Seven Days Book of the Third Day in the Earth

dusk.

Rog sat upright on the top of the hall, staring at the bloody sunset in the distance. A faint sound of prayer echoed among the mountains, adding a mysterious color to the beautiful scenery.

The sunset slowly fell into the mountains, and the evening prayer of the church ended. Roger stood up, and a faint black air was sprayed out of his mouth, and a faint golden light began to appear on his face.

Looking at the temple walking out of the prayer hall in groups of three or three, Roger smiled slightly, and he even began to like these guys a little. After all, the power brought by their prayers made him feel very, very comfortable. This was the first time in his life that the fat man had experienced this feeling.

Prayer of morning and evening is a lesson that every member of the church must participate in. The content of the prayer is the same and has never changed for hundreds of years. It is nothing more than praising the glory of the Supreme God. But a few days ago, the fat man brought back a thick stack of hymns and replaced the content of the prayer of morning and evening. The first half of the churches were to praise the glorious Dismasen, and the content of the praise was different every day.

In the second half, it is a praise of the fat man, and it must be pious!

The churches have long been accustomed to Rogge's ingenious orders. The church's rigorous style has made them wholeheartedly and without any water when singing Rogge.

After the morning prayer, the fat man seemed to have changed his body, and was full of energy. But when he walked down the roof of the palace and walked towards the teleportation hall, the light on his body had already disappeared. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary fat man with no power.

The fat man stood alone in the teleportation hall. Waited quietly. The hall had more than ten small doors, and behind most of them there was a teleportation array leading to a cathedral. He didn't wait long, and one of the small doors was opened, and the expressionless starry sword saint Proses walked out from behind the door.

Rogge took a few steps forward, saluted Proses, and smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Proses. You are willing to come here, this is the glory of the entire church!"

Proses looked at Rogue. He smiled rare and said, "The church of Light is full of talents, and there will always be four or five opponents that I want to match. Well, you have such a strong magic power, no wonder you can become the Lord of the Church at this age."

Proses looked at Rogge, and finally his eyes fell on the blue starry sky around the fat man's waist, his face slightly darkened.

Roger held Proses' expression in his eyes. But he just smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Proses, you are Anne's teacher. This time I invite you to visit the biggest mystery in the Great Temple of Light, the Temple of Purgatory Angels. I hope it can make you further understand the power."

Hearing the words "Purgatory Angel Temple", Proses's face that seemed to be completely unhappy was moved.

The Temple of Purgatory Angels is as dark as before, and the space is filled with unknown strange forces. This power is invisible and traceable, but it seems to directly affect the soul. Walking in the hall, whenever Buyin breaks the silence, it will arouse a shrill cry and echo in the hall.

Proses was completely unconcealed by the surprise on his face. From the moment he entered the hall, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make the footsteps that fell without making any sound. But he had no time to explore the secrets, because the first statue of the Purgatory Angel had appeared in his sight!

In front of every statue, Proses would stand for a long time as if he had lost his soul. It was not until Rogue urged him that he reluctantly walked towards the next hall.

Rogge was very patient. While accompanying Proses to walk through the halls, he seemed to ask casually: "Anne has always respected you very much during her lifetime, and obviously, you also like her very much, otherwise she would not have left the Blue Sky for her."

Proses nodded, and most of his thoughts remained on the statue in front of him. After a long time, he replied: "She is the most talented of all my disciples. I have always treated her as my daughter."

Roger stood beside Proses, looking at the statue of Purgatory Angel with him. After a while, he slowly said: "Now the war has been settled, and the war in the mortal world has long become insignificant. I heard that the Grand Duke led the army to capture Oshinia, and next he will march into the land of the Aslofik Empire. Well, it seems that the Grand Duke will not be able to come back within a few months..."

Proses frowned, and his eyes finally left the Purgatory Angel statue and looked at Roger. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to penetrate Roger's soul and explore the real thoughts in his heart. Roger stood with a smile, as if he had no sense of the fierce murderous intent in Proses's eyes at all.

The two of them were stalemate for a while, and Proses finally said: "Mr. Roger, your magic power is chasing the old Master Jero and Lhasa. And I have heard that your relationship with Anne is extraordinary. So this sharp blade of revenge should not be lifted by me."

Roger smiled and said, "Dear Mr. Proses, I believe you know the special identity of someone who has been captured and converted to the church after being captured. I don't know how many eyes are staring at my every move in secret! So when the sharp blade in my hand is just raised, a strong hand will press me down."

Proses stared at Roger for a while before he turned his eyes back on the Purgatory Angel statue and said lightly: "Some enemies cannot be provoked, she is one of them. She is not as simple as it seems on the surface. There are many secrets you don't know about her."

Roger was silent for a while, smiled, and said, "But I will still provoke her. For Annie's sake, can you tell me that the Grand Duke Mansion is not under your protection?"

“Any time.”

The fat man nodded and said nothing.

Although the two walked slowly, they finally came to the last Gemini Hall.

Proses looked up at the statue floating in the air, and his face showed a look of surprise. He found that the statue was different from the statue in the hall in front. There was a faint but extremely majestic aura in the statue. Proses felt that this faint aura seemed to be under a huge pressure. For a moment, he had the urge to retreat and avoid it!

The Starry Sky Sword Saint clenched his fists slightly, and star chips began to float out around his body, which only then did he resist the invisible pressure.

Proses suddenly exclaimed, and the stars shone brightly around him. He walked slowly towards the statue.

Although he couldn't see it, he already felt that the Tao was under the statue. There was a surging terrifying force. This force rose continuously, with the pure and strong sacred aura, but it was everywhere. Even the soul of Proses felt a burning pain. It felt that this extremely powerful force was like a large area of ​​burning flames.

Proses was both shocked and happy. This power is powerful and pure, with endless secrets, just complementing the starry sky fighting spirit. As long as he can unlock the mystery of this flame-like power, then his starry sky fighting spirit will enter a brand new realm!

Every time he took a step forward, Proses would feel the pressure he was under increased greatly, and this power was extremely domineering, forcibly ablated the star chips around him! He was concentrating on his mind, resisting the erosion of mysterious power, while carefully exploring the secret of power.

At this moment, Roger's voice suddenly rang behind him: "Dear Mr. Proses, this is what I want you to watch. The Holy Flame of Heaven!"

Proses was slightly shocked in his heart, and suddenly found that the surrounding space had completely turned into a deep night sky at some point, and countless brilliant stars were slowly floating around him. He was stunned at first, and then he realized that these stars were not formed by his starry sky Douqi. In fact, the defense formed by his starry sky Douqi had disappeared without a trace!

Just when the power of the Starry Sky Sword Saint was completely lost, a sharp pain occurred on his butt, and then a powerful force came. Proses finally lost his modesty, screamed, and couldn't help but fall into the holy flames of the Bearing Earth Heaven!

At the moment when the severe pain came from his body, Proses finally saw the true form of the holy flame in the heaven.

It was a beautiful, mysterious, powerful and arrogant flame.

Then the whole world dimmed, and the extremely hot holy flames of the heavenly realm instantly melted his fragile eyes.

In the darkness and pain, Roger's cold voice clearly came into his ears: "Some enemies are indeed something you cannot provoke, and I am one of them."

The holy flames of heaven were like a monster that woke up. In an instant, they roared and swallowed delicious prey, and then fell asleep in satisfaction.

Looking at the holy flames of heaven that had fallen a lot, Rogge also smiled with satisfaction. In his hands, the sapphire with endless stars was quietly emitting charming glory.

The fat man thought about it and swallowed the sapphire in one mouthful. He wanted to leave. But he took two steps and suddenly stopped again. He looked up at the statue, and after a long time, he sighed heavily, as if he had made up his mind, and finally showed a look of relief on his face.

He suddenly jumped up and walked forward strangely in the deep space. He instantly rushed to the statue, hugged her, and kissed her heavily on the cold lips!

The fat man succeeded with a blow and immediately rose from afar, and suddenly flashed out of the Gemini Palace. He laughed proudly and rumbled all the way.

In the dark Gemini Hall, the statue's face is as cold as before, but the corners of his mouth are slightly bent, as if there is a hidden smile.

In the holy and solemn temple of Light, the fat man hummed a small song all the way, as if he was not careful, and walked lightly to the Pope's prayer hall.

Augustus was standing outside the door of the prayer hall, waiting for Rog. Seeing the fat man's frivolous appearance, the blood angel's majestic eyebrows frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "Mr. Rog, you are now the Lord of the Holy Hall, and you seem to be paying attention to some rituals in this holy place."

Roger smiled and said, "It's okay! Anyway, I don't know whether it's dead or alive, and it's more likely to be over. Alas, I said, Lord Augustus, don't have a stern face all day! No expression does not necessarily mean majesty! But then again, the feel of your wings is really good!"

After saying that, the fat man patted Augustus' shoulder intimately and strode into the Pope's prayer room.

Augustus's face turned blue and white, and he stood there for a moment. Then he smiled bitterly and walked into the prayer room with the fat man.

When the Pope saw the two of them coming in, he slowly closed the Book of Light in his hand, walked to the bookshelf weakly, and put the bookshelves back into its original position with difficulty. Such a simple action also made the old Pope breathe for a long time.

After his breathing was calm, the Pope stretched out his hand and drenched in the Holy Grail beside the reading platform. He sprinkled in front of him and murmured: "In the name of the Lord's glory. Those who believe in the Lord will have the ability to walk without obstacles."

Such intermittent words gathered in the blink of an eye, a small magic storm gathered in the prayer room, and then the space cracked, and a flashing space door appeared in the prayer room.

Through the space door, you can vaguely see a gorgeous space storm behind the door.

Such a simple and direct space gate is actually equivalent to a death trap. Even the powerful people in the Holy Land can penetrate the space storm so directly. They will be immediately torn to pieces. Augustus and the fat man are familiar with the space storm, so this space gate is not considered to them. But the fragile Pope actually took the lead and stepped into the space gate in one step, and disappeared into the space storm in a blink of an eye!

Roger was slightly shocked, but when Augustus stepped into the space door as usual, he no longer hesitated and followed him into the space door.

Along the space storm, marks shining with holy light, Roger walked out from the other end of the space door in a blink of an eye.

This is a strange hall. The ground and four walls are translucent, and through them, there is extremely deep darkness.

There is no heaven, no earth.

The fat man looked up and saw nothing but a vastness in the depths.

In the center of the hall, there is a small round altar. A holy fire lit up on the altar. The holy fire is leaping and not so bright. But in this far-reaching darkness, the hall is like an isolated island, and this flame is the only lighthouse on the sea of ​​darkness.

Roger looked around and finally felt awe in front of this indescribable huge space.

The Pope slowly walked to the altar, closed his eyes slowly, and began to wait for a long time. On this isolated island of the sea of ​​darkness, time seemed to be frozen. But the Pope had endless patience. He just stood still and waited. Although he seemed to be shaking, he might fall at any time.

But time passed, and the Pope shook around. But it just didn't fall. Instead, he kept watching him shaking Dirogue and felt dizzy, and had to look away.

Finally, a faint thunder sounded between the sky and the earth, and then a huge and unimaginable light penetrated the entire sea of ​​darkness!

This lightning is connected to the endless sky, not knowing where it comes from, to the vast abyss, not knowing where it ends.

After the lightning, an invisible pressure quietly enveloped the sea of ​​darkness.

Augustus's face changed, and the huge rank gap made him completely lose control of his body. He knelt on the ground with a plop. With a bang, his wings were spread out, and he welcomed the upcoming superior with the most humble attitude.

Rogge's face was pale and his hands were trembling slightly. He fell to the ground with Augustus almost at the same time, but he looked much more embarrassed than the Blood Angel.

The Pope snorted dullly, sorted out the robe, and knelt down slowly, doing every move meticulously.

The holy flames on the altar are getting higher and brighter.   In the blazing holy flames, many tall and majestic figures can be seen faintly.

Then a loud hymn resounded through the sea of ​​darkness, and the brilliance of the heavens spread everywhere in every corner of the space! In the hymn and brilliance, two rows of fighting angels with both strength and beauty emerged one after another. They held various strange weapons in their hands, and their armor burned a faint holy flame.

After all the battle angels took the holy flames, they floated back to both sides with absolutely synchronous movements, then bent their knees and half-kneel to welcome the upcoming noble existence.

After absolute silence, the sings sounded again, but this time the sings seemed very soft. A figure shining with glory came along the beat of the sings. Her long golden hair slowly fluttered like rising flames, and the two proudly wings and a pair of golden light wings behind her showed her nobleness that she could overlook all living beings!

The Pope knelt on the ground and said slowly: "Welcome to you, the glorious Thirteenth Wisdom Angel, Lord Victoria."

Before Victoria arrived at the Pope, she said in a soft, pleasant and unrefused voice: "Although this plane is slight, the glory of the Lord God is always difficult to spread. In the name of the great Setanistoria, I, Victoria, this trip will make the light spread throughout every corner of the plane."

"As you wish, glorious Lord Victoria." The Pope replied slowly.

Victoria nodded, she bent her fingers and flicked them lightly, and a few points of light fell from her fingertips on the Pope in order to show her praise.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "The glorious Thirteenth Wisdom Angel, the beautiful Lord Victoria, Lord Andre Oli knew that you would come, and specially left you a gift and asked me to hand it over to you."

The sound was so abrupt that it even disrupted the rhythm of the hymn. In an instant, hundreds of fighting angels turned their heads together and stared at the fat man who suddenly spoke.

And he was so rude that he stood upright in front of Victoria!

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Chapter completed!