quicksilver blood

Chapter 243 The Heart of the Brave

The night is deep, as if the entire sky is submerged in the deep sea.

It was noon and the sun still hadn't risen.

Roland saw it—in the center of human civilization, five tall towers piercing the sky tilted and fell from the clouds.

Just like the five pillars supporting the sky collapsed, at the end of the sky, the gorgeous rainbow-like barrier was densely cracked like a shattered glazed wall.

Shining with colorful light, large pieces of hallucination-like fragments kept falling off from above, fell to the ground, and shattered into dream-like spots of light.

Raging flames rose at the edge of sight, and black smoke and a wall of fire divided the world.

Roland saw the light of the stars turn into a sharp sword, hitting the outer wall of the steeple repeatedly and quickly.

More brilliant than any fireworks in the world, the shocking light kept flickering on the outer wall of the collapsed white tower. Halos of light spread, briefly illuminating the dark sky.

People came like a tide without any hindrance.Their bodies shone with divine aura, and their faces were full of enthusiastic and joyful smiles.

They held up the sharp blades in their hands and howled, splitting the heads of old people and children as easily as cutting hot knives into butter. Their faces were filled with extremely joyful and noble expressions, as if they were saving the world. A sense of mission emerged. in their faces.

— because God was with them.

The bodies of these sergeants were covered with sacred flames, and vague phantoms loomed behind them.

Under the gaze of the gods, the wizard's witchcraft is like a child's joke, which has no effect.

The shining meteors and the icy needles entwined with terrifying cold air hit the armor burning with holy flames, just like pouring a handful of water into a monstrous fire, without any change at all.

On the contrary, once the standard military long sword was cut on the wizard's body, the protective witchcraft suspended and floating on the wizard's body was cut open, and terrible wounds immediately appeared on the wizard's flesh.

Blessing, high-level consecrated weapons, sacred shields, active bodies, breaking defenses—these high-level blessing spells will appear on the Templars on their own even without prayer.Because of the flaws in their perception attributes, the soldiers of these gods have never been so close to the gods they serve.

There is no need to pray, just killing the enemy can be rewarded by the gods - the Templars who realized this were so excited that their voices almost trembled.

These wonderful killing weapons are also immune to all poisons and curses, so even the types of traps are limited a lot.

That's right - no one can stop their progress.All defenses will be broken, and all injuries caused by attacks will disappear in an instant.

In this way, it advances at a slow but steady speed; it advances while singing verses praising the gods.

The bitter battle of the wizards was almost fruitless.Nearly a thousand Templars were killed in the first wave of witchcraft, but this level of damage could not even cause a single drift in the sea of ​​enemies that could not be seen beyond the horizon.

That is an army of tens of thousands of people.

On the night before the start of the war, [-]% of the trainee priests and Templars were blessed by the gods in advance, and obtained the official-level ability to cast spells and permission to participate in holy wars.These clergymen who were inspired by the gods to become official ranks overnight accounted for more than one-third of the entire legion.

In the tough battle, it is these people who act as the forwards.

Ninety percent of the casualties caused by the wizards' counterattack came from these people.

Su Ze, Titan, Bantha, and all official-level priests in Fararo accepted the call of the gods.Among them were seven or eight-year-old children who sang the praises of the gods and wiped the blood from the swords on the faces of the soldiers with pure white handkerchiefs—they were choir members.

Because of their superior perception ability, they obtained the permission of the official rank at a young age, and a few of them have even become official priests of the Black Iron Rank.

They didn't know what kind of cruel hell they were going to, so they set off with the army under the encouragement and worry of their parents to fight against the heresy in the East.

However, in this destructive war, there are some people who continue to launch a desperate charge against the legion of the gods.

Even if their victories can be almost ignored, even if they can't even kill a single person after rushing into the formation, they still keep rushing out from inside the White Tower, trying to use their bodies to slow down the army's attacking pace. Hold on for even a second.

Constant resurrection, constant fighting, constant death.

Perhaps their sacrifice was not out of righteousness, nor was it entirely righteous.Even at this time, the vast majority of them have not put themselves into this world, and all motives are for themselves-but it is undeniable that it is precisely because of their efforts that the legions of the gods The time to break into the innermost ring was delayed by 10 minutes.

Roland watched as the sky tilted, the earth split open, and the world slid down one by one like plates on a crooked table, smashing into pieces in the abyss.

In the total destruction, no one discovered that the wizards who were supposed to be wiped out had slipped through the net.

The only wizard in the fifth tower disappeared silently into the siege of the gods just before the Inanimate Fists smashed open the obsidian door in the inner ring.

It was these three 10 minutes that created the miracle of the New White Tower.

The name of this group of people is called players.

Roland saw such a black-haired young man among the crowd from a high altitude.

Wearing the unique black robe of the Knife Wizard, he was pushed to the ground by the priests. His head was placed on the broken pieces of the building, exposing his fragile neck.The Templar Knight on the side raised his sword high, ready to kill.

But the young man had no fear of death.

The happy smile of completing the epic mission appeared on his face. The emotion of continuing the legacy of the White Tower with his own power turned into tears running down his face. He shouted "It's worth it" and then happily Go to death.

Apart from him, there were many people who gave up resistance at the same time, cheered and clapped each other, wiped the blood from each other's faces, and laughed loudly at each other's mistakes and deaths, laughing until their voices became hoarse.

——It’s almost like a hero.

Roland watched, watched, and suddenly burst into tears.

He stared closely at the black-haired young man whose body was separated but was full of smiles, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

Is there a time when I love this world as much...

Just like this, standing in front of the rumbling wheel of history, opening his arms, spitting out a mouthful of bloody spittle, constantly swearing and then being crushed to death.

This made Roland feel that he was a fucking hero before.

"Do I... have such a heroic moment?"

Roland asked himself.

Before discovering the business opportunities of this game, when you devote yourself to it as a player.

So, after I left my sister, did I ever show such a happy smile?

"Ah... of course."

A pair of gentle hands stroked Roland's cheeks, and slowly covered Roland's eyes from behind.

Suddenly, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

— Tick.

The sound of water rang in Roland's ears.

He opened his eyes again, only to find that the surroundings were abnormally dark.

"You're awake."

Esther's voice came from behind him.

"...Ah. It was a nice dream."

Roland responded casually, trying to sit up, but found himself handcuffed to the ground.

Sitting on the ground, leaning on the huge and heavy wooden cross behind him, his hands were spread flat on both sides, bound by black iron chains on both sides of the cross.Roland's feet were also together, and his ankles were tightly wrapped with chains. The other section of the chains was tied to a heavy square lead block.

"……what happened?"

Roland was stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)