The first day of the seven-day book

The first daylight and darkness

Rog's heavy footsteps kept echoing in the empty hall, just like his messy mood at the moment.

The Pope stayed alone in the Gemini Hall at the end, and asked Rogue to arrange everything on his own. So Rogue slowly walked through the ten halls and once again looked at ten statues of Purgatory Angels. Even with the fat man's eyesight and insight at this moment, he could not see clearly what secrets contained in these statues.

All the detection results show that these are just ordinary statues without abnormal power, although the materials used to make the statues are still unknown. But after witnessing the refining process of Elyssis and Orpherok, Roger did not believe this result anyway. This only shows that his ability is not enough to see through the secrets contained in these statues.

Ten halls, ten statues, and ten different tragic stories. Along the way, Roger seemed to have watched ten epic battles, and the heavy life of tens of millions of years was filled with a moment of heavy weight, which made him feel a little breathless.

In Roger's heart, there was a bright color in the unbearable heaviness and sorrow. That was the little girl who was holding the Grim Reaper's sickle, floating in the air, silently following him. She lowered her head slightly, grabbed Roger's clothes tightly with her little hand, and said she refused to let go.

Roger slowly walked into the outermost hall and was slightly stunned. In the middle of the hall, there was a handsome and incompetent man standing, with his eyes hiding trillions of stars looking at him calmly. Six blue wings stretched out from him, and every time the wings swelled, they would float from it countless stars, light and dark, slowly floating up in the rising light blue light mist. The beautiful short hair of chestnut color also kept floating in the dreamy star fog.

Roger looked at the starry eyes that destroyed hundreds of high-level mages, and then looked at the six sky-blue wings silently, and finally smiled bitterly.

Andre Oli smiled slightly, and stepped across the entire hall in one step and stood in front of Rogue.

"I am Andre Oli. My Lord is the great Lord God Dismasen." His voice was clear and soft, and it sounded extremely pleasant. What surprised Roger was a little surprised. He was talking, rather than communicating with spiritual fluctuations like some powerful beings who love it.

"Rog.  " the fat man finally said.

Roger did not believe that the Six-winged Angel, who was staring at him on the battlefield that day, would not know his situation, so he simply replied.

As if attracted by Andre Olyri's fantastic wings, the little girl suddenly floated out from behind Rogue and grabbed the sky blue wings. Her movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, and a trace of silver earth-shaped lightning was wrapped around her white and tender little hands. It was completely different from her tender appearance. The little girl's casual grab was enough to make the powerful people in the Holy Realm retreat.

Roger hurriedly reached out and took her back to her arms. She naturally lost her grip. But Feng Yue still seemed to be unwilling to give up. The Death Scythe instantly changed from her right hand to her left hand, and then slashed at Andre Oli's wings.

Roger smiled bitterly, and had to take off her Grim Reaper's Scythe, and put Feng Yue behind her back. He also returned the sickle to her.

Andre Oli didn't care about Feng Yue's rude behavior at all, and just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it seems that this action has become her habit."

But Roger couldn't laugh.

Since tearing apart the angel's wings has become Feng Yue's instinct, how many cruel battles have she finally formed such an instinct?

Andreoli stepped up to Roger. He gently held the fat man's hand. Andreoli's hand was soft and crystal clear, as cold as ice. At the same time, he leaned forward and leaned against Roger's ear and said softly. The corners of the fat man's mouth immediately twitched slightly.

At this time, Andre Oli began to exude a blue light from his body, and his body gradually became transparent. He continued to walk forward, and like a gust of wind, it blew past Roger and Fengyue, and then turned into a wisp of star mist and disappeared.

Roger's brow frowned slightly.   A moment just now, a strange feeling spread throughout his body, as if Andre Oli, who had turned into an invisible star fog, had passed through his body.

Roger slowly raised his right hand.   The ice-grilling feeling of Andre Olyri remained in his hand.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

The fat man thought for a while, then raised his hand. He swallowed the gem and led Feng Yue to open the black crystal stone giant gate of the hall.

Augustus was still waiting outside the gate. Seeing a little girl behind Roger, he said in surprise, and said, "Your Majesty has prepared a residence for you. You can rest tonight. From tomorrow, you can work hard to spread the glory of the High Godland. Come with me!"

Rogge remained silent and walked away with Augustus.

It's late at night.

The cold moonlight fell gently on Roger through the high floor-to-ceiling window. The fat man changed into a black pajamas, lay on his back on the bed, looking at the beautiful night outside the window, thinking. He no longer needed sleep, but now Xiao Fengyue is sleeping well, so the fat man can only stay in the bed.

The little girl leaned on the fat man, her black hair was dripping like silky satin, and her small hands tightly grasped the fat man's pajamas, sleeping peacefully and warmly. At this time, she finally let go of the Death Scythe, which would never leave for a moment.

Rogge withdrew his gaze from the window and fell on Feng Yue. He gently lifted up a wisp of Feng Yue's black hair and watched it slide from his fingertips as if it was silently drooping waterfall. Rogge was a little confused. There was extremely terrifying power in Feng Yue's tender body. Perhaps because of losing her divine nature and consciousness, she obviously didn't know how to use these powers. But even so, Feng Yue shouldn't need to sleep. Why is he so sleepy now?

However, seeing her sleeping so quietly, a trace of joy slowly surged into Roger's heart.

In this quiet and joyful moment, Rogge finally felt that he had found the meaning of existence from the heavy mountain of depression. In front of him, a ray of light suddenly jumped out of the vast and endless darkness.

The light rises and lives above, while the darkness falls below.

Although Roger is still walking in the dark world, when he raises his head, he can already see the light.

Under the cold moonlight, the time in the room seemed to freeze.

A wisp of breeze gently blew on Roger's face. Although they were weak, they contained extremely sharp murderous aura, like sharp needles, poking Roger's nerves fiercely.

The fat man suddenly sat up and found that the room was covered with morning light. He couldn't help but be surprised. He fell asleep last night, and he had slept so late!

There were wisps of murderous winds swirling in the room, and wherever the wind blew, they would leave faint scratches. These winds all had the blade of the Death Scythe.

Feng Yue had already gotten up, and she stood in the air, dancing rapidly, and when she danced to the fastest speed, she threw the Death Scythe forward with force. Once she left Feng Yue's little hand, the Death Scythe would suddenly subside and then start to become blurry. Some blades even disappeared completely. However, the Death Scythe quickly became clearer and fell downward. At this time, Feng Yue reached out and grabbed the Death Scythe and grabbed the Death Scythe in the air.

Roger looked at it for a while and finally realized that she wanted to place the Death Scythe in a parallel space. So he stood up and caught the Death Scythe that fell again. He said gently to Xiao Fengyue: "Your order is wrong. You must first stabilize that space before you can put the sickle in."

After saying that, Roger waved his hand and the Death Scythe disappeared. Feng Yuexiu frowned, thought for a long time, and suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the Death Scythe in the air, threw it hard, and threw it back into the void, then she smiled.

Rogge smiled faintly. He reached out and patted Feng Yue's little face. He suddenly exclaimed. He approached Feng Yue and stared at her for a while.

The fat man suddenly realized that Xiao Fengyue seemed to have changed a little compared to last night. But after he looked at it, he could not find out where she had changed. He looked over and over again, and Xiao Fengyue stood quietly, letting the fat man look at it.

Roger suddenly understood where the change of Fengyue was. Fengyue was originally beautiful and had no scope. Now, compared with the first meeting, she is less immature and more beautiful and mature.

Just between ****, she actually grew up a little!

The fat man suddenly had a new understanding of the magic of the world and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. But the fat man was a little worried. Once an independent consciousness was formed in Fengyue's original body, would he conflict with the consciousness existing in the Purgatory Angel statue in the future? But no matter what, it is always a good thing for Fengyue to grow up quickly.

Roger walked towards the door and said as he walked, "Let's go, Fengyue, let's go and ask for something."

Feng Yue flew over in response to the sound, and he grabbed Roger's sleeve tightly.

Two tall and handsome young warriors stood outside the door. Seeing Roger come out of the room, he saluted him slightly. Roger looked up and down at the two warriors, and instantly smelled the smell of heaven from them. However, it seems that they are not powerful, they should be the lowest-level reincarnation angels.

"I want to see the Pope." Roger said lightly.

A moment later, the Pope's weak voice rang in the magnificent and gorgeous prayer hall: "Log, have you thought about the road ahead?" Wuzhuo Novel Network does not jump to the words.

Roger smiled and said, "Isn't there only one way? There is still something very thoughtful about it. But you can't let me harvest the soul of powerful existence in this way to spread the glory of the High God, right? There are many words in Wuzhuo Novel Network that have some necessary things, you should give them to me."

The Pope raised his head, and a rare smile appeared on his face full of time: "So tell me, do you want some?"

"People, money, goods, and power! No one can be left behind!" Roger said simply and neatly.

The pope smiled and said, "As for money, you will get as much as you want. As for things, the church of Light has accumulated hundreds of years, and several artifacts can still be obtained. It is easy to deal with people. There are still some talents in the church church, so I will give the church to you to preside over. Finally, there is power, how much power do you want? You must know. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility you will have!"

Without waiting for Rogue to answer, the Pope actually put the scepter in his hand in Rogue's hand!

The Pope said slowly: "Take it! From now on, as long as you do not violate the faith of the Supreme God, your decision will be equivalent to my decision."

Every time Roger heard a sentence, the look of surprise on his face became stronger. He was just a lion. But he didn't expect that the Pope not only agreed to everything, but also gave him far more than he could think of!

It would be fine to use money freely and use magical tools. But commanding the entire church means? Taking over the Pope's scepter means? To a certain extent, the fat man's authority is almost the same as the real Pope at this moment!

However, the fat man immediately recovered, took the Pope's scepter, and said calmly: "Don't let Feng Yue suffer, I will come back soon with the soul of the strong! Where is the Holy Temple, I want to go and see it now."

"Rog. You must be patient." The Pope took out a piece of exquisite velvet paper from his arms and handed it to Rog, and said slowly: "Although I have given you the rights, you cannot harm any of the people listed here. And I will remind you again that rights are a double-edged sword, which is very likely to hurt yourself. You need to remember, from now on. Every decision of yours will affect her fate. You go, Augustus will take you to the temple."

Roger glanced at the list in his hand, sneered, then squeezed it hard, and the flames rising in his palm instantly turned the list into ashes, and then said coldly: "I will handle everything well."

The independent space where the Great Temple of Light is actually very vast. A hundred kilometers behind the Great Temple is located. There is a steep and majestic mountain. The mysterious temple of countless powerful warriors and high-level mages has been cultivated over the past few hundred years. It is built in this mountain.

The majesty and grandeur of the church far exceed Rogue's imagination. This is a huge group of buildings with ivory white as the main color. In terms of its absolute scale covering half of the mountain, the church is even larger than a medium-sized city in the human country!

The Landlord Hall of the Holy Temple is dozens of meters high, and a row of Yuebai stone pillars that require several people to embrace are carved with miracles of the gods. When Augustus, Roger and Fengyue fell at the main entrance of the hall, several interns came over and bowed to Augustus humbly. They were all very young, and one of the girls even secretly glanced at Roger and Fengyue behind him, with curiosity in their bright big eyes.

In a moment, several figures flew out of the main hall of the Holy Hall and landed in front of Augustus. Half kneeled humbly. Augustus pointed at Roger. He said to an old man in charge: "According to the Pope's order, from today on, Lord Roger will be the lord of the Holy Hall. All affairs in the Holy Hall must be carried out under the instructions of Lord Roger."

The old man seemed shocked, glanced at the fat man, and said to Augustus: "Rogue? He is not the pope of the Holy Church, the most notorious pagan, the devil crawling out of the abyss?" Wukou Novel Network does not jump to the words.

Augustus said coldly: "Mr. Roger has converted to the Supreme God. This decree was personally given by the Pope and given the Holy Light Scepter as evidence of Lord. You need no doubt."

"Yes, Lord Augustus." The old man said.

Augustus said to Rog lightly: "There is a portal to the eleven great temples in the sacred temples. You can go to the place you want to go. I won't go in, so please do it yourself!"

After saying that, the Blood Angel spread his wings and slowly emerged from the air.

Roger reached out his hand like lightning, grabbed Fengyue's wings and grabbed the ground's hand, watching the blood angel's figure disappear at the end of the world, then turned around and looked at the several administrators of the church, and smiled and said, "All up! Please rest assured that from now on, the church will walk out a completely different path in my hands.

After saying that, Rogue walked into the main hall of the Holy Hall with his head held high.    When passing by the leaders of the Holy Hall, he pulled Feng Yue in front of him, and asked her to reach out to the old man's hand and grab a hole.

The hall is magnificent and gorgeous, with a row of decorative armor standing on both sides, and the four walls are hung with all kinds of weapons and magical equipment. At the end of the hall is an altar.

Rog ignored the surprised gazes of the sacred temples or the sacred temples in the hall, held the Pope's scepter of the Holy Light and walked directly to the altar. The fat man looked at the symbols representing the gods floating above the altar, and saw that the symbol represented neither the supreme god nor the Dismasen, so he waved his hand and called a chair and placed it on the altar, and sat on it himself.

At this moment, there were dozens of sacred temples in the hall, all of whom were stunned and looked at Rogue in disbelief.

Roger snorted, pointed at the three young churches with the scepter of the Holy Light, and said, "You. You, and you. Go and call all the churches here! Let them know the new master of the church."

The fat man saw that among the several sacred stewards who followed in, there was a young female wizard. She looked in her twenties and had a very elegant and beautiful appearance. So he pointed at her with a scepter and asked in a lustful way: "Your name is?"

The female mage looked shocked. Although she was extremely reluctant, she could only force herself to say: "My name is Roy."

Roger nodded. He said, "Very good. Roy, you can follow me in the future! Now, how many people are in the sacred temple? More details!"

She looked pale, but when she thought of the strict extreme hierarchy of the church and the church, she still had to say: "At present, there are 9,100 children in the first training camp of the church, 2,400 trainee samurai, and 300 combat mages. There are 70 people in the church specializing in military strategies..."

Roger waved his hand impatiently and said, "There is no need to say these guys who make up the numbers. Just talk about how many holy realms there are in the temple and how many great magicians at the level!"

She glanced at the old man beside her and said, "You need to ask Master Xinda about this."

Roger's eyes turned to the old man, and hesitated to answer when he saw him. His eyes gradually became sharp.

Xinda almost got together, but in the end he could only say helplessly: "Lord Rog, according to the human standards, there are currently five holy realms and three battle mages who can cast level eight magical magic. Most of them are instructors of the temple."

Roger's eyes swept across the hall. At this time, the churches received notifications and rushed into the hall. When they saw Roger sitting high on the altar, they were shocked, confused and even fearful in an instant. Most of these formal church members participated in the decisive battle that day, and they were still scared of Roger's unpredictable and ruthless massacre methods. Even if a few of them did not participate in the war, they could recognize Roger, the number one enemy of the Light Church based on their magical portraits.

Why did he change in a blink of an eye? He became the Lord of the Holy Temple?

Things in the world are so magical.
To be continued...