quicksilver blood

Chapter 129 Molten Sage

"As you said, there are more evils that need to be eliminated in this world besides those bastard gods." Marco's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally shone almost brightly. "The big nobles, the little lords, Military gangsters, profiteers...there are many, many more."

"Human beings are suffering from oppression in every direction. If we fight only for the independence of people's beliefs, it is tantamount to giving up other people who are suffering."

"Sir Orlando, although your behavior seems crazy, I can see that you have a truly great soul like Mr. Palbuchico."

"Wait," Roland finally couldn't help interrupting, "Mr. Marco, what are you trying to do by talking so much?"

Roland had a bad feeling.

...Marco is not going to directly advance to the Hall of Truth, is he?
What Roland couldn't accept the most was that with Marco's willpower, it was really possible...

Once they find the truth that they can carry out their whole life and have the power to complete it, this spiritual experience will lose its meaning, and these awakened ones will directly step into the palace of truth.

Translated in human terms, after a professional comes into contact with the origin, as long as his will is strong enough and his highest attribute points exceed thirty, it is possible to skip the experience of the road to awakening and directly enter the palace of truth.

The key to obtaining this possibility lies in their obsession.

At this moment, Roland only felt that he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said...

Marco's gangster-like face now shone like a saint: "I feel it is necessary to fully show you what I have learned from your teachings to prove that I have not misunderstood your teachings. Hard work.”

... No, what did I teach you again?

Roland felt like he was going crazy.

What Marco said was completely out of context.

Roland was just talking nonsense, and he didn't believe that with Marco's intelligence, he couldn't see it.

To be honest, if Roland didn't know that Marco was not that kind of person, he would even think that Marco was playing tricks on him now.

"Excuse me, don't you think you're taking things a little too far?"

Roland finally couldn't help but asked back: "Everyone is in a different position, so naturally they think differently. You think you are doing them good, but they don't necessarily think so."

"Dictators, blasphemers, mob leaders... These crimes that are equivalent to the death penalty will be like a magnet to your name, and you can't shake it off."

Facing Roland's accusation, Marco just shook his head slightly: "Even so, I think there should be something that can burn away all unclean things."

"Dirty things? People even want to burn their bodies!"

Roland only felt that he had been stabbed hard somewhere in his heart.

Suddenly, an unknown fire surged from Roland's heart.

He was originally trying to deal with Marco, but at this moment he became inexplicably excited: "What's the use of burning all the correctness in exchange for a world without mistakes? Will you write an epitaph for human beings without typos?"

"You know, there is no mistake and it doesn't mean it is right!"

"No! Nothing is wrong without being right!"

Marco's voice and Roland's voice gradually became louder during the conversation, and at the end it was even as shocking as the roar of a dragon.

Hearing this, Roland finally couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth slid into a mocking arc.

He finally understood what kind of person Marco was.

Naive yet cruel, cold-blooded yet passionate.

He is more like a "fighter" spiritual leader than a religious leader.

In other words, a late secondary disease.

But there is a saying that is good, only those who have no strength commit the second disease, which is called the second disease.

Especially in such a world where willpower can directly affect the real world, the degree of danger of Marco is self-evident.

However, Roland was keenly aware of Marco's fatal mistake.

So he asked: "So, after you clean up all the filth that shouldn't exist, what are you going to do?"

"I will comfort the people until they forget the pain of war."

Marco answered without hesitation.

It's like he was not being asked by Roland now, but was preparing the answer to this question a long time ago.

But Roland dismissed his answer.

forget?

No, it is not enough to forget about war for peace to come.People must remember war and fear war.

"Even if you can appease the people, how are you going to restore the post-war order? Just leave people there and wait for hunger and poverty to kill them all?"

"...No, no. I want to..." Facing Roland's aggressive questioning, Marco had a rare panic and bewilderment on his face.

"Then, who are you going to give the power to?" Roland interrupted him, narrowing his eyes. "Are you in your own hands?"

"Isn't it? But if you distribute the power, can you ensure that every one of your followers has no selfish motives like you?"

“If you mishandle it even a little bit, your organization will become the new perpetrator.”

"Make no mistake, you don't have the ability to spy on everyone - and you don't have the time."

Facing Roland's continuous questions, Marco finally lowered his head and fell into a long silence.

But at this moment, a bad feeling emerged from Roland's heart.

With his perception attributes comparable to that of a silver-level priest, Roland was surprised to find that Marco's momentum not only did not collapse because of Roland's questioning, but instead rose rapidly and continuously after a stalemate for a period of time.

pat-

His nine-section whip seemed to be unable to grasp, and fell to the ground.

But Roland clearly saw that Marco had been grasping his "human will" with all his strength, and had never given it away.

So, how did his nine-section whip fall off?

"...Good question."

Before Roland could think about it, the lava under Marco's feet suddenly boiled and melted into a golden liquid as thick and bright as iron juice, which shocked Roland.

"Good question, Your Excellency Orlando."

Marco repeated, cheerfully responding to Roland's question with a thick murmur like lava rubbing against each other.

Huo Ran raised his head.

Roland's pupils shrank instantly.

It was because Marco's pupils had turned into a completely bright golden yellow at this moment, and the scorching heat like liquid rolled in his eye sockets, and drops of hot golden liquid like iron juice flowed down like tears on his dark face. A few pale golden traces appeared.

At the same time, his hands also began to melt, and the flesh and blood turned into some kind of viscous and slow-flowing material like lava, dripping slowly while shining with brilliant golden light.

... The origin ran amok? !

Roland was startled.

The horse may enter the state of origin rampage, indicating that he has entered the temple of truth at this moment.

Although he was mentally prepared for this, Roland still felt a little unacceptable when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

In less than 10 minutes, Marco climbed from the early stage of the road of awakening to the Hall of Truth in one breath—about ten levels.

Saint fighters have to be beaten to death to explode the small universe... Did I just say a few words to you...

But Roland was a little scared.

Fortunately, in the end, Marco was driven into the origin rampage.In this way, Marco's thinking will be chaotic and crazy for at least a year, and it will give Roland a chance.

For Roland, a sane and crazy person is far more difficult to deal with than a powerful and crazy person.

"People must get their rights."

Marco's voice was deafening.

As he spoke, Roland could even see a faint flow of golden light deep in his throat.

"Rights must be checked."

As Marco's voice became louder, under the golden light that seemed to be shining all over, the frosty soil under Roland's feet couldn't help but burst apart inch by inch.

Without Roland's frost soil as a barrier, the heat wave in the entire basement began to gather towards Marco.

In just a few breaths, Marco's figure swelled three times.

The huge lava figure entwined with golden light grew rapidly, swallowing the nine-section whip he threw on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"...Molten Sage?!"

Roland was dumbfounded.

He recognized the authenticity of Marco's gesture.

This is the legal controller of the Fire Elemental Plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Farnese, and the entire Fire Elemental Plane is no more than two-handed.

After a hole leaked out of the fire elemental plane and the entire plane was polluted by dusk, they became the Impaler.

In Roland's eyes, the scene before him was even more unbelievable than telling him that the Wind Whisperer was actually a disciple of the Everlasting Mentor.

Because Roland clearly understands that the image after the origin rampage is a combination of the most powerful parts of all his previous lives.

But there is a fatal loophole here.

That is, elemental beings will not die at all, so they have no reincarnation.

"Do not……"

Roland suddenly realized that there is indeed one person who can do this.

That is Higgs, creator of the Molten Sages and former father of Gaia!

If Roland guessed correctly——

Marco is Higgs’ chosen one!

(End of this chapter)