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

Roger and Sius discussed for a long time, but failed to figure out whether humans have such wonderful abilities to destroy the source of faith hidden in the deepest part of the secrets of space.

Xius's technique is completely different from this mysterious character. If the source of faith is compared to a grassland that can nourish all things, Xius constructs a channel with his body and soul, drains and absorbs all the water and nutrients below the grassland, and eventually drys up the entire grassland. And that mysterious character spreads a plague on the grassland. Although the plague is not expanding very quickly, the plague is extremely vicious. No grass grows wherever it passes. As long as it takes time, the entire grassland will become a dead place and will no longer be alive.

The two foxes, the old and the young, were discussing and discussing. At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded on the stairs, and a crisp sound came: "Elder Seus, who are you talking to? I don't feel that there is someone around you!"

Accompanied by the voice, Effier ran down the second floor like a gust of wind. Her light golden hair was slightly curled, most of her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head, and a few strands of wits were spread out on her forehead, adding a little bit of maturity to this clear and watery elves. Effier was wearing a crystal-filled armor, holding a crystal bow carved with the statues of the twelve great elves in her hand, and holding a pile of fragments of magic materials on her other hand. I don’t know how she grabbed so many such fragmented magic materials in her hand.

Effier turned the corner of the stairs, stopped suddenly, and opened her mouth wide. She just stood there in a daze for a moment. With a thud, the magic material and crystal bow slipped out of her slender hands and fell to the ground, but she didn't realize it, just staring at Roger blankly.

Roger was also extremely surprised. Like Effier, he had no sense of the existence of someone on the second floor at all. This was an incredible thing for Roger now.

The hall was very quiet.

Seus stood up quietly. He flew out of the building silently. But as soon as he walked out two steps, Effier blew hard behind him like a hurricane, colliding with Roger!

Before Seus could scream, a great force came from behind, blowing him out of the broken door. Behind Seus were countless pieces of furniture and tables and chairs. Then the building shook, the exterior walls loosened, the vines broke, and even the thick pillars began to crack, which was like a catastrophe.

As Sius had just stood firm and wanted to say something bitterly, he heard a buzzing sound again, and the crystal light flashed in front of him. The crystal bow in Effier's hand brushed past him like lightning and penetrated deeply into a huge rock.

The roar kept gushing out of the small building, and the small building kept shaking, like a sapling that kept storm in a storm.

Another roar, and the building suddenly stopped strangely. In a blink of an eye, it had already dispersed into countless tiny fragments, falling down one after another, pressing Effier and Roger, who were fighting.

The originally exquisite building has become a ruin, a completely still ruin.

The elves in the valley went their own way and continued to carry out the magic ceremony without any hope in an orderly manner, turning a blind eye to the earth-shaking battle in a corner of the valley.

Silently, a breeze blew from the small building. The breeze immediately turned into a terrifying tornado, soaring into the sky with countless pieces. This tornado is very different from ordinary ordinary tornadoes, and it is more than a thousand times more violent. However, its meticulous and gentleness is also beyond the imagination.

Afeier stood on a green grass, just staring at the sky in a daze. Her cheeks were still slightly red with passion. Her hair was also wet with sweat, and she pressed tightly against her curved and soft forehead.

Where she is standing, the green grass is as green as a felt, and there is no trace of debris. There is no sign of a two-story building here.

"He has left?" Sius asked at some point after Effier.

"Yes, he always has so many things to be busy with, even now." Effier said, with a hint of melancholy and sorrow in his plain voice.

Sius looked at Effie's back and sighed, "He can't help but let him do it now. There is not much time left."

Effier nodded, and with a casual move, the crystal bow flew out of the huge rock and returned to her hand. She gently stroked the crystal bow with her own hands, and then said for a moment: "Elder Xius, you are just about to sacrifice yourself to destroy the source of faith in this plane. This is not your style!"

Seus laughed and said, "This is very simple! Actually, I have a body outside and countless clones. Although I am not as many clones as Sirlo, I can call myself the Lord of billions, but there are always hundreds of clones. Destroying the source of faith in this plane will consume at most one clone of my old man. It's a big deal? Hehe, even that boy Rog knows how to try his best to leave a few more ways for him. How could I do such a stupid thing as sacrificing myself and Gu Quan's plane?"

"Is that true?" Wucuo Novels.com does not skip the words. Effier glanced at Seus and suddenly said, "Isn't there only one tea cup left in your tea sets?" Wucuo Novels.com does not skip the words.

Sius did not answer, but coughed twice, then found an excuse to leave in a hurry.

At any time, worries and pain seem to be the rights of a few wise people, and most people live their daily lives mechanically and repeatedly. Day after day, year after year, they only care about a small part of their lives and how tomorrow's life should continue. They also have pain and troubles, and are worried about some things that are very important to them. However, no matter how important these things seem in front of them, they will become ridiculous if they look at them from the perspective of the entire plane.

Therefore, wise people are not happy. Sometimes they are compassionate and sometimes cynical. They try to awaken the world, but most of the time, they are only regarded as madmen. In the eyes of these secular people, the immediate interests in the personal are much more important and real than the vain and vague things such as the survival of the plane.

Roger can also be said to be a wise man. He strolled on the streets of Lille, looking at the crowds passing by in a daze. The city of Lille was in a passionate and warm atmosphere. Whether it was a noble or a civilian, most of the people who talked about it were the Civil War. In their opinion, the most grand war in a thousand years was coming to an end. Since the Grand Duke had personally led the army into the Aslofik Empire, then the northern overlord was doomed to perish. In addition, the Dro Empire had already been defeated and surrendered, so the three empires in the world were only the Austro-Hungarian Empire. But now even an ordinary civilian knew it. The Austro-Hungarian Empire was beaten to pieces by Alexander in the war, and almost all the main forces were annihilated, which was incomparable to the Duchy who was in full swing.

At this moment, there is only one overlord, the great Principal of Bavaria!

The nobles of the Principality were concerned with the distinctive titles, power and wealth in the newly added vast territory, while the civilians were immersed in the arrogance of defeating the people of the country, talking about other countries in disdainful tone. And unrealistic fantasies about how much wealth the enslavement of the residents of the war territory could bring them.

In Roger's eyes, these people were like pigs already on a pile of firewood, who were about to turn into a meal on others, but they still didn't know how delicious the food would be tomorrow.

Quietly, a trace of pity rose from his heart, but then it melted like a wisp of smoke. Roger's heart was as calm as ice.

He does not care about the life and death of sentient beings in the world. This is what makes him different from the wise. Therefore, there are no worries of the wise.

Rogge was walking leisurely through Lille City like an ordinary person, and in a blink of an eye he arrived in front of the Grand Duke Mansion. Unlike before, today, the Grand Duke Mansion seemed deserted, with the gates closed, and only a few listless soldiers stood in front of the door.

Roger walked forward with his hands behind his back. In one step, he appeared in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

The mansion of the Grand Duke was quiet, with some dust accumulated everywhere, and several spider webs even formed under the corners and eaves. It was obvious that there was no one for more than a day.

Rog looked around at the Grand Duke Mansion. Something must have happened here before the Grand Duke of Bavaria made the decision to abandon the Grand Duke Mansion.

Logue had already guessed that this happened.    Occasionally, his eyes could not only see the future, but also the past.  He walked inward.   In Catherine's study, there was a familiar smell.

Her study was exactly the same as in Roger's memory, and it was extremely neat. All the books and documents were placed in an orderly manner. On the wide purple-gold sandalwood desk, there were piles of documents waiting to be processed. In one corner of the table, there was an ink table, and a quill decorated with golden patterns was placed on it. In the center of the desk, there was an open document, and half of the document was written below the floor.

The word is like the person.

The review was written in Goethe's flower body commonly seen by the nobles, with great power in perfection. Roger knew at a glance that this was Catherine's handwriting.

It seemed that the owner of the study room had just left in an urgent matter. It was just that dust had accumulated on the floor and desk, and the ink in Taichung had completely dried up.

The time in the study seemed to freeze at some point a few days ago.

Roger stood at the door, his eyes swept across the study room, and finally landed on the ground in the center of the room. There was a dagger lying quietly. The dagger was dull and covered with rust, looking like it had been baptized for many years.

Roger walked over, leaned over and picked up the dagger, gently stroked the blade that had been corroded by rust. He knew that just a few days ago, the dagger was still brilliant, just like the dagger in Seus's hand.

Although the soul blade is not very famous, it is a magical artifact with very unique functions. There are two soul blades, which are exactly the same in all aspects. This is another magical point. With Roger's ability today, he naturally knows that only miracles can create two completely the same things. The soul blade has the strange effect of adsorbing and exploding souls. It was originally a supreme weapon used to deal with undead creatures, but in the hands of Sius and Catherine, it naturally has an alternative effect.

At this moment, the soul blade in Roger's hand was completely destroyed.

He closed his eyes and carefully experienced the little messages coming from the soul blade. Gradually, intermittent pictures were generated in his mind.

After a long time, Roger sighed deeply and opened his eyes.  There was empty in his hand, and the soul blade had turned into countless particles, dissipating in the breeze passing through the hall.

He turned around and walked outside.

Not only the study room, but also the entire Grand Duke Mansion is filled with unbearable bleakness and loneliness. Even if his mind is hard and cold, he doesn't want to stay here for too long.

Every time he took a step, there were little and little bits about Catherine in his heart. Almost all the memories related to her were filled with blood, hatred, conspiracy and ruthlessness. At first, Roger ignored Catherine. After Androni's death, the fat man hated this woman who could do everything he could. But after he betrayed his past and converted to Dismason, he still couldn't do anything to this woman.

She killed her sister with her own hands and also the children of Androni and Roger. But she also gave birth to a child for Roger, although the fat man had never met him.

She was perfect and ruthless, wise and able to break. The fat man thought he had already known her quite well, but he did not expect that at this last moment, she would be so strong.

Because?Pride?

Roger suddenly realized that he had never really understood her from beginning to end.  As a rival, he should have known her very much.

Roger smiled bitterly. Perhaps because of this, he never really defeated her.

With a slight sigh, his figure gradually became blurred and disappeared from the Grand Duke's Mansion.

Dangdang!

Roger hesitated for a while before knocking on the dark oak door in front of him.

"Come in." The pope's weak voice came from behind the door, which sounded like a bellows that had been used for decades, filled with air leakage.

Roger pushed open the oak door and walked into the Pope's prayer room, then immediately frowned slightly.

The Pope's prayer room was as always filled with the smell of time, and everything seemed fragile, as if the wind was slightly stronger and could turn them into powder.

The only difference in the room was that there was one more person, someone Roger didn't want to see.

Grand Duke of Bavaria, Reinhardt.
Chapter completed!