quicksilver blood

Chapter 181 Old City
Roland chanted a hymn softly.

The voice is ethereal and elegant.

If you don't understand Astral Language, just judging from the melody and Roland's solemn expression, anyone will think that what he is singing is a hymn to life.

However, in fact, this chant is full of praises for decline——

"—My days are quicker than shuttles, and are wasted in hopelessness."

It is different from the chant of death that Claudia once performed tentatively.

Roland's chants of death were not accompanied by the decay of plants and the rot of animals. It was just a thick black mist rising from the black ice ground under his feet.

It's like the smoke from dry ice placed in the air—except that the fog is extremely thick black.

"Please remember, my life is but a breath, and my eyes will no longer see happiness—"

When Roland sang the second sentence, the blackened ice layer had already surrounded the Skull Crusher directly.

And when Roland sang the third sentence, the ice layer that was constantly vibrating became quiet.

By this time, the mirror-like ice surface under Roland's feet had turned into pitch black.

It was a color like matte metal, and it could also be said to be an extremely delicate black earth.

In fact, that is just ordinary black soil——

The difference is that it is the black soil where the eternal sleep tutor lives.

At the beginning of the birth of Farnes—that is, when the saints assisted the only god Aum to create this world, the world of Farnes did not have any life.

Without life, naturally there is no death.

Without the peace of life, there will be no long sleep after death.

Therefore, at that time, the title of Eternal Sleep Instructor was still Lord of Frost and Death.

And the original version of the degraded version of the magic spell that Roland combined with the low-level magic spell at this moment, the magic spell commonly known as "Underworld", is officially called the land of ice cold death!
Even today's false gods, as long as they dare to set foot on the black land where the mentor of the eternal sleep once lived, they will immediately lose all hope and motivation to live, and they will live quietly alone with the incomparable longing and longing for eternal sleep die.

It was not illusion, or mind-bending sorcery.If you want to describe it, this is a plane characteristic with a very high difficulty of saving.

Only people who have actually died once can have this kind of emotional resistance.

And dying once, it's easy to say, but how easy is it to actually do it?
Although the predecessor of the Skull Crusher was the Fist of the Inanimate, it is a pity that this kind of eternal life obtained by the soul ascending to the Kingdom of God after death is not recognized.

To die is to die.To die is to die.

The "angels" in the kingdom of gods of those false gods—that is, priests and templars after death can only exist in the kingdom of gods in the state of souls.

After all, their kingdom of God is in the astral world, and there is no substance in the astral world.

Like the Skull Crusher, there are other envoys who have descended into the world and exist in the kingdom of God in the state of soul.When they were summoned, either the soul form came to the world, or they were simply possessed by heroic spirits.

With such an incomplete form, how dare you say that you have "died" once?
They are obviously dead all the time.Never resurrected.

To use a bit of exaggeration, even the "divine kingdom" that those envoys live in on weekdays is just a fantasy of the gods.

How can a mere fantasy resist the power of the underworld?

"Those who look after me, his eyes no longer see me," Roland stared at the Skull Crusher wrapped in black ice, and sang the hymn of decline, "The teacher's eyes look at me, and I am no longer there world."

There are no lights and shadows, and no explosions.

Abruptly, the black ice including the Skull Crusher cracked open immediately, melting away like shattered ice on a soldering iron.

But Roland wasn't nervous at all.

After the black ice dissipated, the two-meter-tall giant stood silently on the spot.

If you look carefully, you will find that the golden sand grains around it have turned into ordinary sand.

It has just stood like this, lost all vitality.

At this time, Roland has received a system prompt——

[You killed a silver-ranked skull crusher and extracted the original power...you got experience 1921]

[Characteristic: The chant of mourning takes effect, the soul of the Skull Crusher will not return to the Kingdom of God]

Roland noticed with sharp eyes that a turbid yellow transparent soul struggled and squeezed out from the completely sealed horned helmet of the Skull Crusher.

With a bit of luck, it might still be able to escape and become a lonely ghost.

Unfortunately, metals are not good conductors of the soul.

Just struggling out of the steel helmet, this soul has become mutilated.

Compared with these cold steel, they would prefer wood and stone as their shelter.

However, it has no chance——

"Kill... master... crush... pieces of meat..."

This group of muddy souls struggled hard, making sharp, trembling but indistinct sounds.

Roland didn't have the slightest interest in waiting for it to freeze itself and scolding himself.

"rest in peace--"

Roland stretched out his right hand, grasped the turbid soul with force, and crushed it directly.

Silver-white light flowed from Roland's hands, purifying his thoughts and will.Turn this polluted soul in twisted flesh and blood into an unconscious and transparent soul again, ascend to the sky, and go to hell along the wall of Aum again.

As the mass of soul gradually became invisible in Roland's hands, the seemingly endless sandstorm around him also slowly stopped.

But at this moment, Roland saw turbid yellow beams of light suddenly rising from all over the White Tower, reaching the sky.

Even the sky is illuminated together.

Roland raised his head and couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

——This is the beam of light when the envoy of the false god was sent back.

In other words, they use mortal bodies as sacrifices and attach them in the form of souls.And after the false body is destroyed, the soul in it will naturally break away from the shackles of the dead body and return to the kingdom of God.

Since the time of the war of the gods, the envoys of the gods have continuously returned to the battlefield by virtue of this ability.

No matter how you kill it, you can't kill it clean.

Sometimes a weapon master who has awakened the origin can even kill an oracle three times in a row in a small-scale starvation battle.

It is precisely to resist this rogue's ability to restore troops that the undead came into being.

The existence of this kind of beam of light is to prevent the soul of one's own divine envoy from being harmed.There are not many soul-damaging skills in Farnes's world, but there are not too few skills.

The gods are not stupid. Since they dared to send their envoys to the ground, it meant that they must have thought of a way out.

Let's not mention these decades.

When they first usurped the authority of the saint, they had trouble sleeping and eating every day.

Only one day the sage will come back suddenly, and then find out the terrible things that his group of people have done...

However, as time passed, this guilty conscience gradually turned into a kind of arrogance mixed with indifference.

In the past hundred years now, they have begun to do things like reversing life and death, tampering with Aum's Law, and even colluding with Dusk one by one.

"A bunch of filthy idiots..."

Roland looked at the alternately rising dim beams of light with cold eyes.

He counted, and there were 19 beams of light in total.

Counting the one on his side that lost its immortality and was sent to reincarnate, the Lord of Violence sent a total of 20 envoys.

In order to destroy the White Tower, this master is really generous.

"Ugh……"

With a heavy sigh that suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart, Roland was startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't help feeling horrified.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the three of Robert: "Did you hear that?"

"I heard……"

"Um……"

"I hear you," An Ruosi's expression eased when he just got up from the ground, "Don't be nervous, Hellan. This is Master Merlin's voice."

"Ok?"

Roland was really stunned this time.

But before he realized what the name represented, a huge barrier spread from the very center of the white tower.The surrounding scene gradually disintegrated, everything around it melted and seeped into something further outside.

Roland stood blankly among the people coming and going, and felt an extremely familiar feeling.

"This is... the old city?"

Roland finally realized the truth and muttered.

　...Well, for the sake of the child's milk powder, can I ask for a subscription?
　　Just listen carefully (cover your face)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)