quicksilver blood

Chapter 537 Black Ice Tide
Chapter 25 Black Ice Tide

As the slowly falling Netherland gradually approached this world, the air and the ground exploded.

Thin black frost began to condense on the rapidly expanding blanket of flesh and blood.With Roland at the center, the nearby ground cracked in large swathes, and the black ice layer slowly collapsed round and round, squeezing out dirty and sticky pus from the base made of flesh and blood.

At the same time, accompanied by the crackling sound, black crystal-clear bundles of fiber tubes emerged in the air.Against the dazzling holy light shining on Roland's body, it is particularly conspicuous. At first glance, the entire space is covered with dense black spider web-like cracks.

As a result, the demon's actions were hindered, and those seemingly thin and fragile black cracks firmly restricted their actions like a solid display case.

As the Netherland gradually fell, the speed at which the black cracks in the air appeared increased significantly.It's as if this space has been crushed, and it's like being in a closed space full of broken mirrors.

With the hindrance from the black ice, the scarlet knights ignored the changes in the space, came and went freely, charged repeatedly with a mobility much higher than that of the demons, swirling their spears with their sword blades, constantly bringing out bloody storms.

Their blades burned with crimson flames as scarlet as blood, shattering the carapace and armor of the demons, severing their fascia and muscles, drying their blood and burning them to death.

Only the dusk can touch the dusk, only the dusk can beat the dusk--that's true.

It is the subterranean species like Elucado who is flowed with the blood of the evening, and it is the ordinary and short-lived human beings with filthy blood. Only they can save the world.

The purer the bloodline, the weaker it is to face the dusk, and the purer the people are, the greater the power they will release after being polluted.This world has already been destroyed long ago. If you hold on to the glory of the past and don't let go, it will definitely bring about destruction in the end.

The sages do not recognize the black iron species to rule the world, let alone the underground species as their own people.Elucado fought for Roman for decades and believed in her mentor for thousands of years. In the end, her mentor did not transform her into a death crow, nor did she bestow real magic on her.

After all, the underground species is a mixed-blood Twilight Familia.Even though the thought circuits of the Saints understand that Elcardo is an anomaly, their behavioral constraints also limit their attitudes.

But in fact, at least when facing the aggression of the Twilight People, it is true that these "lower people" who also have the Twilight Blood can do better.

The scarlet blood that burned like a flame and danced like silk was Elcardo himself.

Under Roland's support, Elcardo became a natural disaster walking on the ground again.

But it is different from Elucado thousands of years ago.This time Elcardo is no longer alone.

As Roland said, there are tens of millions of them now.

All of them are Elcardo, each of them is Elcardo, and the sum of them is Elcardo.

She is one, and she is also ten thousand.

While her body and strength were divided equally, her name of Scourge was also divided among the entire Knight Order.It is still Elcardo who is called the Scourge, but she is no longer a lone monster.

Elcardo has now become Roland's knight.

They fight for gods.

They are manifestations of divine power, unspeakable horrors—

Roland watched the knights whizzing away, the silvery white flames in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the crystal-colored crown on his head gradually shone dazzlingly.

Gaharad and the others on the side were already shocked by the magnificent scenery in front of them.

Countless knights in scarlet iron armor walked under the dark cracked sky. Behind them, the Pope in white robes and holding a scepter prayed for them. Huge celestial bodies fell from the sky, and in front of them was an ever-increasing number of The grotesque monsters, and the distorted and distorted land that breeds monsters.

It was an epic scene.

It was an epic scenery worthy of being painted and sung.

Everything is as it was in the golden age thousands of years ago.

Knights open up territories in polluted areas, monarchs are wise and pious, gods love the world, and the world fears inner morality and the supreme law.

Seeing the scarlet knights chanting their names loudly and fighting the demons without retreating, a burning flame slowly ignited in Roland's heart. He felt that all the bones in his body seemed to melt, and the golden The spinal cord of color flows from it and penetrates into the soul.

It was a radiance called a sense of mission.

That is the greatest instinct of an angel.

In addition to the pure silvery white, his eyes were gradually stained with a golden gleam like the morning sun.

Looking at the screaming and roaring demons, Roland took a deep breath, gradually clenched his right hand holding the scepter, and his knuckles creaked.

"People of Twilight——"

Roland raised the scepter very slowly and solemnly, and shouted loudly.

It is different from the previous prayer.No one could understand Roland's voice this time.

It was a strangely sacred and beautiful language, and the language itself had a sacredness that could not be ignored and that mortals could not bear.Just reciting poems in this language is enough to make ordinary people who hear it abandon evil and do good.

That is the language of angels.That was the talent of Roland's [Angel Hymn].

The previous Roland could only rely on the system, or the power of the Eye of Orm to use this ability.But just before that, Roland suddenly mastered this ability, this sacred language.

That's not just because Roland's soul has become more holy and pure, but because of everything he has done at this moment.

He summoned the underworld, stepped on the land of the abyss with his body, and tried to stop the devil's invasion of this world alone.If he were not the Pope and elect of his mentor, even his achievements at this moment would be enough to make him a saint, with his soul lifted into the air.

Roland decided to save the world because of his own sense of mission, and he did it down-to-earth, and he really did it——

If this level is not considered to have a holy heart, then this world will no longer be holy.

"You are sinful! You are born to sin"

Roland's voice was like a thunderbolt lying on the ground, sliding along the blanket of flesh and blood frozen by the black ice.

When those demons heard his voice, their bodies were shocked, unable to move, and their muscles were paralyzed.

While being reprimanded by the Supreme and denying the meaning of existence, their bodies have the urge to "die".No matter how hard you try to suppress it, it can only stop your body from moving.

But what they faced was not just Roland himself.

The scarlet knights took the opportunity to harvest the demons' lives, continuously shrinking the demons' front line, killing or forcing those powerful demons that almost broke out of the formation back into the encirclement.

At this time, the underworld was already extremely close to the ground.

The stars and moon have been completely blocked.The place where Netherland is closest to the ground is even less than ten meters, and through the icy exterior, you can even see the barren scene inside Netherland.

Taking advantage of the re-formation of the encirclement, Roland did not hesitate to slowly lower the raised scepter, as if exhausting all the strength in his body.

Accompanied by his movements, the falling speed of Netherland accelerated several times out of thin air.

The world centered on Roland was gradually swept by a dark and cold wave.The scarlet knight and the demon disappeared without a sound after touching the thick black icy smoke rising from the ground.

In just one second, hundreds of people left the battlefield.

With the terrible cold wave below, the chilly meteor above, and the increasingly dense black cracks in the sky, this space has become a different world with different properties, and the entrance and exit have been sealed.

However, the morale of the knights was still high, and they praised Saint Laurent's name loudly.

They fear nothing—

As long as Roland is with them!
(End of this chapter)