to you. Tell her and ask her to designate a time and place, and I will definitely go."

Dwight was stunned. When he took the letter, his face immediately changed slightly. The letter was written by Jima to Roger, asking Roger to self-enclose his magic and go to the location she designated alone, otherwise he would have to kill Froya. As for the specific time and place, she would ask Dwight to notify him separately.

Before Dwight could finish reading, he immediately whispered: "My devotion to the Ice Goddess is absolutely impossible to collude with the blasphemer!"

Roger smiled and said, "I know this! Of course the goddess and the servant know more. Go back, I think Jima will come to you again soon. Then you will tell her my words."

After Dwight stepped down, Roger breathed a sigh of relief and sat weakly on the chair, his face turning extremely pale for a moment. The fat man smiled bitterly. Even if he didn't close his magic power, he would definitely not be able to use any magic.

This morning, Roger had just woken up. This time he was able to support the servant and help him change clothes. But his body was still extremely weak, and even the most powerful mental power in the past was as weak as a flame floating in the storm. He didn't know how he returned to Richelieu, and after asking the servants in the mansion, Roger found that none of the strong men were there. All his memories were at the moment when the Ice and Snow Goddess was cut open, and he still didn't know why he was unconscious.

Regarding that battle, the last clear shot in his mind was the slow turning of the Ice and Snow Goddess. Has the goddess's counterattack affected other people?

Roger raised his hand with a little difficulty and pressed the painful forehead. There was also a beautiful figure lingering in front of him.

He really couldn't forget the smile that Odrech was hanging by his lips and the cold and smooth hand that gently held him.

Thinking of this, Roger's heart immediately jumped wildly.

This is true, or is it just a dream? He was a little confused.

Roger was also a little surprised by his lustful heart. He never thought that he would be so lustful, that he would have such a blasphemy thought about an unfathomable goddess, and that he had put it into practice. However, this seemed a bit different from lustfulness, or not just lust. So what exactly was it?

Roger changed his sitting position, and even such a slight movement seemed to consume a lot of his energy. The body as strong as a monster in the past was as weak as an old man. Roger only felt a mess in his mind, as if everything was slowly leaving his control, and he was no longer as calm as before. He closed his eyes and rested for a while before he felt a little better.

His head hurts more and more.

When Roger retired his servant and sat alone in the study to meditate, the scene of Odrech flying in with the Grim Reaper's sickle appeared in his mind. Although he was weak, his mind was already awake enough. He was sure that it was not a dream, and the familiar curve and breath were clearly the Grim Reaper's sickle! But why did it appear in Odrech's hands?

Roger vaguely felt that there seemed to be a translucent film just inside his reach, and all the truth was hidden behind him. He saw some scenes. But they were all twisted. Perhaps as long as he raised his hand, he could poke the film open. Many questions and confusions accumulated in his heart could get a satisfactory answer. But he didn't know how to lift his arm, nor how to poke the film through.

Roger shook his head with a wry smile. Feng Yue had clearly woken up and returned to him. But what was he guessing randomly? Moreover, this idea was so absurd.

However, there must be some relationship between Fengyue and Odrecht that he did not know, and the people around him seemed to be hiding something intentionally or unintentionally. Roger decided to ask Fengyue directly.

He calmed down and tried to call Feng Yue, but there was no response. It seemed that although Feng Yue had woken up, his temper was still the same as before, and he mostly ignored his calls.

At this moment, Feng Yue's clear anger fluctuation suddenly came: "I'm busy! Let's talk about it if you have something to do!"

Roger was stunned on the spot.

He immediately tried to call Feng Yue again, but as expected, there was no result this time.

He suddenly felt aroused in his heart. Turning his head and looking at Macbeth, who was like a phantom, had stood in the room at some point.

Macbeth looked at Roger carefully for a while before nodding slightly and said, "Fortunately, your life has finally been saved, but your curse-bound purgatory in another world has been destroyed."

Rog's face changed drastically!

He had tried to run the curse-bound purgatory in another world several times, but every time he used his magic power, it immediately caused severe pain in his chest and abdomen. The fat man thought his injury had not healed. So he could not cause magic power, but he never expected that the curse-bound purgatory in another world, which he had always relied on as the last resort, had been destroyed!

The fat man was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, returned to calm, and asked, "Why is this? Is there a way to recover?"

Macbeth pondered for a while, as if he was considering the language, and then said: "In the last battle that day, the Goddess of the Nature contained in you suddenly became fully inspired. He transformed himself into a clone of the Goddess of the Nature and took away part of the Goddess of the Ice and Snow. I have to admit that the world of God is too vast and magical for us. I don't know how the insignificant divine power of the Goddess of the Nature can grow into a clone of the Goddess of the Goddess of the Nature and Snow. I don't know how the Goddess of the Nature can grow into a clone of the Goddess of the Nature and Snow. I don't know what the Goddess of the Nature and Snow are exactly what she snatched away. So far, the only thing I know is that the Goddess of the Nature and Snow was snatched away from that blow. When the Goddess of the Nature took shape and took out of your body, it almost took away all your power and vitality, and completely destroyed your body. Odaireh repaired your body, but she could not keep the purgatory of the other world for you."

Macbeth paused, as if to comfort Roger, and said, "In fact, this may not be a good thing. The practice methods of demons always have defects in one kind or another, even in the practice methods of royalty. Whether it is the absolute level of magic that can be achieved or the speed of power growth, it is not satisfactory. You can have a better choice. However, although Audreh has specifically explained that you should not interfere with your choice of practice methods, so I can't give you any advice. But what I can tell you is that Audreh has always been dissatisfied with the speed of your strength increase. Of course, if you want to practice the curse-bound purgatory of another world again, as long as we can find a strong enough victim."

Roger smiled bitterly. When he thought about it, it seemed that neither Audrech nor Feng Yue had ever been satisfied with his strength. However, once he thought of Audrech's black hair and eyes, Roger always felt something involuntarily, but he could not explain clearly what this feeling was, nor could he figure it out.

"What was the final result of that day?"

Macbeth sighed and said slowly: "The end of that battle...of course it is victory, we will win. All the gods of the Ice and Snow Goddess were taken away, and all traces of her existence were erased. From that moment on, another god was missing in this plane."

Successfully killing the god, this great achievement that most powerful people would never dream of in their entire lives. For some reason, Macbeth had no excitement when he spoke, and Roger felt inexplicably more heavy in his heart.

"Then why did Dwight, the divine artist of the Silver Holy Church, say that he could still feel the existence of the Snow Goddess and hear her oracle? He should be able to tell whether the divine power of the Snow Goddess is true or false." Roger asked.

"That's because the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess he sensed was real." Macbeth sighed and said, "Audrehe did not merge it into his own divine power after he obtained the divine power of the Ice and Snow Goddess."

After hearing this news, the strange and heavy feeling in Roger's heart became even more obvious.

“Replace?”

"Yes. Substitution. Even if most so-called strong men in this plane are lucky enough to defeat a bad god with the weakest power, they often don't know how to strip the divine character down and make themselves embark on the road to the gods. Their ability is just a seal. In addition, fusing the divine character with their own power and turning it into their own power is another way. And we not only know how to extract all the divine power from the Ice and Snow Goddess. Moreover, because of the power of Audreh, the third choice and substitution are possible. In addition to missing the part of the divine ability that was stolen by the Goddess of Nature, you can completely think that Audreh is the Ice and Snow Goddess."

Roger nodded, and he finally understood.

But he didn't know that Audrey Hepburn had no god...

In any case, judging from the situation of the battle that day, the realm and power of the Ice and Snow Goddess must far surpass Audreh. Replacing the Ice and Snow Goddess is undoubtedly a huge improvement for her. But why can't I be happy at all?

"Are you anything else to tell me about Odrech?" Roger looked at Macbeth and suddenly asked.

Macbeth seemed to have known that Roger would ask this, and immediately glanced at Roger meaningfully and said, "You have too many things to know about Audrech. But I should not tell you these, nor will I tell you. All the answers need to be discovered by yourself. The key to discovering the answer is strength, absolute power! Although there is not much time left for you, everything is still too late, if you are willing to improve your strength with all your strength."

Rog looked at the ceiling with a blank expression, and nodded for a long time and said, "The power... OK, I understand! Where are the rest of us? Froya fell into Jima's hands. I need help."

Macbeth said, "I have been looking for Froya for a few days. But Jima hides very cleverly. The power she uses is also very strange and has nothing to do with the divine power of the Snow Goddess. Otherwise, Odreh would have been able to lock her position long ago. Now the others are by the goddess, and they each have their own tasks. Only Elder Sius can help you in this matter."

"Is Seus?" Roger smiled slightly. With this old fox by his side, he always felt very relieved.

Macbeth nodded with a smile, and his figure gradually faded away. Before leaving, he still told him: "Don't forget the strength! Power is everything!"

In a lonely pasture north of Richelieu, there were screams echoing at the top of his lungs, which were like night owls, like ghosts crying, and even somewhat similar to the howling of the dead banshee.

This is an ancient and humble pasture. The fire is burning in the living room floor fireplace, but the cold wind penetrates the four walls and windows easily dispels these slight warmth.

Froya threw pieces of dry firewood into the fireplace continuously, and the beautiful blue eyes stared at the bright and warm fire. However, the focus of her sight was the void behind the flames, and her heart had already escaped from this small pasture and drifted into the distance.

Behind Froya, Jima was rolling on the ground, making a cry of pain. She kept tearing the white hair on her head with her hands, and she used so much force that she even pulled off the white hair and the flesh in strands!

The screams lasted for a while when they reached the limit of human beings for a while, and then quickly weakened. In the living room, there was only Jima's breathing like a bellows.

Froya came to her senses and sighed, knowing that Jima could not bear the torture of the curse, and finally stabbed herself with the dagger again. Although Fuma did not recognize the origin of the dagger, she knew with her rich magical knowledge. Every time Jima stabbed herself, her life would be shorter a little longer.
To be continued...