After listening to the report, Rogge opened his eyes slightly and said slowly in a low and strange voice: "Let them wait first!"

After the man stepped down, Froya raised her head and said, "I'm pretending again!"

Roger rubbed her blonde hair. He smiled and said, "To deal with these people, you must put on a stance. The more arrogant you are, the less they dare to neglect you. We don't have to hurry to go out and let the guys Dro wait slowly."

Froya narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying Roger's touch, and said, "The Dros' attitude towards us is changing very quickly!"

"Obviously. They must have just suffered a big defeat. So we don't have to worry."

The senior officials and nobles of Dros stood outside for half an hour. The old man in charge looked ugly and seemed to be almost fainting. Roger slowly walked out of the gate with Froya. Under the guidance of the old man, Roger and Froya boarded the most luxurious carriage and surrounded by countless royal guards, headed towards the imperial palace.

The next few days seemed busy, but in fact they were as dull as water.

Roger and Froya were placed in the Palace of Sophia, which was specially used to welcome the highest honorable guest of the Dro Empire. In the past decade, Sophiaia has only been opened four times. It is a little ironic that the Palace of Sophiaia is open four times. Three times were used to receive the Pope of the Church of Light.

Just the next day, Froya couldn't stand the endless banquet of the Dro Empire. So she called her sickness, hid back to her room, and focused on studying the plane and meditating. Roger dealt with Emperor Dro and the powerful ministers and nobles every day, as if she was enjoying it. Emperor Droya soon discovered that this fat man with a kind smile was not simple, and no matter how they tried, they could not find any slightest touch from him.

At countless banquets, Rogge talked about religion, goddesses, and faith, and never talked about war and covenant. The envoys of the Aslofik Empire suddenly became leisurely and were not anxious about whether the negotiations could achieve results.

Days passed day by day, but they were not anxious, but Emperor Dro was already anxious. The battle reports from the south came one after another, and the Bavarian army had defeated the three largest vassal states in the southern part of the empire in succession. In these three battles, the Dro's army suffered nearly 30,000 casualties, and another 80,000 were defeated, and only the rear was reorganized. Among these three battles, the most surprising situation was a battle between the Duke of Dumas and the Lion Tooth Legion of the Dero Empire.

Duke Dumas is the most powerful prince in the south of the Dro Empire. In the past half month, he has left the main force of the Dro Empire's army and personally led 20,000 troops to follow the Lion Tooth Legion, trying to capture the opportunity for a decisive battle. However, the Lion Tooth Legion acted quickly and never fought with him.

After more than ten days of the game of hide and seek, the Lion Tooth Legion suddenly stopped in the Bayton Valley. Arrayed and waited for the arrival of Dumas Dumas.

At this time, Duke Dumas was only more than a hundred kilometers away from the main legion of the Dro Empire behind him. However, this distance of more than a hundred kilometers became the key to determining the outcome of the war.

The formation of 8,000 Lion Tooth Knights was arranged opposite Dumas' 20,000 troops.

At that time, the sun had already set in the west, and the clouds were as bloody as the sky.

The bloody sky put a layer of bloody new clothes on the eight thousand standing knights. In this bloody square formation, a surging blood cloud suddenly rose!

Driven by this blood cloud, the entire lion tooth formation moved! The iron cavalry rolled, like a blood pool in the sky suddenly burst out. A red waterfall hangs in the sky!

And that blood cloud had already surpassed the knight formation behind him. With boundless murderous aura, he rushed towards Dumas' army quickly and incompetently!

The mighty Duke Dumas faced the setting sun, and the sunshine and shadow pierced his eyes and the scenery was blurred. He stared at the rolling blood cloud, and could only vaguely see a knight with a spear and horse in the blood cloud.

Duke Dumas suddenly smelled a bloody smell that was too thick to melt. Then his eyes, which could not bear the sun, stinged, and tears were involuntarily shedding tears.

"What a hell!" Dumas cursed. He rubbed his eyes hard.

He vaguely heard the army behind him clamoring, but the sound seemed very far away and very erratic, and he could not hear clearly what he was calling.

Dumas finally opened his eyes.

Only in an instant, his eyes opened to the maximum!

At some point, the space around him had been dyed with dark red, and the red was like fog, constantly drifting. And the vague knight just now. It was already in front of him!

The knight still looked very young, with no expression on his handsome face, and blood seemed to flow in his cold eyes. Duke Dumas suddenly felt that the knight looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person. Duke Dumas didn't know that he would suddenly feel this way. His eyes looked down the knight's shoulder and saw his arm, and the gun in his hand along his arm.

Dumas suddenly realized that the gun was slowly pulling out of his chest!

How could he be so fast! Dumas thought of this problem only then.

The Duke stood on the war horse, his astonishment expression had frozen forever on his face.

The blood cloud gently brushed across his body and floated towards the battle formation behind him.

A vulture hovered in the sky, and its keen intuition told it that there would be a sumptuous dinner today. It was sharply hawkishly glanced at the earth, looking for food.

On the earth, there were tens of thousands of soldiers in chaos, and among them, a straight blood line was extending rapidly in the battle formation!

The blood waterfall hanging from the sky had already flowed to the formation at this time!

No one would have thought that Duke Dumas, who had been through the battle formation, would be defeated so quickly. The next morning. When the main force of the Dro Empire followed the guidance of the defeated soldiers to the Betan Valley, he only saw tens of thousands of Dro warriors' corpses and countless vultures eating. There was no corpse of the Lion Tooth Knight on the battlefield. It was obvious that the Lion Tooth Legion retreated calmly after cleaning up the battlefield.

The three powerful men in the south fell one after another. The entire government and public dynasty of the Dro Empire was shocked. The current Dro Empire was not an enterprising person. He was both arrogant and very timid. After the war reports of the defeat in the southern war came one after another, he finally couldn't suppress his inner fear and his attitude towards the Aslofik Empire's delegation had a fundamental change.

At this moment, as long as the Aslofik Empire is willing to send troops, whether it is cede land or compensate for military expenses, Emperor Dro will agree. Therefore, Rog, who is important in the Aslofik Empire, has become the focus of Oshinia. But the fat man never mentions politics and allows the envoys to play everything. As long as he speaks, in addition to preaching the doctrine of the goddess, he praises the greatness of the goddess.

In order to conquer Rog, the ministers of the Dro Empire had worked hard. They knew that power and money had no effect on people like Fatty. The only one who could touch Rog’s heart was a woman. But the fat man’s little fairy was beautiful and incompetent, with a perfect figure, and a prominent identity, and superb magic. Emperor Rog’s almost searched Oshinia, but how could he find a woman who was comparable to Froya?

Since you cannot win by quality, you can only pass the level by quantity.

****, the quality of the maid in Sophia Lan Palace suddenly rose by two levels. The fat man entered the palace gate and looked around and saw scenery everywhere. But the fat man was going to put on the airs of the pope at this moment and maintained his sacred glory image at all times. The little fairy refused to let him do whatever he wanted, so even though he faced the delicious food in the garden, the fat man could only watch but not eat it.

I'm afraid only he knows the taste of gains and losses.

For several days, the Dro Empire kept giving in, and the messengers of Aslofik were not very good. After the Dro Empire ceded a grain-producing lake area, they hadtily signed an alliance agreement, agreeing that the Arofik Empire would dispatch 200,000 troops to enter the Dro Empire to fight the Church of Light against the Duchy of Bavaria. During the war, all supplies of the northern army were the Dro Empire. In addition, another condition of the agreement was that the Holy Church could freely preach in the Dro Empire, and the Church of Light should be expelled from the Dro Empire.

Emperor Dro readily agreed with the religious clause. Although there were many believers in the Church of Light in the empire, the Church of Light was openly standing on the side of the Principality of Bavaria, and the only difference was that the Holy Knights personally participated in the war. And all signs showed that the unexpectedly powerful combat effectiveness of the Duchy of Bavaria was largely due to the fact that many church members served in the army.

Emperor Deluo himself was a believer in the Church of Light. But in his eyes, royal power was more important than anything else. In front of the throne, the Supreme God, faith, and even his parents and brothers all let him go to hell!

Looking at the several electric falcons carrying the alliance agreement, Rogge, standing in the sky garden of Sophia Palace, couldn't help but sigh in secret that interests are really a wonderful thing. In the face of interests, the Aslofik Empire and the Dro Empire, which were about to fight, became brothers who fought side by side in a short time, and concluded an alliance agreement that was enough to affect the situation on the entire continent.

This agreement was later called the sacred agreement by countries on the mainland.

These earth-electric falcons are known for their ferocity and speed. They can return to the north within one day. Then more than 100,000 coolies will pick up the axe saw again, and countless towering ancient trees will fall down.

As the avenue extends, hundreds of thousands of imperial troops who have been ready to go will enter the Dro Empire under the leadership of legendary generals Alexander and Pompey. As the army advances, there are hundreds of mages from the Holy Church, the powerful Ice Temple Warriors, and the powerful people gathered together at an unprecedented scale!

And in the camp of the Holy Church, there are nearly 10,000 elves archers.

A magnificent battle is about to begin.

This is a showdown between the warriors of the northern country and the warriors of the southern world. It is a battle between the powerful men of the northern world and the holy land of the southern magic, and it is also a collision between the two major religious places of the Holy Church and the Church of Light!

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the sky is full of stars in the sky. Roger has stood in the sky garden with his hands on his back, and he has been standing for a whole day.

He just looked up at the sky.

Whether it is the clouds rolling up, or the wind passing by, birds singing, they can bring him endless information. Rogue knew that in the near future, the strong and sad military call of the North would sound over Oshinia. He even knew that this time Feuerbach himself entered the south and was already ready to not be able to return to the northern grasslands.

The Emperor had already made up his mind to die if he could not win!

This summer night was surprisingly cold. The thick and wet mist rose up in the entire Oshinia, and the thin dewdrops climbed onto Roger's hair, gathered together, flowing down his cheeks, and disappeared into his lichen collar.

It seems that Oshinia's souls that have not dissipated for thousands of years have already traveled on this night. They emitted the cold air to dispel the warmth that should have in summer nights.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up at the night sky. He seemed to be smiling, but the expression on his face seemed to be a vampire who longed for blood.

In fact, drops of cold dew can also convey too much information to him.

Roger was looking at the sky, while the book of Hilo was slowly flowing in his heart.

"The gods create existence from nothingness and create kingdoms among planes. All existence in the kingdom will be determined by God's will. God will rest, and they are tired from creating kingdoms. When they wake up, God will truly be God."

"God will be tired."

At the end of this page, there is still the extremely familiar sentence: "The gods are not omnipotent, and Hilo can do everything."

Roger's eyes passed through the night sky. He seemed to see that outside the night sky, a mysterious country was being established from scratch.

Will she rest after she builds the kingdom of God?

"When you wake up, God will truly be God." This sentence echoed in Dirogue's heart over and over again.

When she woke up, did she truly complete the process of enthroning the gods? And did she still remember everything in the past?

Roger suddenly became very confused.

At this moment, with the place where Rogue stood as the boundary, the vast night suddenly opened slowly. Behind the night is a completely unknown world.

There is a thick darkness in the north, and several extremely tall figures stand faintly in the darkness. And beside the darkness, the one standing gracefully is the dreamlike her.

Her black hair is still straight, like a drooping waterfall, and the brilliance in her silver eyes is the same as before.

But the figure holding the Grim Reaper's Scythe in my arms always seemed so lonely for some reason.

And in the south, it is light.

It is soft, sacred, boundless light.

Only light!
Chapter completed!