quicksilver blood

Chapter 499 The Distorted Icon
At this time, the atmosphere in the dome cathedral was extremely heavy, almost desperate.

The scenery outside the city can be seen even from here.

Rather, it was in this place closest to Tyre, from this temple raised high by thousands of steps that spiraled like horns, that they could better see the number of their enemies. .

It was noon and the sun was shining.

The black army standing outside the city reflected the cold luster of metal under the scorching sun.Their armor shone with the aura of witchcraft.The heavy armor that has been reduced in weight by enchantment witchcraft and provided with the ability to change temperature is enough to bring them infantry-level mobility, and the hammer and ax in their hands show their identity.

This is the Berserker of Bantha.

The blood of the Bantha people is not suitable for the inaugural berserkers - the Suze people who walk in the knee-high ice and snow all the year round and the mountain people who are naturally strong and agile are the ones who are really suitable for the inaugural berserkers.

However, as a mainstream profession, Berserker is undoubtedly the main force among the main forces in the armies of all countries.

If the army is composed of other professions, it will start to collapse when the casualties reach one-third.If there are wizards and field priests present on the friendly side, this number can be buffered to one half or even two thirds.But if the legion is composed of berserkers, then they cannot be dragged off the battlefield by any means before they are released from madness.

A group of soldiers who defy death will always make the commander happy.If this group of soldiers who are not afraid of death can play a greater role while facilitating training, then no profession is more suitable for entering the arena in the first place than Berserker.At least they can guarantee that they will never be defeated, and they will not turn around and break up the formation of other friendly troops.

But the way of thinking of the Bansa people is different from that of Su Ze and Farajo.

Because the Bantha people always think that they are the most noble race in the world, they have a strange centripetal force.This centripetal force makes them not allow "cannon fodder" or similar concepts to appear on paper.

Every bantha is a warrior.Every bantha soldier is a hero.

Therefore, the previous king of Bantha, who is now the father of Queen Bantha, decided to arm a group of the strongest berserkers in the world.

Bantha had just stolen some incomplete sorcerous traditions from the White Tower.What they got was most of the inheritance of the enchantment system and part of the inheritance of the combat system, and none of the rest.But even so, it's totally enough for Bantha.

The technicians of the military factory were trained by the wizard Wang Li, and urgently learned the simple method of engraving enchantment.Each of them only learned one sorcery, and they didn't know how to use any sorcery except the one they had mastered, but when a group of people got together, they could enchant armor with lightness, strength, insulation, breathability, or temperature change. Simple witchcraft such as magic can also enchant weapons with features such as sharp edge and cutting.

As a result, Bansa has the most luxuriously equipped army in the world.These berserkers, who are only of the black iron rank, are equipped with this level of equipment. After becoming berserk, even within the same rank, it is easy to fight one against five.

And standing opposite these mad dogs was a group of mercenaries wearing hard leather armor with gold trim and holding various weapons.

Behind the mercenaries were a large group of Embers wearing dark red robes, singing weird carols in a low voice.

Gaharad stood in the void, looking down at those people nervously, muttering something softly.

Then he flew directly to the top of the temple, and landed silently behind Roland, who was kneeling in front of the dimly lit icon of Tyre, praying in a low voice.

"Going back to you, Your Majesty. There are about 5 of them," Gaharad said, frowning tightly. "All of them are above the Black Iron Rank... there are at least three digits of those who have reached the Silver Rank."

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have a heart, his heart would probably have started beating nervously by now.

Can't stand him not being nervous.

Fifty thousand people were dispatched on the opposite side to encircle and suppress Frankfurt-but in fact, the whole of Frankfurt added up to less than 5 people.

Moreover, now Tire's priests have almost completely lost the ability to cast divine spells, so it can be said that they are completely useless.It's no different than trash.

But Roland didn't panic at all.

He didn't look back, but asked softly, "That means, this is their main force, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Now all the mercenaries of the God of Contract and most of Bantha's main infantry regiment are concentrated here - if they cooperate sincerely, they can even directly flatten the entire Karal."

Gahalad sighed and suggested hesitantly: "Your Majesty Roland... In an siege of this scale, it is an honor to successfully escape."

"Oh? Is that what you think?"

"That's right, Your Majesty. If you open the Netherland Barrier, I can temporarily recall my former body. If I use all my strength, I can probably lead you to break up a battle group of a thousand people."

Gahalad said calmly: "After all, I am only a heroic spirit. Even if I return to the kingdom of the mentor, I can be summoned back by you again..."

"Who do you think I am, Gahalad?"

Roland's voice did not fluctuate: "Forcibly resurrected to the world without the permission of the scepter? Who gave you the right? Are you not afraid of being accused of being thrown into the doomsday furnace by the angel of death?"

"but……"

Gahalad was speechless for a moment.

Only then did he realize that the silver-haired boy kneeling in front of the holy image with his back turned to him was himself a chosen one of the Eternal Sleeping Mentor.

Anyone can break the law of life and death, but he alone will not.For He is the Law of the Teacher itself.

"—But if you don't, you might die!"

Gaharad yelled hoarsely, and knelt on the ground without hesitation.The metal armor on his knees made a harsh friction sound on the ground: "I beg you to give me a favor, so that I can once again bathe in the world of the living, even for an hour—"

"No. Without authority, I have no right to give you extra-judicial mercy."

Roland closed his eyes and replied flatly.

"His Majesty……!"

"All right, Gaharad."

Probably because he really couldn't bear it, Roland sighed softly: "Open your eyes and see, who am I kneeling down to?"

Isn't that Tyre?Who else?
Gaharad paused for a moment, then looked at the golden figure holding a sharp sword...

--wrong!
Gaharad's pupils shrank instantly.

Although the back view is still Tire and there is no difference in figure, the posture of the front icon has changed.

Originally, Tire's icon slightly raised the cross sword with one hand, pointing forward.But now, the cross sword has become a cross that is one size smaller.The posture of the icon has also changed into a prayer, with both hands holding the long handle of the cross at the same time.

More importantly, the face of the icon turned into Roland's face at some point!

"So, I'll ask you again... Gahalad, who do you think I am?"

Roland's voice was indifferent, and he turned his head slightly, staring at Gaharad.

Only then did Gaharad notice that Roland's emerald green pupils were densely filled with silver-gray runes.Just looking directly at the rune would make Gahalad's heart tremble violently.

"Where do you think the charism of those pastors has gone? Who do you think they believe in now?"

Roland's voice was filled with repeated echoes, making it appear more and more illusory: "Why do you think the power of their divine arts didn't drop immediately after Tire's fall?"

"Gahrad, I am here to show you a miracle."

(End of this chapter)