The Fourth Day of the Book of Seven Days (Three)

The wind continues to blow.

But there is a hint of bone-filled coldness in this gentle wind.

It's already autumn.

Rog looked back at the picturesque scene in the secret realm, took a deep breath of cool air, and then stepped onto the long stairs of the Temple of Light.

The moment Roger stepped onto the long steps, there were a hundred low-level angels descending from the air and landing on both sides of the long steps. Every hundred steps, there would be a pair of angels.

Unlike the arrogant and hatred attitudes he had shown in Rogge in the past, these low-level angels who came were humble and awe at this moment. Whenever Rogge passed through a pair of angels, the two angels would kneel down and show their light wings behind them to show obedience to the superiors. The light wings of these angels came in different light and darkness, the closer they were to the Great Temple of Light, the brighter their light wings would be. The ten angels standing at the gate of the Great Temple of Light, the light wings behind them were already as solid.

This is not because the angels close to the Great Temple of Light are extremely powerful, but the closer they get to the Great Temple of Light, the more power they will get.

What the Grand Temple of Light emitted was not the faint holy light of the past, but a layer of soft blue glow. The entire Grand Temple of Light was trembling slightly, screaming, as if there was life, looking down at Rog, who was climbing up the stairs.

The sky in the secret realm is blue. The blue contains endless majesty and power, and the entire sky seems to be the eyes of gods, staring at everything that happens in the mortal world.

The two giant doors of the Great Temple of Light slowly opened amid the roar. The Pope wore a high crown on his head. She wore a gorgeous garment and held a high scepter in her hand. She walked out of the door slowly and stood on the edge of the steps. At this time, the Pope was wiped out with a simple and graceful face, and a faint radiance of radiance appeared on her wrinkled face at this moment!

The Pope walked to the top of the long stairs and slowly opened his eyes. The moment when the eyes that had appeared countless planes of survival opened, it seemed that his not-burly body was already higher than the towering Temple of Light!

The hymn sounded throughout the secret realm, and waves of sacred light were like fog and waves. Floating from the sky, or from the earth and the mountains, washing the mortal world in the world. Countless petals fell from the sky like rain, falling on Rogue and on the long steps in front of him.

In the colorful rain of flowers, there are many extremely small angels flying around Rogue. They praise his deeds and look forward to being bathed in his glory.

Roger stopped and looked back.

Behind him, Feng Yue and Nai Fei Yingying followed, Lise was incompetent.

He looked forward again, and there seemed to be a long staircase that was endless, with humble angels, colorful flowers, brilliance and glory. There were even little angels born to praise him!

Roger looked at his hand again, and he held two white wings tightly in his hand. The wings belonged to the once infinitely brilliant angel of wisdom, Victoria. At this moment, she was angry, confused, confused and frightened. She struggled, but all struggles were in vain. Her wings were only left, and they fell into the hands of others. As long as Roger's hand was tightened, she would have no power to resist.

In fact, Victoria is suffering indescribable pain. In her body, there seems to be a tiny space storm raging. The power of the angel of wisdom is endless, but every time a new force is generated, it will be absorbed by a much stronger space storm. Not only that, Victoria's entity is constantly collapsing and decomposing into the original power of the entire unconscious heaven. There are countless space cracks circling in her body, and wherever she passes, no matter how strong the material will be torn apart!

Victoria understood that all this actually originated from the fact that her increased power exceeded the limit of this plane, which caused disorder and disintegration. However, before the power was raised to the limit that space could accommodate, she should have noticed it. But for no reason. Victoria did not find the limit of this plane at all. And when her power broke through the upper limit of the plane, another option was to temporarily break through the space barrier. Hiding in the space storm.

But how could the four opponents she faced at that time give her this opportunity?

In heaven, the dazzling light of the Wisdom Angel is enough to suppress the light angels that have not entered the angel sequence, and its power is far from all the Wisdom Angel. However, when both sides are limited in their power, in terms of fighting alone, Vina alone is comparable to Victoria. What's more, she is severely damaged by the Eye of Destruction and can no longer contact the Lord God Setanistoria, so many incompetent skills cannot be cast.

Victoria's mind was only awake for a moment, and she tried her best to gather strength, trying to burn herself, turn herself into the unconscious power of the God, and return to heaven. Although in this way, in a sense, the thirteenth wise angel in heaven can be said to have disappeared from now on, but she is willing!

The glory of the Wisdom Angel will never allow her to be so insulted!

How could those wings that once carried infinite glory become a humble and ordinary person, an evil heretic?

But as soon as her power was gathered, Roger had noticed it. As soon as his hand tightened, a force that seemed to be nothingness came into Victoria's wings. Wherever she passed, all the abnormal energy movements in her body disappeared without a trace. As soon as the resistance power disappeared, Victoria's consciousness gradually blurred again, and she said no.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She looked out with her eyes and there was only a blazing energy flame!

In fact, if Rogue had not suppressed the energy storm that was raging in her body with his own strength, Victoria would have already burned into a flame at this moment.

After suppressing Victoria's resistance, Rogge smiled slightly, raised his head, and met the eyes of the Pope who was standing on the top of the long steps, as if he was already supporting the heaven and earth!

At the moment when the eyes meet, the world is quiet and the wind stops.

Between the Holy Rain, the Flower Rain and the Little Angel, there was an invisible huge lightning passing by.

Finally, Roger smiled. Facing such glory and such glory, there was an indescribable bitterness in his smile.

He took a step forward and climbed up again.

Time in the secret realm seemed to flow extremely slowly, and it seemed as fast as a river rushing. In a blink of an eye, Rogue had stepped over ten thousand levels and stood in front of the Pope.

In his eyes, the Pope was still a huge darkness, and there was no light in the darkness.

Augustus stood behind the pope. His face was a little strange. He looked at the hundred angels who were still kneeling on the long steps, and then looked at Feng Yue and Nefi. The angels of wisdom held in Roger's hand. When he saw a faint blue light rising from Roger's body, his face changed again, and he finally fell on one knee and knelt down to Roger.

Roger did not notice the blood angel's obedience, he just stared at the pope's eyes in a daze. In those indescribable eyes, there were too many planes of birth and death.

I don’t know how long it took, but the Pope finally raised his scepter. He paused again, and the entire secret realm trembled. In line with his actions, countless thunders exploded in the sky of the secret realm, and a high-pitched chant that penetrated the clouds resounded through every corner of the secret realm!

The sky opened, and a beautiful and somewhat weak angel fell from the sky. Behind her, she was a pair of blue wings, her hands stretched forward respectfully, and a light ball was slowly rotating in her palm. Looking carefully. This light ball was composed of countless mysterious and complex symbols. Each symbol represents a kind of power.

The angel slowly landed in front of Roger, stretched out his hands and presented the ball of light.

Roger stared at the light ball and felt familiar.

He could not remember how many nights he woke up from that nightmare. Every time he woke up, he was exhausted and sweating profusely. When he first entered that dream, he had seen three terrifying bodies of ten thousand eyes at a very close distance. In the golden body made of unknown metal, the symbols that kept appearing were very similar to this light ball.

Of course, Roger now knows that what he dreams of is the main god of the destruction of the Heavenly Division, Dismasen.

But many times, knowing the truth is not a good thing.

Looking back on the past thirty years, Rogge has gone from having nothing to now being famous throughout the continent, and has even been able to participate in the battle between the Lord Gods of Heaven.

Thinking back now, the past is like smoke.

He suddenly wanted to go back to the past. Back to the simple days of fighting, drinking, robbing women. After all, life at that time.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

At this time, the pope's voice pulled Roger back to reality. There was a strange rhythm in the old voice: "Rog, the great Lord of Desmason, Dismason, and the Lord of Redemption, have noticed your piety and merits, so Dismason brought down the oracle and gave you a little glory of his glory."

When Rogge heard this, his eyes fell on the ball of light in the angel's hand.

At this moment, all the knowledge about this glory appeared in his consciousness. What the angel offered was indeed the power of the Lord of Destruction. But it was both a force and a chain. The consequences of betraying the Lord of Destruction’s faith were by no means comparable to that of his casual swearing in the name of the kings of the Destruction.

Roger finally reached out his hand. His hand was shaking.

The Pope said slowly: "Remember humble in the face of unbearable glory. But when God puts glory before you, don't doubt whether you are qualified to receive it."

Rog looked at the Temple of Light. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that in the temple, the statue had turned into a statue, she was still standing quietly in the holy flames of the heaven.

The next moment, his hand had reached into the ball of light!

In an instant, countless symbols representing power had already penetrated into his hands.

At this moment, the world was silent. The sky was a little blue, the mountains were a little blue, and in fact, everything in Roger's eyes was a little blue.

In the silence, Roger finally noticed that Augustus had completely knelt on the ground at some point, and his wings were spreading behind him, facing himself with the most respectful attitude. But Roger seemed to be a little slow, and after a while he reacted to the humility of the Blood Angel. Roger felt something strange on his back. He moved slightly, and with a whisper, two huge blue wings had reached in front of him from behind.

Roger gently stroked the two blue wings and realized something in his heart.

"The gods have their own responsibilities and follow their own categories. If they have responsibilities, they have strength and power. If they have power and power, they must follow their own categories. The gods cannot surpass their categories. Once they have surmounted, they will ****."

Book of Hilo, page 6.

At the end of page six, there is still the saying, "The gods are not omnipotent, but Hilo can do everything."

At this moment, at the deepest part of Roger's consciousness, the Book of Hilo shines with a soft light and is slowly rotating. This time, unlike before, after the content of the sixth page of the Book of Hilo has emerged, it did not sink back into the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Roger's consciousness, but still floats on the sea.

This book of Hilo, which records the secrets of the gods, is now like an ordinary book, opening on the sixth page, as if waiting for someone with destiny to come and read.

Roger suddenly knew that as long as he thought, he could turn the sixth page! And on the seventh page of the Book of Hilo, is it recorded?

Rog remembered that when he handed him the Book of Hilo, Shius once said that this book was the source of all disasters of the elves. However, he had read six pages. Judging from the content, Rog really did not understand why this book became a disaster for the elves. And from historical records, there had never been a big dispute or civil war in the Elf Empire. The elves with firm beliefs and no greed should not do anything to harm the whole clan in order to compete for this book.

All the secrets of this should be recorded on page 7.

"The Book of Hilo has seven pages in total. No matter what, don't look at the contents of the seventh page." Sius's warning appeared in Rogue's mind.

Why can't he read it? Roger is still lacking now? Is it because he doesn't have enough strength or is he worried too much?

Before he knew it, his hand was already placed on the Book of Hilo...

This thin and invisible page, should you turn it over or not?

In front of the Great Temple of Light, Roger slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were already cold, as if there was no more emotion, and in the cold, there seemed to be arrogance of looking down at all. With a blink of an eye, there seemed to be a new wing under the blue wings, but this time the wings seemed to be there and there were not, and it seemed to be condensed from nothingness!

His eyes flew across the sky, across the earth, and over the angels of ministers.

Wherever his eyes looked, it seemed that everything was quietly retreating, and all the angels were trying their best to spread their wings to the end to show their awe!

Only when his eyes fell on Feng Yue's silver eyes, there was a slight fluctuation.

Roger withdrew his gaze, carried Victoria, slowly walked through the middle of the Pope and Augustus, and walked into the Grand Temple of Light.

His figure had disappeared, but the angels still couldn't stand up.

At this moment, the time in the secret realm seemed to have frozen.   I don’t know if anyone noticed that there was a vague feeling of loneliness in his last gaze.
Chapter completed!