quicksilver blood

Chapter 241 Wugou Chant

Pure white flames burned blazingly in Roland's eyes.

The embrace of eternal sleep on his body became transparent as soon as it was roasted by the pure white holy fire.

The dirt in it was burned away by the fire, and the pure white holy flame burned in the transparent robe, holding Roland up like big hands gently closed.

Behind the coat condensed by pure white flames is a light wing composed of spiral light bands that are fading little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.The outermost end of the band of light burned at a speed of seven or eight inches per second, turning into silvery stars and scattering into the air like a fuse.

Like the light wings behind him, the holy light on Roland's black waist-length hair has not completely dissipated.The silvery-white particles rendered Roland's long black hair into silvery silver, shining brightly in the pure white flame.

He held up the long sword cast by the sacred fire, and his clear voice sounded like a child or a heroic girl: "Woe to this world! Woe to this land and the sea!"

With a click, a large horizontal crack appeared on the long sword in his hand.As Roland flicked it to the right, the seven-meter-long sword, which was completely unusable by humans, cracked and turned into a whip sword section by section.

At the same time, the burning cross behind Roland also melted.

It's like a melting candle, but much faster than it.Silently, the tower-like cross suddenly collapsed, turning into a thick white flame almost like magma, rushing towards Roland.

However, the Elucados were still trapped by the thorns formed by the holy fire and the net bag with the inverted blade, and there was no possibility of stopping Roland from continuing to pray.

Unlike "Roland" who is completely irrational and acts only on the instinct of the body, Roland's battles are very organized and his thinking is clear enough.

That's not even a routine developed by players like Entanglement, but the minimum common sense that any aboriginal priest should know-at least limit the enemy before zooming in, right?

As the magma-like, viscous silver holy flame, which was ten times larger than Roland's body, collapsed behind him, the light wings behind Roland seemed to feel something, and stretched back as hard as they could, facing the slowly rolling figure behind him. holy fire.

When it came into contact with the huge holy fire block that was more than ten meters high, a blazing white light that was several times more dazzling than the rising sun filled the air.

Although the light only lasted for an instant, not even half a second, the thorns of the holy fire seemed to be real vines. They began to grow crazily when they were exposed to this pure holy light, and instantly destroyed Eluka. They were so submerged that they were almost invisible.

In the world outside the wall of thorns built by the holy fire, Roland's prayer sounded very clearly in their ears.

"When I see the people playing with the women in the wild and stabbing the king's back with a dagger, I know that this generation is in trouble."

"I also saw that the people fought against each other with swords and worshiped clay idols and wooden images with their blood. Then I knew that this generation was in great trouble—"

The sound of metal friction, like a heavy sword blade dragging on the ground, gradually sounded in Roland's prayers and became louder and louder: "——My heart is grieved, and my back and belly are torn apart."

"I cried out to my teacher for justice, and tears and blood flowed from my eyes."

As Roland prayed louder and louder, the holy flames around him gradually subsided.

Amidst Roland's prayers, the height of the white flame, which was originally more than three meters high, dropped again and again, and finally lay flat on the ground, flowing like flowing water.

And the thorns that originally bound Elcardo also gradually melted, and gradually flowed to the ground like water, burning quietly.

At this moment, Elcardo was finally freed from the shackles of the holy flame, but it seemed that something invisible was pressing heavily on his back, and he couldn't help but move slowly and his limbs were stiff.

Without the holy fire dancing around him, Roland's originally pure white robe gradually became transparent, and the hem and boots turned into nothingness.Now Roland's robe could only cover his calves, and the corners of the hem were still burning with pure white flames, burning at an extremely slow speed.

He stepped on the scorched earth with bare feet like this, walking step by step.

The spiraling band of light behind him has been completely wrapped in the holy fire.The wings of the flame trembled, scattering scattered silver light spots.

Silver-white flames suddenly rose on the ground where Roland walked, burning quietly and long-lasting.

He held a whip sword burning with a raging holy flame, and there was a flame burning quietly in the depths of his mercury-like pupils.

This is chant without dirt.A prayer to bring to the world the Undefiled Hell, where the holy fire will burn forever.

That is the place of execution for the devil.Any devil who commits a big mistake in hell will be thrown into the Unsullied Hell and be baptized by the eternal holy fire.

Here, the holy fire is not very strong, and it will not directly burn the devil into ashes.

But that's not to say the flames couldn't hurt them.

To be precise, the sacred fire here is like a tide-it will first corrode them like a strong acid, and then heal them.

You can't survive, you can't die.

That's the situation.

After the sins of these sinners are atoned for, a blazing sun-like holy light will descend on the world, completely purifying the wicked people wailing in the sea of ​​holy fire and throwing them into reincarnation.

And Wugou chant is to continuously sanctify the surrounding places, and continuously suppress and weaken the surrounding evil creatures.When it is detected that their resistance to the holy power has been weakened enough to be severely injured by a single blow, a huge beam of light will descend from the sky, clearing away the surrounding area.

In the game, this is not very rare, but quite rare magic.

It has three abilities: maiming evil creatures and reducing their magic resistance, continuously purifying the surrounding environment, and the last beam of light.

If it can be chanted completely, the power of the last beam of light is enough to instantly kill undead and underground races of the same level.

Of course, the last beam of light will also empty out all the divine grace in the priest.The greater the consumption, the greater the power will gradually increase.

What Roland needs most is not the third ability, but the second.

He originally needed to use the chant of baptism to appease Elcardo—but with the new chant of innocence, which is completely harmless and therefore safer, Roland didn't want to use the rain of swords from the chant of baptism to overwhelm Alcardo again and again. Lucado woke up.

"See if you have eyes, your time is short—"

Amidst Roland's chants, there seemed to be no hymns resounding in the sky.

A very strong sense of peace appeared in Elcardo's heart.

Elucard's body was almost numb, and he was half asleep and half awake, completely losing his outline.

Gradually, he was appeased by the unique divine art of the Eternal Sleeping Instructor.The twisted flesh on her body disappeared little by little, and was withdrawn into the body, revealing the snow-white skin inside.

At the same time, a figure appeared in front of Roland without warning.

"The lackeys of the gods! What do you want to—"

"Wait until the trumpet of cleansing blows the fire and comes out of my mouth to burn your flesh dry—"

But Roland didn't hesitate at all.

Instead, he sped up his speech.

The huge fire wings flapped behind Roland, and Roland swung his whip sword fiercely, and lashed at the strange wizard who had just appeared in the air!

(End of this chapter)