quicksilver blood

Chapter 250 The Inexplicable Attack

The dark airtight basement is full of decaying atmosphere.

The fermented smell of damp and rotting wood mixed with the smell of mold and dust in the stale air.

Roland leaned halfway on the cross behind him, slightly relaxed his arms tied to it, and adjusted his sitting posture slightly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved in pleasure.Resting his head on the cross behind him, he looked down at the air in front of him.

As if he was not a prisoner, but the warden holding a steel whip—Roland looked down at the darkness in front of him with a condescending attitude.

When Est left before, the strange black shadow that appeared on the wall was not ignored by Roland.

"……Ah."

Suddenly, Roland cracked the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

The darkness around him squirmed.A stench came from the wind.

Roland did not panic at all, but took a deep breath.

—It was the fishy smell of dead fish, mixed with the stench of carrion.

"Got you……"

As if a death sentence was pronounced, Roland read softly.

In an instant, silver-white flames emerged from Roland's forehead, burning something on Roland's skin like a carving knife and writing something quickly.Mercury-like runes appeared on his forehead, intertwined to form thorn-like patterns.

Suddenly, the surrounding black mist seemed to be irritated by Roland.The viscous black liquid condensed into whips and sharp blades, stabbing Roland from all directions!

"--roll!"

Roland shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder.

When the black mud approached Roland to a limit, a hallucinatory fuzzy silver halo suddenly appeared on Roland's body.

The silver halo is like a real barrier.The black mud suddenly stagnated in the air for an instant.

Then, in the crackling silver lightning, the black mud suspended in the air was suddenly ejected back.

When the black mud was ejected away from Roland, the light on Roland's body weakened.

The moment the black mud was hit by the electric light, it lost its activity.It fell to the ground like a real lump of sludge, and exploded on the ground in a direction away from Roland.

That's not magic.It is the shelter of the mentor's power.

After Roland reached the Silver Step, his soul was undergoing a mutation.

If it is an ordinary priest, now will be the first time they can communicate with the gods.

It is conceivable how close Roland is to his mentor.

Now no matter who tries to attack Roland, he will be counterattacked by the surging divine power wrapped around Roland.

And just the passive counterattack on Roland's body beat the opponent unconscious - there is only one possibility, that is, Roland's power just restrained this invisible aggregate of black mud.

In other words, the opponent is either an undead, or a dead person, or a twilight species.

Considering that he was in the White Tower at this moment, and taking into account the viscous malice of the other party and the hatred that gradually began to boil in Roland's heart, the correct answer was ready to come out.

It's an evening species.

To be precise, it is the Twilight Familiars, the enemy of Kabbalah——Edward.

"What kind of courage made you approach a mourner? Do you think I'm still that trainee mourner?"

Roland sneered, and a gloomy atmosphere gradually rose around him.

From where Roland touched the ground, the ground gradually froze into ice while making a rattling sound.

Roland pulled out a murderous cold smile on his face.

No matter what, the urge to kill the opponent gradually rose in Roland's heart.

"Want to kill me? Want to kill me before I become the Death Crow?"

Roland's voice seemed to come from hell, wrapped in a sudden whirlwind of frosty white wind, whizzing away in all directions.

In just a moment, the black mud was covered with frosty white traces.But nothing happened, as if what was frozen by Roland at this moment was just real sludge.

It's like the priests of Tyre get inexplicably furious when they see injustice.Unlike the Templars, the gods will not only accept priests of a certain camp, no matter how great the gods are, there will be priests who bluff and deceive all kinds of evil under his banner.

However, when the priest's divine power becomes purer, his soul essence will become closer and closer to the gods.And the grace flowing in the blood will also bring the god's preferences to the priest.

At this moment, Roland faced the Twilight Seed, the disgust from his own experience, the disgust from the soul that had begun to mutate, and the disgust from the silver-gray divine grace flowing all over his body merged into one at this moment.

Just like in the Tomb of Thousand Heads before, the silver-gray light in Roland's eyes gradually shone.

His voice suddenly increased: "Aren't you answering? Playing dead? Want to sneak attack?"

"—want to die once? Edward!"

Before the words were finished, the cold wind around Roland was blowing more and more bitterly.

The temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the black mud was frozen and cracked instantly.And at this moment, the frost-white cold wind that really came from hell that emerged beside Roland has already emerged in the air.

Just as Roland said before, the black mud jumped up suddenly before being hit by the frost-white cold wind, condensed into a human shape in the air, and retreated again and again.

Roland did not give up the attack.

Ice picks that were more than half a meter tall and as thick as a baby's little finger continued to protrude from the ground, and the man who had just emerged from the black mud struggled to dodge in a small space.

But Roland was extremely relaxed at the moment.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and leaned motionless on the cross behind him, putting all his weight on it, with a relaxed expression.If it weren't for the mercury-like calm and flowing murderous intent that could be seen in his slightly squinted eyes, some people would think that Roland had fallen asleep.

On the other side, Edward's dodge became more and more difficult.

This basement is only ten square meters in size.Even if Edward can fly, ice spikes will continue to grow on the ice spikes.And Edward didn't dare to approach Roland, who was undergoing a soul change.Failure is only a matter of time.

Twice before, he wanted to test the counterattack distance and power of the divine power around Roland, but he was accidentally touched twice by the silver lightning on Roland's body.

The result was a small silvery spiderweb-like fragmentation mark on his left leg and left shoulder.

Not only is it impossible to exert strength, it is even impossible to change back into black mud out of human form.

Finally, because of the shattered silver on his left leg, his dodging movement was suddenly stuck.All of a sudden, his right foot was pierced by three ice spikes at the same time.

The next moment, he was dragged to the ground in embarrassment.At the same time, the bend of his right leg, the instep of his right foot, the knee of his left leg, his kidney, and his liver were pierced by large ice picks.

His entire lower body was firmly nailed to the ground by ice spikes.

"...Ah, Your Excellency Roland, it's the first time we meet. It seems that I came here recklessly. I didn't expect you to grow up so fast."

As if he didn't feel any pain or hurt, Edward turned around with a smile, and greeted Roland warmly as if he was a friend he hadn't seen for many years: "I remember it's only half a month. At the time of the first tomb, it was obviously only a trainee class."

That's really looking back.His neck twisted more than 180 degrees, turning from the side farther from Roland.

—a creepy smile.

"Are you here to kill me?"

"That's right. If you don't kill you earlier, it will be bad if you grow up."

Edward replied with a wry smile: "But now it seems that it is a bit late?"

"Huh... do you think I'll believe it? Such a stupid reason."

But Roland smiled softly, as if he was a child watching a clown performance.His low voice, which was full of murderous intent, gradually became clearer.

The murderous intent in his eyes gradually disappeared.The clean air that was boiling around him before gradually calmed down, completely purifying the dusty ground around Roland.

"Nice to meet you, Edward Crowley."

Roland did not open his eyes, but simply closed them and leaned against the cross behind him.

His speaking speed became slower and clearer, as if freezing time together: "No, the enemy of Kabbalah—"

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Plot branch——

A) "——RIP."

B) "I can spare your life."

(End of this chapter)