quicksilver blood

Chapter 541 Devil Legion
"Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are burned on the stake by fools!"

"For the Master will preserve you as gold in the fire—"

Roland held up the scepter, and the silvery-white light in his eyes suddenly added a bit of extremely cold dark blue.

As two frost fires that looked like flying snowflakes ignited in Roland's eyes, thin traces of frost appeared on Roland's body.

In a world of complete silence, Roland looked directly at the Great Flame Demon, the Lord of Demons who was once known as the Father of the Sun, with no fear in his eyes.

Like a mirror that was neatly cut in half, a strange fault appeared in the space behind Roland, and the reflected scene was divided into two parts.

At the tip of the scepter held high by Roland, inside the crystal cross flowing with dazzling mercury, there was a silver-white stream of light flowing quietly.

Behind Roland, the dusk-colored sandstorm gathered, and the projection of the blind prayer appeared behind Roland.Its size is about the same as Roland's unscientifically large shadow—or rather, the shadow behind Roland happens to be the shadow of the blind prayer.

And beside the blind prayer, the purest and most holy light flashed.

It was the light that knocked the gods down from the sky.

It was the twilight of the gods—

As if feeling uneasy, or realizing that this is his real enemy, Balrog Nokgar's hot gaze condensed on Roland's body slowly moved up, and shifted to the huge phantom behind him.

After seeing the Balrog, the blind prayer also took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.The old bandage covering his eyes untied itself and slowly fell down.

On his old, nearly decayed cheeks, and in the deep sunken eye sockets, two groups of dim yellow sacred flames gradually ignited.He was pulled violently by the hands sewn on his chest, and the thread was instantly torn off. The hands that were dripping with faint yellow blood broke free, and the faint yellow blood dripped slowly.

He blindfolded himself, escaped from reality, prayed to the dusk for the sacrament he would never receive, and indulged in his own fantasy.But if someone irritates him completely, "Orlando" may not take the initiative to wake up from the illusion of eternal happiness.

If a fanatic believer who implements the teachings in the flesh really goes crazy, it will be far more terrifying than a real madman.

Because their wills are always sane, they are not aware that they are going crazy.

As Roland's left arm slowly melted into mercury, the bloody left arm of the blind prayer also simultaneously turned into an extremely condensed shadow flame, condensed into an abstract beast, leaping and expanding.

Those are giant wolves with a thousand heads, entwined pythons, crows without heads, and lambs without four legs.

"Be afraid!"

Simultaneously with Roland's prayer, there was an old, dry and low-pitched admonition that sounded like a hallucination: "I am the enemy of the twilight—"

The next moment, the entire sky went dark for a moment.

It wasn't because Roland launched the attack, or because Orlando took away the light source.Instead, Balrog made an attack.

One of the red lines behind him drew over without warning, and the shadow of Orlando's left arm condensed into a barrier before Roland could react, blocking the blow with difficulty.

A few seconds later, the scorching air wave that was enough to dry the earth slowly rolled over in the air, and was blocked when it entered the Netherland beside Roland, turning into scorching white steam.

The attack was like lightning, and the attack was completed before Roland could react.Far faster than in the game.

The next moment, several red lines gathered together and turned into a blazing slash towards Roland!

Roland saw a slight dimming in front of his eyes, and then a dark red thread like a spider web gradually opened in his field of vision, and Orlando's shadowy left arm was already covered with red cracks.

Although it looked like it was just a single blow, it was actually a scorching flame that was slashed continuously at a very high speed.Each thread possesses the heat of the sun, and the vitality of the Tree of Suffering. It only takes a few threads to be bundled together to make such an attack, and it will be cut into pieces.

Then an even hotter wave of air roared over.

That's not just the intensity of the scorching heat that can be described.If the hurricane that blows the house away could be rolled up on the ground, the air wave alone would have pushed Roland back three to four meters, and the black ice on the ground would crack open a whole strip of three to four meters long. The ravine was then filled with golden magma.

But Roland wasn't afraid at all.He just handed over all the defenses to Orlando, while he concentrated on praying the divine spell, pouring all his attention and divine grace into it.

"I have seen mentors build ice banks, snow rooms, and hail bins."

"The water there is as hard as stone, and at dusk it freezes into ice."

Roland's prayers did not stop, nor did they amplify themselves like the Wall of Aum on the main plane.If it weren't for the excessive silence in Netherland, Roland would not even be able to hear his own voice.

While the frost-covered prayer was slowly flowing in the air, there was a quiet cold wind whizzing by around.

The icy tide roared and swept in, driving the heat away from the land.

The ground that was continuously assimilated into lava under the feet of the Balrog Nokgar began to be affected in reverse, and the lava condensed and turned into black ice again.On the other side where there is no Balrog, the black ice has begun to extend all the way, ready to freeze the entire abyss into ice.

At this moment, Roland's frost-covered prayer finally finished singing: "She snows like wool every day, and she spreads frost like ashes—her cold air comes from the dead, how can flesh and blood resist it?"

As soon as the voice fell, the void froze.

The underworld under his feet suddenly expanded, and in turn swallowed the abyss just now and continued to expand.

The situation has become obvious.When Roland used Frost-Covered Prayer, he was only about a bronze level.

At that time, he could summon terrible frost storms, summoning ice spikes, frost blades and cold winds that could extinguish the storm from the frost-covered hell.So, what would happen if the current Roland used Frost-covered Prayer?
There is only one answer——

If it was "as if the frost-covered hell has descended here" before, then the real frost-covered hell has descended at this moment!
The huge crack that unfolded behind Roland was like a short, wide, transparent and colorless portal.Even though there was a black ice surface extending under Roland's feet, the ice storm was actually white.

It was a concentrated amount of extreme cold that would freeze rocks into powder.It was a cold current that was enough to break the cliff into pieces.

It's like filling a building with water and blasting the door open from the bottom.The cold current gushing from the frost-covered hell can only be described by the verb "boom".Two beams of ice storms about [-] meters wide roared past Roland's left and right sides, like two cannonballs bombarding the Balrog, one left and one right.

The turbulent cold snapped up a large swath of mist in an instant, but this seemed to have no effect on the Balrog.

Because it is not these cold currents that really matter, but the people who emerge from the cold currents—or eject them.

The flow of thousands of people per second has been maintained beyond the very beginning, as if something terrible sucked in the people on the other side and then launched them out.

Although the description is a bit ridiculous, if you see their faces clearly, you will only have a terrible coldness in your heart.

That's the devil—

Not an adjective, but a real devil!
—the dreadful legion of the eternally silent Masters, numbering in the tens of millions!
(End of this chapter)