Chapter 8 of the Twelve Movements of Dusk

Roger rode his horse forward without any haste, and his eyes were leisurely and contented, as if he had not noticed such a mysterious knight around him.

"Yes, you've made progress again." The Knight praised.

His mental fluctuations were erratic, irresistible, and even if Gregory was present, he could not intercept it.

Roger was completely different on the surface, but the mental fluctuations in communication with the knights also began to become more and more frequent. He was obviously trying to imitate the knights, but there was obviously a considerable gap compared to the knights' realm.

"Dear Lord Macbeth, your appearance has changed a lot! It seems that your strength is even more than my ability to understand. What happened? Have you defeated Odrech?"

Macbeth smiled helplessly and said, "Battle? You see it too. I don't even have the courage to start a war with her. But..."

He paused for a moment, and then said bitterly and proudly: "...As the ending now, it can be said to be my failure or my victory!"

Roger's mental power suddenly increased, and then slowly fell down. As he rose and fell, he had seen through the true meaning behind Macbeth's leaping light of light golden flames.

In an instant, he understood many things and said happily: "Congratulations to Lord Macbeth! You already know how to use the power of faith. However, although this power feels very powerful, what kind of effect does it have?"

Macbeth was silent for a long time before sighing: "Faith is the glory of God. The power of faith should only belong to the realm of God. If you have enough power of faith... then mortals may also create divine nature from nothingness and become a new god!"

Roger was shocked, then he was delighted again, and said carefully: "Mr. Macbeth, please ask me boldly. Do you do this...it will not be allowed by heaven, right?"

Macbeth's smile was even more bitter, but there was also pride that could not be concealed: "Yes, I'm already depraved."

Macbeth sighed and continued, "Odrecht is truly the perfect light angel. She knows how to use the weaknesses of the enemy. She... She actually uses the power of faith to yin* me! Become the god..."

"Then I will save you..." Roger continued to tempt.

Macbeth snorted and said, "You most hypocritical treacherous, redemption? Only the burning purgatory forever is the place for you!"

Roger smiled and said, "If Lord Macbeth is still in heaven, of course I want to be redeemed. But now that you have become a fallen angel, I am willing to live forever in the fire of purgatory."

The golden light that made up Macbeth's body beat slightly, and he was both surprised and moved.

Roger asked, "Mr. Macbeth, you come to me, I guess there is something else?"

Macbeth nodded and said, "After you clearing up the matter here, go back to the north as soon as possible. The struggle for hegemony in secular land rights is a passing cloud. Only by spreading faith and increasing the number of believers is the real thing. Because of religious wars, the number of believers of the Eye of Wisdom has developed very slowly recently. If you think about Odaireh, you should first solve the people in the north that hinder the development of the Eye of Wisdom."

Roger asked, "Sir, are you...you also draw strength from the believers of the Eye of Wisdom?"

Macbeth shook his head and said, "I only need a little power of faith and understand what it is. I can explore the things that come next. Audrech's power is unmatched, and the art of using power is close to the peak. But if I understand the realm of the divine realm, I may not be much inferior to her. I don't need to ask for the power of faith of the Eye of Wisdom, let alone, it is too few."

Roger suddenly remembered that he had not been able to draw much of the heavens from Macbeth's mouth, so he said, "Mr. Macbeth, now that you have become a fallen angel, can you explain to me in detail the heavens, especially the light of judgment?"

Macbeth sighed and said, "The heaven is too vast, so vast that it is just to imagine it. It has completely surpassed the extent that your fragile soul can accommodate! And the angels, except for the angels who live forever by the upper third level, all other ranks only know a little knowledge about their duties. But that little knowledge will be eliminated when leaving the heaven and descending to other planes. Only when we return to heaven can we regain our memories. So I can't tell you anything about the light of judgment."

"Sir, you said that there is another angel MGM coming at the same time. So what are your responsibilities in the heavens?"

“Our only duty is to praise God.”

Roger was still stunned, Macbeth had turned and left.

As his golden figure gradually dissipated, Macbeth suddenly turned around and said, "Although I don't understand the feelings and homage to this world, I think you should find a way to go to the floating city once."

The morning sun has not risen from the horizon, and the twilight has not completely receded. The rays of light have flowed, and the refreshing rouge red is stained on the deep blue sky.

Roger looked at the sky from afar and thought about Macbeth's words without end. He suddenly wanted to return to Tiffany. At this moment, the floating city was still stuck in the sky. This eagerness was unreasonable, but it was purely a kind of intuition from the heart.

Roger took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and Mei immediately rushed forward. He pointed forward and waved his strength, shouting: "Transfer, speed up."

Under Rogue's urging, thousands of light riders accelerated their pace and arrived at Crawford at noon.

Crawford is surrounded by a mountain, and on the right is a vast forest. It is so small that it cannot be called a town. At most it is a large village. It has not been built yet. From the road leading to Crawford, it can be seen that it is a new pad of soil, and piles of logs and stones are piled up on both sides of the road.

Crawford is located at the intersection of three main roads, and its location is very important. However, perhaps because the Hailars do not want to stimulate the Aslofik Empire too much, Crawford was built according to the scale and configuration of the Shang Town. Originally, in this place where the Warcraft and the Thieves were on the rise, the city should be built according to the planning of the military fortress.

Nearly a thousand craftsmen and coolies were busy in Crawford, as well as hundreds of Hylar mercenaries. When they saw the Imperial Cavalry coming from the other end of the road like a tide, their faces turned pale.

Crawford suddenly became a mess.

The mercenaries quickly grabbed their weapons, searched for their partners in a hurry, and rushed to the only small central square that Crawford had completely built. They formed a defensive formation in groups of three or five. The craftsmen stopped and fled into the woods behind them with sharp eyes and legs. Those who could not escape retreated to the unfinished building, leaned against the wall, and squatted down with their hands in their arms.

The clearly-standed imperial cavalry unfolded their formation in an orderly manner and slowly advanced. They are worthy of being the most elite tidal light cavalry. After the long-distance raid, the soldiers not only did not feel tired at all, but their faces, which were mixed with sweat and dust, showed a wild hideous appearance, as if they had regarded the Hailar people in front of them as a sumptuous and delicious lunch.

The encirclement of the Imperial Cavalry has been established. The archers of the Hailar mercenary have been erected, but they dare not attack first even if the arrows have been lifted. They just looked at the two battle flags fluttering in the wind with fear. The bloody two flags roaring in the cold wind!

The Imperial Cavalry remained silent from beginning to end. A depressing atmosphere enveloped the audience, like an invisible hand that wanted to crush this emerging town into powder.

Finally, a middle-aged man dressed as a Hailar mercenary leader stood up, "Asrofik Empire..."

As soon as Roger reached out, the flag bearer behind him immediately handed a blood-colored battle flag decorated with Roger's emblem to him.

The fat man exhaled and shouted loudly. The blood-colored battle flag flew towards the man with ten thousand pounds of wind and thunder. He screamed slashed through the sky, and the flagpole passed through his chest, and his castration was not diminished. He led the man's body deep into the bluestone paved on the square! Blood quickly formed a shallow depression on the ground.

"From now on, this will be the territory of the Aslofik Empire!" Roger shouted in a deep voice. Although the shouting was not high, it rumbling throughout Crawford.

Roger slowly turned his horse's head and galloped towards Tiffany.

Thousands of iron cavalry rushed like clouds, retreated like tides, and walked cleanly in a blink of an eye. In a moment, the back of the last cavalry disappeared at the end of the road.

The Hailars looked at the bloody battle flag waving in the wind, and their faces were as if dead.

Roger became more and more anxious and led thousands of light cavalry to run for a day and a night. Later, even the elite cavalry of the Tide Legion could not support it.

Roger simply threw away the team and ran towards Tiffany.

The war horse was already exhausted on the road. The fat man faced the cold wind like a knife, and the heavy snow all over the sky, and ran thousands of miles towards the Oracle City that day. However, the last time he ran naked. This time he was finally able to save his clothes.

But his mood was different when he ran around twice.

As he ran to the city of Oracle, he thought of the little goblin who charmed all living beings, and his heart was full of joy. This time, every moment of time passed, his heart became heavier. Roger could not call on Fengyue, nor could he find Macbeth. He only knew that the city of floating was still stuck in Tiffany's sky.

Has something happened?

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the Fengyue in the world of death. If he hadn't woken up that time, the Fengyue might have turned into a part of the gray sky forever.

Roger didn't know why he linked these two things together for no reason. He was frightened for no reason.

But he was not running alone. From beginning to end, Mei gritted her teeth and followed him closely. During the two days and two nights of running, she did not fall behind. However, her face was gradually pale, and her lips had turned into a dead gray.

Roger, who was just looking at Tiffany's direction, didn't notice these things, and Mei didn't say anything, just followed Roger.

At first, Roger asked her to stay and follow the army back to Tiffany. But Mei refused to say anything. She just said that as Roger's adjutant, she should follow him all the time.

After crossing a mountain, Mei finally fell silently.

Roger suddenly stopped and turned around to help Mei up. Her face turned out to be lifeless grayish white. Her body was astonishingly hot, and it seemed that she was very sick. Roger didn't move, just looked at Mei quietly.

Mei Di's body became hotter and hotter, and her breath gradually became weaker, and her life was quickly leaving her.

Roger finally sighed, picked up Mei, and looked around for a while. Soon he found a cave to shelter her from the wind and placed her inside. A bunch of bellow bonfires were created.

Roger placed the unconscious Mei by the fire and began to close his eyes and concentrate. It took him a long time to open his eyes. With a slight spell, the light of the healing technique was already lit up on Mei's body. However, the healing technique was effective in healing, and the treatment was not very good. Moreover, Roger casts the healing technique with the sacred power he temporarily converted, and the effect would be reduced.

However, after several consecutive treatments, Mei still woke up.

"Mei, if you can't hold on, you will tell me, why do you stand firm and stand firm without a sound?" This was the first time Roger spoke to Mei with a happy look.

Mei struggled to sit up, but then she felt a dizzy turn and fell down again. Roger's fingertips flicked and sent several magics of flame fingers into the bonfire, making the fire burn more vigorously. It was not until this time that he remembered that he could not eat or drink for a long time. It seemed that it would be difficult for other people to do this. At least Mei hadn't eaten for two days.

Roger flew out of the hole, and in a blink of an eye, he took a deer back and directly put it on the fire to roast it. Roger thought it was slow to roast it, so he bounced his fingers and the deer's body suddenly swelled and shrank. It turned out that another extremely tiny fireball exploded in the deer's body.

Seeing Roger's busyness and a puff, Mei finally couldn't help laughing. She was usually as cold as an iceberg, but suddenly smiled. Under the cover of the bonfire, she was so beautiful that she couldn't stop. In addition, she woke up after the illness, her hair was loose and her clothes were slightly messy, and she had a unique sense of pity.

"Mei, you look so good when you smile!" Roger said with a smile. He was still fighting the roasted deer.

Mei's face turned slightly red, and then maybe she couldn't control her emotions during the illness. Two lines of clear tears suddenly burst out from her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked with a frown. There was a little more concern in his tone.

Mei bit her lower lip and shook her head hard. Then she wiped away the tears. But the more she wiped, the more tears she had.

"Mr. Wrath of the Sky...is he already dead?" Mei finally said softly.

Roger looked at the beating bonfire in silence, and then said lightly: "Yes, I killed him with my own hands."

Mei covered her mouth with one hand, tears flowed out like a spring, and she whimpered, "I...I was raised by the Lord Wrath of the Sky. I think...you have already noticed it."

Roger sighed and said, "Mei, why do you want to take revenge?"

"I want to avenge Lord Sky Wrath! But... I can't do it!"

Roger was a little surprised and looked up at Mei.

Mei Youyou sighed quietly and said, "Because of our understanding of nature, our Druids are also very proficient in using poisons. But I can't use them... on you."

There were two short blades ten centimeters long in her palm, and a strange blue light flashed on the blade, which was obviously poisonous. The rose-skinned fingers flicked, and the short blade drew two blue tracks, falling into the bonfire, and two beautiful blue smoke emerged.

Mei barely supported her body and leaned towards Roger, with tears flashing in her beautiful eyes. She suddenly threw herself into Roger's arms and said softly: "Sir Roger, hug me..."

Roger was surprised. It was the first time he saw the other side of this cold, rigorous and ruthless Mei.

Roger patted Mei's back, helped her up, and smiled and said, "Mei, when people are sick, they will always be particularly fragile. When you get sick, everything will be better. Obediently, go to bed honestly now. When you wake up, your health will be better. I should also meditate now."

Mei raised her head, looked at Roger, and gritted her teeth and said, "Sir Roger...you...you should know why I can't attack you, right?"

Roger smiled and said, "Mei, I think I know. But, let's talk about everything when you get better, okay?"

Mei whispered, "But there are so many beautiful women around you, so where is my place? I don't want to ask for anything else, just..." She gritted her teeth and finally squeezed out what she wanted to say: "Just once!"

Roger suddenly felt something strange. After a moment of thinking, he realized that there was only sadness in Mei's eyes. There was no love at all. He sneered slightly. Mei's physical condition was scanned by his mental power. Her fighting spirit had been exhausted, and she was in a serious illness, and had not eaten anything. Even those powerful people in the Holy Realm would not have thought of calculating Roger in this state.

Unless Rose uses poison. However, Roger's body's resistance to poison is comparable to that of a giant dragon. Except for the dragon poison in Furoya's hand, other poisons are not much different from mosquito bites in the eyes of fat people.
To be continued...