The Seventh Day Judgment of the Book of Seventh Day (II)

This world that should have been night has now become a sea of ​​holy rays.

The soft holy rays are as solid as the essence, like the light snowflakes, falling from the sky. The night that should have fallen was driven to the corner by the holy rays.

At this moment, countless people on the entire Gloria continent walked out of their homes and looked up at the visions between heaven and earth in awe, the most vast miracle recorded in history.

Night has become day.

The holy rays that brighten the sky are not the milky white that people usually see, but the light gold and light blue alternately appear, and occasionally there will be other colors. In this way, the sky should only see gorgeousness, but the holy rays falling like snow contain a faint pressure, which makes people feel awe when looking up at the sky.

Although the pressure in the holy ray is so weak that it is almost impossible to detect, no matter whether it is an ordinary civilian or a strong man of the world, the tremor sensed in his heart is different. Just like when he is in front of an ancient dragon, both a rabbit and a lion will be equally afraid.

Roger stood on the long steps of the Great Temple of Light, looked up at the holy rays falling from the sky, opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath.

What he blew out was a wisp of ice blue.

The fat man no longer looked up at the Shenghui in the sky, pushed open the gate of the Great Temple of Light and strode into it.

Roger, the long and lonely corridor, has walked through this long and lonely corridor, and every time he walks, he will have more different feelings. And this time, from the moment he stepped on this corridor, his heart felt inexplicably sad. That feeling. It seemed like he was on a deserted island and suddenly lost contact with another partner. It was sadness, loneliness, and a little panic.

Roger accelerated his pace, and after a moment he had arrived at the Pope's prayer room. Outside the old wooden door, Augustus stood there, as if waiting for him.

Seeing Roger arrive, the Blood Angel took a step to the side silently, giving way for Roger. Roger frowned slightly. He came to the door and raised his hand to knock on the door. His hand was raised high, but finally fell gently on the door, stroking the mottled lines representing the breath of time on the wooden door.

This door can no longer be opened.

The moment he touched the wooden door, Roger felt that behind the door was nothingness, and the Pope and his prayer room had disappeared into the endless void and no longer existed. This is true nothingness. Unlike the turbulent space, the world of nothingness cannot accommodate any material existence, and even the soul cannot stay.

Roger touched the wooden door for a long time before turning to Augustus and asked heavily: "His Majesty has left?"

The Blood Angel nodded and said calmly: "Yes. Your Majesty knows you will come back, but he said he can't wait for that time, so he asked me to wait for you here."

Roger raised his eyebrows slightly. He said, "Have he said it?" Wuchuang Novel Network does not skip words.

Augustus's voice gradually subsided and said, "A moment before his departure, his eyes had seen through the past and future, and had traveled through the fog that blocked the gods of heaven. What he asked me to tell you is that the one who is now at the head of the twelve Lords is the Lord of Destruction, and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption. The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Redemption are actually only two sides of the same entity."

Lord of Destruction and Lord of Redemption, the two are one?!

After a moment of silence, Roger looked up and said, "I understand that destruction is the salvation of the heavens. What the heavens need is purity, not tolerance."

Augustus smiled rare and said, "The heaven has always had only one kind of glory. When has it ever been tolerated? Since the gods have chosen the best way for us, how can we still be tolerated?"

Roger stared at Augustus for a long time before he slowly said, "Dear Lord Augustus. If I see it right, you are flowing with the purest brilliance of heaven. You were indeed right just now. But your tone was not very right, and this was completely disrespectful to the gods in the heavens."

Augustus smiled slightly and replied, "Dear Lord Rog, if I see it correctly, you once carried the glory of the Lord of Destruction Dismasen! Before questioning my disrespect, can you explain where the wound on your back comes from?"

Roger's eyes at Augustus gradually became sharp, and the edges of the scenery behind him were slightly blurred, as if a very faint shadow was covering them.

There seemed to be a slight movement in the corridor. A few strands of brown and golden hair of Augustus flew up quietly, and then broke into several pieces silently, and then dissipated in the wind without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

Augustus stood on the shore, as if he was completely unaware of the changes around him. He was neither alert nor promoted his strength, but just looked at Rogue calmly.

The shadow covering the corridor quietly faded away, and the frost on Roger's face also melted away at the same time, and he smiled and said, "Dear Lord Augustus, forgive me for being rude just now. But I am indeed very strange. The angels who came or reincarnated should have no judgment, and they can only obey the oracles of the Lord God without condition. But now it seems that this rule does not apply to you at all."

The Blood Angel smiled again, and the resolute and weathered face had a little more kindness, saying: "After the final judgment, perhaps the ordinary existence of this plane can be passed on ignorantly for thousands of years until the moment it becomes a land of abandonment. However, we angels who have descended or reincarnated have already branded this plane on their souls. Apart from the energy that has been restored to the source of the cost, there is no other way to eliminate this type of sealed by the plane space rules.

The imprint on the heavens has never had a kind of glory, so in the final judgment, the first thing to cleanse is us. At that time, in a sense, I still existed, and only a consciousness called Augustus disappeared. In fact, the only difference between me and other angels is that this consciousness called Augustus does not want to disappear. So you see, I actually don’t have much difference, but I just have some of my own ideas. “

At this time, the holy light outside the window lit up again, reflecting the dim corridor as bright as day. This time the holy light was light green. It has extremely strong penetration. Under this unprecedented holy light, both the huge rocks and the walls became almost transparent.

At this moment, there is no corner of the entire plane for darkness to hide.

In this glorious holy brilliance, Roger and Augustus stood opposite each other, and were still chatting like friends for many years.

"Dear Lord Augustus, there was an extra statue in the Hall of Purgatory Angels? Who is it?"

"No, there are still only eleven statues in the main hall."

"Why did the gate of heaven appear?"

"Your Majesty once told me.                                                                                                                          

Roger laughed and said, "That's true. But although there are indeed some things in this world that are destined to be a result, I insist on doing it."

Augustus smiled.                                                             

Roger nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I don't think we have the need to fight side by side, so we will do our best. The time is almost over, and I should leave."

"Wait a minute." Augustus called Roger and said, "There is something to give you here. This is what I personally give to you."

When the Blood Angel reached out, there was something in his palm, something that Roger had wanted for a long time.

It was a metal disc with a mysterious and cold atmosphere. The plate was carved with extremely fine patterns. When you looked closely, you would find that these patterns were actually composed of symbols that were so small that they were almost indistinguishable. Moreover, these symbols were not engraved on the disc, but were slightly floating on the disc. These symbols were too small and the distance between the metal disc was too close, which was Roger's eyesight. At first glance, I almost realized that they were actually floating. When Roger looked at him again, he found that these fine symbols were flowing slowly. From the outside, they were almost still. Even if they had been decades or hundreds of years, they could not be able to move out the distance of a hair. But if they were judged by their size, they were rushing and rushing at an extremely fast speed.

Those thin patterns as thin as hair are actually magnificent rivers.

The entire disc forms a world, repeating itself, moving continuously according to its own rules. Roger stared at the disc, and instantly realized that the extremely subtle symbols were not simple symbols. If you look closely, it seems that you can see that each symbol is composed of countless smaller symbol patterns. In this way, perhaps every symbol is like this metal disc, forming a world.

So what about the more subtle symbols that make up this symbol? Can it be decomposed in the same way?

Roger felt a little dizzy in his mind. He calmed down and concentrated slightly, then he took his eyes back from the metal disc. The fat man gently stroked the metal disc, feeling a little emotion in his heart.

Is this the law of space that Rodriguez will obtain in his entire life?

Roger asked Augustus: "I'm afraid this thing can be taken out casually, right? There are many words in Wuzhuo Novel Network."

The Blood Angel said, "For no reason? Anyway, the people who guard it have returned to the embrace of the heavens. This thing is just a masterless thing now. Since I can't understand it, why don't you show it to you."

Roger put this metal disc that records the laws of space into his arms and sighed softly: "This thing is useless to me, just use it as a souvenir."

At this moment, when he was taking the law of space, Roger could not suppress his feelings. Rodriguez had devoted his life to it, and if he was present at this time, he would probably think it was quite worth it.

The laws of space are endless. If you take time, you may be able to understand endless power. But the problem lies in the days. If you want to understand something, the time you have to be wasted may be calculated over a hundred years. Originally, whether it was Rodriguez back then or Rogge at the moment, they had nearly infinite life, and a hundred years were just a blink of an eye. But at this moment when the gate of heaven was being established, the only thing this plane lacked is time. And according to the power of the gods in the heavenly realm, even if Rodriguez obtained the laws of space, he was destined to have no time to study it.

For Roger, the seventh page of the Book of Hilo and the laws of space contain the vast ocean. He was just standing on a small island and seeing a very limited area of ​​water. Not to mention how vast the world is under the water, even within his sight, it is just a small small place in the sea.

Since there is no time, and since there is still a lot of content on the seventh page of the Book of Hilo, so much space law is used to Rogue? But since this is Rodriguez's wish back then, the fat man put away the space law at this moment just to fulfill this wish.

Roger stopped talking and turned around and walked out.

The Blood Angel hesitated for a moment and asked: "Master Rogge, ask a question that you shouldn't have asked.   What you just used seems to be the power of the domain, but I don't feel that there is anything special about your domain, and even the characteristic of breaking the domain at the beginning has disappeared.   Now your domain is a simple domain, that's all.   If that's the case, what's the use of your domain?"

Roger did not look back, but just laughed and said, "What once existed may not continue to happen. The one that has never appeared will not come. So, shouldn't the field that has no use at all?" Wuzhuo Novel Network does not skip words.

After saying that, he left. Augustus stayed alone in the corridor, frowned and thought for a moment, shook his head, and slowly left.

The holy light gradually dissipated, and the night returned to its proper position.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

In this rain of light, they heard chants and praises to the gods.

So they knelt down, prayed, and were grateful, and did not dare to look up at the stars hanging high in the air representing the gods.
Chapter completed!