quicksilver blood

Chapter 102 Baptism Chant
On the wall facing Roland, the torso of a young man dressed as a wizard was embedded in the wall, his hands and feet stretched out and struggling, his throat was also buried by the wall, and only his mouth and nose were exposed to the air.

At about the position of the heart, a cracked and old Karal Zhanjian was inserted horizontally into the wall.As his hands and feet struggled weakly, streams of blood spurted out from the gap in the blade like a spring.

Directly above Roland, there are some wizards stuck upside down in the wall.

They were hanging upside down, their heads congested with blood, and the whites of their eyes turned completely blood red.And their torsos were tightly stuck to the ceiling, slowly falling due to gravity, exposing the bloody muscles that had been peeled off.

On the walls on both sides, there are some witches whose limbs have been chopped off.

Their bodies were hanging upside down from the ceiling, swinging randomly like a pendulum, panting heavily, and making sharp, miserable, or crazy laughter and cries.

Their slender and graceful limbs seem to grow out of the gaps in the wall, scratching aimlessly in the air, tearing off a few pieces of flesh from their companions from time to time, and then feeding them into the gaps.

The heads on the ceiling howled terribly, saliva like dirty blood dripped from the sky, and the snowy, slender limbs on the walls seemed to feel the breath of strangers, and the frequency of their dancing became several times faster.

Crying, laughing, howling, and groaning mixed together.Just rounding a corner, this place has already become a terrifying alien world.

These are the dead.Bantha wizards who were tortured to death by crazy fools.

In the last battle, the druids defeated Bantha's wizard group and took more than a thousand prisoners.

But they made a mistake - giving these prisoners to people who had already tasted blood in war.

After the war, the people of Karal who went mad with desire, hatred, and fear vented all the sorrow, fear, anger, and long-awaited desires they had acquired in the war on these wizards.

Buried alive, cut off limbs, skinned, played to death - after having tasted the blood, these mad dogs have done things far beyond the expectations of the druids.Compared with these, the execution of witches, which was later popular in Caral, is simply merciful.

They never thought that crazy humans are more terrifying than crazy animals.When they realized that their seemingly benevolent decision had actually made an irreparable blunder, there were only more than 100 of these wizards dead.

It was from then on that the evil gods, Lord of Violence, followed Karal one after another.

Fortunately, the three sages reacted quickly enough, they immediately blocked the news, hanged the craziest people and cultists together with the wizards in the Pyroxene Forest, and then summoned the towering giants using their corpses as materials. The tree was destroyed and the corpses were wiped out, so that the judgment from the White Tower and other gods was not provoked.

But those wizards who were tortured and killed could not sleep forever because they had been tortured too much.

Under the subtle influence of the dusk, they kept replaying the scene before their death in a posture similar to wraiths.For a long time, the overflowing resentment completely changed the surrounding environment, and completely alienated the caves where the mobs slaughtered wizards into a foreign world that was more terrifying than hell.

"Stupidity is the original sin." Roland sighed deeply, feeling the visceral sensation on the soles of his feet.

"Speaking of which, this is indeed the real world... It's not harmonized."

Roland stood calmly in the middle of the main hall, looking at the wizard who was crucified with a sword on the wall facing him with only his limbs exposed, and sighed with nostalgia.

The perception of more than ten points brought him a feeling he had never had before.

Just standing here, Roland could hear the whispers, cursing, nostalgia, and prayers of those wizards before they died——

Even though Claudia's time was running out, Roland still stood quietly for half a minute, listening carefully to the cries of these innocent souls, trying to distinguish every word from them.

Finally, Roland suddenly realized.

—they prayed for eternal sleep.

It's not hatred, nor is it a souvenir.It's like a patient who has been dying for several years, just asking for a happy life.

When Roland heard what they said, Roland's heart was stabbed suddenly, and his spine shivered.

For the first time since he came to the world of Farnes, he realized that these NPCs are real life with souls.

Their crying and their laughter are not because of the programmed procedures, but from the heart.

Well, I've done something before...

Roland's eyes shook violently, but after only one breath, he stabilized again, even firmer than before.

"Stop joking..." Roland murmured, his right hand holding the blue tooth creaked, and the dagger trembled in its sheath.

If it is said that these people lose the courage to kill just because they are real people, then what is the difference between Roland himself and those scum who only dare to shout on the Internet?
So, what are those people who died at Roland's hands before?
"Tears have been shed in the City of Wealth," Roland said slowly in a vague voice almost dreaming, "I will never regret it. I will never regret it."

Roland's eyes closed and opened again, and the last touch of black finally faded from the pupils.

Pure silver-gray flows in his eyes like quicksilver.

Cold and unforgiving.

Light gray spots continued to emerge around Roland, and the occupational characteristics that had not been obtained for a long time finally appeared at this moment.

【You have obtained the characteristic Mourning Chant】

[Eternal sleep mentor has given you a new baptism chant]

Mourning chant (professional feature)
Effect: Creatures killed once by your chant no longer have soul-wise immortality

——I, the judge, swear here to bestow mercy on this soul.

Feeling the chants that suddenly emerged in his mind, Roland took a deep breath, walked forward quickly, and grabbed the broken Karal sword stuck on the wall.

He pulled the chopping sword from the wall with all his strength, and immediately blood began to pour out from the ground continuously, and the cries of the dead around him suddenly became louder, and they climbed out of their predetermined position and moved slowly towards Roland.

No holy water barriers, no T's, no amulets.In this way, Roland awakened all the dead at the same time.

The ghosts of a thousand wizards?A conspiracy involving the enemies of Kabbalah?
Why don't you care about those things, to put it bluntly, this is just a five-player copy of the Black Iron Step——

Roland looked at the group of dead people approaching him, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a happy smile.

"You want to rest in peace, don't you?"

He casually threw aside the Karal Zhanjian, which had begun to weather quickly after he drew it out, and several emerald green vines wrapped around Roland without any wind, and light gray spots floated around him.

"—I'll give it to you!"

(End of this chapter)