There are more than billions of planes in space, and even if the main gods of heaven want to search for a place where a God sleeps one plane at a time, it is impossible to accomplish the task. The goddess of ice and snow is sleeping in this material plane for unknown reasons. It's just that when she wakes up, she keeps releasing God's loss. As a result, Macbeth tracked down the message of divine power and found the hiding place of her body. Only then did there be a great battle on the northern ice ocean, and her godhood was finally captured. The frosty face reflected in the ice crystals slowly showed a wry smile. Where can she sleep? The war in the South is about to begin. What power is hidden in the Church of Light? Perhaps only she knows. Although the goddess of nature is hidden in the realm of nothingness, her eyes have never left this plane. Besides, there are the gods of the heavens. She can't sleep. Wind and staring at the figure in the ice crystal, hand slowly stroked the shoulder. Then over the shoulder, the fingertips slide up the skin on the back. Her slender fingers finally covered the two feared, unhealed wounds on her back. Her silver eyes narrowed slightly, five fingers suddenly exerted force, and the wolf grabbed the wound on her back! In a flash, Feng Qie's face turned white again! She raised her head suddenly, and her clenched silver teeth could no longer stop the cry of too much pain! Her cry of pain swirled in the hall, and with a loud bang, the crystal exploded! In the ice falling all over the sky,white marble mosaic, the wind trembled, pulled out the deeply inserted fingers from the wound, and then inserted them again! The whole kingdom of God kept trembling, and the palace in the sky was like a solitary lamp in a storm, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, constantly rushing left and right. The three huge chains that fixed the palace in the sky collapsed tightly,pietra gray marble, and there was no friction between the links, and even large sparks would burst out! The three-headed giant statue that formed the base also trembled and sobbed like a whine. The palace in the palace suddenly rushed to the sky, and the momentum of the moment almost pulled the whole base off the ground! After a roar, the statue of a dragon with chains in its mouth suddenly burst into flames. In the flying debris, its wings and tail have disappeared. A cry of pain echoed in a corner of the silkworm of the kingdom of God, which caused the earth to move and the sky to thunder. I do not know when, the kingdom of God is finally quiet, tight thick steel chain Du Chi down, floating in the air of the palace to re-radiate a soft light. The light inside the hall was as soft as the light outside, reflecting a hazy halo on the beautiful earth that did not belong to the world at all. With her hands wrapped around her shoulders, silver bands of light rose up all over her body, and finally congealed into a silver dress, Slate Wall Panel ,Marble Projects, which stuck her skin under the silver silk satin. A new ice crystal stood in the hall again. She rose slowly, stood between the ice crystals, and slowly closed her silver eyes. Silence returned to the kingdom of God as if nothing had happened. With a whoosh, Rogge sat up suddenly, sweating profusely and gasping for breath. What happened to you. Isn't it a nightmare to go? The sleepy-eyed Flora poked her head out of the brocade quilt and asked in a daze. Rogge looked out of the window. It was dark and silent. It looked like it was a long time before dawn. He wanted to get out of bed. As a result, her hand was grabbed by Flora. The goblin was so sleepy that she didn't open her eyes at all. "It's still early," he said! Fatso. Sleep with me for a while. You have to preside over a big ceremony today. How can you not have a good rest? Rogue patted her on the head, and the goblin murmured something, then retreated into a deep sleep. Rogge quietly walked out of the room, through the hall, and came to the room. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not eliminate the fluctuation of his thoughts and enter the deep spiritual world. The shrill cry echoed in his heart all the time. Always go away without reading. He only felt that his heart was beating in a panic, and the voice in his dream was too familiar, but he did not know how to hear the sound of screaming. Rogge doesn't need sleep anymore. Even less likely to dream. But it happened that two strange dreams made him always unable to find the answer. The first dream seemed to be the same as what Weena had said, about something else hidden in the depths of his memory. Only after Weena took out his memory that time, she never explained to him what was hidden in his memory. And this time, what does this dream portend? Why is the sound of screaming so strange. But it feels so familiar? Since reading the Book of Helo, Rogue's understanding of the world, the planes, and the gods has improved by leaps and bounds. The fat man seems to be at ease every day, but in fact everything he sees has a different meaning. Every moment, he is desperately absorbing the knowledge hidden behind the surface, and exploring the essential reasons for all changes. In fact, whether the leaves fall and the wind blows, or the sun sinks and the moon rises, it brings him a new understanding. A dream like tonight, with no warning and no explanation at all, is a very rare thing for fat people nowadays. In particular, this dream touched his heart, which had already become extremely cold. Since he was too restless to meditate, Rogge simply went to his study and picked up the Canon of the Church of Light. Read it carefully. Rogge could almost memorize this thick canon. When he had finished the chapter on the day of judgment, the faint light of the morning stilled through the window and fell on the desk before him. The Sofitel Palace, which combines art and luxury, has awakened. More than a dozen maids with outstanding faces and figures came to Rogge's study with all kinds of clothes. The Pope's energy is already public and private, and they know that at this time, Rogge usually deals with the church affairs in his study. A huge crystal mirror inlaid with silver was carried in, and under the service of these well-trained maids, Rogge put on the high crown of the goddess's divine power,Silver Travertine Slabs, put on his divine robe, and took over Feuerbach's personal power from the kneeling maids beside him. Rogge in the crystal mirror is solemn and dignified at the moment. He smiled kindly, but his eyes were cold and without any warmth. forustone.com
