quicksilver blood

Chapter 449 Misleading and Confused

Roland's roar slowly rolled away in the sky. The rumbling noise made people's ears numb, and they couldn't hear anything for a while.

Maybe it's because Roland is too intimidating.For a while, apart from Roland's echo, no other voices could be heard.

"The priest of Tire! You are the one who committed the heinous crime!"

After a brief silence, furious waves of divine power surged out of the temple: "You are pushing Bansa into a vortex of chaos—"

With his roar, a huge phantom with a height of more than ten meters emerged above the temple.

It was a young man holding a curler in his left hand and a long sword in his right, with thin cheeks, thin lips, and single-rimmed golden glasses.His almost ruthless eyes looked down, staring at Roland closely, expressionless and solemn.

But it’s no better than not knowing—at this moment, the guards of order present were embarrassed to find that although in terms of size, La’s phantom was much larger than Roland’s flame figure, under the violent fluctuations of Roland’s holy flame, that phantom The shadow was already faltering.

Even with the backing of the temple, it is still an overwhelming disadvantage.

This is not a level of battle at all - as a bishop, he is already a silver-ranked powerhouse.Even if you look at the entire bantha, he can be ranked in the top [-].

But even with the help of the temple as a backing to supplement the divine favor, he was still vulnerable to defeat in the initial confrontation.

At that time, fear had already welled up in his heart.But since he has already torn his face, if he stops at this time, it will be looked down upon.

So now he can only hold on forcibly, and dare not take the initiative to provoke.Otherwise, if Roland was slapped in the face, he might not even be able to become a bishop in the countryside near the border.

However, even if he intended to deal with it in silence, Roland insisted: "Just argue! I'm right here, let your god judge me!"

"Evidently the plague is approaching, but you still want to blindfold people and lead them to fall to the cliff. May Tire open his eyes! May Tire burn the unrighteous people to death under the fire of the sun with raging fire—"

"That's because—"

Just as the bishop was about to explain, his voice was once again covered by Roland.

Roland's prayers and reprimands attracted the attention of the whole city.The dense golden holy light from the sky above his head shone on his head all the time.It was sunlight gathered by the holy fire.In addition, the whole city was dimmed, so Roland looked even more dazzling.

"Because of Tire's mercy, let the morning light come to us from on high, to enlighten those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and lead our feet to the way of safety. We will praise Tire!"

In contrast to Roland, who was becoming more and more shining, and finally almost brilliant, the bishop's blurred phantom could not be found unless he looked carefully.Those passers-by who didn't understand the matter at all just took a look at it, and subconsciously lowered their evaluation of the God of Contract by a few points.

Compared with Tire's mighty power, Ra is really too weak.

In a place far away from the temple, someone was moved by Tyre's miracle, bowed down to Roland, and chanted in a low voice.

This is Bansa after all.Where the sun rises.

Even though this city does not have a temple of Tyre, compared with the god of contract whose main force is concentrated in Titan, the share of Tire's believers is still overwhelming.

Even if there is no temple, even if public worship is not allowed, ordinary people in Bansa will still set up simple altars in their homes to worship every day.

He is the glory of Bantha.It is a source of pride for the bantha people.

Even the Guardians of Order, who were devout disciples of Ra, did not dare to show disrespect to Tyre.

As people prayed to Tyre, the temple of Ra dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.Roland's voice was like thunder, rumbling in the sky: "All peoples! Clap your hands and shout to Tyre with a triumphant voice!"

Then someone in the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All glory goes to Tire!"

Although it was sparse, Roland seemed to have received something, and a more brilliant light shone.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to start to melt, flowing slowly.The dividing line between heaven and earth became blurred.

Everything turned into a dazzling golden color, too bright to make it difficult to distinguish north from south.

"When the sun rises, we are greeted with a cry; when Tyre rises, we are greeted with the sound of a trumpet."

"All peoples! Clap your hands and sing praises to God!"

Although no trumpets sounded, the frenzied people clapped their hands and sang hymns loudly.

More people knelt down and prayed to Roland.

At this moment, the temple finally completely darkened.The phantom of Ra finally looked down in disgust, and then dissipated into the air.

His bishop trembled all over his body, kneeling in front of the lost brilliance of the statue, the divine grace on his body was rapidly drained, and his face, which originally looked only five or sixty years old, was rapidly aging.

His god has completely removed his gaze from here, no longer responding to his cries and appeals.This is no longer a temple, and the sanctity on it is even worse than the altars built by believers themselves.

His god has forsaken him who brought him insult.

"Obviously it's you... I did everything you said..."

The old bishop knelt on the ground, and his hoarse and old voice sounded intermittently.

His heart was full of sorrow and bewilderment.He didn't know what he did wrong until he died.

Blocking the news of the plague, quickly executing all infected people, and establishing a quarantine zone-this is the result determined by the gods at the meeting.

At that meeting, Tire was suspected to have fallen and was absent from the meeting, and even Sivir was not present due to inexplicable reasons.Yet the course determined by the other gods is undeniably correct.

If the news of the plague is allowed to spread and people flee in panic, it will make the plague even more difficult to prevent.If the news of the plague is announced, there is no doubt that Bansa will fall into unprecedented chaos.

Bansa originally stood at the critical point of the balance between royal power and divine power. This chaos will undoubtedly break this balance and bring about chaos with more long-term effects.

Until now, he didn't even know who the bishop of Tyre was from outside—the divine grace burning in that man's body was enough to fill five temples of average size.If a sacred fire of that scale is on an altar, it can even summon permanent miracles.

——Could it be that Jupiter IV himself came?
The old bishop undoubtedly regretted it.

But he couldn't do anything.

…No, at least one thing he can do.

The old bishop firmly held the holy emblem of the golden scales on his chest, put it near his mouth and released the last divine spell, allowing it to pierce his hand, and left a few key messages before he died.

"Listen... anyone who hears this will know that you are a devout follower of Ra... then please spread the word to the bantha gods—"

An increasingly old and feeble voice sounded: "Tayer is back... we are the traitors... don't beg for forgiveness... act first... kill, him..."

After all, the old bishop's pupils suddenly shrank to the limit, and then began to slowly expand.

Then, very in line with the timing, the once-a-day magic of the Sun Domain on Roland's ring finally came down.

Scorching fire fell from the sky, and the temple of the God of Contract was completely ignited immediately.A strong magical atmosphere of the sun domain filled the air.

(End of this chapter)