Blood of Mercury

Marco growled and roared like a demon.

The skin on his body cracked, revealing the scorching hot lava within.

With the sound of Marco's bellows-like breathing, a suffocating hot breath poured out of Marco.

The ground under his feet suddenly boiled and melted into a bright and viscous liquid like golden iron juice, which continued to spread around.

It was a scorching scorching like a furnace, and it was a devastating force of destruction enough to tear apart the flesh and blood. As long as you are in it, even just breathing will make your internal organs suffocated, and just opening your eyes will burn your eyeballs to charcoal.

As Mark said, it was fire enough to cleanse the world.

That is the holy flame that burns all the impure things in the world—

The Ashen disciples who had turned into monsters wailed mournfully and kept retreating, trying to stay away from Marco.

Green smoke billowed from their bodies, their skins quickly dried up, and circles of burn marks appeared on the edges of the crystals.

As if being pressed by an invisible iron on their bodies, large swaths of runes made up of charred flesh appeared on their bodies.

That was the oath they swore when they joined the Ashes.

That was Marco's punishment for "disciples" as a "lord".

With his eyes full of nostalgia, he swept across the companions who had become indifferent one by one, and his expression was extremely serious.

He wants to remember what each of these people looks like.

He compared the appearance of each person with the ones in his memory, and put the familiar names on the strange monsters one by one.

- Then, kill them.

Suddenly, Marco burst into tears, and the tears were directly vaporized as soon as they poured out.

"Damn ah ah ah ah ah!"

He roared and screamed.

As if some switch was pressed, Marco's whole body's clothes were torn apart by the intensely expanding hot breath, the skin fell off and melted at the same moment, and the whole body turned into a scorching dazzling light.

"Listen, Windspeaker, listen to-"

In his roar, the runes branded on the other Ash Disciples suddenly turned from pitch black to scorched red, and golden flames suddenly burst out from them, wrapping their bodies and burning them to ashes.

As if an invisible halo passed by Marco, all the Ashes who touched it burned without warning and turned to ashes in the golden flame.

He growled: "—you **** me off! Totally **** me off!"

Accompanied by the roar that made the earth tremble like a dragon's roar, more and more scorching golden light emerged from Marco's body, causing the earth and ceiling to crack, and was burned to ashes in the golden flames that rose.

Then, the sky, the earth, and the corpses of the Ashes rushed towards Marco like a river flowing into the sea. Marco's actinized body grew several circles in a few breaths, and a golden lava human figure dozens of meters high slowly Stand up and swallow the entire building completely.

Terrible pressure spreads around Marko. Houses and ground were crushed, and there was a screeching groan. Lava rushed out from under Marco's feet and spread around the cobweb-like ground. The ground in a radius of several thousand meters was crushed by the huge pressure. The rushing lava easily burned the flesh and blood of the residents of the city to ashes.

That is the molten sage, the legal controller of the fire element plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Faens. Every Molten Sage has the highest spire-level combat power, and their molten halo alone is enough to sweep away countless miscellaneous troops.

With the increasingly terrifying pressure that Marco overflowed, his body was still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his line of sight was also raised.

In just a few breaths, Marco's figure grew three circles.

And his voice became more hoarse and weird, and his spirit became obviously unstable.

But the Wind Whisperer was not at all flustered.

He stood quietly on the slowly flowing lava, as if he was just a phantom.

"So, Marco..."

His words were full of sarcasm: "You look like this, are you the human you say?"

"--exactly!"

However, Marco did not hesitate, and loudly responded: "I am human! I am more human than everyone else!"

"No, you are a monster!"

The Wind Whisperer rebuked without hesitation: "Humans will never have a huge body like yours, you won't turn life into charcoal with just your breath, and you won't turn this fertile land into scorched earth - you are the world's Destroyer, not guardian!"

"I am only the destroyer of sinners! I am the purifier of the world!"

Marco roared loudly: "I will burn you to ashes, I am the fire that purifies the world—"

Mark's eyes were full of rage.

It was a primal rage beyond human control, enough to destroy everything in the world.

That is the desire of the Molten Sage to purify the filthy world.

Like all Fire Elemental Lords, Marco grew in size as his rage grew. Now that his height has exceeded 100 meters, this terrifying monster made of golden lava can be seen anywhere in the city.

"You're crazy, Marco."

But the Wind Whisperer looked at him, his voice full of pity: "Your life is over."

"—Then let him end!!"

Marco roared furiously, his voice wrapped in a scorching brilliance, turned into a wave, spread out and engulfed the entire city in an instant.

When he personally killed all the ashes who followed him, and destroyed all the ideological achievements of his life, he was already crazy.

The gods have been slaughtered, and the people are set free.

In other words - Marco prepared to spend his whole life to prepare, and to spend hundreds of years to manage his vision was accomplished overnight by Roland.

From then on, Marco had no reason to have to live anymore.

He has no parents, no lover, no children. His followers are turned into monsters, and the greatest human beings in the world are his enemies, and two-thirds of the whole world is thinking about how to destroy him.

He was alone.

No one in this world is lonelier than Marco.

All who believed in him were dead, and the only one who understood him was his enemy.

As the Wind Whisperer said, what is roaring here at this moment is just a monster from purgatory.

His last wish now is to slaughter the Wind Whisperer and his followers here, and destroy everything in the Wind Whisperer.

At the same time as he roared, his right fist, burning like a fallen sun, slammed straight down at the Windtalker.

The wind whisperer, however, refused to hide.

He just prayed loudly: "May Higgs keep me before the sword, under the horns of the buffalo—"

In the next moment, the thin eyeballs of Higgs, which seemed to be substantial, appeared in front of the Windspeaker in an instant.

That phantom was completely different from the ones summoned by other twilight contacts~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If it wasn't many times smaller than Higgs' body, even Roland would regard it as the arrival of Higgs.

At the same time as the transparent eyeballs filled with small white snakes emerged from the void, an indescribably dark fear spread out.

Marco's right hand, which was as hot as the falling sun, stopped in mid-air without warning. His whole body froze instantly.

Marco watched helplessly as the fire on his body gradually went out, and the burning dark red flames stabbed out of him one by one like sharp cones. Beside him, the golden lava pool also became dim, and the dark red spear slowly pierced from it.

That was the fallen form of the Molten Sage—a terrifying monster known as the Impaler.

A spear grows from every corpse he burns to ashes, and each spear can be turned into a pyroxene fire thrower. And the lowest level among the pyroxene fire throwers can also compete with the powerhouses of the golden level.

Just one person is the natural disaster that destroys the world.

"I said it, Marco... I reminded you." △≧miào.*bi(.*)gé△≧,

The Windtalker shook his head sympathetically: "Everything you've done is meaningless, and you've achieved nothing in your life."

"Perhaps so. It seems that I haven't really accomplished anything since I was born..."

Ma Ke, whose pupils quickly turned yellow, also seemed to calm down, he said calmly.

Suddenly, he bowed his head and smiled at the Windtalker and the Higgs before him.

Wind Whisperer was stunned for a moment, and a violent sense of crisis emerged from his heart.

Marco said softly, but his voice was as loud as thunder: "But I can make my death meaningful—"

"—For that golden and pure world!"