quicksilver blood

Chapter 501 In the name of Roland

The air was gurgling and boiling, and something invisible and intangible erupted on Roland's body.

Centered on Roland, layers of thin silver-gray lines emerged in the void.

It's like a scene where roses are in full bloom - the lines formed by the folded silver-gray arcs condense into petal-like shapes in the air.

Silver-gray light bloomed from Roland's body, flickering on and off like breathing, becoming more and more dazzling, as if Roland's whole body had become a living sun walking on the ground——

That is definitely not a posture that humans can have.

The rich divine grace overflowing from Roland's body dyed the sky and the earth silvery white, and even the air became swollen and viscous because of it.

Even wearing armor, people can feel the scorching hot air.Just like being in a furnace, just breathing the scorching air makes your nose sour.Dry and scalding air is poured into the trachea, bringing severe pain like torture.

The scorching heat wave rushed towards my face, and I couldn't open my eyes at all.And even if they closed their eyes, it was useless, the strong light seemed to be able to penetrate the eyelids.People had to stretch out their hands to cover their eyes, and walked with their heads down, not daring to look directly at Roland's posture at this time.

At the same time, their exposed skin quickly becomes dry and dehydrated, and their hair loses its luster and becomes dry.The skin exposed to the direct light was even hot and red, as if scalded by steam.

The idea of ​​taking the opportunity to attack Roland never crossed their minds.

Even if he took a step forward, he could clearly feel the scorching heat in the air multiplying, and the speed at which he lost water suddenly accelerated.Just three steps forward, the scorching air was enough to make the cloth on their bodies emit faint black smoke.

If he really wanted to attack Roland, he might be burned to ashes if he couldn't reach him.

Even the ashes dare not let the pure holy light fall on themselves.They turned their backs directly, and accidentally, the entire face of the person exposed to the holy light was already scorched black, and even the snow-white bones were exposed.

"Sinners, you should repent!"

At this moment, a rumbling sound like thunder resounded in the air.

However, at this time the coalition forces no longer listened to the loud prayers in the sky as comfortably as they did at the beginning.

After feeling the lethality of the surging silver-white light, they couldn't help but have a question in their hearts:
No...it's really going to fail, right?
Although they denied such an idea immediately, such doubts had already been buried in their hearts, and grew rapidly with Roland's power——

"You should repent! Because you are in great trouble! You and this generation are in great trouble!"

Roland prayed loudly.More burning light surged through him.

"When I see you conquering each other with swords, and stabbing the king's back with daggers, I know that woe is to you all!"

Amidst Roland's thunderous voice, the people retreated hastily.Fear used sound as a medium to pour into their blood vessels from their ears, making their heartbeats become more and more intense.

Their fingers were trembling, their legs were cold and weak.

At this time, Roland was like the sun setting on the ground.

The ground became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, cracks spread from Roland's feet, and the air became distorted.

Miraculously, that light seems to only have lethality to people outside the city.

The people in the city seemed to be able to clearly see the battlefield filled with scorching light. As the people gradually retreated, their cheers became more frenzied and intense.

In the city, many people had shed tears, knelt on the ground and sobbed, chanting Tire's name.Others were screaming and cheering, hugging and kissing everyone around them.

The pope's expression at this moment has become extremely bad.

His face was gloomy, and he looked at Roland displeased.

"Master Marco, I'll deal with it first. The bastard pope still has a few brushes."

Finally, he couldn't help but said to the bald man beside him: "After all, he is not at the same level as these people."

"Well, you might as well try it."

I don't know which point I recognized, Marco agreed.

The old pope nodded lightly, and then walked out from behind the crowd.

As he walked, he said softly, "Look, my lord—"

An old and majestic voice resounded in the air for no reason.

Without warning, the phantom of a huge golden balance appeared in the air.

"—A mere mortal, how dare to make judgments arbitrarily!"

Amidst the roar of the old pope, a dark golden beam of light dozens of meters thick shone from one end of the balance like a thunderbolt, and struck Roland directly.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to lose its voice.

The next moment, an unimaginable loud noise rang out.

The shock wave alone set off the entire ground, breaking pieces of the ground and being thrown into the air.

Dust and gravel directly buried Roland.The violent golden electric light penetrated Roland's position and poured into the ground, and the deeper ground cracked layer by layer, and Roland's position continued to collapse downwards.Even in the city, one could feel the violent tremor of the ground, and the broken rocks falling from the city wall bounced at high speed.

Let alone mere human beings.Even a giant dragon will be beaten to the brink of death by this blow.Even Jupiter IV, if caught off guard by a surprise attack, would be directly evaporated.

However, just when the old pope was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Roland's voice sounded in the air again:
"You mean, a mere mortal?"

In the dust and gravel, the silver-gray light danced restlessly.

"I praise the Master! I hereby seek her justice."

"And you have to agree, Gao claims to be—"

As Roland prayed, the silver-gray luster exploded, revealing Roland who was unharmed.

Roland raised his head and slowly looked at the Pope La who was hiding in the crowd.

There is no error.The eyes that became emotionless looked in a certain direction without hesitation.

For a moment, the fear of being targeted by something indescribable was suddenly born in the heart of the old Pope.

"No... this is..."

He murmured, and couldn't help taking a step back.

But before he finished speaking, Roland slammed down the last prayer!

"—This world has no words to listen to! You should just bow down and listen to the teachings until you sleep forever!"

The silver-gray light spread rapidly at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and spread directly from Roland's feet to the old Pope's feet.

Quicksilver-like tentacles sprang out of the light without warning, and the tip was like an awl, piercing the old pope's throat directly!

The tentacle's attack speed was like lightning, the old pope had clearly seen it, but his body couldn't avoid it.

He is old after all.

But even though his throat was pierced and his cervical spine was pierced, the old Pope did not die on the spot.

I saw his body quickly blurred, turning into pure holy light in the blink of an eye.

However, at the moment when he turned into the holy light, several illusory chains once again locked his spiritual body firmly from the depths of the light.

The next moment, Roland appeared in front of him without a sound, and grabbed the old pope's forehead.

From his previous position to the old Pope's place, everyone froze, and gradually turned into mercury dripping on the ground, melting into the halo at Roland's feet.

A palm-length silver-gray short sickle stretched out from Roland's chest soundlessly, and hung gently on the neck of the old Pope's spiritual body.

"You mean, a mere mortal?"

Roland repeated.

The emerald green pupils filled with runes stared straight at the old pope, and snake-like scales gradually emerged on Roland's cheeks and then faded.The two silver-white spiral wings behind him slowly rotated, constantly drawing power from the void.

Before he could answer, the tip of the sickle sank directly into the old Pope's neck.

The pain as if his soul was being drawn away made his spirit body fluctuate violently, and the silver-gray crystals with golden brilliance were slowly wrapped around the tip of the sickle like silk.

Afterwards, the sickle was gradually retracted, and the old pope's soul fragments and all his divine grace were taken by the sickle and submerged into Roland's body.

In an instant, the pale golden Holy Light human form shattered like a bubble, and the older Pope's body emerged again.

The difference was that his left face was bloody and his bones were exposed.It was like being attacked by some huge beast.

He kept panting heavily, his eyes full of fear.

At this time, he lost all his divine grace, and he was no different from any ordinary person who believed in Ra.

Finally, at this time, the Pope of La finally realized what he had overlooked.

This is definitely not an ability that Tyre's priests can have——

No matter who is standing in front of me, he is definitely not the new Pope of Tire!

Ridiculously, he also used divine spells against Tyre's priests.That was a sure blow to a priest with any [Justice] domain, enough to penetrate any conventional defense.

... No wonder it didn't work.

Because he wasn't a priest of Tyre at all.

"You... are not Tyre's..."

The old pope just tried to speak, but found that he couldn't say a word.

He froze for a moment, then tried again.

Same as before.He heard nothing.Not even the sound of swallowing saliva, or the sound of tongue snapping against the roof of the mouth can be heard.

The next moment, fear climbed directly into his heart.

No one fears being deaf or dumb more than a priest.If they cannot hear the voice of the gods and say their prayers, the meaning of their existence will be erased.

"Yes, you guessed right."

Roland said softly.

After hearing Roland's voice, the fear in the old pope's heart inexplicably faded a lot.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Roland just stared at him quietly, motionless.

People around kept trying to save him, but whether they were approaching or trying to cast divine spells, they all froze suddenly, and then fell to the ground drop by drop like a melted candle, melting in Roland's holy light.

"I am indeed not the Pope of Tire, and I am not even his priest. I believe in the teacher... the sleeping teacher Nirola. Why, you haven't heard of it?"

The old Pope shook his head desperately.

Roland just smiled gently and took a step back.

"By the way," he said suddenly, "does your god show you miracles?"

"……certainly."

After Roland moved away from him, the old Pope's uneasy mood calmed down a lot.

Unexpectedly, he found that he could speak.

He has already seen it very clearly, since he has not died yet, there must be a reason for his own survival.

Otherwise, this madman would have killed himself long ago.

So, he had no choice but to answer honestly: "Of course the god Ra will perform miracles for us...if we ask him."

"Oh? Like?" Roland asked curiously.

"For example, let those who break the contract be punished, or let those who escaped go back to prison. In addition, if we raise our hands, the thunder will stop; if we shout loudly, the beast will retreat. Ra is always with us, and everything we do is God's will."

The old Pope replied flatly.

You could see from his expression that he was very proud of it.

But Roland laughed out loud.

"Can this be called a miracle?"

"Then show us a miracle."

The old pope lowered his head humbly and said without humility.

He became more and more sure that Roland didn't dare to kill himself.So he became bolder.

His origin is not suitable for close quarters combat.As long as Shen En recovers a little bit, he can teleport directly to distance.

after that……

But even with such calculations, the old Pope still didn't see any abnormalities on his face, as if he was seriously arguing with Roland.

Roland just shook his head, as if he didn't notice it.

"In this generation, even if people ask for miracles, there are no miracles for them!"

Roland laughed loudly and said, "Even when people see miracles, they still have to test and distinguish the truth from the false. They always have doubts in their hearts, but it's not for the truth."

"They don't believe in the miracle because they only believe in themselves."

Roland's eyes became profound: "This is an era of mortals... This is an era of sin, but it is also an era full of infinite possibilities."

I don't know when it started, the light under Roland's feet has dimmed and disappeared again.A large river made of mercury sank into the ground, and the abnormality on Roland's body has also recovered.

But at this moment, he seemed to be shining brightly.Including the old pope, everyone around couldn't help but cast their gazes over, forgetting what they should do now.

Now that the priesthood level of the old pope was temporarily reset to zero by the mentor, and after the most impulsive and high-willed people were melted into mercury, no one was successful in Roland's charm check this time.Roland took away the will of everyone present.

"Kermora."

"exist."

The old Pope, whose original name was called by Roland, responded subconsciously.

Afterwards, his eyes suddenly widened when he realized what had happened.

"Ker Mora, do you still remember what Ker Mora said to you on the evening of the first day you became a priest?"

Kermora, who was suddenly exposed by Roland to a secret that only he should know, opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief, and his whole body was trembling.

"you are……?"

Subconsciously, Kermora accidentally used the honorific.

This is without a doubt a huge leap.As Pope, only God is higher than him.

"What she told you...is your mother's last words before she died."

"Don't say any more!"

Kelmorra snapped.

The old man, who had not cried for more than 50 years, was in tears.

He knelt down on the ground, hanging his arms weakly.

"Don't... say no more..."

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Roland put his hand on his shoulder lightly, as if accepting his allegiance.

"How did I know this? Aren't you curious?"

Roland just said gently: "Do you want to listen to it again? Little Kyle?"

When she heard the last familiar call, Kermora was startled and raised her head tremblingly.

Behind Roland, an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman emerged from the void.Looking at Kermora, who was nearly twice as old as himself, her face was complicated.

"Little Kyle... You have indeed become a great big shot. But you are not good... Obviously, as long as you live happily, it will be fine."

The woman stretched out her hand, gently stroking the old Pope's wrinkled cheeks, and wiped away the tears on his face: "Don't be too tired, little Kyle... After all, you are old too."

Kermora tremblingly stretched out her inflexible hand, and slowly touched her mother's hand on her cheek.

Feeling the familiar touch and still-existing temperature, Kermora finally couldn't bear it, and knelt on the ground, crying loudly in the arms of the middle-aged woman.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! Mom! I'm sorry!"

Roland watched all this and remained silent.

This is the authority given to him by the Dream of the Sleepless.Although it can only be revived briefly for a quarter of an hour, it is enough for Kermora.

"Kermora, you begged me to show you a miracle. I will."

After a long time, after the middle-aged woman turned into dust again, Roland spoke slowly: "That's not the miracle of Ra, it's not the miracle of Tyre—"

"That is a miracle in my name, Roland."

Kermora was silent, and after a long time, she kowtowed deeply to Roland.

"Praise... the miracle."

Trembling, he kissed the ground.

　Today is also two in one...

　　After the revision, it is close to a [-]-word chapter, are you satisfied...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)