quicksilver blood

Chapter 511 Triple Great Roland
Roland patted Kermora on the shoulder and walked past him.

When he circled behind Kermora, Kermora couldn't help squinting her eyes slightly.

At some point, the rising sun had already popped out of the ground, emitting a much warmer light than before.

Roland had just stood in front of him, but it seemed as if he had blocked all the light in the world.His black robe is like the bat wings of a giant dragon, covering the sky and the earth, casting thick shadows.

However, it was a reassuring shadow.

Suddenly, Kermora was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly saw behind Roland, those black crows that Roland had become messengers that paved the entire square stopped there quietly, staring straight at him.

Kermora trembled slightly in her heart.

He felt as if he was being watched by something terrible.Those crows cast good-natured glances at him, their silver-gray pupils were as calm as mercury, shining repeatedly.

For a moment, he even thought it was a human gaze.But then he almost laughed himself out.

How can it be?How can a human become a crow?

The magical art of turning into animals that people have spread orally is actually nothing more than a special posture circulated among some druids who are proficient in martial arts.It was but an ancient legend handed down by mouth of the Druids.

In fact, not even the druids themselves have the ability to turn into animals, let alone druids.

On the other hand, if it turns into a plant, there is still some possibility.After all, the druid's power comes from the earth, from the wall of Gaia, and even more from Higgs.

Higgs was once the guardian of plants.Even his previous posture was a giant emerald tree that was huge enough to support the sky and looked like a mushroom.But after he was polluted, he became the destroyer of life, the burner of all things.

The snake symbolizes the disaster from the earth, and it is also one of Higgs' former powers.After He was polluted, the powers of richness, breeding, and bearing were all automatically withdrawn by the wall of Aum, and only the disaster to the earth was left by him.

Even though he has been blocked from the outside world by the wall of Gaia he created so far and cannot enter this world, he can still activate this authority to make the earth die, and thousands of poisonous snakes burning with the fire of dusk emerge from the cracks in the earth , Devouring all life, let the world burn.

—but He didn't do it.He didn't even do this when he was crusaded.

If you want to say why Higgs is fond of the hard-to-speak and not-so-smooth world of Farnese, it’s probably because he really can’t let go of the land he created himself and measured step by step with joy.

Before his will is swallowed by the endless twilight and becomes a part of the twilight, his last wish is probably to die in the earth he created.

The shape with snakes in its eyes is like a seed.Its body happens to be as big as the entire star world.

If all life can be wiped out, he can insert his own body into the astral world, draw the power of the entire world, and re-breed his new life from the earth.

That's right - the shape with snakes in its eyes is just an unformed embryo.

Only the existence that once held the highest authority has the possibility of becoming a twilight species.After all, Twilight is a higher existence than Aum, unifies the will and power of all the rulers of thousands of worlds with the chaos of the endless world, and holds them in one place as a common reserve, the ultimate predator.

The wisdom and power of all outstanding people will be swallowed and digested by Dusk, and resources and history will also be swallowed together.

In fact, it would be pointless not to kill all of the dusk at the same time.The killed Twilight species will only increase the strength of other Twilight species, and they can even borrow strength and life from each other.

If the sum of the world is regarded as infinite, then the power of dusk is undoubtedly infinite.

There is only a single world, and there is no chance of winning in the face of dusk.It is like an ant blatantly claiming to destroy the earth, an event that has no possibility at all.

Even the true god of Farnes, Aum, is nothing more than the last survivor of the last destroyed civilization in this world.The existence mission of Farnes is to preserve the fire of this world, and then take the entire refuge to jump to the next world that is not polluted by dusk.

As long as Farnes really mastered this technique, even if dusk strikes again, they can continue to jump to the next world.If the sum of the world is really infinite, Farnes will find the possibility to truly destroy the dusk sooner or later.

That is by no means an idiot's dream.

As long as there is one absolute faith, eternally revered by all, as its guide, the will of man cannot be shaken.Even if there are countless attempts, as long as the faith does not collapse, the spirit of the Farnesians will never be destroyed——

After Roland walked behind Kermora, he turned his back to Kermora, and chanted loudly to countless believers kneeling on the street: "Listen!"

Accompanied by Roland's loud shout, a thunderous rumbling sound rolled in the air.

"Hear my precepts, for I will speak great things! I will open my mouth to speak of righteousness—"

As if catering to Roland's prayer, countless black crows behind him spoke at the same time and croaked loudly.

At the same time, it happened that other people in the Holy City shouted together: "Praise Roland!"

"Exactly! Exactly! You should praise!"

Roland laughed and shouted.

The bursting hurricane flowed out from under his robe, whistling and flapping, making Kermora stagger and a little unsteady.

He just looked up, only to find those crows staring at him.The cold silver-gray pupils made him feel a kind of silent condemnation.

A feeling of embarrassment that he hadn't experienced in decades filled his heart.

It was as if he strayed into someone else's stage, the embarrassment that everyone was staring at him, but he was not the protagonist made his hair shudder.

But his mind didn't grow younger like his appearance.Kermora tentatively backed away from Roland as if nothing had happened.

He found that after he was 50 meters away from Roland, the crows stared at him and immediately withdrew and turned to Roland.
Immediately, a strange feeling of dislocation filled Kermora's heart.He wanted to but couldn't laugh.

...Is it possible that these strange birds are really intelligent?

But at this moment, Kermora suddenly felt that the tip of her tongue was numb, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

As if she felt that some great existence focused her gaze, Kermora felt that her will was being slowly pulled away, and something indescribable was gradually boiling in her head.

It was like standing on a cloud, and his brain was constantly reminded of the strong floating sensation that Kyle Mora had just felt, a strange hallucination of drunkenness.

The strange premonition in Kermora's heart became stronger and stronger.

I seem to be able to witness some kind of miracle again.

"Praise Roland—"

Driven by a certain impulse in her mind, Kermora opened her mouth wide without hesitation, and praised loudly with great piety: "I praise Roland three times with my body, spirit and soul!"

Accompanied by Kermora's praise, the more intense sacred fire poured out from the shadow under Roland's feet.

That is divine grace condensed to liquid.It was a huge amount of divine favor that Roland had just received when he was worshiped by people all over the world.

Roland's shadow can't store so much divine grace at all, and it's the limit of what he can endure until now to let them pour out.

Although the divine grace itself is a kind of extremely heterogeneous energy, these divine graces have been washed once by the blood of Aum, and they have become extremely clean at this time, and the thoughts in them have been completely washed away.

This is the crystallization of the so-called human will that alchemists have longed for for thousands of years—if it is swallowed up, even a mortal can instantly become a god.

In fact, Roland did exactly that—

The scorching silver-white holy fire circled and rose at Roland's feet, whipping up a wild storm.

The hurricane that surged from bottom to top instantly filled Roland's pitch black matte robe with wind, and immediately held it up like an open umbrella, making a hunting sound!
The rich holy fire overflowed from Roland's pupils, transforming into a more scorching holy light.

"I will give you great signs! I will forgive your sins and your transgressions, and give you abundant mercy for seven lifetimes!"

After each of Roland's prayers, people cheered loudly.

"Praise it! I will make the land fertile and spit out grain and vegetables tenfold."

"I will make the earth spit out gems, the rocks breed gold, and the rivers flow silver."

"As long as I live, I will fill this place with glory from one side to the other—"

"Praise Roland! Praise Roland! Praise Roland!"

People cheered wildly, screamed, and kissed the warm ground that had just been watered by light and rain, as devoutly as kissing Roland's boots.

Roland's eyes were indifferent but resolute. He looked at the old icon of Tire not far away. He slowly stretched out his right hand and pressed it forward——

The earth seemed to have also been blessed by Roland, and it flowed, churning and separating to the two sides, revealing the brilliant silver in it.

That is liquid silver, silver that can sing.

As they flow, vague chants flow across the horizon.

As Roland prayed, they flowed slowly, clinging to Tire's icon, covering it layer by layer.

The silver seemed to be extremely hot—as they climbed up, Tyre's icon melted, and the small balls formed in it flowed, and endless divine grace poured out from Roland, turning into a warm but unsettling stream. The dazzling flame surged out into the icon.

"I bless this earth—you should put my name on the throne and engrave my glory on the ground! You should worship my glory!"

"I am the king of this earth!"

Roland's voice flowed along the clouds and wind, all the way to Bansa's capital.

Immediately, Bansa was boiling.

They recognized it, it was Tianyin from before!
Even at the Queen's feet, the fanatical believers sang Roland's name loudly.

"Praise Roland! Praise Roland! Praise Roland!"

At this time, the corners of the young Queen Bansa's mouth twitched slightly, sighed deeply, and weakly threw the weight of her body backwards, paralyzing on her throne.

She has realized it.She has no hope of keeping her throne, and can only hope that Roland can bestow on her the position of Grand Duke.

These fanatical people have gone mad.They can't stop it at all.

In other words, this world cannot stop Roland at all.

Just hearing the voice will worship him crazily. Roland is almost enough to be the mentor of all evil gods.

Today, her kingdom has been torn apart by Roland.The contagious power of the miracle around me is too strong.

If everyone except himself drank from the fountain of madness—then who is the madman?
Maybe it used to be her, maybe it will be her in the future.

"Praise, Roland...?"

The Queen sighed again, murmured, and gave up her spiritual resistance.

So, in her eyes, the reflection of the silver-gray flame gradually lit up.

And Roland's voice was still rolling in the air.

To this, he exclaimed——

"Exactly! Exactly!"

"Cry out! I can hear you! I can hear your prayers! Pray to Me, shout to Me - for I am with you!"

In Roland's high-pitched prayer, the crows behind him flapped their wings and flew up, circling around Roland. A dark shadow enveloped Roland, and the black crystal-like feathers wrapped around the holy fire slowly fell.

Roland shouted: "I swear by my eternal life, I will create seven miracles in three days—"

"One is the miracle of raising the dead;"

"The second is the miracle of rejuvenation;"

"The third is the miracle of killing gods;"

"The fourth is the miracle of the birth;"

"The fifth is the miracle of gifts;"

"The sixth is the miracle of equality;"

"The last is the miracle of eternal life."

"Praise, then! Sing! Praise my name, and praise me thrice in body, spirit, and soul, for I am Roland three times greater—so I say, and it will be true throughout the ages! "

"If you agree with this principle, pray! Let's cheer!"

"Because, I want to declare here—"

Roland's voice faltered slightly.

The next moment, behind him, something faint yellow like sand gathered together, roaring and forming a huge human figure thousands of meters high reaching the sky.

That somewhat abstract figure looked a bit like an ascetic with his mouth sewn shut.His hands were bound with ropes in front of his chest in prayer, and his long, dusty hair was dancing around.

As if the world was created, the gorgeous light burst out from the huge figure and pierced into the sky, like a giant projecting a silver-white light quality gun, piercing through the dome!

And this is the end of Roland's prayer: "The age of God is over! You are the age that has come!"

"You are free! Your souls are free! Your beliefs and your lives are free!"

"I set you free! Until the sea dries up, the sky splits, and the oases turn into deserts, until the last dusk falls, and the sun never rises—"

"—In this generation, all living beings are equal!"

(End of this chapter)