The Eve of the Seven Days Book

Nothing on the eve

"ah!!"

A painful roar echoed through the palace in the dark. Then there was a harsh metal collision and friction sound, mixed with gentle female laughter.

The painful screams gradually subsided, and were replaced by heavy and difficult gasps. These gasps were filled with trembling sounds, which sounded like a broken bellows.

The gentle laughter sounded again. This time, without the interference of metal friction, the laughter seemed much clearer. The laughter then turned into a cry of pain, but even the pain was a faint seducing and criminal voice.

The hall is high and empty. Although there are more than a dozen huge magic torches erected on the ground in the center of the hall, the jumping flames cannot reach the top and edge of the hall. Against the backdrop of the swaying flames, painted on the roof and walls of the hall, the scroll of the miracles of the gods in the heaven is lit and dark. For a moment, the gods and angels painted inside seem to be resurrected, staring at the center of the hall with ferocious faces.

A strong smell of blood was scattered in the far-reaching hall.

In the center of the hall, more than ten magic torches formed a circle, illuminating a steel platform in the center. On the steel platform was a man with a steel nail passing through his hands and feet, and he was nailed to the steel platform.

There was also a woman in costume standing by the steel table. Her sleeves were rolled up high, revealing her skin as snowy as she was. Every movement of her was so gentle and elegant, no matter what she was doing.

"Art! This is real art!" The woman exclaimed with emotion, staring at the man on the steel stage for a long time. Then she flipped her wrist and showed off a small and delicate dagger, slowly slashing the man's chest.

The man's chest had already been cut open, and the wound looked a little white, and the blood seemed to be draining, and only some transparent **** were still slowly oozing out. His sternum was also cut off, revealing the internal organs below that were still slightly squirming.

His heart was still beating strongly.

And the dagger was slowly and firmly piercing into his heart!

The heart suddenly jumped and twisted constantly. Trying to resist the cutting of the dagger. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth. She held the dagger in both hands, and almost leaned over the man. She used all her strength to finally cut the heart into two parts.

The man trembled all over and let out another painful roar. He clenched his fists and suddenly smashed the steel platform hard. A powerful force rushed from the woman's feet. She exclaimed, fell to the sky and fell heavily to the ground. After such a violent movement, the man's wrist tendons rubbed against the steel nails, and the wound suddenly became much bigger.

The woman then stood up, sorted out her somewhat messy clothes, and said with a smile: "I really can't see that you still have the strength to fight back in this situation. It seems that I have to nail you a few more nails. Roger, in fact, you know that all resistance is in vain, so why bother to put that effort? I'll let you go today when I get tired of playing. You are a very smart person, and you have to do such stupid things again and again for these days?"

It was Roger who was nailed to the steel table. He turned his head with difficulty. Looking at the woman's close to perfection, he spat with all his strength. But his entire throat had been cut open at this moment, so he could only spit it.

The woman took several huge steel nails, and carefully identified the patterns engraved on the steel nails with magic fire. Finally, she chose a steel nail coiled with long dragons and a steel nail with seven angel wings. She took out a small hammer surrounded by purple light, and nailed the huge steel nail half a meter long through Roger's elbow.

Her snow-white arms looked slender and tender, and the waving hammer was as delicate as a toy. But every weak and weak hit she would make a loud noise, amid the harsh metal rubbing. The steel nails sank down for several minutes.

After finishing the two steel nails, Roger lay on the steel platform, leaving only the strength to breathe hard, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Wow! A pot of milky white **** with a strong sacred and life breath poured on Roger. These **** have almost magical powers. They were absorbed by Roger's wounds at an incredible speed, and then burst out thick and insoluble mist, sealing his wounds. The flesh and blood of Roger's wounds began to wriggle, and began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were cut into two pieces of earth and connected countless thin filaments between the hearts, and then slowly pulled together.

In the blink of an eye, Roggedi's body was as intact as before.

"What a perfect work of art!" The woman's crystal-clear hands kept stroking the fat man's body, her eyes were astonishingly bright, and she kept admiring like a dream.

Roger recovered a little angry and said to the woman intermittently: "Catherine, don't bother with it, killing me directly...it will be easier."

"Kill you? To kill you?" Catherine chuckled softly, and her hands kept stroking Roger's skin, saying, "After I kill you, it won't take long to revive your soul with the help of the soul! You are a master of the soul, and I am only interested in your body. Look, although I don't know how to explore the secrets deep in your soul, and I don't understand how to find the location of the natal demon box from the connection of the soul, but look, I can infer the existence of the natal demon box from the structure of your body alone. Isn't it also very powerful?"

The more Katherine said, the lower the voice became, the more hoarse it became. She slowly leaned on Roger's body, looked at Roger's eyes, and slowly said: "And your body is really a rare work of art! Every time you cut it, it will adjust the structure itself according to the damage it suffered. Did you know that every time you cut your chest, the trembling expectation can make people crazy! You are really a master of creation! But Roger, can you still be considered a person when you transform your body like this?" Wuzhuo Novel Network does not jump to the word.

Roger closed his eyes and ignored all her problems.

Catherine's breathing slowly became heavier. The fragrant orchid-like breath gently brushed on Roger's face, and the slender five fingers of his left hand were touching Roger's lips.

"Since I know that you have a natal demon box, how could it give you a chance to use it? Your soul will always be trapped in this body and endure endless pain. Even if I kill you by mistake, I have time to destroy your soul. So Rogue, you should give up all hope!"

Roger's eyes suddenly opened and he opened his mouth. He quickly bit Catherine's slender five fingers like lightning, and blue veins appeared on his forehead. He almost used all his strength to bite him!

Catherine **** said with a hint, her eyes blurred, as if she was extremely enjoyable. Then she slowly pulled her left hand out of Roger's mouth.

Because he bit too hard, blood began to seep from Roger's teeth, but there were only a few shallow tooth marks on Catherine's tender hands!

Catherine laughed. She said softly: "Did you see it? My body is protected by divine power, and you can't hurt me at all!"

Her right hand slowly wandered on Roger's skin, gradually moving down, and finally grasped the weapon that Roger had always been proud of.    The slender five fingers had made it stand upright with its extremely flexible movement.

Roger closed his eyes again, as if he was sleeping deeply. After being nailed to his hands and feet with six steel nails with powerful magic, he had completely lost control of his body, whether it was emotion, pain or repairing his body. It was just his body's instinctive reaction.

Catherine suddenly lifted up her gorgeous long skirt, and under her skirt was completely red! She turned over and sat on Rogge's body, her eyes became blurred, and hysterical **** was spitting out of her lips. At this moment, Catherine was completely different from Duanli who had been holding her back in the past, but she completely became a slave!

In the empty hall, **** circling and rising one after another. Finally, the **** had completely turned into a hoarse shout!

Catherine's whole body was trembling, sweat dripping on her forehead, and her eyes could no longer be opened.    Happiness was like a tide, and it washed away her nerves frantically and repeatedly.    Catherine's right hand was not fumbled on the steel platform, and finally touched the dagger.   So she screamed and finally climbed to the highest peak of happiness!

One after another, a brilliant light flashed by, and wherever each light fell, a extremely gorgeous blood-colored flower would bloom!

Roger's face was still calm. His eyes were closed. But drops of sweat couldn't help but seep out from his forehead, and the corners of his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

Catherine raised her head. She screamed hysterically, holding the dagger in her hands, and then and then, heavily inserted it into Roger's chest and abdomen! With each drop, her body would tremble involuntarily, as if the wave of happiness had surged to a new height!

Where the dagger landed, the skin had already been torn, the sternum was crushed, and even the organs that knew they did not belong to humans were cut into pieces and were still being cut into pieces.

The dagger contains divine power, the steel nails are specially made, the steel platform is specially made for Rogue, and even the magic lights are part of a large magical position. Here, every bit of pain that Rogue suffered in his body will be magnified thousands of times and will eventually be passed on to his soul.

And this pain will not lead to numbness.

The happy waves finally faded.

Catherine gasped, sweating all over her body was raining. Her eyes were full of fatigue and joy, and she gently stirred the paste of Roger's chest with her hands.

"Little Rogue, you are not a good person, don't tell me that you have faith. You have done a lot of things like betrayal and surrender! What about you who refuse to surrender this time? You should know that the Allies have been completed and there is no power to stop the spread of the Supreme God's faith. Are you still going to do something hopeless?" Wuzhuo Novel Network does not skip words.

Roger opened his eyes slightly, and only occasionally a silver color flashed through his dull eyes. His eyes passed over Catherine's face and fell into the endless void.

Yes, the Allies have been defeated.

Rogge, who had been struggling in endless pain, was always in a daze and could not even remember the time. But he knew that after the war that day, it was only a matter of time before the complete defeat of the Allied Power. Even if he escaped, no matter how hard he struggled in the future, he would just delay the moment of despair a little.

To not surrender? Roger still clearly remembers the words he always believed in: If I can't fight you, then let me do it with you.

However, at the end of his gaze, in the dark nothingness, there was still a newly built kingdom; in front of the expansion of the gods of the heavenly world, there was still a figure of Fengyi and dreamlike, standing.

He knew that the Lord God of Heaven was not tolerant.   Their endless glory did not leave her a place.

Roger's face twitched. He slowly looked at Catherine's charming face. He took a breath with great difficulty, and then slowly opened his mouth, but his lips moved a few times, making a much weaker sound than the sound of mosquitoes. Catherine couldn't hear him clearly.

Catherine smiled slightly, lowered her head, and placed her ears beside Roger's mouth. She tried to capture the extremely ethereal sound.

"Go to you...**..."

At this moment, Lille was immersed in joy. The decisive battle of the Sun and Earth miracles have always been the overwhelming topic of street taverns. Now everyone believes that in the face of the glory of the Supreme God, all pagans who were defeated by the devil can only embark on the road of destruction. Even the seemingly powerful and unstoppable army of the Aslofik Empire was wiped out in the decisive battle. Feuerbach, Alexander, Pompeii, and Roger, these evil names that resounded throughout the continent. They all went with this battle and turned into symbols in history books.

Now the remnants of the Aslofik Empire have retreated to the north, and Emperor Dro has rumored that he has sent secret envoys to find a surrender plan that is decent enough to preserve the royal power.

Although the Aslofik Empire still occupies the northern country, it is only a matter of time before the Holy Hui Alliance advances north and restores the faith of the Holy High God on the prairie of thousands of miles north.

In recent days, there have been many knights in Lille City that are famous in mainland China. Human-faced spiders, moon-faced wolf, lion heart, lion teeth, and the blue demon legion of the Austro-Hungarian Empire have appeared one after another. The rest of these main legions indirectly proves the judgment of the situation of the battle. So the cheerful atmosphere of Lille City has become more intense.

At noon, the sound of hoofs carrying wind and thunder suddenly rang in Lille! On the road leading directly to the Grand Duke Mansion, several knights were running towards the Grand Duke Mansion at full speed. If you could not see this scene, no one would believe that these few knights would actually bring out such hoofs that were like wind and thunder!

Pedestrians on the streets were evading, and even some knights belonging to the Blue Evil and the Human-faced Spider Legion made way and were unwilling to argue with the people coming. They had already seen the armor styles and emblems of these knights, which were the marks of the Lion Tooth Legion. No one was willing to provoke an opponent who wanted to find someone to fight desperately at any time. Although the Lion Tooth Legion was no longer the guilty legion used for cannon fodder, under the leadership of Kate, the unrivaled fighting style of those years was mostly preserved. Perhaps because of this. In terms of the results on the battlefield, the Lion Tooth Legion ranked first among the legions.

The knights ran to the main gate of the Grand Duke Mansion before rolling over and dismounting. The leading knight immediately strode into the mansion. The moment he took a step, the knights guarding the Grand Duke Mansion involuntarily took a few steps back. The person they had already recognized was Kate, the leader of the Lion Tooth Legion, but under the pressure of his invisible murderous aura, he was still shocked and could not help himself.

Kate ignored these frightened guards at all and just made great strides towards the insiders of the Grand Duke's Mansion.

At this moment, an ordinary carriage carriage quietly drove into the mansion of the Grand Prosecutor Franco. The men who were escorting the carriage were wearing civilian costumes, but their eyes were full of murderous aura, and they carefully carried a large rectangular object from the carriage and moved it to the side room.

After the things were put down, the grand prosecutor Franco, who was covered with a gloomy breath, strode into the room, lifted off the black cloth covering the object, and then was stunned on the spot.

Under the black cloth, there was a piece of cold ice that sealed the ice that happened in the battlefield that day.

There was a long battle spear in the ice, and the gun was standing slanted with two people of different postures. One of them was a purple armored Bauhinia butterfly full of purple armor, and the other was a tall magic swordsman. The magic swordsman seemed to be trying to protect the Bauhinia butterfly under his body, and there were more than ten swords inserted on his back. These swords were blocked by him with his thick armor and his broad back, but his flesh and blood could not stop the extremely fierce battle spear.

Judging from the style, this battle gun is a special weapon of the temple.

There was no expression on Franco's solemn face. He walked to the other side of Han Bing and looked at the expressions of the moment before the two of them died.

He was looking at her, and she was looking into the distance.

Franco stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cold ice. After a long time, he said tumultuously: "Go and tell Kate. Just say I saw it. Now... burn them."

After saying that, Franco turned around and walked out of the room. He never looked back.

As time goes by, the space where the Great Temple of Light is located becomes more and more deadly.

The mountains here are still green and the water is still clear. Several waterfalls flowing down from the peaks are also magnificent. There are butterflies flying among the flowers and birds hovering in the sky, together forming a beautiful picture that is unrequited.

However, because it is so beautiful and over-perfect, these scenery always makes people feel like they are looking at the scroll. And painting is lifeless.

The Temple of Light is still majestic, and its whole body exudes a strong holy brilliance. In the holy brilliance like smoke and fog, dozens of angels float in the air, floating slightly in the gentle wind.

There was no expression on every angel's face, and even his posture did not change. Only the occasional flapping of the wings behind him would show that they were not a completely lifeless game**.

The responsibilities of these angels are to protect important figures in the Great Temple of Light. However, the glory of the earth in the temple actually improves their abilities in multiple ways, and even these low-level angels who were unable to have wings can temporarily have wings. From this point of view, I don’t know whether the angels guard the temple or the temple protects the wings of the angels.

At this time, the bell rings in the secret realm, and the two doors of the Temple of Light, dozens of meters high, slowly opened. From the door were the Pope and the Blood Angel Augustus.

The Pope was struggling and slow, and seemed to be at any time possible to fall to the ground. However, the angels in the sky all bowed to the Pope to show their respect.

The Pope slowly raised his head. He looked up at the blue and distant sky. In the pope's dim eyes, there was no projection of an angel at all, and the secret realm in which the Grand Temple of Light could not leave any trace in his eyes. In these eyes, there was only a large piece of colorful light that flickered and dark.

Augustus immediately half-kneeled behind the Pope humbly and lowered his head. He had seen the Pope's eyes and knew that if those extremely brilliant lights slowed down tens of millions of times, it would be the process of birth and death on countless planes.

The longer he followed the Pope, the more Augustus felt that he could not see through this old man in his twilight years. The Blood Angel could not understand how the Pope could have such unpredictable power with a body of an ordinary human race.

Quietly, the blood angel's long hair suddenly floated up. Then it broke into several pieces.

Knock! Augustus stood up. He pulled out the long sword from his waist like lightning, and his wings behind him were instantly displayed! He looked up at the sky, looking for the terrible and unknown enemy.

However, what greeted him were countless broken limbs and broken wings! They were the body and wings of the angel! Just as Augustus raised his head, dozens of low-level angels guarding the Great Temple of Light were actually killed in the air!

In the bloody rain, only the Pope stood tall and remained as motionless as a mountain. The flesh and blood wings sprinkled on the head would disappear without a trace once they entered an invisible area around him.

The Pope stared at the slowly falling in the air, and the unparalleled woman sighed heavily before slowly saying: "You, you really shouldn't have come out of the kingdom..."

Her black hair was already messy, and the brilliance of her wings behind her was no longer the same as before. There were even several scars in her icy and crystal-clear neck. There were still several gaps in the huge blade of the Grim Reaper's Scythe, and the golden blood was slowly dripping along the slender five fingers holding the sickle.

Only those silver pupils are still as peaceful as before.

Feng Yue said lightly: "How can I not come?"

The Pope shook his head, sighed, and then slowly said: "Since you are here, you should know the final outcome. The great Andreoli has foresaw your arrival, so he did not return to heaven and is waiting to see you in the Great Temple."
Chapter completed!