Seven Days Book on the Third Day of the Earth

The third day land

A faint morning light quietly scattered in every corner of the secret realm, looking out from the white stone pillars in the corridor, the mountain was filled with temptingly bright and gorgeous colors.

Although he knew that these beautiful scenery was not formed naturally, Roger still felt a sense of joy in his heart. At this moment, his face was pale and his feet were floating. If the fat man had not seen the power of the holy flames in the heavenly world through the giant flame sword left by the force angel, and converted all the power in his body into sacred attributes, how could he have gained a foothold in the holy flame?

As long as there is a trace of darkness or death in the body, it will be like a drop of honey, introducing all the destructive powers in the holy flame into Rog's body.

Although the fat man's body is like a monster, the holy flames in the heavens are enough to easily dissociate the steel. Even if he can fight with the sacred power of the same attribute, how can the burning pain suffered on his soul be described in words?

Roger went along the way, and all the churches he encountered were respectfully saluted to him. Roger smiled and replied to him one by one. He knew in his heart that if these churches knew that they had lost all their strength at this moment, they would not know if they would immediately rush up to kill the church without regard to the strict rules of the church. But he believed that with the eyes of these churches alone, they would not see their own reality.

The fat man was like a very tired lion, walking among the wolves with his head held high.

In fact, even if the temples knew that Rogue was very weak, they might not dare to come up and take action. In that day's Dragon Slaying Battle, not only did the three dragons that had never been heard of before in front of Rogue, but the colorful dragon as beautiful as a god, which was as powerful as a god, also fell! Only at the last moment. The beautiful colorful dragon also gained an absolute advantage, and seemed to be about to kill Rogue!

Even the legendary dragon fell in front of this ruthless and unrighteous fat man, so there is still an existence that can stop him?

After this battle, all the churches had a little more heartfelt fear in their superficial respect for Rogue.

While admiring the scenery, Roger walked to his hall. At the main entrance of the hall, Qin Zheng Zizhuo stood there. He looked anxiously. Seeing the fat man moving forward slowly, a hint of joy flashed across her face. She directly assigned herself acceleration and flight techniques, and rushed to Roger.

"Dear Lord of the Holy Church, you are finally here! Fengyue... Fengyue seems to have changed a little, I cannot be sure, but the breath in your room is completely different from before..." Qin still maintained the proper etiquette despite being anxious.

The fat man only heard the word "Fengyue" and his figure flashed immediately. He had disappeared without a trace.

Outside the hall, Qin stood stunned for a moment, sighed heavily, and flew towards the hall. Everyone in the hall knew the importance of the little girl named Feng Yue in Roger's heart. If something really happened to her, the fat man would probably kill all the angels of the arrival. Qin found that the breath in the room was wrong, and she had thought of breaking into the door. But facing the two gates that appeared alternately with frost and green, she had tried her best. But she could not even get within five meters of the gate!

Qin finally decided to satisfy the fat man as much as possible. As long as he could not make excuses for the Advent angels, she could give everything. Qin was puzzled by the Pope's decision, and she dared to be angry at the fat man without saying anything. She was the Advent angel. She had used her identity to secretly pray to the gods and high-level angels in the heavens, but no matter how hard she tried, she had no response.

When Roger stood in front of the gate of his bedroom, the ice and green flowers that changed many times instantly disappeared without a trace, and the two brass doors looked completely different.

The fat man frowned, stood with his hands behind his back, and remained silent.

Silence.

A gentle wind blew in from outside the window, brushing the brass door, encountered obstacles, and broke back.

The two gates, strong, heavy and with a history of hundreds of years, suddenly turned into extremely fine copper powder in the wind, and against the backdrop of the morning light. A faint golden mist filled the entire hall.

In the golden mist, the figures of two girls slowly appeared, whether they were silver eyes or green eyes. They all looked at the door that suddenly disappeared in surprise, and they did not expect such a situation to happen at all. They looked at each other, and the surprise on their faces was instantly replaced by ice frost. They turned their heads and no one looked at each other.

Roger looked at the two girls silently, unable to speak anything.

He already knew that Qin would panic. At this moment, Fengyue's breath was faintly visible, not the situation when the fierce murderous aura was overflowing a few days ago. Nafei began to faintly reveal green light, and she began to show a faint aura of power.

But none of these matters.

The fat man looked at Feng Yue and Naifei again. This repeated, as if it was endless.

Last night, the fat man endured the Holy Flame burning and under the pressure of thousands of pounds of pressure. For him, this **** was naturally very long. The long should be just a feeling, but at this moment, seeing Feng Yue and Naifei, the fat man suddenly felt that last night seemed really very, very long.

Feng Yue grew taller at this moment, and she always floated in the air. If she stood on the ground, she would not be much shorter than the fat man. She looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and her childishness disappeared. Her supreme beauty made Feng Yue look like she was shrouded in light smoke, like a dream.

On the other side, Naifie has become twelve and three years old, and her growth rate is even more amazing. She looks a little shorter than Feng Yue, and her face is still a little childish, but her appearance is extremely beautiful. If she grows up completely, she should not be much inferior to Feng Yue. Perhaps the biggest difference between the two girls is temperament.

The wind and moon are as cold as ice, both cold and proud. But Naifei looks lively and cute, which makes me feel pity for you.

"Are you fighting again?" the fat man asked coldly.

The two girls shook their heads at the same time and firmly denied them.

Roger smiled bitterly and habitually stretched out his hands to the two girls.    The fat man's eyes burst into tears, and Feng Yue rushed into his arms.    Nefei climbed up to her shoulders.                                                                                               

Roger looked at Feng Yue at a very close distance and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. Feng Yue seemed to have his mind grown up with his body, and he no longer cared about the little girl who had ignored her in the past. She stared at the fat man blankly, and was also stunned, and didn't react for a moment.

A small ball of ice breeze suddenly exploded in the hall, and the fat man let out a muffled groan. He flew backwards. While he was still in the air, he thrust his body and stopped in the air.

Feng Yue stood in the hall, her silver eyes turned to the side, as if she was afraid to look at the fat man. She seemed to be calm on the surface, but her slender hands unknowingly grabbed the collar of her clothes.

Nefi, on the other hand, sat on Roger's shoulders in a big manner, with his long legs swaying around his chest, looking extremely proud.

At this moment when it was indescribable, a sudden sound of footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a temple ran towards Roger at full speed, bowed to Roger, and said, "Dear Lord of the Holy Church, Cardinal Burke, Lille City, has heard news that the poet you are looking for has been taken to St. James' Cathedral, waiting for you to give instructions." His tone was full of doubt, and he didn't understand why Roger suddenly remembered to look for the poet in large quantities.

The fat man said lightly: "Notify Cardinal Burke. I'll go here now."

The temple took the order and left.

Rog looked at Feng Yue again, shook his head with a smile, and went to the outsider of the hall first. Feng Yue lowered her head slightly and followed him silently.

At this moment, the fat man kept singing the hug just now, and he felt quite emotional: "Fengyue... well, he looks so good now!"

At this moment, Nafi, who was sitting on his shoulder, seemed to feel it, and suddenly burst into laughter.

After a while, the fat man stepped out of the teleportation magic circle with two little girls and forty sacred temples. Cardinal Burke, who had been waiting next to the teleportation magic circle, did not expect so many people to appear from the teleportation magic circle. He was shocked. When he saw clearly that all the sacred warriors and combat mages were coming, this shock was even more extraordinary. He quickly smiled and walked forward.

After not seeing each other for many years, Cardinal Burke has gained weight and her hair has almost fallen. Fortunately, Cardinal's high crown covers his glossy bald head. Burke's hair is white. His face is no longer as smart and brave as he used to be. Instead, it is smooth and flattering.

At this moment, Burke only has a level 14 bright magic power, and many years have passed. His magic power has not advanced but retreated. I don’t know if it is the reason for the years or the result of his self-deprecation.

Roger looked at Cardinal Burke intently, and the past suddenly surged into his heart. But these feelings passed by like a breeze, leaving no trace.

Roger nodded slightly to Burke and said lightly: "Take me to meet those poets!"

"Yes!" Burke agreed and said with a charming smile: "I will do my best to do what the noble Lord of the Holy Church ordered. Now the poets with a little reputation in the entire Principality have asked me to invite here! It will definitely satisfy you! Then again, Lord Rog, when I first met, I was shocked by your talent, knowing that you are not a thing in the pool! You were the Lord of the Holy Church at the age of thirty, and have never been seen in the entire history of the Church of Light!"

Roger did not say a word, and led two little girls, surrounded by forty sacred temples, and walked towards the front hall with murderous intent.

Despite being coldly treated, Burke still came along the way, endlessly and tirelessly.

The fat man strode into the front hall of St. James's Cathedral. At this moment, hundreds of poets gathered in the cathedral of thousands of believers. They seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and many people should have come reluctantly. Burke said that he was asking, but who knows how he got so many poets here in such a short time?

These poets were excited and noisy, and roaring at the anger in their hearts with loud noises. Perhaps a poet would just wait in a cow, but a hundred poets felt that they could fight against the entire knights. There are four or five hundred poets in the hall now. Judging from their momentum, the glory of the Supreme God when he created the gods may be so.

And this is an excellent opportunity to show off your talents, so how can the poets let it go? So everyone straightened their necks and lit up the aria. Singing a poem to protest is really amazing. The noisy part is that even the busiest market Roger has ever been to was not as good as that.

At this moment, the side door of the hall opened, and Roger strode to the middle of the hall, and looked up at the altar habitually, and saw that it was neither the Supreme God nor Dismasen. So he stood directly in front of the altar. Burke had already inquired about the various habits of the new Lord of the Holy Church, and saw the opportunity at this moment. He immediately moved a heavy chair and trotted behind Roger.

The fat man snorted and sat down slowly. The forty holy temples immediately dispersed around and surrounded the hall.

Seeing that the situation was different, the poets' emotions at the boiling point quickly cooled down. The hall was silent in a blink of an eye, and the angry poets' passion just like fire disappeared in an instant.

Roger glanced at him for a week. Seeing that all the poets were looking at him, he slowly said: "I am the current Lord of the Holy Church."

A buzzing sound immediately sounded in the crowd of poets. During this war, the Church of Light directly participated in the war, and the name of the Holy Church and the Holy Knights spread all over the world. The poets talked for a while, and then calmed down, waiting for Rogue's following.

"This time I call you all over to invite you to show your talents and knowledge. Everyone will write a few psalms praising the glorious landlord Dismasen. We will select a few of the best psalms from all the lands and include them in the hymns of the church. The psalms who created these psalms will be recommended by me to join the church from then on and write hymns. Well, the benefits of joining the church of Light. I don't think there is much more to say, anyway, it is definitely much better than you think. Of course, if any hymns written are too far inferior to their past level, it is blasphemy."

The threat of fat man's naked nude made the temple frown, and except for a few, most of the poets' eyes shine.

At this time, the waiters brought in paper and pens. Hundreds of poets rushed up and snatched the paper and pens, and scattered all over the hall, thinking hard. A few of them looked at the swords of the temples. They were not allowed to pick up paper and pens. They sighed and pondered the poem.

The fat man stood up, but he didn't have the patience to try time with these poets. After instructing the churches to look up to these poets, he took the two girls away.

A moment later, Roger, Kate and Franco met at Helen again. This time, Fengyue and Nefi were stunned by the dazzling light, especially Franco, with an admiration on his gloomy face.

As usual, Roger asked Fengyue and Nefie to wait next door. As soon as he sat down, Franco asked, "I heard that you have recently ordered a search for poets everywhere. Is this for?"

The fat man smiled and said, "It is to write more psalms praising the Lord God Dismasen so that my subordinates can have some new tricks when praying. The hymns in the Church of Light have remained unchanged for hundreds of years, and the gods in heaven must have been tired of listening to them."

"Dismason? Why haven't I heard of such a master god?" Franco asked in confusion.

The fat man smiled and said, "Dismason's existence is unknown, but there is no doubt about his glory. As long as I can make him happy, no matter how much I do in the future, there will be no big problem. Those who want to take the opportunity of praying to sue me secretly will find that not to mention the Lord God, even the angels in front of the Lord God will not be interested in listening to what they say. This is called deceiving the subordinates and concealing the superiors."

Franco remained silent and sighed for a long time: "Rogue, I really don't understand you at all."

The fat man smiled and said, "Actually, I envy you very much.   The more you know about some things, the more painful it is.    So it's better to know less."

At this time, Kate picked up a long sword, pushed it from the table to Roger, and said, "I have already told Mr. Proses that he thought for a long time and finally asked me to bring this sword to you."

Roger picked up the long sword on the table, slowly pulled out half, and quietly looked at the blue sword body and the star chips that were floating out. After a long time, he sighed heavily and returned the blue starry sky to the sheath.

Kate frowned and asked, "Andre... No, Miss Androni, if he was really killed by Mrs. Catherine, then I see Mr. Proses's intention is that he doesn't plan to avenge this."

Roger was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Kate, please do me a favor. Go and tell Proses, and I said I wanted to meet him, invite him to the church and visit the hundreds of inheritances of the Church of Light."

Seeing that the fat man had returned to the temple early, Qin Weilu was puzzled. It seemed that Roger was a little idle on this day. She immediately saw Nafei and Feng Yue behind the fat man. She was immediately intimidated by their glory!

Roger ignored her and walked straight to his hall.

Qin lowered her head until Roger disappeared into the hall gate. Then she looked up and stared at the hall in a daze. Her mind was full of Feng Yue and Naifie's face. Her heart suddenly tightened slightly.

Roger left Feng Yue and Nefi in the room and entered the Earth Magic Laboratory at the back of the hall alone. The Temple specially prepared for him that the Earth Magic Laboratory has three floors. There are all kinds of rare magic materials inside, and there are more than fifty magic apprentices and several Temple combat mages who are waiting for Roger to be dispatched at any time.

When the fat man pushed open the door of the magic lab, a roar came to his face. The lab was filled with lights, and the magicians were busy.

Roger was very satisfied. He went straight through the laboratory hall and came to a small laboratory hall that only he could enter. There was only one magic array in the hall, and energy of various attributes was gathering from dozens of magic arrays spread throughout the magic laboratory. In the center of the magic array, a small ball of extremely light red flames was jumping weakly.

Roger stared at the small flame. His eyes slowly turned silver.

This is a little soul fragment of the flame tyrant Donk Bakara whom he fought hard to snatch from the space storm.  In the world, perhaps only the church of the Light Church can have such human and material resources, which can consume unimaginable huge magic materials and slowly strengthen a piece of soul fragment.

Roger slowly reached his hand towards Donk Baccarat's soul fragment. The small red flame suddenly jumped violently, as if he was full of fear of Roger's hand.

Roger's hand slowly blurred, as if he had lost his entity, leaving only a faint shadow. The shadow was still changing, sometimes filled with silver light. Sometimes it shone with blue starlight. After the light and shadow changed several times, Roger finally held the flame!

A violent flame suddenly exploded in the room. When the flames dissipated, Roger stared at his palms, his face extremely solemn.

In his palm, a small green light was slowly wandering. The aura of this light was so familiar, after all, he had already had too many experiences of contacting it.

This green light contains the breath of the divine power of the goddess of nature!

Roger clenched his fists, raised his head, looked towards his bedroom, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
To be continued...