quicksilver blood

Chapter 492 The End of the Druids
"Praise the Master! Praise Death!"

A rough man with a bird's beak mask slanted laughed, took a swig of wine, and roared loudly: "Chop off their heads! Crush their bones! Let this group of bastards be grateful to Dade's dead ball!"

"Praise the Master, praise death—"

Behind him, the black-clothed soldiers with the same beak mask praised their mentor loudly and took a step forward at the same time.

Countless vines, dark green sharp leaves, high-heat beams and colorful powders all came to these crows at the same time.

But in front of them, one after another silver-gray ripples like water waves quietly unfolded, and all these things were intercepted without exception. Mercury-like flames emerged in the void, burning them up quickly, without letting them have any effect .

The strong vines, withered black roots, and bloodthirsty vines that frantically fought against the whipping were useless even if they were blessed to resist high temperatures.Although the silver-white flame has a deadly high temperature, it is not affected by resistance to high temperature at all.

What's even more frightening is that not only the vines were burned, but the silver-gray flames burned all the way back without any reason at all.The moment some unprepared druids were touched by the silver-gray flames, the flames suddenly became violent, and the temperature increased several times. Even the people around them would be burned or spontaneously ignited. The sound was burnt to gray embers in an instant, not even a human figure was left.

Even if they cut off the vines and roots, the flames would still spread and burn on the surrounding trees and ground, as if the spirits on the ground had been ignited.

The silver-gray flame spread quietly on the ground, one by one the ancient trees were ignited, and the silver-gray flame engulfed the ancient trees like a huge mouth rising from the ground.

The miraculous thing is that these flames do no harm to any life without will.They quietly crouched on the trees, almost solidified, and dyed the whole tree silvery white to protect them from the high temperature.From a distance, it looks like a sculpture made of silver.

The silver-white flame advanced slowly, slowly but unstoppably.

Opposite them, the faces of the druids hiding in the forest suddenly turned paler.

"No! I can't beat it!"

"——My Gaia!"

Feeling the pressure brought by the death crows that are gradually advancing, feeling the increasingly scorching air, and seeing the death crows twisted and deformed like demons in the transpiring and distorted air, some druids finally collapsed .

They wept and wailed, completely giving up resistance, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

Amidst their wailing, the morale of the druids around them was shaken quickly.

"Shall we surrender? As long as we add—"

Half of the face of a tear-stained, hopeful girl was suddenly gnawed off by a vine that jumped up from the ground like a giant python.She lost her life without even feeling the pain, and fell to the ground powerlessly on her back.Only half of her brain and blood gushed out together, several vines swarmed up, tore up her body and devoured it.

"We have no way out." Sighing, an old voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Several old men with solemn faces walked over from behind.They wore the most solemn robes of white with gold trim, held golden sickles, and wore golden rings with gems on their heads.

While seeing their outfits, some older druids covered their mouths with tears in their eyes.

It is the most solemn costume of the Archdruids, and is only worn during solemn ceremonies.In normal times, they must be stored very carefully. Let alone in wartime, they are not allowed to be worn casually even in ordinary ceremonies.

When they put on such clothes at this time, the meaning contained in them was already very clear.

They cannot choose whether to live or die, but at least they can choose what clothes they wear when they die in battle.

"Don't let them look down!"

An elder leaned on his own golden sickle, and roared in an old voice trembling with anger: "Death must be done with dignity! Let future generations be amazed!"

"But will we have descendants?"

Someone murmured almost in despair.

Suddenly, the surrounding fell into silence again.

"We... have one last solution."

An arch druid spoke softly with a hoarse voice, and gathered the eyes of everyone around him.

His ash-like eyes stand out in the dark woodland.

He murmured and repeated: "Yes, the last way...we have no choice."

"a ha ha ha!"

Seeing that no new magical spells had been launched from the woodland for a long time, the rough man laughed and took another big gulp of wine.

"Praise the mentor! They gave up resistance!"

He shouted, screaming almost dancing: "Break their bones! Pick out their eyes! Cut their throats - tell me, what are you going to say to them!"

"Rest in peace! Rest in peace! Rest in peace!"

Behind him, everyone prayed loudly at the same time.

Under the effect of the baptism chant, the silver cross in their hands suddenly turned into a plain silver-gray cross sword.Then a silver-gray flame burned blazingly on it.

"Praise death!"

The second time, the man roared.The sound of roaring like a dragon shook the leaves, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

"In praise of death—"

The people followed his call, shouting louder and louder.

The man's name was Tradar.Before he was influenced by Bishop Kakarite, he was once a warlord whose hands were stained with the blood of countless people, and even a criminal who committed the crime of murder and was imprisoned.

When he was inspired, he was moved by the pure death hidden behind the silver-white life, and swore bitterly that he would dedicate everything to his mentor.

Thus, he became a martyr who could burn his own life for strength.As a person who doesn't care about his own life at all, he surpassed his previous limit in just half a week, and advanced to the silver level with the profession of a martyr.

A person who has no meaning to live is terrible, but a person who believes in death, worships death, and even yearns for death is even more terrifying.

Just looking into his eyes is enough to make a timid person unable to move with fear.

At this time, Tradal grinned grinningly, and roared from the bottom of his heart in a hoarse and blood-filled voice: "Praise the teacher——"

"——Praise the mentor!!"

Under the shout of the warlord, the minds of the crows almost went blank. They screamed and clenched their long swords.

The buttons for maintaining sanity and fanaticism, timidity and fury were reversed by the warlord, and the blood that was so excited that it entered the boil poured into their veins, and the uncontrollable killing intent and fighting intent surged out.

"Drink ah ah ah ah—"

He roared like a wild beast, clenched the wine bottle tightly, and charged forward with a long sword.Then the dead crows charged towards the woods, and the flame crawling slowly on the ground suddenly raised its head——

Layers of halos exploded at the man's feet like lotus flowers.

The pale frenzy in his eyes was burning violently with his own life.

However, at this moment, Tradar suddenly felt an inexplicable crisis.

Without warning, the woods in front of his eyes suddenly exploded, and a huge orange fireball fell from the sky, hitting the hiding place of the druids, and large tracts of trees were turned into ashes, flying around in the wind .

The violent shock wave threw Tradar directly away, and he stopped only after hitting a tree dyed silver-white by the holy fire.

He coughed twice suddenly, only to feel a golden star in front of his eyes, and his left hand, which touched the ground first, was bent unnaturally.

"My mentor... what happened?"

In Tradar's suddenly constricted pupils, a person with burning flames and dark red ashes constantly floating from his body was slowly walking towards him.

The clothes on them were not completely burned.The corners of some druid robes can be vaguely seen.

"what……"

Facing the increasingly scorching air, he was numb from the impact, and Tradar, who couldn't even stand up, showed a mocking smile.

He only knows one thing.

Whatever these flaming monsters are, they're definitely not druids.

Today, right now, the end has come for the Druids.

(End of this chapter)