quicksilver blood

Chapter 415 Believe in God Monster
The more scorching hurricane was twisted into a bundle, leaning on the blade of the Grand Duke.

The poisonous fire that flowed like silver-gray bone marrow was extinguished by an inexplicable force—the next moment, a violent scorching storm swirled around the Grand Duke at high speed, and the figure that had become clear inside disappeared again indistinctly. In the eye of the wind.

Compared with snakes and loopholes, it is more like a huge drill bit formed by a hurricane and nailed to the ground.

Not only was the ground cracked by the pressure, but the entire ground seemed to be shaking.As if standing near a drill bit at a construction site, Roland could only feel the ground under his feet trembling at an increasingly intense frequency.

Finally, after the pressure reached a critical point, the ground burst open with a bang.In an instant, with the Grand Duke as the center, dense cracks like spider webs burst open on the ground, and the cracks became deeper and the number continued to increase every second!
Under the violent shaking that seemed to come from the center of the earth, many fine dust and gravels on the ground vibrated at high frequencies like sand on the drum beating madly, floating in the air in a vague manner.

But just for a moment, the floating earth and rocks were swept away by the blowing wind, and together with the scattered poisonous fire, they were sucked into the silver-gray whirling hurricane.The hurricane restrained by the Grand Duke's power is like a chainsaw thrown into crushed sand, vibrating strongly and making disturbing and piercing sounds.

Before this chilling scene, Roland took a deep breath.Instead, a frenzied smile appeared on his face.

no doubt.It was a smile that only lunatics have.

That is the smile of the lunatic when he faces a building that is about to collapse and a bridge that is about to be bombed.It doesn't matter if you are on it.

It doesn't matter even if the Grand Duke's sword is about to tear him apart in the next moment.

He shouted loudly: "Never forget to chant, never forget to pray, never forget to sleep forever!"

"Appoint me, learn from me, obey me—rest in my hands!"

At this moment, the Grand Duke's blade finally completely tore through the hurricane, and stabbed straight at Roland.

However, Roland did not intend to avoid it in the slightest.He kept praying incessantly, and the silver-white sacred flames ignited in his eyes.The light spots behind him condensed into black crystal-like feathers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they rushed forward at a speed that made people feel a strong sense of disobedience. The blade stopped it in the air.

It looks as pure and delicate as black crystal, but still has a trace of soft feathers, like countless fine steel brushes, which firmly held the Grand Duke's blade in place, and a lot of sparks emerged.

A steady stream of divine grace poured in from Roland, and those black crystal-like feathers became sharper and stronger.

But even so, the blade could still be seen gradually slipping from the gaps in the feathers, and then pulled out with a flick of a brush.

The next moment, as the Grand Duke took a step forward, the berserk hurricane suddenly burst in all directions.Roland felt suffocated at that moment, his body felt a very strong backward thrust, and he almost lost his balance and flew backwards.

Is the fury before ashes a hurricane...

Such an idea vaguely appeared in Roland's mind, but he didn't have time to think too much.Even though Roland stabilized his body, the Grand Duke's attack had already arrived at this moment.

Without being countered, the blade struck with a manic hurricane, as if wielding a huge stick.

Roland raised the blade subconsciously to block the Duke's assault, but then his blade was deflected sideways by the hurricane spinning in one direction.

After that, the Grand Duke took a firm step forward, and the manic hurricane swept through, finally pushing Roland back.

Although it was only repelled by more than one meter and less than two meters, when Roland was still sliding backwards and had not regained control of his center of gravity, the Grand Duke's jump and chop had already arrived!

With the consciousness of splitting the sky and the earth together, the silver-gray hurricane piercing the sky and the earth condensed into a pillar, and smashed down heavily!
However, Roland didn't have the slightest intention to dodge.

He has come to his senses—

Yes.It is too arrogant to think of easily defeating the Grand Duke who has not been transformed from ashes, without using real strength, just using the real silver-level combat power in the ordinary sense, and his own combat experience.

Roland is not a real genius.Even if he has the experience of fighting against the dusk, it is after all in the game.What's more, adding up all his combat experience in the game, it doesn't exceed ten years.

Think about those swords of glory who have advanced to the Throat of Champions, those stalkers who have obtained the shadow warrior profession, and those real weapon masters, which one has not experienced more than ten years of experience when they advanced to silver?

The "Living Armor" who attacked silently before Roland's eyes was a warrior who had lived on the battlefield all his life, an executioner, and a hero admired by others.The people he killed in his life may be more than the people Roland has seen.

So, what exactly is Roland relying on to be so superior that he tries to defeat the opponent with his strengths and his own weaknesses?Is it because of the rank of "no more than a silver rank"?
Do not make jokes.Roland himself is a model of leapfrog killing, so why can't others have such an ability?

Almost all of Roland's power at this moment comes from the mentor, the system, and his own foresight.It would be too much to show off other "combat experience" or magical manipulation skills as advantages.

Now Roland has calmed down.After that, he couldn't help but thank the Grand Duke.

Without his persecution, Roland would not have realized that he had begun to get carried away.

He is a priest.He is the Pope of the Holy One and the only spokesman for the Sleeping Mentor.

His every move represents the face of the mentor.

Fear of becoming a monster or something, worrying that this will make people alienate themselves, such a cowardly psychology should not have appeared from the beginning.

He is the Pope, he is no longer that ordinary man.There is no need to act cautiously, but to act like thunder.

What Roland has to do is not to let the gods know that the saint has returned.Once they become vigilant and choose to hide their followers in the deep mountains, Roland will be in big trouble.

Only when the vast majority of people lose their belief in the gods will they be unable to resist the test of the Wall of Aum and be banished to the ground.Roland didn't have the time to search them bit by bit. The most correct solution was to let the situation start to collapse before they realized something was wrong.

In other words, the only place where Roland is restrained is under the eyelids of the gods.Caral and the White Tower are generally places that the gods cannot see. Even if Roland makes his cornerstone elements go berserk, he will have no problem incarnating into an angel of death.

Because Roland is the pope.

It is a monster that believes in God.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Roland's mind, and an increasingly violent fighting spirit surged from his chest.

The Grand Duke is a boss, and Roland is also a boss; the Grand Duke is a silver rank, and Roland is also a silver rank.Well, since the Grand Duke has started to go berserk...

A trace of emerald green flashed in Roland's eyes, which overwhelmed the burning holy flame in an instant.

Looking at the huge blade wrapped in the hurricane that was about to split him into pieces, Roland didn't even blink his eyes, but just stood there and shouted in an almost hysterical voice: "Your sin will be oiled and marked——"

"Ah……"

Soft and lazy laughter came from behind Roland.

"That's it. That's what makes a good boy."

Accompanied by the joyful voice of the mentor whom he had not seen for a long time, the silver barrier quietly rose at the place where the Grand Duke's blade fell.Absorb the strength of the blade completely.

(End of this chapter)