quicksilver blood

Chapter 426 The Land of Miracles
After leaving the ground, the Tree of Suffering withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its golden skin lost water at an extremely fast rate, becoming dry and yellow; its golden oak leaves turned to ashes, and the pure white mistletoe wrapped around it quickly became dry and black as if it had been scorched by a flame.

Followers of Twilight who believe in the Higgs have a greater or lesser degree of immortality.Leaving aside the immortality based on the soul, those immortality based on the body basically have the same solution, which is to let them leave the earth completely.

Higgs, as the former father of Gaia and the creator of Gaia's wall, the earth is undoubtedly his home field.As long as his believers stand on the earth, he will continuously provide them with strength.

The easiest way is to strangle them by the throat and drag them away from the ground.After that, we will crack the other immortalities one by one.After all, the immortality of the Twilight followers is far weaker than that of the Twilight followers, and it is much easier to solve than the latter.

Seeing that the Tree of Suffering struggled and quickly withered under Elcardo's grip, Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief.As the alienation on him quickly faded, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

Don't look at Roland as if he didn't do anything, but just summoned Joseph's Holy Spirit.In fact, if Roland hadn't forced himself to go berserk, his personality would definitely not be able to do this if he forcibly dispelled the divine magic blessing at the level of the Temple of Truth at the silver level.

Just like when he faced Bernard before, facing Higgs' disciples, Roland's heart was once again filled with killing intent from his mentor.But this time was a little different from last time.

Maybe it was polluted by Higgs once before, and my heart has become much firmer.This time Roland made his origin go berserk, and faced the infection of the mentor's murderous intent, he didn't lose his mind.Of course, even so, it took a lot of energy for Roland to control his body.

He was more and more sure of the mentor's judgment on some standards.

Take Roland as an example, the more Roland does something that loses his integrity, the happier the instructor will be; the more angry, sad, or full of certain firm and violent emotions, the more excited the instructor will be.On the contrary, when Roland remained calm and had the chance to win, the mentor seemed to be incapable of raising any character.

...It's really bad fun.

Roland sighed deeply.

He once heard that because Aum referred to the characteristics of the dusk when he created the sleeping teacher, the sleeping teacher became the saint closest to the dusk.

Of all the saints, her avatar is the closest to being mortal.Whether it's the executioner with a face full of ecstasy and holding a death instrument, the stooped old gravedigger who always sighs, or the elegant and lazy gravekeeper without facial features, they are all in the image of human beings. appeared.

Even though the three incarnations of the Sleeping Mentor are full of weirdness from a human point of view, compared to the Tree of Kabbalah, which appears as a dendrogram, and the Father of Gaia, who is incarnated by a golden oak surrounded by a giant snake, Or in terms of a covenanter who revealed a golden slate in front of people, she is already the alien that is closest to human beings.

She is also the saint who is most interested in mortals, the only saint who is interested in human poetry, the only saint who asks priests to compose hymns.

Compared to other saints, she is too human.But anyone could see that her humanity was nothing more than an imitation, and that she had an interest in imitating humans was creepy enough.

Watching Joseph's huge human figure gradually disappear into the air, Roland didn't pay attention.All his attention was distracted by another matter.

——When Roland was withdrawing from the state of the angel of death, a strange vision flashed before his eyes.

There seemed to be endless scorching dust flashing past Roland's eyes.Some kind of dim yellow things wrapped in hot wind gathered together, roaring, forming a huge abstract human figure thousands of meters high and reaching the sky.In front of Him, the Tree of Suffering was as insignificant as a child.

However, that illusion only lasted for a moment.Roland could only see clearly that the giant looked a bit like an ascetic with his mouth sewn up.His hands were bound with ropes in front of his chest in prayer, and his long, dusty hair was dancing around.

——At the first moment, Roland thought of the dim yellow human figure that appeared behind him when he was confronting Bernard.

...does this mean something?

Roland realized that this matter seemed to have some special significance.He couldn't help but secretly keep it in mind.

But before that, there are more important things waiting for Roland to solve.

Everything in the City of Fortune should be resolved.

"Elucardo, that's enough... come back."

Roland read softly.

The black-red monster nodded respectfully, threw the tree of suffering on the ground, and retreated.

The vines of the Tree of Passion are dead and reduced to ashes.All that remains is a one-meter-high tree stump and a lignified male head embedded in one-third of it.

The remnant of the Tree of Suffering struggled, wriggling and trembling like a bug, trying to bury itself in the soil again.But that's something it can't do without vines, roots and arms.So it let out a sharp, trembling cry.

It wriggled with difficulty among the countless crosses, and encountered a broken knight's remains.It seemed to have found a paradise, and desperately wanted to pierce itself into it, but it could only vibrate and could do nothing.

"Pathetic monster."

Roland sighed and walked forward slowly.Every time he passed a cross, Roland stopped, prayed for it softly, and then moved on.

Behind him, silver light surged like starlight.Above Roland's head, something transparent flashed away.

The thin figure in a black robe silently pulled out the long sword of the beheader, raised it high, and then dropped it heavily.

One, two, three.

Slag splash.The woody middle-aged man screamed and opened his eyes, meeting Roland's eyes.

The man couldn't help but froze.

But at the next moment, his head was smashed by Roland.Very evenly and meticulously, Roland patiently smashed the whole piece of dead wood into pieces, and the breeze blown by the white butterflies flying in the sky scattered all over the city.

Then, he nailed the Beheader's long sword into the ground, and prayed softly in a voice so small that only he could hear it.

The silver-white holy fire gradually ignited, burning along the sawdust all over the city, burning quietly.The group of white crosses shimmered warmly under the light of the holy fire.

Elcardo, Lilia, and Gaharad watched this scene silently, with solemn faces.

Gaharad took off his helmet and bowed his head in silence with Lilia.

And Elcardo's eyes gleamed with water.There seemed to be another similar figure reflected in her eyes.

In Roland's sight, a system prompt appeared.

【Shut them up (3/4)】

【Twilight Crusade—】

Along with the death of the Tree of Suffering, there's a whole bunch of rewards below.If it was normal, Roland must have shown a smug and happy smile.

But at this moment, Roland's attention was not here at all.

He stared blankly at the city burning with the silver flame.

The silver-white holy flame gradually extinguished.Around the group of crosses, blue, pink, bright yellow, red, white... Countless flowers in different seasons grow from the remains of the tree of suffering, full of vitality.Huge potholes were filled with flowers, and illusory crosses solidified.The city of wealth that was destroyed turned into a wilderness full of vitality in just an instant, as if everything could be started from scratch.

There is no doubt that it must not be what Roland did.

In an instant, the miracle of realizing such a life can only be described as a miracle.

Suddenly, Roland felt someone hug him gently behind him.It was a soft body without the slightest warmth, but it gave Roland a sense of motherly warmth.

Roland's body leaned forward slightly under the impact, and his long black hair fell from his shoulders along his neck, all the way to the ground.

Roland didn't look back.

Because he knew that the person behind him could never be the one he expected.

"Let's go," Roland said suddenly, dissipating the embrace he was embracing like an illusion, "Let's go to Bansa."

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(End of this chapter)