Blood of Mercury

Roland patted Kylmora on the shoulder and walked past him.

When he walked around behind Kelmora, Kelmora couldn't help squinting slightly.

I don't know when, the morning sun has already popped out of the ground, exuding a much warmer light than before.

Roland just stood in front of him, but it seemed to block the light of the whole world. His black robe was like the bat wings of a giant dragon, covering the sky and the earth, casting heavy shadows.

However, it was a reassuring shadow.

Suddenly, Kelmora was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly saw that behind Roland, the black crows who had been made a messenger by Roland parked the entire square quietly, staring straight at him.

Kyle Mora suddenly trembled slightly in his heart.

He felt as if he was being watched by something extraordinary. Those crows cast a good-natured look at him, their silver-gray pupils were as condensed as mercury, and they shone with light repeatedly.

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

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

The magic tricks that people say will turn into animals are actually nothing more than special stances circulated among some druids who are proficient in martial arts. It was nothing but an old legend passed down by Druid.

In fact, not even Druid himself has the ability to become an animal, let alone a druid.

On the other hand, if it becomes a plant, it is still quite possible. After all, the power of Druids comes from the earth, from the Wall of Gaia, and even more from Higgs.

Higgs was once the guardian of plants. Even his former posture was a giant emerald tree that was huge enough to support the world 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 calamity originating from the earth, and it is also one of Higgs' once authority. After He was polluted, the powers of abundance, breeding, and bearing were automatically withdrawn by the Wall of Aum, and only the disaster to the earth was left behind by him.

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

- but he didn't do it. He didn't do this even when he was being slaughtered.

If you want to say why Higgs is so obsessed with the world of Farnes, which is difficult to swallow and has not much oil and water, it is probably that He really cannot give up the earth that He personally created and measured step by step with joy.

Before his will was swallowed up by the endless twilight and turned into a part of the twilight, his last wish was probably to die in the earth he created.

The shape of the snake in the eyes is like a seed. Its body happens to be as large as the entire star world.

If all life can be eliminated, He can stuff his body into the astral world, extract the power of the entire world, and re-grow his new life from the earth.

That's right - the snake in the eyes is just an embryo that has not yet formed.

Only the existence that once held the supreme authority has the possibility to become the Dusk Seed. After all, Twilight is a higher existence than Aum, unifying the will and strength of all the rulers of the thousands of worlds with the chaos of the endless world, and storing it in one place as a common reserve, the ultimate predator.

The wisdom and strength of all excellent people will be swallowed and digested by the dusk, and resources and history will also be swallowed up.

In fact, it doesn't make any sense to kill all Twilights at the same time. Killed Twilight species only increase the power of other Twilight species, and they can even borrow strength and life from each other.

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

With just a single world, there is no chance of winning in the face of dusk. That is like an ant raving about destroying the earth, an event that has no possibility at all.

Even the true **** of Faens, Orm, is just the last survivor of the last destroyed civilization in this world. Farns' mission of existence is to save 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 Faens really masters this technique, then even if dusk strikes again, they can continue to jump to the next world. If the sum of the world is really infinite, Fearns will find the possibility of destroying Twilight sooner or later.

That's not a fool's dream.

As long as there is an absolute and perpetually venerated belief as a guide, the will of mankind will not be shaken. Even if there are countless attempts, as long as the faith does not collapse, the spirit of the Farns will never be destroyed——

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

Along with Roland's loud shout, a thunderous rumbling sound rolled in the air.

"Listen to my admonitions, for I will speak beautiful words! I open my mouth to speak of what is right—"

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

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

"Exactly! Exactly! You deserve praise!"

Roland laughed and shouted.

The bursting hurricane streamed out from under his robes, whistling and flapping, causing Kylmora to stumble and become a little unsteady.

He just looked up, only to find those dead crows staring at him. In those cold silver-gray pupils, he felt a silent condemnation.

An embarrassment he hadn't felt in decades filled his heart.

It's like stepping into someone else's stage by mistake, the embarrassment that everyone is staring at him, but he is not the protagonist, makes him hairy.

But his mind did not grow as young as his appearance. Kyle Mora tentatively retreated from Roland's side as if nothing had happened.

He found that after he was 50 meters away from Roland, the crows stared at him and withdrew at the same time, turning to Roland

Suddenly, a dislocated and grotesque mood filled Kelmora's heart. He wanted to but couldn't smile.

Is it possible that these strange birds are really intelligent?

But at this moment, Kylmora suddenly felt a tingling on the tip of her tongue, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

As if feeling that some great existence focused his eyes, Kelmora felt that his will was slowly being pulled away, and something indescribable in his brain was gradually boiling.

As if standing on a cloud, the brain kept reminding of the intense floating sensation Kylmora had just felt, a strange hallucination of drunkenness.

The strange premonition in Kelmora's heart grew stronger.

It seems that I can witness some kind of miracle again.

"Praise Roland—"

Driven by some kind of impulse in his mind, Kelmora opened his mouth without hesitation and praised with great piety: "I praise Roland three times with my body, spirit and soul!"

With Kelmora's praise, more and more intense holy flames poured out from the shadows under Roland's feet.

That is divine grace condensed into liquid. It was the huge divine favor that Roland had just received when he was worshipped by people all over the world.

Roland's shadow couldn't store so many divine favors at all, and it was the limit that he could endure and let them pour out.

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

This is what alchemists have longed for for thousands of years, the so-called crystallization of human will—if they swallow all of them, even mortals can instantly become gods.

In fact, Roland did exactly that—

The scorching hot silver-white holy flame circled and rose under Roland's feet, rolling up a wild storm.

The hurricane surging from bottom to top filled Roland's pitch-black matte robe with wind instantly, and immediately propped it up like an open umbrella, making a screeching sound!

The rich holy fire overflowed from Roland's pupils and transformed into a more scorching holy light.

"I will give you great miracles! I will forgive your sins and transgressions, and give you abundant mercy until the seventh!"

After each of Roland's prayers, the crowd cheered loudly.

"Praise all of you! I will make the land fertile and spit out grain and fruits and vegetables tenfold."

"I will let the earth spit out gems, let the rocks breed gold, and let the river bottom flow with silver."

"I swear by my eternity that I will fill this place with glory from here and there—"

"Praise Roland! Praise Roland! Praise Roland!"

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

Roland's eyes were indifferent and firm. Looking at the old icon of Tyre not far away, he slowly stretched out his right hand and pressed forward with a fictitious press——

The earth seemed to have also received Roland's blessing, and it flowed, tumbling and splitting to both sides, revealing the splendid silver in it.

It was liquid silver, silver that sang.

As they flow, vague chants flow in the sky.

In the sound of Roland's prayers, they flowed slowly, clinging to Tyre's icon, covering it layer by layer.

The silver seemed to be extremely scorching hot - as they climbed up, Tyre's icon also melted away, flowing into the small **** formed in it, and the infinite divine grace poured out from Roland, turning into a warm but inexhaustible beam. The dazzling flames, fluctuated and poured out into the icon.

"I bless the earth - put my name on the throne, and engrave my glory on the ground! Believe in my glory!"

"I am the king of this earth!"

Roland's voice flowed along the clouds and the wind, all the way into the capital of Banza.

Immediately, Banza was boiling.

They heard it, it was the sound of the sky before!

Even at the feet of the Queen, fanatics chanted Roland's name.

"Praise Roland! Praise Roland! Praise Roland!"

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

She has realized it. She had no hope of keeping her throne, and she could only hope that Roland would grant her the position of a grand duke.

These fanatics have gone mad. They simply can't stop it.

In other words, the world couldn't stop Roland at all.

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

Now, her kingdom has been torn apart by Roland. The contagion of the miracle around him is too strong.

If everyone except himself drank the crazy spring water - then who is the crazy person?

Maybe it was her in the past, maybe it will be her in the future.

"Praise, Roland...?"

The queen sighed and murmured again, giving up her mind's resistance.

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

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

In response, he exclaimed—

"Exactly! Exactly!"

"Cry out! I hear your cries! I hear your prayers! Pray to me and cry to me—because I am with you!"

In the sound of Roland's high-pitched prayers, the crows behind him flapped their wings and flew around Roland. The dark shadow enveloped Roland, and the black crystal-like feathers wrapped around the holy flame slowly fell.

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

"One is the miracle of resurrection;"

"The second is the miracle of rejuvenation;"

"The third is the miracle of killing gods;"

"The fourth is the miracle of birth;"

"The fifth is the miracle of grace;"

"The sixth is the miracle of equality;"

"The last is the miracle of eternal life."

"Praise me! Sing! Praise my name, and praise me three times in body, spirit, and soul, for I am three times great Roland--I say so, and it will be so for all generations! "

"If you agree with this doctrine, pray! Rejoice!"

"Because, I'm going to declare here—"

Roland's voice froze slightly.

The next moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ behind him, something yellowish like sand and dust gathered together, roaring to form a huge human figure thousands of meters high and reaching the sky.

The somewhat abstract figure looked a bit like an ascetic whose mouth was sewn shut. His hands were tied to his chest with ropes in a prayer-like shape, and his long sandy hair fluttered around.

The splendid light as if the world was created bloomed from the huge figure and pierced into the sky, like a giant projecting a silver-white light quality gun, penetrating the dome fiercely!

And Roland's prayer ended here: "The generation of God is over! You are the generation that has come!"

"You are free! Your soul is free! Your faith and your life are free together!"

"I liberate your liberties! Until the seas dry up, the sky bursts, the oases turn into deserts, until the last twilight comes and the sun never rises—"

"—In this generation, all living beings are equal!" (To be continued.)