Chapter 1 Nightmare

There are cloudy, sunny, wind and frost in the world, but only the heavens are brilliant.

At this moment, the temple of Tiratmes, which was nearly 1,000 meters high, was scattered everywhere, which was particularly dazzling. They were so strong that hundreds of angels who recited hymns could not maintain their neat formation and had to fly away to avoid these strong hymns that were enough to completely evaporate them.

The holy light was like a tide in the sea, and it kept pouring out of the temple. At this moment, the main hall of the main god was no longer a place where ordinary angels could accommodate. Only the light angel created by Tirathimus himself could stand calmly in this fire-like holy light.

Angels have no emotions, so should God.

However, the laws that restrict ordinary Gods and angels are not imposed on the glorious Lord Gods. The angels who focus on avoiding the sacred light and performing sacred sacred angels do not know whether the great Tirathimus is angry. They have not been long enough to understand what such as anger are like. But they know that the Lord God’s emotions are not stable at this moment. This has been a very rare event in the past thousand years.

In the temple, a strong holy light gushed out from the body of Tirathimus, who was sitting high, and it seemed that he had completely turned into a extremely hot sun!

In front of him, two rows of light angels with golden wings on their backs stood quietly in the air, as if they had endless patience, waiting for the oracle of the Song of Tirathimis that created them with one hand.

A wave of water suddenly occurred in the space in the middle of the temple, and then four light beads that were indescribable to describe their luster emerged from the fluctuations of the space. They surrounded each other and slowly floated in the air, but no matter how they flew, the distance between the four light beads would not change in the slightest change. The light beads formed a vertex of an empty tetrahedron, and a small glimmer of light was flowing in the center of the tetrahedron.

The tetrahedron is only one meter square, and it seems insignificant in front of two rows of tall and majestic light angels, not to mention compared with Tirathimis, who is more than 100 meters tall. However, all the light angels bowed towards this empty tetrahedron and retreated. Tirathimis, who was high above, also moved his body and leaned forward slightly.

The tetrahedron of nothingness flashed for a moment and appeared in front of Tirathimus. Then an indescribable invisible aura enveloped the entire temple. At this moment, the tetrahedron of nothingness suddenly had the aura of existence. It was like the one eye of an extremely huge beast, looking at everything in the world coldly.

"The great Tirathimis, your troubles are not ending, but are expanding."

Such a message came from the tetrahedron of nothingness. The power contained in this message was so powerful that all the wings spreading behind the light angels were floating involuntarily, like fallen leaves in the wind. They had to retreat for a while before they stabilized their positions.

Tirathimis said: "The great Setanistolia will not be worse."

The main god Setanistoria, who was fighting, did not really appear in front of Tirathimis. This nihilistic tetrahedron is just one of his incarnations. The light belonging to the main god is too strong, so when the two main gods are too close, the mutual reflection of the holy brilliance may tear apart the space of the heavens.

There seemed to be an invisible wave sweeping through all the light angels present, and then Setanistoria said, "The great Tirathomis, there is nothing wrong with these light angels you created. But are there any other light angels that fight on the outer planes different?"

Tirathimus replied indifferently: "Oderech and Achilles are the only ones who are different from all the angels of light."

"Why does this happen? All the actions of Light Angels fighting on the outer plane should not be hidden from your great spiritual consciousness."

Tirathimis paused for a moment before answering: "Until the last moment, there was nothing wrong with Achilles' thoughts and actions, and the deepest part of his soul was as pure as before. In fact, I still don't know where he hid those rebellious thoughts and how he found them again at the last moment. And the final result was too sudden, and even I could not stop them in time."

Setanistolia said, "Since your powerful and meticulous spiritual sense cannot detect Achilles' betrayal, then other main gods, including me, should also be unable to detect his rebellion. I have to remind you that the two light angels you created are very dangerous, so don't make any further attempts."

At this moment, a little bright red floated out of Tirathimus's chest. The two main gods stared at the bright red light and were silent for a moment. Tirathimus said: "You have also seen that Achilles may know that he cannot resist my recall, so he wiped his mark at the last moment and turned into the energy of the origin. I have no way of knowing how he did all this."

Setanistolia seemed to have thought for a moment and slowly said, "Maybe he had left his memory there before this. Now it seems that although that plane is small, it is enough trouble. It seems that we should turn our attention to it. Achilles consumed too much source of faith in that plane. Now neither my fighting angel nor your light angel can come enough. The only good news is that Achilles sent back evidence of Macbeth's fall, so that Frien Mill can't blame you for the time being. I'm about to go to the dark world, and I'm afraid I can't help you more. But I will leave the Thirteenth Wisdom Angel to completely solve the troubles in that plane."

Tirathimis said: "Indeed, the troubles in that plane cannot continue to expand. If it attracts Dismasen's attention, it will be a real trouble..."

The tetrahedron of nothingness gradually became blurred, and Setanistoria's consciousness still echoed in the temple: "Dismason only knows destruction, and if it knows this, it will be difficult to deal with. The great Tirathimis, please give your attention a little to that slight plane. After I come back from the dark world, I hope that the divine order of heaven will not change at all."

dark.

In the absolute darkness, a little light suddenly lit up.

This little light tore the endless darkness apart in a blink of an eye and ignited the entire world!

Roger moaned and sat up suddenly, only to realize that he had another nightmare. However, the dreams he had recently had very real, and they were so real that he was inseparable from reality. At this moment, he was sweating profusely, his eyes were red and swollen, and he kept crying, as if he was really stabbed by the light in his dream.

He rubbed his eyes and then he recovered his vision. Beside Roger, a pair of shining starlight was staring at him.

The fat man smiled and said, "Effier, it's okay, I just had a nightmare."

He gently stroked Effier's smooth skin. When his hand fell on her flat and firm belly, the fat man smiled a little unnaturally and said, "Effier, it seems that the elves are really a race that is not good at fertility. Look, there is no sign of being bigger here yet!"

Effier said: "God envoys, the human race, who is known for its strong fertility, hasn't given birth to you? Obviously, this is not all for me, but for you. There is an old saying that people who are too evil will be punished by the gods and they will lose the ability to have offspring."

The fat man laughed and scolded: "Nonsense! I am Hilo's messenger. If you say that, Hilo will be disrespectful."

Effier said again: "If you want a child so much, maybe you can try some races with more fertility. Maybe it will be effective! Well, let me think about which races have the strongest fertility... goblins, dwarfs, orcs, ogres, certain demons, trolls, and bonkers..."

Effier's crisp voice was filled with a strange power. Every time she said the name of a race, Roger's mind would involuntarily have the image of a naked female, and each of them was in love and howled and rushed towards him.

Rog's face became increasingly ugly. He covered Effier's mouth and pressed him down fiercely.

As night passes and day comes, the west coast of Longines Sea becomes noisy again. On this day, the sea is calm and countless fishing boats sail to the sea. No matter who the ruler becomes, the simple fishermen have to survive by fishing.

The western coast of the Longines Sea is vast, with a large population, and its race and beliefs are very complicated. Although the Aslofik Empire occupied this area, it still takes a considerable time to consolidate its rule. At this time, tens of thousands of prisoners of war were cutting down trees and building roads day and night in the endless primeval forest under the threat of whips and guns. Although dozens or even hundreds of prisoners of war died of excessive fatigue every day, Emperor Feuerbach was still dissatisfied with the progress of the project. He roared at his generals and asked them to find more coolies to speed up the opening of this primeval forest.

During the process of occupation and conquest, Roger naturally would not be idle. He instructed the clergy of the Holy Church to attack everywhere and recruit believers along the imperial army. Emperor Feuerbach gave the Holy Church a privilege, that all believers of the Holy Church could be treated as the people of the Empire and avoid the cruel and unfair treatment that the residents of the occupied land would likely receive.

The Aslofik Empire has always been known for its cruelty and ruthlessness in treating the residents of the occupied power. Not long ago, Rog held up the bloody flags and killed every city deeply shocked the countries on the west coast of the Longines Sea. Since joining the Holy Church can get a chance to survive, the civilians naturally would not hesitate too much. Later, even the residents of the entire city joined the church.

The gods use faith as their source, which is the content of the third page of the Book of Hilo.

Roger Chufan didn't believe that the long and dense sentence was just this meaning. After understanding this sentence, he suddenly understood a lot about what the power of faith was.

At the header of the third page, there is a saying as usual: "The gods are not omnipotent, but Hilo is omnipotent."

Rogge knew that most of the Protestants who joined the Holy Church in order to survive were not devout faith at all, and there were even many people with deep hatred for the Empire. However, the fat man was not so easily deceived. The purpose of his establishment of the Holy Church was to be the power of faith, not the number of believers who were half-hearted. Therefore, the Saint Mora led the Ice and Snow Mage to patrol each city. In her eyes, those believers who not only had no faith, but were not resentful, had nowhere to hide. These identified believers were handed over to the imperial army for rebellion.

According to the military laws of the Aslofik Empire, after being convicted of treason, the middle-aged man was executed, his wife and daughter were taken as camp prostitutes, and his children were sold as slaves. Here, these middle-aged man would not be executed for the time being, but were sent to the southern forest for hard work. There, the harsh environment and heavy labor would generally take their lives within one or two months.

"God shines light on you, but you abuse it. Before the omniscient Audreh, all lies will be like shadows under the sun, without any escape!"

Before thousands of believers who were identified as dishonest, Rogge spoke such words with a solemn and sacred face. Then he ignored the cries of the believers, accused them of grievances or scoldings, and waved his scepter, and the thousands of imperial troops, like wolves and tigers, immediately rushed up and dragged all these pseudo-cultural people down.

Roger's foothold is a nameless small city, with more than 30,000 residents in the city joining the Holy Church. However, at the grand religious ceremony held later, these believers could not bear the glorious illumination between Mora's hands and were considered dishonest. What Roger did now was nothing more than establishing his authority for his identity as a pope.

It has been a month since the Great stood on the west coast of Longines. During this period, the above situation has been repeated, and the number of coolies who built roads in the south gradually changed from 20,000 to 150,000. However, during these bloody years, the believers of the Holy Church led by Roger developed rapidly, and more than 500,000 new believers increased in a short period of time. As time goes by, the number of believers joining the church is increasing.

The Fatty firmly believes that there are realistic benefits in front of you, there are promises of the next life in the distance, and there are bloody swords and guns behind you. In this case, most people know how to choose. Except for a few people, ordinary people who live ordinary lives will not donate their lives for the royal family or the country. The Fatty intends to recruit at least two million qualified believers on the west coast of the Longines Sea.

His only regret was that among all the clergy in the church, only Mora, who had natural charm, could transform an ordinary believer into a devout believer in an instant. However, the Holy Church developed too fast, and just stabilizing the faith of the most core believers almost exhausted Mora's energy.

Roger has long been used to war and killing.

When he arrived at his position, the people, believers, prisoners of war and the casualties were all just numbers to some extent. No matter whether hundreds of thousands or one million lives fell in the war, there was no big difference. The Emperor Feuerbach, known for his iron blood, would not take a mere million lives seriously. The leading Alexander slaughtered hundreds of thousands of prisoners of various races many times in the Western Front War. Although Pompei was limited in size and had less blood on his hands, his cruelty and ruthlessness on the battlefield would never be worse than anyone else.

The blood has long dyed the west coast of Longines Sea red.

Whenever he is free, Roger always likes to take a walk by the beach alone.

But for some reason, no matter whether it is sunny or cloudy, whenever Rogue stands on the Longines coast, he often feels a moment of trance.

On this day, the fat man walked alone on the rocky coastline as before. He looked up at the distance. The sky was gray and the sea was very calm. The cool sea breeze blew over. However, Roger suddenly felt dizzy in his mind, his body shook, and he almost fell down from the sea!

Roger had long been accustomed to this, and had a steady footing, and then he slowly stood up.

The place where he is at this moment is no longer the familiar Longines Sea.

At that moment, the ground was dark red, and the waves in the sea turned into thick blood. The sky was also red, as if it was reflected by the earth and the ocean. But after careful look, Roger found that the flowing red in the sky was actually a burning flame!

The earth is dripping blood, the sky is burning!

At this time, in the distant sky, a little bright light rose slowly. The scene was so familiar that Roger immediately subconsciously closed his eyes!

A gentle but hot wind gently stroked his face, and then there was a tingling sting on his skin, which was the sting caused by the extremely strong light shining on his naked skin. Although Roger had closed his eyes tightly, the strong light still penetrated his eyelids, making him dizzy!

Roger had to turn his back and try to avoid the too strong light. But when he turned around, his eyes were still as dazzling as before. Every corner between heaven and earth seemed to have been filled with blazing light.

The wind that was whistling by now was already suffocating heat, and strange sounds came into Roger's ears from time to time. Although he couldn't see it, Roger knew that the sky, the earth, the ocean, and everything was burning at this moment!

Even if it is real, hallucinations are just hallucinations.

Roger, despite the unbearable pain, forced his eyes to open. Sure enough, what was presented to him was still lead-gray sky, dark reefs, and a quiet sea.

The fat man smiled. Hallucinations are hallucinations, which can only suppress those who do not have strong willpower.

Suddenly, something seemed to fall in front of his eyes. Roger reached out to take it, looked carefully, and his face immediately changed.

In his palm was a piece of hair that had been burned to ashes!

The sea breeze then swept away the few pieces of flying ashes that were almost weightless. Roger raised his hand and touched his head, and immediately felt a strand of burnt hair on his fingertips. He felt a chill slowly surge from the bottom of his heart.

Is it the hallucination just now, or is it the hallucination in front of you?

He took a deep breath and looked around slowly.

All the scenery that came into Rogue's eyes seemed to be a little different from the past. But Rogue knew that the world was no different from the past. The difference was himself. Some unexplainable changes had already happened to him.

Whether in the beautiful city of oracle, the cold but artistic Richelieu, or the Longines coast full of gold coins, Sius's room is always simple, elegant and noble as ever.

While Rog was blowing the wind by the beach alone, Seus got a complete set of exquisite tea sets from somewhere, and was cooking happily and preparing to enjoy it.

However, the misty water vapor that was surging from the kettle condensed but did not dissipate, which was very different from ordinary steam. The surging water vapor appeared in the center of the surging water vapor, and six mysterious figures in dark gray robes sat on both sides of the table. One of them stood up, bowed to Seus, and said respectfully: "The omniscient shadow of nothingness, this time the matter is serious, so I have to disturb your peace."

His voice was extremely hoarse and had a metallic friction. He knew it was a fake sound when he heard it.

Seus snorted and said, "What's the matter?"

The mysterious man wrapped in a gray robe said, "I just received the news that the team traveling west this year was ambushed in the Central Mountains, all of which were lost, and only one person escaped."

Sius was shocked and said, "What happened to the team traveling west?! Who did it?"

The man said, "The man who escaped was poisoned with his wound. He had only had time to tell us that there were a large number of orcs among the attackers, and he died of poison."

"Are you an orc?" Sius took a deep breath, stood up, walked slowly in the room for a few times before saying coldly: "Okay, I understand this."

The men in gray robes on both sides of the long table stood up, saluted Sius, and then left.
Chapter completed!