quicksilver blood

Chapter 177 The Silent Prayer
"I've said it before, Roland. Woundless chant is just a magical technique I use to save your life. Don't rely on it too much. It's not your own power."

A lazy and cold voice came from behind Roland.

"Recently, you don't want to use the harmless chant on other people."

"But mentor, the situation is urgent now..."

"--obedient."

"……Yes"

The suddenly cold voice of the Eternal Sleeping Mentor blocked Roland's explanation in his throat.

Roland suddenly realized that the Sleeping Mentor hadn't fulfilled all his obligations.

He is the disciple of the mentor, the chosen one of the mentor, the incarnation of the will of the mentor, and will become her only representative on earth in the future.

"Good boy."

The instructor's voice became more cheerful: "Well, if you revive him, I will give you the silent prayer."

Roland could only nod silently.

Perhaps the mentor could ignore Roland's blasphemy, but in any case, it was impossible for Roland to direct the mentor to do anything.

That can simply be called treason.

Although if Roland threatens his own life, the mentor will probably reluctantly agree to Roland's request-but An Ruosi is not worth Roland's doing so.

Besides, in all fairness, the mentor can be called doting on Roland.

There is no other god that treats its followers so kindly and loosely.

One must be content.

However, just because Roland gave up on requesting harmless chant from his mentor, it didn't mean he had to give up An Ruosi.

There is no technical difficulty in resuscitating An Ruosi, who has been cleansed of the divine power lingering in his heart.It's just that Roland felt a little bit overwhelmed by that hurdle.

In order to ensure that An Ruosi had enough physical strength to support the subsequent evacuation after being revived, Roland transformed all natural energy into healing touch in one go.

For a moment, Roland's entire right hand was covered with a streamer-like light green aura.

That's right.

You don't need to chant harmlessly to save An Ruosi, you only need to use the simplest cardiac resuscitation plus artificial respiration——

the other side.

Robert was already sweating profusely.

He is anxious now like an ant on a hot pan.

His previous magic power has been drained.But fortunately, the Sly Knife Wizard also has the skill of using life force as magic power to cast spells.

But just now, he cast the sound-proof enchantment three times in a row—and failed every time.

The palm of Robert's left hand was cut open three times and was already dripping with blood.The ceremonial knife stained with blood suddenly became extremely sharp.It cut through the ground easily, sketching out some crooked patterns on the ground.

Robert sadly discovered that the previous roar had a much more serious impact on him than he had imagined.

His balance was affected and his fingertips became weak.The ritual knife, which was like an extension of the limbs, became stiff and uncontrollable at this moment.

He watched helplessly as the huge right arm slowly lifted from the barrier that was oppressed to the limit, but he was unable to respond.

There are no monks in this world, and there used to be no boxers.Followers of the Lord of Violence are the only professions that box people.

The Lord of Violence was the strongest berserker in history and the first boxer before he became a god.He even broke the city wall with his own strength when he was in the golden rank—not the city gate, but the seven-meter-thick obsidian city wall.

He holds a heavy and gigantic mace in his right hand, while his left hand wears a steel gauntlet that is three times the size of the gauntlet on his right, and not much lighter than the mace.

It wasn't a mace that he smashed through the walls—it was his fists.

Like Fist of the Dead, the Lord of Violence's mace is only for piercing armor.The fist in his left hand is much more powerful than a mace.

Although the Lord of Violence holds a mace in his right hand all the year round, that doesn't mean his right fist is weak.

His fist is like the sword of the Goddess of War.

This simple punch was his strongest force!
A god's full attack was blocked by a mortal's barrier, which is enough to make the wizards of the White Tower proud.

But at this moment, that fist has withdrawn a little distance upward——

That is never giving up.

It's about accumulating energy.

In less than a breath, the Lord of Violence's right fist hit the barrier below again with a straight punch!
This time, the enchantment that had not fully recovered was distorted and deformed under the bombardment of huge force.

However, there was no crash.

Before Robert could heave a sigh of relief, he saw the fist recede slightly for a short distance before hitting it hard again.

——Two combos!

Then, at a speed that Robert couldn't see clearly, that fist turned into a palm, turned into a claw, turned into a finger, and continuously blasted towards the downward-bent barrier.

——All kinds of martial arts!
——Thousand blows in an instant!
Almost desperately, Robert discovered that the right arm of the Lord of Violence had activated his best attacking stance.

Without any suspense, the enchantment formed by the runes made an overwhelmed creaking noise and collapsed——

But before that, an invisible force penetrated through the barrier and hit the ground!

Like an earthquake, the ground of the entire White Pagoda trembled violently.

It can be seen from a distance, where the smoke and dust are rising, covering the sky.

But the rune on top of Robert's head was like a burnt scroll, losing its dazzling brilliance, becoming dry, scorched black, and then turning into ashes and falling to the ground.

Finally, the fist landed on the ground.

In the distance, the sound of an explosion swept over with a shock wave.The surrounding houses twisted and collapsed one after another, and the vibration on the ground suddenly became a hundred times stronger.

As if a [-]-meter-tall giant was rushing towards Robert, Robert only felt that the vibration on the ground became more obvious and more intense.

He even saw that Claudia's feet had started to leave the ground from time to time.

Intensified together with the earthquake, there is also smoke and dust rushing like waves.

No, it would be too frivolous to say that it was just smoke and dust.

Even sandstorms can't describe its magnificence—Robert can see the stone blade mixed with divine brilliance with only his naked eyes.

Robert finally understood why the Lord of Violence was so strong with only one right arm.

Its divine power is always burning.

This is basically no different from self-destruction.In fact, what the Lord of Violence wanted to do was to open the barrier and explode himself inside the White Tower.

That's why he sacrificed his right hand—the other parts didn't have the confidence to break through the barrier of the White Tower, and he was reluctant to part with his left hand.

The Lord of Violence is very clear that the right arm he cut off cannot return to himself.

As a purebred brute, he doesn't know how to calculate power, and prolongs the existence of the torso for maximum profit.

He only knew that since his right arm couldn't come back anyway, it would be better to burn the divine power in it from the moment it appeared, and burst out with the greatest power——

——In one go, crush the enemy into dregs!

This is what the Lord of Violence has always believed in.

After the right arm of the Lord of Violence blew itself up in the center of the White Tower, the dust entwined with divine power became extraordinary.

Under the coercion of the shock wave, the dust will turn into an indestructible sword, swallowing everything in its path into slag.

...Maybe the wizards inside have turned into scum.

Robert looked at the sandstorm that was getting closer, thinking desperately.

But at this moment, there was a plain but melodious voice of prayer behind him:
"Men utter words in court, and knowledge from among the people."

"But today, I praise my mentor among the people, tell her glory, and spread her great power."

"People have to agree, Gao claims, until they sleep forever."

As the cold voice behind him said word by word, a huge silver-white domain suddenly emerged from the ground, enveloping Robert and the others.

"—and then there were no more words in the world, nor was there a sound to hear."

(End of this chapter)