Seven Days Book of Destruction on the Fifth Day (IV)

When Rogue stepped into the Pope's prayer hall, it was almost dusk.

The thick golden sunlight passes through the high floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on the carved corridor, coating the lifelike story of the gods with a soft golden halo. The temple of Light is quiet, and occasionally several birds will be heard from afar.

Such a sunset scroll, when it comes to others' eyes, is naturally magnificent and tranquil, but in Rogue's view, for some reason, it only seems desolate and remote, just like the afterglow before the end of a grand opera.

Walking in this quiet temple of light, for a moment, Rogge suddenly had a strange idea...

He is the last person in this world.

Roger's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, the spacing of each step was exactly the same as the time span, but this could not conceal the deep vibration in his heart when this strange idea emerged.

Roger shook his head slightly, drove this strange idea out of his mind, and continued to move forward.

The corridor is very long.

As he walked along, the fierce battle with Catherine just now did not stop appearing in his heart.

Roger could see that Catherine really didn't want him to touch him, so she was pure resistance rather than being reluctant to accept it. But the more she did this, the more excited and crazy Roger felt. Every time she crushed her resistance, Roger would feel inexplicably excited when she looked at her helpless and angry look. For a moment, he even became excited to dig out Catherine's heart to pay tribute to Anne's dissipated soul.

Yes. Excited, a feeling he had almost forgotten.

His heart was frozen, but the excitement was like a chisel, which made a gap in his feelings. When the madness ended, his pride was contrasted sharply with her anger.

This comparison quietly widened the gap again.

Therefore, at this moment, Roger could see the golden sunshine, and the knowledge storm surging to the ground had turned into a gurgling stream. It slowly injected into Roger's heart. Roger could easily deal with this level of knowledge, and no longer on the verge of collapse and madness as before.

There was only one problem, he was always subconsciously avoiding it. At least, Catherine was not in his control.

After a creaking sound, Roger pushed open the door of the Pope's prayer room. Roger noticed for the first time. The two ebony-wood-carved floor doors were actually old, and the edges of the carved decorations on them had become smooth and blurry, and it seemed that they had a history of thousands of years.

There were no candles or magic lights in the prayer room, which looked dark and wet, without any sacred feeling at all. The Pope sat in a high-backed chair, gasping heavily, like a shabby bellows.

The moment when his eyes fell on the pope, Rogue suddenly felt that the pope, who was always dark in his senses, was like the sunset outside the window, and there was not much time left.

Roger had been standing in the room for a long time before the Pope noticed his existence, and his eyes recovered a little bit of anger. He struggled to stand up from the chair.

"You are here, have you decided on your next itinerary?" Wuhuo Novel Network does not skip words. Every time the Pope says a few words, he will cough violently.

"I can't find the Goddess of Nature. So I'm going to go to the Demon Realm once." Roger said lightly.

The pope raised his head, looked at Rogue, pondering silently. Rogue noticed that his eyes were now only turbid, and there was no scene of the birth and death of the past planes.

After watching for a long time, the Pope smiled rare and said, "It seems that you finally understand that everything is not in your control."

Upon hearing this sentence, Roger's body shook slightly again. However, although his face was still as pale as paper this time, his reaction was much better than the previous few times. He barely stood firm. A trace of blood had already oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Demon World..." The Pope sighed deeply, as if he was recalling countless past events. He slowly walked to a cupboard with an old-fashioned style, opened the cabinet door, rummaged through it for a long time, and finally took out something and handed it to Roger.

Roger looked carefully and found that this was a bracelet with a strange shape, weird shape and extremely fine workmanship. The fine grids all over the bracelets. If you observe carefully, you can tell that it is composed of extremely tiny patterns. Roger had already recognized that the pattern was composed of portraits of countless demon races at a glance.

He frowned and felt that the bracelet seemed familiar, as if it had seen it somewhere, but for a moment, he could not remember it.

The Pope said slowly: "When you go to the Demon Realm, you will see its owner. Then, you should return this thing to her for me.  I am old and too old to walk, let alone being baptized by the space storm.   So this matter can only be left to you to do for me."

Roger looked at the bracelet deeply, put it in his arms, and said, "Then do you have anything to pass on?" Wuzhuo Novel Network does not skip words.

The pope pondered for a moment and slowly said, "It's been so long, there's nothing to say. After you return the bracelet, just... kill her!"

Roger nodded, without any strange or surprised expression. Although there was a crack in his heart, most of it was still frozen, and he was not very interested in the old past events of the Pope. Moreover, the Pope is so numerous that there are countless secrets, and it is not considered entangled with people in the demon world.

The Pope said again: "It is not easy to connect this passage with the Demon Realm. The dangerous place is probably more powerful than a space storm. Therefore, you will be isolated and helpless during this trip. Now that you have understood that not everything is in your control, are you still going to go to the Demon Realm? Moreover, in the Demon Realm, because of the plane environment, the power of the people you want to kill is probably far from what you can imagine, and you are not facing a demon. It seems that the mountains of Qiqi are easier, and maybe you should consider changing the itinerary."

Rogge closed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment. He slowly opened it and said, "Of course I want to go to the Qiqi Nakha Mountains, but that is after I went to the Demon Realm. She needs a divine character, and there is a divine character in the Demon Realm, but I am not sure if there is a divine character in the other side of the Qiqi Nakha Mountains. So no matter whether everything is under my control or not, I will go to the Demon Realm. I can go. I can come back, even millions of demons standing in front of me. I will definitely come back and come back with the divine character."

The Pope looked at the sunset outside the window. The sunset was already bloody.

Finally, the Pope seemed to say to himself: "Fifty years ago, I said this like you..." After that, the Pope sighed heavily, as if he was feeling emotion.

Time is like water, and people tend to grow old. In a blink of an eye, there have been dozens of springs and autumns in the dust.

The pope sighed and said, "You go and prepare. Time to go to the Demon Realm?"

At this time, Rogge was also staring at the sunset outside the window. Under the sunset, his figure was gradually becoming blurred. Rogge replied lightly: "No need to prepare, I'll go now."

Before his figure completely disappeared, Roger suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, if the plane is destroyed, is it possible for her to be saved?" Wukou Novel Network does not skip the words.

But Roger was not waiting for the answer. His words were still echoing, and his figure had long disappeared into the void.

The Pope didn't seem to be in a hurry to give him an answer, he just stood silently and stared out the window.

Outside the window, the sunset has fallen.    The clouds are better than the fire.

"For you, there is actually no difference between redemption and destruction..."

The dusk of the secret realm is also the dusk of the mainland.

At this time, Fuluya likes to sit on the big rock in front of the dangerous cliff and look into the distance under the clouds.

At this time, Miro would always stand not far away, looking at the charming figure in heaven and earth, and be fascinated by the sight.

Today is naturally no exception.

Until the clouds in the sky dissipated, Miro walked behind Fuluya. Fuluya floated up. She turned around and smiled, "I know my body has not recovered yet. You can't catch a cold. OK, don't repeat it again. You have to say this ten times a day!"

Miro smiled, but this faint smile soon disappeared and was replaced by melancholy. Froya Bingxue was smart and immediately felt his abnormality and said, "What's wrong with you? Do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes..." Miro sighed, hesitated for a long time before saying, "Froya, from now on, you will have to take care of yourself..."

Froya looked at Miro with green eyes, quietly waiting for his next sentence.

Miro looked at her foolishly and said for a moment: "Before I left, the Demon Realm was already in war. It was a war between the entire Demon Realm and the army of the heavenly realm! Just now, I heard a call, the Demon Emperor's call to all the demons. I guess the war in the Demon Realm has reached its last moment. As a noble demon, I must not ignore this final decisive battle. So, Fuluya, forgive me, I want to go back to the Demon Realm to join the war."

Froya smiled gently and said, "War is the eternal destination of men, so you can go with peace of mind and don't worry about me. Although my body has not recovered, plane meditation will soon be completed, and no one can bully me."

"Froya, you..." Miro opened his mouth, but there was no further information.

He wanted to ask Fuluya to go to the Demon Realm with her, but in her green eyes, the gentle but firm gaze had already explained it all.

Miro looked at Froya deeply, and in that glance, there seemed to be thousands of words. But in the end, he just let out a sudden roar and turned around and left immediately!

The bleak and lonely figure disappeared in an instant, and the high-pitched roar still echoed above the nine heavens and did not dissipate for a long time.

Fuluya looked at the direction where his figure disappeared, and a faint mist appeared in her blue eyes.

Before we knew it, night had already fallen.

The mansion of the Grand Duke of Lille City is already on the brilliance, and countless officials and generals are coming and going, which is very lively. However, the faces of these people in power in the principalities do not look very good.

It is no wonder that the Grand Duke of Bavaria has led a large army into the territory of the Aslofik Empire. It is invincible along the way, and the attack is unstoppable. It is as powerful as the storm and the advancement is extremely fast. Before the army of the Aslofik Empire has had time to assemble, it is defeated by the Grand Duke who is wielding his army like lightning.

However, at this critical moment, the logistics of the Bavarian Principality had a big problem. On the one hand, a large amount of supplies were piled up like mountains. On the other hand, the materials urgently needed by the front line could not be transported up, and even if they were transported to the north, the things were often not urgently needed by the soldiers. The allocation of vehicles and manpower was also messed up, so limited supplies were often not transported to the front, and they were intercepted by the red-eyed troops on the way.

All the chaos actually originated from Katherine.

She suddenly let go of her hands and ignored the affairs of the principality and had not seen any officials. It had been half a month since she was accustomed to her to coordinate and allocate everything. Everyone acted according to the orders. Anyway, her orders must be the best plan. At this moment, Catherine suddenly let go. These officials of all sizes were immediately at a loss and became a mess.

Catherine has already marked the second half of the Grand Duke Mansion as a restricted area, and no one is allowed to enter at any time.  For the past half month, she has been hiding in it from morning to night, never showing up to meet people.   With her permission, no one dares to enter. These days, Roger has entered the rear mansion once.

However, a handsome and tall young man obviously did not take her ban seriously. He pushed open the gate of the Hou Mansion and walked in.

Inside and outside this gate are two completely different worlds.

The moon and stars in the front palace are sparse, the night sky is clear, and the back palace is always shrouded in a faint cloud. Looking into the sky, it is a dark and unsightly dark, like an extremely huge beast opening its mouth, ready to swallow everything it can swallow.

And that day, it was still spinning slowly.

As soon as he stepped into the door, the young man immediately felt the strange environment and his face turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, Catherine's round and pleasant voice came, "Crassus, are you brave enough to ignore my orders?"

Crassus was stunned, then his face gradually became angry, regardless of Catherine's cold reprimand. He strode into the hall.

Catherine was dressed in a gorgeous outfit, so beautiful that she was incomparable. She knelt in front of an altar, as if she was praying. In front of the altar was the strange baby, she and Rogdi child. At this time, the baby's face was still changing, looking at Catherine. But every face showed fear and he didn't dare to move too much.

Crassulli was behind Catherine and said, "The affairs of the Principality have been in chaos during this period, so my father asked me to come back and ask you what happened."

Catherine didn't look back. She replied lightly: "Go and tell Reinhardt. I have something more important now. The Principality will worry about him by himself, I don't have time."

Crassus glanced at the altar and sneered, "What's more important? Is it related to this little guy? It's been so many days and I haven't seen him grow up yet. Dear mother, it seems that the younger brother you gave me is not very good! Are you giving up the cause of unifying the mainland for such a waste?"

Catherine snorted, stood up slowly, turned around, her eyes as bright as the morning star star stared at Crasso, and said coldly: "Waste? To me, you and your father are not as useful as half of this waste! Since I have him, you are useless. Crasso, go, don't bother me again, otherwise I will kill you immediately."

Crassus was furious, and he stared at Catherine and shouted, "My father is the one who has inherited the miracles of heaven, and I, Crassus, are the true God-selected person who grew up in just twelve months! What am I better than this waste who can't grow up? Give me some time, and I will be much better than this waste father!"

Under Catherine's cold gaze, Crassus's face gradually became ferocious, and his screams turned into roars: "I am the God-Selected One, only me! Dear Mom, since you want a powerful child so much, it's better to let me, the God-Selected One, give you a child!"

Before the roar fell, Crassus's body moved, and Dou Qi armor suddenly appeared around him, and his man had already pulled out a phantom and rushed towards Catherine!

Time suddenly flowed slowly.

The closer Crassus got to Catherine, the more he noticed that her eyes were cold and disdainful, and the chill in her heart would increase little by little!

"The God-Choose?" Catherine smiled coldly.

Just as his fingertips barely touched Catherine's tall chest, Catherine's lips suddenly opened and she shouted with a loud shout! Crassus felt a roar in his ears, as if he was hit by a giant hammer in an instant, and his body flew backwards.

While still in the air, he felt that the lingering sound of Catherine's shouting was still lingering in his ears, as if he was being triggered by the shouting, his heartbeats faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye it had already jumped to the point of madness!

Crassus suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he watched his heart break free from the constraints of his body, with a bloodline falling obliquely in front of Catherine.

"The God-Selected? The god who brought miracles to your father is probably about to end." Catherine's voice was as cold as winter.

She picked up her long skirt, exposed a pair of exquisite boots, and then gently shattered Crasso's heart.
Chapter completed!