Chapter 8 Judgment (I)

The twelve statues of Purgatory Angels correspond to the twelve main gods in the heavenly realm. When the twelve statues of angels gather together, the gate of the heavenly realm stands on the clouds of this plane.

This is what the Pope said to Rogue.

Roger stood high above the clouds, staring at the faint ripples of space that had not yet dissipated in front of him, and felt a sense of unwavering sadness in his heart. Just now, he sent Vina, who had fallen into the deepest sleep, into the space turbulence, just as he did to Feng Yue.

They are also born from the origin of God, and they almost lost themselves in this plane. From the initial desperate battle to the later joining hands to the enemy, they both sacrificed themselves to fight against the enemy for the other side, and they also fought openly and secretly in all aspects at all times.

But all the past has been transformed with the weather. I wonder if there will be a moment when they pass by in the endless stream after billions of years.

Sunset and the moon rises.

I don't know how long he had been standing in the air, Roger finally sighed and turned slowly. He had white frost condensed on the corners of his temples.

It’s not that he has nothing to do now, but that he has too many things to do. Now only one statue of Purgatory Angel will be gathered together, although it’s only a matter of time before the gathering of statues is too late. And now there are eleven statues standing in the hall, and the power of the gods of the heavenly realm is endless. If they continue to pay attention to this plane, perhaps the twelve Purgatory Angel statues will not be needed to establish the gate of the heaven.

But no matter what, it is always good that the Purgatory Angels are ready one day later.

Roger's eyes glanced across the earth. He knew that the Pope's power was in danger at this moment, and the new Purgatory Angel statue could be refined at any time. Although the fat man's luck seemed to be good, he never believed in luck.

Instead of believing that the Church of Light will still be under the control of the Pope and that a new statue will not appear, it is better to completely eliminate the possibility of the new statue being refined. Rogue now knows that only one aspect of the power reaches its peak can become the original image of the Purgatory Angel.

The fat man thought about the entire continent, and there were very few who were qualified to be the Purgatory Angel. There were still a few powerful beings on the continent that could barely be used, but many of them had fallen under the butcher knife of the Church of Light. Roger suddenly remembered that maybe the Pope had arranged this task for him to have this thought. However, no matter whether the old man in a high position was full of divine power or when he was not separated from the ordinary old man, what appeared in Roger was dark, darkness that did not reveal any information.

Roger stopped thinking about this question, he knew there was no answer.

He glanced at the earth under his feet again, trying to find the breath of powerful existence, but gained nothing. Now Rogue knew that he could exist as the original statue of the Purgatory Angel, in addition to himself, there was also a Bavarian grand duke. As for Xiao Fengyue and Nefi, they were not perfect enough. The most important thing was that there were too few auras on them that belonged to this plane, so they were not suitable for the original statue of the Purgatory Angel.

However, since the farewell that day, the Grand Duke of Bavaria lost trace as if suddenly evaporated, which made Rogge unable to sense his breath at all. Rogge had some hidden worries in his heart, and he didn't know if the Grand Duke was secretly making some conspiracy. However, he thought again, he would have to fight with the heaven sooner or later, so what would it matter if it was later?

With this in mind, Roger threw the matter aside and turned around and flew into the distance.

The sound of Ding Ding Dangdang came from time to time on the top of the temple.

Xiao Fengyue held her jaw with both hands and looked at Rogue who was busy with concentration.

Roger was sweating profusely, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, and was hitting a tomahawk with a strong magical aura. Just from the colorful magical brilliance of the tomahawk, you can tell that it is extraordinary and may even be close to a magical weapon. However, the sledgehammer in Roger's hand looked even more of a top-grade among the artifacts, and it beat the tomahawk into a steel bar in just a few strokes.

The unlucky one was not just a battle axe. At this moment, there were a pile of various weapons and magic props at Roger's feet. The magical brilliance shone brightly into the spacious room as bright as day. These equipment were collected by the Church of Light for hundreds of years. Any of them flowed out was enough to cause a sensation. But at this moment they were scattered around the ground like the cheapest weapons and armor, waiting to fall into Roger's fat claws, who seemed to have no idea what they were worth.

The sound of the tingling Dingdang is crisp and soft, and looks very pleasant, and there will be sounds from time to time. The beauty of the sound can fully demonstrate the value of these equipment.

The precious and powerful magic equipment became long strips in Roger's hands. They were of different lengths and uneven thicknesses, and the ugly they were. Not only did their shapes change, but their magic attributes also completely changed. No matter what the original material of these equipment was, they would become as soft as bread under the hands of the fat man, and they would be knocked into shape after a while. As more and more long strips were placed on the ground, there would be fluctuations in magic co-operation between them from time to time.

During this process, the fat man seemed to have a lot of effort. Every time he hit a few pieces, he had to stop and breathe for a while. After a while, he was already sweating profusely.

When Fengyue saw him, her cherry lips opened slightly, and a wisp of wind that seemed to be there and not yet appeared. The wind had a slight coolness, flying around Roger, and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

The fat man smiled at Xiao Fengyue, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his expression immediately stiffened, and a layer of blue gray quickly climbed onto his face. Then, his whole body was covered with a layer of frost.

Feng Yue let out a light whistle, her eyes immediately turned elsewhere. She was too strong and used to destruction. It was the first time she had ever experienced in her life. As a result, she accidentally turned the soft wind into a strong wind, and her lethality was extremely strong. Even the fat man was frozen and could not move for the time being. If she had replaced an ordinary strong man, she would have to be seriously injured even if she didn't die.

The fat man was so amused that he was trembling all over his body, shaking the frost on his body, and waving the hammer to continue working. He grabbed it casually, and another long sword was added in his hand.

The long sword is dark blue all over, like the deepest and quiet night sky. There will always be a few spots of fatal and beautiful star chips on the blade.

The fat man silently raised the blue starry sky in front of him and stared at the blue sword sharp edge full of memory and temptation. The jumping starlight reflected his face light and dark, just like an ups and downs in his heart.

The beauty who once held the sword quietly emerged in his heart. She was handsome and gentle, cruel and ruthless, but she still had naive kindness in her heart. She tried to gain a place with her own strength in the world of power and strategy that belonged only to men, but she was proud, conceited and simple, and was doomed to fail. She dared to love and hate, and did not care about what she wanted. How could she explain and tell the relationship with Fengyue, Fuluya and him clearly?

This sword remains, and this man has left.

Roger sighed inwardly, and his hand raised and the hammer fell. In a blink of an eye, this magical artifact, which is famous for its beauty and power, no longer exists. Since the person is no longer there, what is the use of a sword?

Feng Yue sat quietly opposite him. She didn't know the fluctuations in Roger's heart at this moment.

"Where is Nefi?" Roger asked while busy.

"She said that she could help you with something else, and the war that was destined to die would be spared. So she found a place to hide it herself." Feng Yue said.

The fat man was slightly surprised, thought for a while, and smiled and said, "What a smart child." After that, he started to work hard again.

After a while, the fat man had turned all his weapons and equipment into thin sticks of varying lengths. After the last one was built, these extremely rough and ugly thin sticks suddenly burst into a misty magic light, making a slight roar. Waves of magic waves kept echoing in them and repeatedly increased. Later, every wave of magic light and shadow would cause the entire room to shake.

Feng Yue's face showed a solemn look. These magic waves were in tune with each other, and the combination of so many magical powers made her instinctively feel a little afraid.

The fat man kept making an iron cage with these made thin sticks in a blink of an eye.

The cage is not big. After all, although the Light Church has rich collections, there are not many of these equipments per pound, so the cage is not big at all.

After Roger hit the last hammer, he laughed and looked at his work with great satisfaction. But he waited for a long time expectantly, but he didn't wait for Xiao Fengyue's praise, after all, she hardly spoke.

The fat man couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, so he simply brags: "Look at this cage! Combining all the power in the world into one, circulating with each other, without leaking water! If I didn't blow, once the cage door was closed, the inside and outside would be completely two planes. Not only could it block any attack from both sides of the inside and outside, but the time in the cage was almost static! What kind of magical artifact can do this? Hehe, I can only rely on this cage alone to be famous throughout the ages. If I were sold on the Hammer of the God of War, what price would it be? Well, I have to exchange it for a big empire! But it looks a bit rough... no, this is called rough!"

The fat man walked around the cage for a few times, bragging for a long time, suddenly remembering that he had not left a name on such a great work, and immediately picked up a small chisel and engraved his name crookedly. The fat man's calligraphy is never worthy of compliment. Even if he had read the Book of Hilo and learned many secrets of the plane, it would not help him improve his calligraphy.

But as soon as his name went up, all the magic aura disappeared without a trace.

"Come on, come and see if you can find out what's unique about this cage." Roger said to Xiao Fengyue proudly.

The wind and moon slowly stood up, floated to the cage, and looked carefully for a long time. Apart from the things that Roger had just blew, she really couldn't find any other unique things. She opened the cage door and looked inward. Her silver eyes had clearly seen that inside and outside the cage were two completely different worlds. Perhaps because the cage door was opened, the flow of time inside and outside was almost completely synchronized, but it could still be seen that the world inside the cage was a little slower. However, this fat man said just now.

Xiao Fengyue turned around and looked at Roger with some confusion.

At this moment, she had grown up completely. In addition to her expression, her figure and appearance were exactly the same as Feng Yue. After all, this was Feng Yue's original body. After she grew up, she became more and more cold and quiet, and her expression gradually became consistent with Feng Yue.

Roger sighed in his heart, but smiled maliciously on his face: "Don't you think the size of this cage is right for you?"

Xiao Fengyue was shocked. Before she could react, she slapped Roger hard on her butt. She instinctively exclaimed, her figure flashed, and she moved forward one meter in an instant.

Bang!

The cage door was closed heavily.

Xiao Fengyue was truly shocked. She tried to rush out of the cage, but the world inside the cage was self-organized, and various forces complemented each other and had no flaws. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break the invisible barrier and touched the steel bars of the cage.

After several efforts, she could only look at Roger and ask why she was locked up here. However, Roger's movements became faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a changing light and shadow and color block. Not only Roger, but all the scenes outside the cage were like this. All the sounds turned into monotonous and meaningless screams.

She knew that this was not because Rogue had become faster, but because time flows in the cage became slower and slower. Only when Xiao Fengyue quickly increased her strength could she barely keep up with the rhythm of the world outside the cage.

The fat man stood outside the cage, looking at Xiao Fengyue who was standing still in the cage, sighed and said, "Even if the plane is destroyed, this cage will not be broken. Although you can't hear my voice now,... this is not your war, stay here well."

He finally looked at Xiao Fengyue who was still, shook his head, and said nothing. He just patted the cage gently and turned around to the outsider.

quiet.

Sudden silence!

In the absolute silence, the whole room lit up quietly.

Roger stood there, his face as cold as frost, staring at the strong holy light that penetrated out the window. The holy light contained endless pressure, which was the majesty that belonged only to the heaven!

His body suddenly trembled, and his blue wings stretched unstoppably, stretching to the maximum, in line with Shenghui and Majesty.

In the tide of holy rays, Roger stood like a mountain. He suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed his blue wings. Then, he shouted at the top of his lungs, with anger and unyielding, beast-like roar!

Roger shook, step by step, walked out of the hall with difficulty.

Behind him, the pair of blue wings that once represented nobility and arrogant were lying on the floor, still twitching slightly.

However, Roger did not notice that Feng Yue, who should have stood still, had turned his head and stared at his departure back.
Chapter completed!