Light and Darkness, Pitt Michael [classic english novels .TXT] 📗

appointment alone, the Principality is well-informed to these scums, and it is indeed a rare thing in the officialdom. It seems that Ophio Rock has put a lot of effort behind him.

　　The Third Cavalry of the Principality of Bavaria is actually a reserve corps. The main force is a regular knight squadron. The other three independent squadrons are all composed of powerful mercenary corps, all of which are around a thousand people. In every battle, the tasks of the Third Knights are often either ending or cannon fodder. Of course, this cannot be made public. This time the independent brigade gave Rogge a quota of 500 people, which is a rare honor for the dragon and beauty mercenaries who currently have fewer than 100 people. You must know that every soldier in the quota will give 30 gold coins. The installation cost, as well as the ten gold coins annually, are enough to equip a knight. Of course, because Roger and others have the financial resources of the hammer of the god of war, the dragons and the beautiful mercenaries are well equipped, and they are chasing the elite brigades of the First Knights of the Principality and the Lion Heart Knights.

　　'S bishop at first shocked a few nobles, only to find out that it was the Cardinal Burke who came to enclose the crowd. The reason is that several scums have made outstanding contributions to spreading the glory of God. Several scums have known that spreading glory Yunyun is pure nonsense, unless the glory of death is spread. It seems that Lao Lao has contributed a great deal to the statue of Purgatory Angel.

　　 The bishop's name is Gennad Hart. Forty-five of this year, he looks kind and blessed, and has a sacred atmosphere. It is said that he is one of the confidants of Archbishop Burke. In his early years, Gnard Hart was a well-known holy knight, armed with a counterfeit excalibur-Doomsday Judgment (the mainland does not say that hundreds of knights claim that they are in the hands of a true Doomsday Judgment). Later, in a battle to hunt down the necromancer Rodriguez, he escaped from death, and then he resolutely abandoned Wu Congwen and began to spread the glory of the Lord.

　　 Bishop saw the ruined sight of Sellersburg, he was not happy in his heart, but there was nothing on his face, but he sat in the hall of the Lord's Palace and chatted with the Rogers. Roger and others are so smart, they have already seen that unhappy. The fat man immediately approached, taking advantage of the messenger to go out to the toilet, and presented a delicate gold box. Gnard Hart saw the value of the box, and immediately smiled. Waiting to open, took a breath of breath on the spot. Inside the box is a tulip made of pure gold. The petals are thin and almost transparent, and the small amount of fire element enclosed in it dyes it with a bright red color. Above the tulip is a small cluster of condensed water elements, and the water is swirling around, so that there are always a few drops of dew on the petals.

　　Gennad Hart came back to God after a while. As a bishop, although he loves money, he always has to pretend to be holy when he is suffering. It is not easy to reach out and ask for money. He is rare to see such fine products. The bishop immediately buckled the box and carefully put it in his arms. These scums immediately became the most devout believers of God in his eyes.

　　 A moment later, the messenger also came back, satisfied, and had a great time talking with Franco behind him. At this point, the host and the host are happy and happy.

After the hall of the lord's palace was properly arranged, Gennad Hart began to honor several nobles. Kate received a medal of the holy angel symbolizing the holy knight, while Roger and others received a cross medal that symbolized the most devout and honest. It was just that the bishop was going to award the bronze medal. This time, he skipped the silver and gold grade two and became the holy silver medal. Each time the bishop awards a medal, he always brings one set at each level, which depends on the situation. Look at the young and capable people of these people. After returning to Lille, take them to Burke to do some work. With their credit, this holy silver medal is not a trivial matter?

　　 followed by the blessing of sprinkling holy water. This holy water is not a mere mortal. It touches everyone's head and is refreshing and refreshed. Only Rogge was different. Every time the holy water was drowned, it was like being burned by fire. It only hurt his teeth and grined, and the tears rolled down. The fat man had greeted all the female parts of the ancestor and survivor of the holy water inventor. The bishop saw tears in tears when he saw Roger being baptized. He has a lot of insights, and his eyes are like electricity. He has seen countless people who have spoken right and wrong for many years. How many people can be so pious? So he sighed in his heart and gave more water to Roger's holy water.

presence

 

It has been a long time since Rogge had dreamed. With his superb mental power, the tenacity of the Necromancer is impossible.
But at this moment, Roger was in a trance, not knowing where he was, surrounded by gray mist. He tried to reach out and waved, the mist was like a substance, leaving a layer of greasy ice on his hands. Stucco. The surrounding light is depressed and dim, and you can only see things within ten meters. Not far away, a dead tree stood alone, and all the branches were twisted strangely and strangely.

　　 There is no breath of life here.

　　Roger did not reject the breath of death, but such a pure and strong death gas made him feel very uncomfortable. This is where? Rogge shouted loudly, but could not hear a sound.

　　 "This is the world of death, the paradise of the undead, and the ultimate purgatory of all souls!" A cold, evil, and sharp voice broke through Rogge's spiritual barrier and sounded in his mind. "Who are you?!" Roger yelled, but there was no more news in that voice.

　　Roger wanted to call, but there was no sound. Want to run, but can't move. All that remains is fear, despair and collapse.

　　 A strong suction from far away sucked Roger up, quickly broke through the mist, and broke away.

　　 Roger looked at the weird forest, the gray-black river, and the bare hills quickly passing under his feet. He almost jumped out of his throat when he first experienced flying. But he still can't move, all he can do is to support his body with mental strength, to prevent the anger from leaking. This bizarre world will constantly absorb the spirit of life.

　　 The sky is also gray. The cloud is like lead, the wind is like a knife. Depressed people want to go crazy.

　　 Seen through the clouds, it was an endless gray. There was a little light in the gray, but I didn't know where it came from.

　　 A huge bone bird flew in the air and really came to Rogge. Rogge's heartstrings crumbled, but he was helpless. His face was distorted, and his eyes were all protruding.

　　 With a clatter, the bone bird passed through Rog's body, as if the fat man was a ghost.

　　The fat man drew an arc, falling from the sky, and went straight to a small mountain.

　　 There are countless bones scattered all over the hill, but there is a skeleton standing proudly, and the dark black sickle occasionally flashed a cold light, it is Fengyue.

　　Roger rushed straight down, Fengyue turned his head, as if watching Roger. The fat man's brain roared, only to feel the sky spinning around, to stay awake, but found that he had become one with Fengyue, but still could not move, only the strong mental power was sucked away like a tide.

　　 A gust of wind blew up from Fengyue standing, all the bones within a few tens of meters were swept up and flew around. The flames in Fengyue's eye sockets changed from pale to dark red, a touch of black from head to top, quickly stained. A white skull has been dyed deep black in the blink of an eye, and the original scar on the skeleton disappeared after the black stain.

　　 Fengyue raised his head and whispered silently. The bone wings that had been weak and drooping in the back were blooming like spring flowers, and gradually opened and raised.

　　 The black hand was dyed with a sickle along Fengyue's hand, and the dyed handle began to creep like a living creature, like an old vine growing frantically along the handle. Several sharp metal thorns protruded from the large sickle blade. After the blade itself squirmed, there were more twists and turns, and small lightning flashed across the blade continuously.

　　 An invisible enchantment force field stretched from Fengyue's body, extending to about ten meters. The creatures in this enchantment will be constantly subjected to the spiritual shock of various negative emotions. Of course this enchantment is useless in this paradise of the dead.

　　 For a long time, Fengyue raised his head and looked over the mountain. Rogge, whose spiritual power was almost absorbed, also clearly felt an ancient, evil, cold, and arrogant existence there.

　　 Excitement, fear, and anticipation of waves of waves from Feng Yue's mind hit Roger's nerves. He didn't know how to understand the facts in front of him. Before, he could only give Fengyue various orders with consciousness, but he could not feel any existence of Fengyue. But now Roger can feel Feng Yue's strong mood swings, but without any clear consciousness.

　　 Fengyue suddenly jumped high from the top of the hill, gliding through the air like a wind and waves for more than ten meters before falling, and submerged into the gray mist.

　　 Roger exhausted his eyes and could only see five meters. Fengyue moved very quickly, rushing towards the mountains. Along the way, the wind and the moon went up and down, and occasionally a sudden dead tree flashed on one side, only to scare Roger into cold sweat.

　　Roger finally settled down. Since his eyes couldn't see clearly, he simply began to search around with his mental strength. The fat man's consciousness gradually sank, just as he sank into a tranquil lake. In my eyes, it is still five meters away, but beyond the field of view, the outlines of some objects gradually emerge from blur to clear. Roger rejoiced in his heart, and his spirits dispersed, and he could only see the range of five meters at once. The fat man hurriedly took his mind, and the objects outside the horizon appeared again. Slowly, Rogge became more and more familiar with this mood of joy and sorrow. Waves of spiritual power spread like life, and the sensed objects also grew from large to small, from near to far.

　　 Suddenly Roger’s