quicksilver blood

Chapter 231 What Is Fear
"My master, my master Nirola, all flesh and blood will praise you, and all peoples will come to praise you."

Joseph knelt on the ground, his eyes vacant, and prayed softly.

"I heard you utter your word, and the earth trembled. You said that there will be an end for all things, and the eternal mountains cracked, and the eternal mountains collapsed. The sinners of the West trembled when they heard your cry. For they dreaded sleep, and loathed the crow that died. Then Nerola was angry, and their lips trembled, and their bones rotted—"

Joseph's prayers came to an abrupt end.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange brilliance gradually lit up in his dull pupils.

On the cross-shaped scar on his forehead, a light silver-gray flame could be vaguely seen flashing away.

But he knelt on the ground in a daze like a sculpture, as if he had seen something capable of overturning the world.

Joseph's eyes that seemed to have lost the whole world before gradually melted away.

“I forgive you, not because of your burnt offering, but because you are in accord with My revealed truth.”

A lazy, ethereal voice sounded from behind him.The voice was not loud, but it echoed in Joseph's ears like a bell: "But you must not harm Roland, and you must not save him yourself. He has his mission and his mission."

"Roland will surely die and be resurrected in three months—you can tell other people to praise Roland's holiness. This is the holiness I gave to this world."

Each word in those words was like a red-hot iron, deeply engraved in Joseph's mind.

But there was no pain at all, instead there was a kind of throbbing that was ordered by the sky.A tranquility that could make any life intoxicated completely enveloped Joseph.

He still has some understanding now, the mentality of those fanatics.

If one can enjoy such peace after death, one would not hesitate to be hacked into pieces during one's lifetime.

Tears of emotion fell from the corners of Joseph's eyes.

Yes, touched——

It was a feeling Joseph had not tasted for some time.

The injury in his brain was taken away by the Sleeping Mentor, and the emotion killed by Roland revived in him again.

For the first time, Joseph felt that the world was so beautiful.

Sunshine, land, air—just the feeling that he was living in this world made him so happy.

Yes.Joseph came back to life.

If emotions are killed, it means death, then Joseph is undoubtedly a Holy Spirit reborn from a dead body——

The silver-grey flames in his eyes gradually ignited.

Among them, the gray part gradually peels off.Brand new, similar to Roland but not as bright as Roland's flowing silver, but closer to pure white silver-white flames rising from his eyes.

"You must revere the eternal sleep, and not just be attached to it."

At this time, he heard the mentor's benevolent and loving voice softly from behind: "Joseph, your sins are forgiven."

"Now you will listen. You will kneel and pray and listen to your mission—"

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Crimson blood.

Anyone who sees the scene in front of them will not think of other situations.

Even though the entire ground was covered with broken arms, broken nails, pulled out intestines, and ripped out kneecaps, what was more impactful was the thick, dark red and black blood that flowed freely like a river. ——

"Don't run away..."

Elucardo smiled coquettishly, and stepped over a corpse that had been torn in half by brute force.

She stepped on the internal organs on the ground without hesitation - no, judging from her expression, it was more intentional than not saying she didn't mind.

Like a child deliberately stepping into a puddle on a rainy day.Elucard showed off her charming face in a manner that could be described as naughty.

Her black leather boots were half-submerged as soon as she stepped into a two-finger-high pool of blood.

The thick scarlet liquid bloomed like flowers on her little leather boots.

There was blood on her face, but she had no intention of wiping it off.

Elcardo held the head of a majestic middle-aged man in his right hand—that was originally the Cardinal of the God of Darkness, but was beheaded by Elcardo at the beginning of the meeting.

True.Elucardo indeed took advantage of the sneak attack.But as a priest who is the god of darkness, he will be attacked by others. Even if he dies, he has nothing to say.

It was like the incarnation of fire being burned alive - this was extremely ridiculous, a stupid thing that was enough to make the Knicks furious.

"Weird, monster——"

"The devil! The devil! Go to hell!"

"My lord, please save me, save me, save me, lord—"

The priests of the Dark God howled, rolled and crawled, and fled at a ridiculously slow speed, not daring to face the seemingly beautiful girl behind them.

Among them were some fools who could not crawl out of fear.There are also people who can't speak, and can only cry and make indistinct sounds.

As someone once said before.No one requires priests to be strong - all their faith rests on their gods.And because of the shelter, one forgets his own weakness.

But now, the girl who looked like a demon god reminded them again of what fear is.

No, rather than saying that it is a girl, it is better to say that it is a monster that appeared in the world in the form of a girl.

Just after meeting him, the usually aloof Cardinal had his head cut off.The protection arranged by the God of Darkness around him had no effect, just like a thin piece of paper being scratched directly.

His bones creaked, and he was torn into more than eight parts by Elucard in an instant.

And when those silver-level priests subconsciously felt something was wrong and launched a violent counterattack, they found in despair that any divine spell would be directly torn by her, cursed and weakened without any effect.

Even if she escapes into the shadows, she will step on the shadows, crush the people hiding in the shadows directly into flesh, and squeeze them out delicately from the gap between the shadows and reality.

Not to mention walking in front of her for a round—in less than a second, her scarlet figure tore apart the three-digit believers like a hurricane.

——To be precise, it was not a scarlet figure.But a scarlet storm.

Her crimson gown takes up very little of it.More is the blood of those who were torn apart.

The fragile body was blown into the sky with great force along with the blood, and the bright red like a torrential rain spread down, filling the potholes on the ground with accumulated blood in an instant.Fragments of viscera fell from the sky like a big gift bag, and landed in the mouths of those poor creatures who were dumbstruck with their mouths wide open.

Before they realized it and spit it out, an even more terrifying invisible storm struck with great force.Intangible and qualityless, those who spit it out were twisted into scum.

Elcardo stood arrogantly on the spot in the attitude of a fanatic, and yelled wildly at the fleeing believers: "Followers of the bastards, did you hear that!"

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Did you hear that? I told you not to run away! I'm so hungry!"

Her sweet and charming voice gradually became sharp and harsh. The sound was like glass scratching a blackboard, but it swept away like a storm. Those who were crawling on the ground to escape couldn't help showing expressions of pain, covering their hands in vain. ears.

Elcardo's teeth gradually became sharper.

A large number of black twisted spots appeared in her eyes that turned completely scarlet.

Without the appeasement of divine magic, Elcardo, who had stepped into madness, gradually took off her human disguise, revealing the essence of a hunter bit by bit.

She is different from ordinary brain eaters.Her evolution is complete and a firm step in the direction of the Slayer.

Whether it is the excavation of the spiritual ability deep in the blood, or the development of physical strength, Elucado is going in the direction of pure destructive power.

At her peak, she once sank the land northeast of Titan with a single blow.That is a terrifying destructive force that cannot be exerted by a human body.

She who is crazy is the embodiment of death in another sense.A presence that brings fear through its mere presence.

It was under such circumstances that the former Silver Queen met her for the first time.The magic of the Everlasting Mentor has an unimaginable effect on calming the manic.

What Roland wanted was to reproduce this scene.The real loyalty to Alcardo, not the empty emotional bond that is tied to the sister who doesn't know if it is.

——Of course, before the protagonist appears, the scene must be cleared first.

Roland saw the kill prompts that were flooding the screen in front of him, smiled slightly, and gently put down the pen in his hand.

(End of this chapter)