Sin and Punishment Chapter Fourteen Grace

Chapter Fourteen Grace

The red ocean in the sky has passed by the wind, and the figure of the wind and moon has disappeared in the vast distance. On the wasteland, only Macbeth stood blankly, looking up at the once red sky.

At that moment, the red ocean of youthfulness became the focus of the whole world!

Augustus, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, sighed for a long time and withdrew his gaze that was staring at the sky. He looked back and saw the old pope leaning against the chair, his eyes half open and half closed, and he was dozing off, as if he could not get up at any time.

In a small courtyard in the corner of the imperial palace, the boss slowly closed the window, separating the cold wind of early winter outside.

Whether in the center or edge of the continent, those eyes watching the Red Ocean across time and space were retracted one by one, and they either sighed, shook their heads, or thoughtful.

"Bang!"

A slim hand suddenly appeared in front of Roger and closed the thick magic book.

"Fatty! You have read this magic-breaking book for three days, why haven't you finished it? Isn't it just a seventh-level magic? You have learned it for so long, why should you learn it?" Androni sat on the table in front of Roger and stared at Roger.

Today she changed into a common outfit for young noble men. Her shirt was solemn and noble black. Her long-lasting tall collar and lotus sleeves were decorated with handmade laces known for their complexity. The tight trousers of the same color were not decorated at all. The perfect close-fitting cut out her legs were full of strength but not lacking in soft and graceful lines. The only way to reflect her old preferences was a sapphire brooch on her chest.

This classic aristocratic outfit exudes the deadly charm of heroism and softness on Androni. Especially under the black lace lacy on the neck, the slender neck, the delicate collarbone and a fair skin are looming, and the strong contrast between black and white creates a dazzling visual effect.

The fat man's eyes shone brightly, staring at the large snow-white and curved skin exposed between his collar, and was amazed.

"Annie, you should change your clothes. However, such a cheap outfit is so good to wear on you. It doesn't matter whether the clothes look good or not, but the people who wear them look good!" Roger exclaimed, his eyes rolled down from the neckline, and turned around along the peaks and valleys that were shaped into a charming rhythm with the breathing rhythm, reaching his shoulders that could not be increased or decreased by half an inch. Finally, he saw the slender finger pressing on the magic book along the elegant jade arm.

It was not until this time that he remembered Androni's question. So he replied: "I am learning the orthodox magic casting method. I started from the first-level magic and then saw the fifth-level magic."

Androni frowned and said, "Fatty, have you been able to instantly emit fourth-level magic? Do you still need to read this kind of magic book? If it is the notes of any great magician, it is still the same."

Roger hesitated and finally said seriously: "Anne, there is no shortcut to the growth of power, and the same is true for the magic world. In the past, I was just because it was too easy to cast magic. So the foundation was not good. Without re-learning the most basic orthodox magic casting, I would not be able to truly understand the mystery of the magic world. These methods of casting were condensed by the mind and wisdom of magicians of all generations. I am the greatest genius in the history of magic, and I cannot compare with the collective wisdom of so many magicians in the previous generations. Moreover, I am not a genius. I am able to achieve today because I have opportunities that others have not encountered. If I have a small achievement because of special opportunities and achieve a little, I am a real fool. That's why I am determined to make up for these most basic things and then I can go further."

Androni looked at Roger and said, "You are quite self-aware! But you stay in this small building every day, don't go to the army headquarters at all, and ignore the military affairs of the Tide Legion. Is this okay? Are you determined to fight back to the south? Are you just watching those guys Wallace do whatever you want?"

Roger smiled and said, "Anyway, they fought well when I didn't come. I didn't interfere. Things won't go a long way. Before finding out the situation, you might as well let them do whatever they want. Anyway, the real power is in my hands, what are you afraid of? If they want to rebel, they would have rebelled long ago and wouldn't have watched Frederick commit suicide. I will wait patiently for Wallace and the others to make mistakes. Besides, with Pompey right now, I don't have to worry about fighting back to the south. If he can fight all the way to the south, that would be the best."

Androni frowned and said, "I'm not interested in listening to your struggle for power. Let's do this. I'm very kind. Now I'll help you test the results of magic learning. Please accompany me to the outside of the city and see the scenery."

Of course, Roger understood what she meant by looking at the scenery, so he smiled and said, "It's okay to go around, but if you lose this time, what are you going to lose to me?"

Androni was furious and immediately said, "If I lose again, I will......" She was about to put down her harsh words, but suddenly she felt a little faint in her heart.

The fat man smiled badly and said, "Let me deal with it?"

Androni's face was red and white, gritted her silver teeth, and frowned unconsciously, but she couldn't say anything. No matter what, she, a sacred swordsman like her, should not be afraid of Roger, let alone her hand has a magical artifact, the blue sky, and the sky. Not to mention that Roger can only use the seventh-level magic, even if he successfully released an eighth-level magic, touched the door of the great magician, and faced Androni should have more losses than the less they won when facing Androni. But Androni didn't have the courage to gamble hard with Roger once. She was not afraid of Roger's power, she was just afraid of Roger's endless and inexplicable tricks. If she lost to the fat man, she would never feel convinced and would only have endless depression.

"Stop talking nonsense, come with me!" Androni bit her lower lip, picked up the fat man from behind the table, and jumped out of the window.

Outside the city of Silde, there are still thousands of miles of wasteland. The endless red land has been silent since eternal.

Today, the wind is surprisingly less violent than usual, like a lazy shepherd boy. He occasionally waves his whip and drives a little light dust to get close to the ground to create a few whirlpools. The air is rarely clean and the vision becomes wider.

It is at dusk. The sun converges to the glory of the earth as it rules the sky during the day, and the crimson sunset replaces the warm golden light to become the main color of the sky. The wasteland is also the same heavy red, as if it has carried all the sadness of the undead in the century-old war. Wherever you see, there is no one in the sight, only the last ray of golden light that has not yet faded, lingering on the city walls, towers, red soil, and vegetation, becoming the only vivid color in this monotonous deep red world.

A figure passed by like a comet. Androni was carrying the fat man in one hand and was running on the wasteland. Her toes were slightly more than ten meters smoothly. Although she could already fly with her own strength, it would consume too much fighting spirit and could not support long-distance flights.

Judging from long-distance flight, the holy realm flight cannot be compared with the magician's flying technique. However, the instantaneous speed and agility of magical flight are not as powerful as the holy realm flight, so its power in close combat is far from comparable to the holy realm flight.

"Annie, you haven't said what you are going to lose to me yet?" The fat man enjoyed the free journey quietly, still not forgetting to ask for bets.

"Hmph! Even if I promise you now, won't I go back on my word?" Androni said, her face turned red. She really couldn't understand. Why did such a scoundrel say it out of her mouth like this?

Roger smiled and was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed. Androni also felt abnormal. She stretched out her hand and held up a light blue shield in front of her, and her flying body was instantly fixed on the spot!

A brilliant golden light shone in the sky, as if the dim red sun had reappeared its glory.

The ground in front of the two suddenly raised upwards, and then with a huge roar, earth and rocks flew, and columnar smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Androni looked solemn and pulled out the Blue Starry Sky with her backhand. Rogue was not idle either, and immediately began to busy herself with various auxiliary magic.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, a deep groove appeared on the ground in front of the two of them, nearly one meter deep. It was like the marks left by the giant sword of the god on the ground. In the air behind the sword marks, a middle-aged man with long hair shawls and a clear and majestic face stood in the air.

Although the middle-aged man was only wearing an ordinary robe, looking at the uncontrollable golden light formed by the earth light armor. The pair of white wings stretched high and stretched out from behind, and the majestic momentum that was shaped outside, Roger felt a little bitter in his mouth.

Under the white wings, Roger seemed to see the phantom of another pair of wings. He thought that his eyes were affected by the other party's overwhelming force, and it was a little brighter. But when he looked at it intently, he finally confirmed that the middle-aged man did have a pair of wings! Perhaps because he had not improved enough power for the time being, or perhaps because the middle-aged man intentionally concealed his strength, the wings did not appear, but this could not be hidden from the fat man's eyes.

The man held a giant burning sword in his hand. Roger was no stranger to the flames of burning ground attached to the sword body. It was the flames of the heavens!

The slight slight divine aura of the other party was not very powerful, but it contained the pressure, as vast as the sea!

The middle-aged man only swept over Androni, his eyes fell directly on Roger. His voice was cold: "Roger?"

Roger nodded, then asked tentatively: "You are..."

The middle-aged man said coldly: "My name is Macbeth! The dirty necromancer, surrender honestly. Do you still need me to do it?"

Androni took a deep breath, and a little blue light lit up from the blue sky, quickly bursting into the colorful starry sky, protecting her whole body. She shouted, "Who are you? Is it that easy to make us surrender?"

Macbeth's pupils had turned golden. He looked at Androni and said, "Young woman, you are very beautiful. Although I am not as obsessed with aesthetic research as MGM, I am very kind and therefore I am also unwilling to destroy the beautiful existence. I will teach you a lesson. After seeing the majesty of heaven, I hope you will not be stupid enough to anger me again."

Macbeth held the sword in both hands, raised his head toward the sky and began to pray in a low voice.

Roger stood obediently, but secretly listened to Macbeth's prayer. However, he secretly hated that Macbeth was praying in a language that he could not understand at all. He just didn't know whether the old fox Shius understood the language of the heavens. It seemed that it was necessary to learn the language of the heavens in the future.

Andro Nicole was not as relaxed as Rogue. At this moment, Macbeth's full attention was placed on her, and every word of his prayer was like a loud bell ringing, pounding heavily on her soul!

When every prayer is completed, Macbeth's power will increase by one point!

The flames on the burning giant sword were almost transparent. The space around Macbeth also distorted slightly, and the tiny sand and gravel on the ground were like orphans abandoned by gravity.

Androni shouted loudly, condensed all his strength and flew towards Macbeth like a blue meteor! But a guardian barrier formed by the flames of heaven had been set up around Macbeth. Her starry sky Douqi was vicious and vicious, and in terms of power, she was definitely among the top ones among the various attributes Douqi. However, for the pure heavenly holy flame, the power of the starry sky Douqi could not be exerted at all. As for her sacred attributes, how could it be compared with the pure heavenly flames?

Androni instantly stabbed dozens of swords, and Macbeth's heavenly holy flame guarding barrier was in turmoil under her crazy attack. But she just couldn't fall.

She gasped for a moment, and was about to send her power to the Holy Flame barrier with all her strength, Macbeth's eyes suddenly opened!

An indescribable powerful force began to gather on Macbeth. This force was so powerful that the space around Macbeth could not withstand the unrivalled gravity of the force field and became extremely unstable. The various scenery seen through the force field were stretched and flattened, like a projection of a crazy other world.

Androni's long chestnut hair floated upwards uncontrollably. She was shocked and retreated in lightning!

Macbeth slowly raised his hand and pointed at Androni from afar.

The lead clouds from unknown places in the sky gathered and surging rapidly, eventually forming a huge cloud vortex. The center of the cloud vortex changed from gray to red, and then from red to white. Then a bright and thick earth-sacred fireworks column fell from the heart of the clouds. In an instant, Androni submerged!

The giant flame sword in Macbeth's hand swung another tilted cross, and two crossed flame blades that were several meters long appeared out of nowhere. They flew out silently, instantly passing through the burning holy flame pillar, and then flew out dozens of meters before gradually disappearing. Only the two dark charred grooves left on the ground where the flame blade flew through could witness their terrifying power.

The bearish heavenly holy flame gradually faded, Androni knelt on one knee, barely supporting her body with the blue sky. Her face was pale, her lips were all lost, and a thin bloodline slowly flowed out of the corners of her mouth. The ends of her long hair were curled, and there were many burning marks on her black clothes. But it seemed that under the two powerful attacks of Macbeth, she just lost her strength and suffered a little injury, which was simply a miracle.

"Dirty Necromancer. You just cast the magical speed very quickly, and your magical choice is also very unique. By the standards of this world, your true strength is close to that of a magician." Under the protection of the Holy Flame, Macbeth's arrogant and majestic voice fell from the sky.

"But!" Macbeth stared at Roger with his cold golden eyes, and his tone suddenly became solemn: "With your ridiculous magic, you dare to interfere in my battle. Do you really want to resist me?"

The giant flame sword was raised high again, and Macbeth would not have any pity for the ugly necromancer.

But the complexity of this world was obviously far beyond his imagination, even though he was a high-level angel with powerful power.

With a plop, Roger fell to the ground, stretched his hands to Macbeth in the air, and recited with his high aria with the most sincere feelings: "Resist? How could I resist? You have asked me to surrender, and I do want to keep my own opinions on this. No, I will not surrender! I will surrender, follow, worship you, and I will become your loyal believer! Please accept my faith. In the world, I am a powerful wizard, with fiery power and numerous followers, and I will not defame your reputation in the world! Ah, look, you look down on the majesty of all sentient beings, look, you are lured by the glory of the people, look, your power that transcends all humble existences! You must be the Lord God of Heaven! Please tell me your name, this is the request of the humble believer!"

Such a strange scene caught Macbeth off guard. A necromancer actually shouted to become a high-level angel believer? But Macbeth paid more attention to other content. He replied coldly: "Hunting Necromancer, I am not the Lord God of Heaven, but just an angel who serves the Lord God."

"Impossible! I have seen an angel descending. How could an angel have such power and majesty?" The fat man said firmly: "The Lord God should not deceive a mortal!"

Macbeth said: "Nether, I am indeed not the Lord God. The angels you can see from the earth are just the lowest-level angels in the heavens."

His tone became much gentler without realizing it.

Yes. Macbeth has served in front of the throne of Master Fryan Mill, the god of Yixu, for countless years. Where can those low-level ninth-level eighth-level angels be able to compare? It seems that this necromancer is not good else. His eyesight is not bad.

Roger looked disbelief and said angrily: "Okay, I admit that I read it wrong. Are you the angel of earthly light recorded in the Holy Book..."

The fat man felt extremely sensitive. Before he finished speaking, he immediately sensed the murderous aura from the air. He immediately changed his words and said, "No! Angels are all arrogant and arrogant guys. You are so generous and kind. How could it have something to do with them?"

Macbeth's face suddenly calmed down a little. Although his face was hidden behind the bearish Holy Flame, the Holy Flame could not stop Roger's silver gaze, so Macbeth's expression changes were all taken in Roger's eyes.

"Neutenant, say everything you know about Audreh!" Macbeth said.

Roger was shocked, why is it Odrech again?

It seems that an invisible vortex has been formed next to this mysterious goddess. In a short time, two mysterious and powerful beings have asked him about Audreh. The Macbeth he met today is by no means an ordinary angel, and the second pair of wings hidden behind him can fully illustrate his identity. Thinking of the records of the four-winged angels in the Holy Book, fine beads of sweat quietly oozing out of Roger's forehead.

According to the Holy Books, the glory of the four wings belongs only to the highest angels, or to the messenger serving the Lord God.

Although Macbeth did not fully display his power, the golden light sprinkled in the sky had already made the Death and Dark attributes Dirogue extremely hard. He did not dare to use his mental power to resist, and let the golden light swallow his dark magic and the breath of the dead. He only protected the most important organs in his body with his mental power.

These golden lights are obviously different from those of the earth's sacred powers Roger had ever contacted or seen before. Whether it is the arrival angels like Karayan, the light wizards in the light church, or even the blood angel Augustus, the sacred power used by them has advantages over the aura of darkness and death, but they mainly rely on the absolute size of the power to suppress them. However, although the golden light emitted by Macbeth is weak, it contains a little strange power. Therefore, this seemingly weak sacred power is like a warm spring, flowing through the vast snow field composed of darkness and death. Wherever the spring passes, ice and snow melt and merge into the hot spring.

And the temperature of the spring water is unchanged!

Roger's power quickly eroded, and he felt relieved. A rock beside him suddenly emitted a dark green light. Then it turned into a wolfdog-sized beast! The beast's body was slender and bamboo-shaped. The lower half was supported by four slender but extremely powerful arthropods long legs, and the upper limbs were two extremely sharp sickles. It looked like this strange beast was like a huge mantis, but it had no eyes and was completely relying on its sensing of the natural goddess power in Roger's body to lock the target.

The strange beast exerted force on its four legs together, and appeared on the top of Roger's head like lightning. Two knife-shaped forelimbs penetrated hard towards Roger's back!

Roger seemed to have exhausted his power and had no response to this attack at all. Although Androni had blessed her with flame protection and was not seriously injured, her fighting spirit had been exhausted from resisting Macbeth's attack. At this time, she was powerless and could only watch the strange beast attack Roger.

Macbeth let out a "huh" sound, and the giant sword pointed at it casually, and a ball of holy flame appeared out of nothing, burning the strange beast into the air.

"Neutenant, why did you get convicted of the goddess of nature?"

"Dear Lord Macbeth, how could I be disrespectful to the Goddess of Nature in the Heavens? This magic is the conspiracy of the fallen believers of the Goddess of Nature..."

"The Goddess of Nature does not belong to heaven." Macbeth corrected.

Roger was delighted, and he immediately started honestly and honestly from the time of Alay's seizure of power. He told me in detail about how to make a grudge with Druid. In a blink of an eye, ten minutes passed, and Roger's long speech began. Macbeth was really impatient to hear it, not to mention that almost all Roger's information and experiences were found in the Church of Light. Before this trip, Macbeth had already read these things.
To be continued...