Seven Days Book of the Sixth Day of Redemption (II)

Every time he walks into the Purgatory Angel Hall, Roger will have a brand new experience. This mysterious hall, which quietly stands with eleven huge statues, seems to hide endless mysteries. Whenever there is a new breakthrough or a new harvest, Roger will feel that he has lifted the veil covered in the Mysterious Hall and see its outline more clearly. However, when each veil is lifted, the Purgatory Angel Hall will be like the most shy girl, still hiding her true face under the heavy veil.

A slightly cool breeze flows in the gloomy hall forever.

Roger had never noticed that these winds were different from ordinary winds, but this time he noticed them.

The wind comes from nothingness and goes to nothingness. In fact, these unsteady winds have no origin or destination at all.

At this moment, these winds were no longer ordinary winds, but gathered countless mysterious messages and energy flows. The wind blew from the void and produced complex and incomprehensible communication with the tangible or invisible consciousness and power everywhere in the hall.

The space of the hall is marginal, but these winds seem to be not limited by these tangible margins at all. They carry these new information and disappear into endless distances.

At this moment, in Rogue's eyes, the entire Purgatory Angel Hall seemed to have come alive, every inch of earth, stone, and every dust were filled with endless mystery. It was like an omniscient and omnipotent god, looking down at Rogue coldly.

Rog suddenly understood.   This Hall of Purgatory Angels does not belong to this plane at all.  It exists in the history of the land, and perhaps even longer than the history of the entire plane!

Roger finally saw the true side of the Purgatory Angel Hall, but he still couldn't understand the various secrets it contained. Or, there were too many secrets in this temple that he could not understand them all. Although after reading the Book of Hilo, Roger's eyes could receive thousands of messages in an instant, if he wanted to understand even the slightest message in the hall, Roger didn't know that it would take thousands or tens of thousands of years to do it.

Obviously, no corner of the Purgatory Angel Hall is under his control.

However, Roger just smiled slightly this time and walked towards the end of the hall.

The Gemini Hall still stands quietly in the deepest part of the temple, and the empty hall is silent. On the other side, the statue of Fengyue is floating in the sky without any luster.

Roger's footsteps echoed in the empty hall. There was no trace of vitality at all, as if there was no life in this world.

"I'm back, have you been waiting for a long time? There are many words in Wuzhuo Novel Network." Roger stood in front of the statue, staring for a long time before murmuring.

He slowly raised his hands and reached towards Feng Yue's statue, and then waves of low spells poured out from his mouth. They swam around the statue. Countless subtle symbols of light gold **** magic seeped out from his hands, turning into a faint golden mist, gradually covering the huge statue.

Amid the long spell, the statue began to shrink bit by bit, and finally returned to life-sized, slowly descending from the air. Floating in front of Rogge.

If it weren't for the crystal-like luster of jade, it wouldn't have seen it as a statue at all, but just a sleeping wind and moon.

Roger stretched out his hands, and Feng Yue slowly fell into his arms while sleeping. He gently stroked Feng Yue's black hair like a mirror. After a long time, he sighed and whispered: "Feng Yue, I'm back. Look, I've finished reading the Book of Hilo, although I've been stuck in the seventh page for a long time. But I still walked out. I also have the ability to protect you. I know that you have been waiting for too long this day. Alas..."

Roger was silent for a moment, and a lilac star was floating out of his mouth. Looking closely, you will find that this faint star was actually composed of countless purple halos. These halos are centered at a certain point and rotate according to their own laws. At the center of all halos, a mark can be vaguely seen.

"Fengyue, look, I have already obtained the divine character for you. With it, you don't have to stay in this cold statue anymore. This divine character was taken from the Demon Emperor. Do you still remember Adrenie? She did a lot for me, and the only thing she asked me was to help the Demon Realm and protect the Demon Realm Emperor... Alas, but she actually didn't understand that the Demon Realm is not the only hope of the Demon Realm. It was not until I saw the Demon Emperor and Luo Jia that I understood why the Demon Generation had this belief. That's because the Demon Emperor, like you, had the power of creativity. He could create a brand new Demon Realm race with one force, and also regenerated an extinct Demon Realm race. So all

The higher demons all believe that even if the entire demon world is destroyed, as long as the Demon Emperor is still there, the entire demon world can be resurrected. Alas, this is not the case. No matter how powerful and wisdom is, the Demon Emperor is, he is just a lonely demon god. All the demons he can create actually carry his own imprint, which is completely different from the thousands of races that develop on their own. The Demon Realm reborn by the Demon Emperor will only be a lifeless demon world that is destined to move towards the destruction. The gods are not omnipotent, so the Demon Emperor is still subject to the law of space. It is not like you, you are afraid of heaven and earth, and you dare to do anything."

At the end of the day, a smile appeared on Roger's lips. He recalled those times when he was doing something wrong.

What a happy memory...

After a while, Roger finally woke up from his memories, and his eyes fell on Feng Yue's eyebrows. The purple light moved with his eyes, slowly landed on Feng Yue's eyebrows and slowly seeped into him.

In an instant, a purple light lit up inside the statue, almost reflecting the statue transparently! Under this extremely strong purple light, the edges of the statue began to become blurred. In a moment, the image of another statue began to grow and gradually separated from the statue of Fengyue.

Roger stared at the statue's image with concern, his expression seemed extremely nervous, until the image finally condensed into a entity, he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

The details of the statue condensed by the phantom are exactly the same as Feng Yue. The only difference is that the face of the new statue is blank.

The new statue rose slowly and returned to the place where Fengyue originally floated, and then settled down. Fengyue began to feel a little angry. However, her eyes did not open and she still fell asleep peacefully.

Roger seemed to have predicted such a result, without a trace of surprise at all, but just stared at her face silently, as if she wanted to engrave everything in her heart.

Finally, he sighed softly and said, "I really want to accompany you to leave this plane, leave all these worries, and go to a quiet place to open up a plane that belongs only to us. But I can't leave now. I'm sorry, I can only let you spend the next tens of millions of years alone."

He bent down his head very slowly and kissed Feng Yue gently.

Her lips were soft, cold, and as greasy as cream. The indescribable touch not only penetrated Roger's lips, but also his heart and his soul.

This moment has been engraved into his soul. But Roger didn't know how long this mark could last. He felt that it would not take long before this mark would completely disappear.

Because his soul will no longer exist.

Roger raised his head and no longer hesitated. His right hand was stroking the vain above Fengyue. When his hand passed, he sprinkled a fluffy of silver powder. The silver powder quickly condensed into countless thin silver threads. One end of the silver thread was connected to Fengyue's body, and the other end stretched to all directions. There was a particularly thick silver thread that connected him and her. The silver thread was shining brightly, making it seem indescribable. But for some reason, this silver thread always exuded a trace of sadness.

These visible silver threads are all the connection between Feng Yue and this plane.

Roger waved his left hand, and the space of the hall immediately rippled with waves of water. Feng Yue's body was like a light boat, rippling with the waves.

Roger raised his right hand, but his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every time he lifted a point, he seemed so hesitant and so difficult!

His hands were shaking.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't see, he couldn't hear. However, in this moment of separation, how dare he see, and where would he listen?

The wind and moon are still sleeping.

She also can't see or hear.

She didn't know that her body began to slowly slide on the water marks, floating towards the deep dark space ahead.

She also didn't know that the countless silver wires had turned into a sad silver flame in the sky while Roger waved his hand!

At this moment, every minute and a second, more than a thousand years!

Roger finally opened his eyes.

Silence and darkness once again became the theme of the Gemini Hall. The empty hall opposite, the statues of gods standing in the air, and even the dust at the corners of the hall representing the traces of time, are no different from the moment. The only difference is that the face of the statue floating in the air is blank.

This only difference, for Rogue, is the whole difference.

Roger turned around and strode out of the Gemini Hall.

This place carries too much joy and sorrow for him, and he is overwhelmed.

So he did not look back and would not step into the Gemini Hall again.
Chapter completed!