From Wild Mage to Wizard King

Roland held the staff, feeling the astonishing number of blessings inside. After glancing at the few surviving undead, he cast a simple spell and killed the remaining undead warriors one by one.

While Roland was cleaning up the mess, Hela, who was knocked away, stood up again and walked to Roland's side step by step.

She was not hurt much. Although the transparent shield was pierced, the stone skin provided by the alchemical potion withstood the attack of the high priest.

Looking at the skin with a few cracks on Hela's belly, Roland took out a bottle of alchemical potion from his arms and handed it to Hela.

Hela did not hesitate and drank it all.

After Hela drank the alchemical potion, Roland also stretched out his right hand and gently tapped Hela's belly.

Under the gentle injection of magic power and the effect of the alchemical potion, Hela's stone skin turned into countless fragments and fell down, revealing Hela's real skin.

Roland looked Hela up and down, took out a used spell scroll, and sewed it on Hela's clothes through magic micro-manipulation, covering her exposed belly.

Then, Roland walked to the head of the high priest and calmly lifted his head. The ice quickly spread from his hands and froze the head of the high priest.

Finally, Roland threw the frozen head to Hela and asked her to take it first. He walked up to the altar and began to prepare for the sacrifice ceremony.

When the black sky disappeared, all the cultists waiting outside rushed in.

In their opinion, Roland and Hela, two little brats, could not beat the high priest. Therefore, the cultists in the village not only did not run away, but on the contrary, in order to show themselves in front of the high priest, almost all the people in the village were here.

When they broke in, they saw a messy battlefield.

When they looked up at the altar, the figure standing on the altar was not the high priest they expected to see. Instead of seeing a familiar figure, they met Roland's cold gaze.

However, it was Hela standing under the altar who finally broke their inner defenses. She was holding a frozen head in her right hand.

On the head, the half-broken dark golden mask showed his identity.

The high priest was dead.

The first few priests who rushed in were shocked by the news and were stunned for a while. Only one priest reacted and knelt on the ground, kowtowing wildly and shouting loudly.

"My lord, I surrender, I surrender. He forced me to do all this. I had no choice before. Now I just want to be a good person. Please forgive me."

As his voice sounded, the other priests came back to their senses.

Even the high priest was not their opponent, let alone them?

Thinking of this, they all made a decision.

With the sound of kneeling, all the priests in the village knelt on the ground and raised their hands to surrender.

Roland would naturally not accept their surrender. Each of these priests had blood on their hands and should have died long ago.

Of course, Roland did not destroy the cult organization for justice or anything, but just for revenge.

There are always some ordinary people who were dragged into the cult organization. In addition, their parents and children are not necessarily all cult members.

But Roland did not want to distinguish.

Even if they did not do anything evil, they were able to live in the village and enjoyed the support of the cult organization. Since they enjoyed the benefits brought by blood and death, they naturally had to pay the price.

Roland kept his word. Since the cult killed his whole family, Roland would also kill their whole family. No one could escape.

Amid the voices of the priests' surrender, Roland started the sacrifice.

As a familiar terror descended, all the people in the village, including the altar under his feet, were swept away. Even the corpses were sacrificed by Roland at a low price.

Except for the high priest.

Although Roland needed the blessing provided by the sacrifice, he would not wrong himself.

Even if the benefits were a little less, Roland would not sacrifice the high priest. Except for the first sacrifice, in the remaining sacrifices, Roland did not sacrifice the cultists to the undead sub-plane to reincarnate as undead. Instead, at the cost of reducing one-third of the blessing, he let the undead sub-plane crush their bodies and souls and scatter them in the sub-plane as nutrients for other undead.

Roland landed lightly on the ground and walked calmly to the door.

"Let's go."

Hela nodded and followed Roland with the head of the high priest.

After killing all the members of the village, there was no need for the two to go through any secret passages. They left the main gate of the village openly.

When the two walked to the bottom of the mountain, they put their weapons and the remaining props back on the chocobo, rode on the chocobo and left.

As they left, Roland remotely activated the spell scroll he had arranged in the secret passage.

With several roars, the snow-capped mountains behind the two men shook slightly, and the mountain village on it was destroyed.

After killing the high priest, the two did not continue to clean up the remaining altars, but found a nearby town to rest for a night. At dawn the next day, the two took the high priest's head and ran to the location of their former tribe.

After a day and a night of travel, they killed several groups of horse bandits who tried to rob and successfully arrived at their destination.

In front of a cemetery, Hela held the high priest's head in both hands and gently placed it in front of the tombstone.

Roland stood silently by the side, quietly staring at the tombstone in front of him.

After Hela decided to accept his training, Roland trained her while returning here to collect the bodies of the two tribes where Hela and Roland were.

According to the tradition of the North, Roland prepared more than 700 urns and cremated all the bodies of the two tribes and buried them here, including his parents in this life.

Recalling the mutilated bodies of his parents, Roland walked to Hela's side and lifted the head of the high priest with his left hand. On his right hand, a ball of green flames burned.

Roland put the head of the high priest on the flames, and the fragile and rotten flesh was naturally burned quickly, leaving only a black soul entity.

Under the burning of the green flames, the black soul entity was slowly eroded.

It transformed into the appearance of the high priest, wailing and cursing constantly.

Listening to the high priest's curses, Roland, who was already in a bad mood, directly increased his torture on him. When the soul fire burned, the continuous mental shock was also constantly impacting it.

Under the severe and unbearable pain, the high priest could only wail.

Because Roland did not want him to die too easily, the soul fire burned him very slowly, so his wail lasted for a day and a night.

It was not until the sun rose the next day that the last trace of the high priest's soul was burned out and completely turned into ashes.

After killing the high priest, Roland looked at Hela who was kneeling in front of the tombstone and said softly.

"Let's go."

Hela nodded and stood up silently.

After the two took a last look at the tombstone, Roland waved his hand, and countless wind and snow were rolled up, completely burying the tomb in the snow.