quicksilver blood

Chapter 416 Caral

As a believer, the first thing Roland has to do is to believe.

He has to trust his mentor completely, in every sense of the word.If he himself doesn't believe in his mentor, how can he persuade other disciples under his banner?
Looking at the offensive hovering in front of him, Roland smiled slightly.

Bet right.

I really did have a problem with this.

To put it simply, Roland's faith has been shaken.

Even if Roland only believed in the mentor with a thigh-hugging mentality at the beginning, he did firmly believe that the mentor could help him, at least he still believed in the great power of the mentor who slept forever, instead of coming from The power of the mentor as a burden.

Those who hide their beliefs in front of pagans do not dare to fully reveal the power of their mentors. Instead, they treat them as a commodity that needs to be deceived to be sold. This in itself is a considerable degree of abuse. Disrespectful.

Are Faith Mentors Giving You Trouble?Is belief in a mentor a shady thing?

From this point of view, there is actually not much difference between Roland and those anonymous cultists, so the mentor is the evil god of the cult?

If Roland and his mentor's position called for it, Roland would also be dissatisfied with it.

Roland was not as good as Farina back then.As an atheist born and raised in ****, Roland took the wrong script from the very beginning and set his bottom line too low.

Fortunately, it is still too late to repent——

"I praise the teacher! My teacher, my master Nirola, I praise you! I praise you with all my heart!"

When the baptism chant was only halfway through, and the feather had just transformed into a blade, Roland interrupted his chant without warning, turned his head and began to praise the mentor: "My master, my master Nirola, you have the ability Strengthen me. All glory be to you—"

However, the strange thing is that Roland's praise is not any existing prayer, nor is it a new prayer created by Roland, but just pure praise.And Roland clearly interrupted his divine spell, but his divine spell did not cancel, and even the blades of the swords suspended in the air were still shining with stronger and stronger light.

The principle is simple, because although it is not any prayer, it is also a prayer to the teacher.

The teacher once said in the "Teaching": "By faith you are justified, and nothing else."

Those who praise according to prayers cannot say that they do not believe in the teacher; but those who do not pray according to prayers cannot say that they do not believe in the teacher.

Since you say that you are a teacher of faith from the heart; since you say that a teacher can definitely know what everyone thinks, then what difference does it make if you obey the prayers or not?

Thinking of this, Roland's eyes became more and more intense.

The mentor hasn't actively appeared beside Roland for a while. The weakening of this relationship is not because Roland has done less, but because he has done more.Roland's cleverness made him gradually lose the affection of his mentor.

During that time, Roland acted like a true believer, praying, confessing and praising according to the sacred time.But the more those things flow in behavior, the less they will eventually enter the heart.Looking back now, the time when Roland and his mentor were closest was undoubtedly when Roland was preaching in the White Tower.

That's right.Divine spells do require prayer words to be released, but this is essentially a gift from the mentor, not a rigid program with trigger words.

If you have faith in your heart, you don't need to care about the form of expression.Although at the beginning, Roland only found the mentor for the purpose of hugging his thigh, but now, Roland already has some real faith in the mentor.

Roland did not waver in the slightest under the continuous slap of the Grand Duke like a stormy sea.

The silver barrier was like a boundary separating the two worlds. All the attacks of the Grand Duke were absorbed, and the attacks like roaring waves were scattered and completely blocked.

Although he didn't look back, Roland firmly believed that the mentor was standing behind him at this moment, protecting him.

"—May the Lord have mercy on this sad soul!"

Seeing that the Grand Duke had fallen into a stalemate, Roland prayed loudly without hesitation.

At that moment, a jungle of swords rose beside Roland.

All are blades.There are densely packed sword blades, each with the blessing and blessing of the mentor.

There was a gloomy cold light, and a raging holy flame—just a sword that was thousands of times the perfect sword that could take the life of a silver-ranked powerhouse, pointed at the Grand Duke from all directions.The surrounding space was almost too full to hold, and Lilia felt a tingling pain coming from her vision as she watched from the side.

Countless densely packed sword blades overlapped, and that scene was enough to make any intensive phobia sufferer tremble.

In just a split second, the battle situation reversed instantly.

Pointed at by hundreds of thousands of sword blades, the Grand Duke at this moment is like a besieged warrior—or a martyr.

The blades formed from those black feathers stagnated slightly, and then tilted towards the central fire point without hesitation.

In desperation, the Grand Duke had no choice but to try to defend with his unparalleled martial arts.There is no way if you don't defend yourself, the blade burning with the raging holy fire can definitely penetrate your body easily, and the armor of the hurricane is meaningless.

He was in an invisible big hand that was entwined by the hurricane, and he grabbed one of the blades, and the roaring hurricane immediately rushed out of the sword.The Grand Duke chose to use it to attack other sword blades, making up for each other with his own chopping sword.

While being merely held, the dagger that was burning with the white holy flame was also spitting out the holy flame violently. There was a scorching creaking sound from the Grand Duke's palm, but he did not hesitate at all.A person forcibly held on for a moment in the torrential rain formed by countless sword blades.

But his martial arts has limits after all.

That's just a mortal skill, and it can't be used to create miracles.

To be precise, the Grand Duke's smooth defense lasted less than three seconds.Then a blade broke through his backhand, pierced the center of the hurricane, and exploded into a holy flame.Then there were more flaws in the Grand Duke's movements, and more sword blades pierced in.

The hurricane on the Grand Duke's body gradually subsided, and his aura gradually weakened.

Only then could Roland see clearly that the armor on the Archduke's body had been completely removed, leaving a vague human-shaped hole in the center of the empty silver-gray hurricane.

The soul body... How could it be possible to achieve this level only by relying on the instinct stored in the pure soul?

Roland's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly had a good idea.

Perhaps this soul can be repaired... It is also a good choice as a familiar.

He stepped forward, and amidst Lilia's exclamation, he plunged his hand into the hurricane that was weakened a lot but still violent by ordinary people's standards.

His right arm was struggling to explore in the hurricane, and the vision of the soul in his eyes had already been opened.

Finally, Roland put his hand on the forehead of the hollow figure.

"rest in peace……"

As Roland used the baptism chant to the Grand Duke for the second time, his expression became holy, his voice became extremely pure, and the purest holy fire was burning in his eyes.

As Roland prayed in a low voice, the hurricane quickly subsided, and the empty human figure gradually shone with light flowing like mercury, and then gradually solidified.

Roland suddenly felt uneasy.

This is not the process of forming a familiar at all...but it looks a bit like the arrival of a saint.

"...May the Lord forgive me."

"May the Lord watch over you and grant you—"

A clear voice came from in front of Roland.

The next moment, a young knight with pure light shining in his eyes took shape in the light, and introduced word by word under Roland's astonished gaze and the instructor's joyful laughter: "Kalal, the Holy Grail Knight, is ordered by the instructor back to the world—"

"—glory to you, my lord."

(End of this chapter)