quicksilver blood

Chapter 571 Roland the Supreme

"Honor the Holy One! Bow down and cry out—"

Roland chanted softly, and silver-gray dazzling light rose from his eyes.

At Roland's level, his language has also been endowed with meaning.

His words are sacred and eloquent, and the mere chanting of them can change the world.

What he sang was not a prayer dedicated to a saint, but his own sacrifice to bestow glory on bloody warriors.

It is the spirit of words that gives enlightenment, and it is also the spirit of words that cleanses the soul and elevates one's character.

If Roland's keepers recite this prayer, they can even briefly resonate their hearts with Roland, and Roland's will will descend on him, pouring divine revelation into his heart.

As Roland sang loudly, the whispering hymn floated around Roland.

A more sacred flow of light surged, and the mist-like silver-white light gradually gathered, and white water droplets condensed on Roland's body, and poured into Roland's arm in a mysterious trajectory.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, Roland's entire right hand slowly flashed a gentle white light.His entire right hand was dyed the color of white jade, and black runes appeared on it, humming like some kind of ritual statue.

Just looking at that momentum, even if a beam of magic cannon blasted from Roland's fingertips in the next second, it would not be surprising.

But Oletta felt relieved when she saw this scene.

If Roland wanted to kill him, there was no need for such a big battle.

On the contrary, Roland's actions made him more convinced of a certain speculation in his heart.

At this time, Roland's chanting had come to an end: "...When the last days come, I will remove your bloody clothes and play joy!"

At that moment, a surge of light condensed from Roland's fingertips, and submerged into Oletta's head in a subtle arc. Disappeared without warning.

Oletta, however, couldn't help trembling.

The divine will from Roland rushed into his mind gently but irresistibly.

It was a will as vast as the sea.

He felt that the sky and the earth were overturned, and his soul fell to the sky powerlessly.A scented warmth gently patted his face.

It was a fragrance with a grassy smell, like the fragrance of Serena.

But on top of that, there was also a faint warmth of burning spices, and Oletta felt a fluffy warmth reverberating from her forehead to her whole body for a long time.

He seemed to have lost weight, floating in the sea of ​​faint incense, and the warm waves beat on the shore made of silvery white flames, breaking into a piece of foam.

When he vaguely saw the vast expanse of the turbulent sea beating against the distant shore, a strong anxiety gripped him tightly.But the moment of dead silence was broken—the raging waves began to speak to him in a language that was neither actual sound nor clear words.

"—"

But, can't hear, can't hear, can't understand.

Oletta instinctively felt that the voice was extremely important.Hear it anyway.

Then he inexplicably understood, it was the old voice of a familiar person whispering in his ear:
"focus."

"focus."

"focus."

Yes, he felt it, and he had to concentrate.

"focus."

"focus."

"focus."

As it should be!As it should be... I should concentrate.

I should concentrate.

I should concentrate.

"I... should concentrate."

Oletta couldn't help whispering.

The next moment, his sanity was instantly shattered.

The spices surrounding him burst into flames, and everything in front of his eyes was stained with distorted silvery white.The spiritual wisdom of thousands of years has been turned into some kind of fuel, burning blazingly, bursting out with more powerful power.

It was a thousand-year fire ignited with his soul, will and body as firewood.

For a moment, Oleta felt that her surroundings were completely filled with silver-white flames.It was the flame of fanaticism towards Roland. At least for this moment, he was no different from a fanatic who believed in Roland.

Everything in front of him turned into a distorted silvery white, like a torrent of madly dancing metal.

——Only one place is still pitch black.

It was a shadow of a human figure.The figure of the shadow is too slender, so that it looks a bit hideous.

To describe it accurately, it can be said that it was a skinny giant ape, who was forced to the corner of Aoletta's mind by the flowing flames, and kept silent all the time, making Aoletta feel a strong sense of fear when he didn't come.

"—Ah, I found it."

The old voice that had been whispering in his ear floated past him happily and passed directly through him.

Originally, Oletta could only say that he had no feeling for this existence.But when he saw the person who spoke, he couldn't help trembling.

A robe made of dim yellow dust, eyes wrapped in bloody bandages, and long wooden nails that run through the wrists of both hands and nail them to the chest in the shape of a cross.It is no exaggeration to say that it is a walking god.

And that majestic body that was as tall as several people - even when Auletta recognized him, the originally low world immediately rose several times higher to be able to accommodate this god to walk.

At the same time as the giant appeared, the holy flame burning on Oleta's body gradually went out.Only the robe on his body was left with faint traces of being burned, with a faint red light shining.

Although one-third of his soul was burnt, making Auletta's sanity unclear, he couldn't wait to ask, "Are you...?"

However, the moment he opened his mouth, he was immediately taken aback.

It was a childish and clear voice, not the hollow decaying voice that he usually simulated.

Aoletta looked down subconsciously, and found that under the shabby robe on her body was an immature and healthy body.

Although his body has changed, his soul is still strong.Oletta, who has a strong will and keen senses, immediately realized that this was her body when she was 14 years old - there was no spell imprint in it, nor was it filled with weakened golden blood.He will not be kept awake at night because of the abundant magic power, nor will he be deformed due to bloodline mutation, nor will he fundamentally change his living habits and way of thinking.

It was a full body of flesh and blood, a mortal body.

what happened?

Oletta, who was already a little fuzzy, became even more at a loss for a while.He stood at a loss and looked at the giant in front of him, like a child who made a mistake.

"Don't panic, this is what you deserve. This is the body that once belonged to you, but was abandoned by you—the only thing you have given up that you have longed for for hundreds of years, and you have given up on pursuing it!"

The aging voice seemed to see through Oletta's helplessness, and couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't matter whether it's conscious or unconscious. In short, since you have dedicated your soul and will to Roland, you deserve your own salvation. "

"You should know that Saint Laurent is the savior of all things, the last prophet. If you ask him for help, you will be saved."

The old voice praised loudly and loudly: "Because, he is the Supreme! The Supreme Roland!"

"—Because, he is the Emperor!"

　...As a result, the noon update that was agreed today was delayed until evening.

　　I will try my best to type out the two chapters I owe and today's chapter by six o'clock tomorrow.

　　If you haven’t seen Chapter 3, I probably fell asleep accidentally and will finish it when I get up tomorrow_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)