Blood of Mercury

In one minute and forty seconds, all the souls of the Thousand Heads Tomb were cleaned up.

[You dispelled 1021 grievances and extracted the power of the source... You finally got 612 experience points]

【You got the characteristic words of compassion】

Words of Compassion (Personal Trait)

Effect: All types of your dispels deal 80% increased damage to the dead and 50% more damage to the Undead.

- May the Lord have pity on this sad soul.

……It's ok.

Roland nodded reluctantly.

Dispelling thousands of wronged souls in one go will definitely get the characteristics, but Roland personally still prefers a holy song that can play half of the dispelling effect before the prayer is completed, or can dispel it again with a small power in a short period of time after the successful dispelling. Dispel Master trait.

At least what he got was the words of compassion, instead of being proficient in dispelling or proficient in scolding.

For Roland, although the short-term combat power hardly improved, the words of compassion gave Roland a way to silence the undead.

Although the baptism chant of the deceased is claimed to be a corpse of the same level, he can't dispel the undead until he gets this feature.

If he can't even deal damage, his death chant feature won't trigger at all, and there's no way to erase the immortality of the undead.

But now, he can completely kill the undead.

Roland still remembers that an undead priest was paralyzed by himself and picked up by Farina.

Not to mention other undead, at least that undead, Roland must deal with it as soon as possible.

Although Aster helped Roland take the blame, Roland's troubles in the city of wealth will sooner or later be rumored. Roland also didn't want to stop anything - or rather, he just wanted the people in Baita to realize his ferocity and kill him as soon as possible.

After all, one of the conditions for the mourner to be promoted to the death crow is to put himself in a state of "recognized as dead". In other words, Roland would have to fake his death sooner or later.

But as a voter of Changmian's mentor, he can't give his boss a share - since he is going to die, why not die vigorously?

He planned. When I get to the White Tower, I will play a big one. First make a fortune, then make a name for yourself, and finally let yourself be caught and executed.

The only downside of this plan is that for a period of time after Roland was "executed", he was almost isolated from the world. He doesn't care too much if something happens outside.

In such a case. Letting a priest of a evil god—especially a priest of a **** of corruption and disease—run around outside, the harm done is too great.

You know, by the time Roland returns to society in another identity, the White Tower will probably collapse. The plague revival is about to begin, and the first thing Roland wants to clean up is the **** of decay and disease.

He didn't want to let the plague he finally cultivated block the wedding dress for others.

All kinds of thoughts in Roland's mind were fleeting. He took one last look at the bright red magic circle that started to shine in the middle of the main hall, but walked straight to the back hall without stopping.

Roland lowered his head and glanced at the silver bracelet hanging on his wrist, looked at the speed of the fonts on it, and determined that Claudia was in a relatively safe state.

Because Roland very smoothly used a wave of baptism chant to clear all the wronged souls, and now unexpectedly has more time than he imagined.

After a total of more than 300 steps, Roland walked to the front of the back hall.

The material of this gate is different from the obsidian outside, which is a rare winged tree in Caral.

Roland stretched out his hand and touched the cold door with a complicated expression.

While inheriting the heavy material of the wing tree, this gate is also as strong as steel. Both in appearance and in effect. This is no different from a door of steel.

So the question arises - why isn't this door simply made of metal?

"Of course I'm afraid of rust."

Roland raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, and without hesitation, he kicked the door straight away.

In an instant, the blood accumulated behind the door spurted out. About half a palm-high blood spurted towards Roland from the lower end of the door, instantly shining Roland's black leather boots.

The girl with long blond hair knelt on the ground and bowed her head. Her hands were spread out to the sides, behind which was a huge horizontal plank, and her wrists were nailed with rusted steel nails through them.

And her abdomen was pierced by a Kalar slashing sword with a broken blade, which was nailed to the wooden board behind her. With her weak struggle and breathing, a stream of blood spurted from her abdomen to the ground like a spring.

From Roland's point of view, she was like being nailed to an upside-down cross.

"...Ro, Roland?"

She raised her head suspiciously, her voice dry and hoarse.

"Save me! Save me! Please save me!"

She seemed to suddenly realize something. He struggled and cried, and the flesh and blood of his hands were almost torn apart.

The long hair that used to be as beautiful as liquid gold was now bleak due to the long-term torture.

The golden hair fluttered in a messy way, revealing the face of the person behind him——

It was Claudia.

"I'm coming here—you hold on!"

Roland shouted loudly.

His face was full of anxiety, and he took three steps in parallel. Almost trotting all the way to Claudia.

"Roland, thank you..."

Before Claudia could finish her thanks, a blue short sword pierced her throat and nailed it to the stake behind her.

Afterwards, Roland mercilessly put his foot on the Carrar slashing sword in her abdomen, making it stab deeper.

"……why?"

"Claudia"'s throat was pierced. It made a hissing noise like an insect.

To this day, her face is still full of hatred, confusion, and the pain of being betrayed - it can be said that she is a drama.

At this time, the anxiety on Roland's face had completely dissipated.

His face was flat, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"It is worthy of praise in terms of acting skills, at least it is more reliable than the one outside."

Roland said slowly, his right hand slowly pressed on the dagger stuck in "Claudia"'s throat, exerting force little by little—

"How did you find me? It stands to reason that I should have no flaws."

"Claudia" sounded confused.

Roland just smiled and shook his head.

"You underestimate Claudia~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She's far smarter than you think."

"The Crawley family has a crystal wood garden, which can be seen from the dense crystal wood ornaments on Claudia's body."

"She made some preparations before she set off on this trip. It is very likely that she had long expected that there would be a terrifying monster that could transform others, so she deliberately threw away her bracelet, He put on a pair of ordinary silver bracelets and hid them in the priest's robe."

"Before, she deliberately lost her right bracelet. It's the one I'm wearing now."

"In other words, you should only have a silver bracelet on your left hand now."

"Then explain, why do you wear crystal wood bracelets with divine patterns on both of your hands?"

Roland said word by word: "When did you copy the image of Claudia? The enemy of Kabbalah?"

Thinking of Claudia's help to him when he first entered this world, Roland's silver-gray eyes were cold and ruthless, but anger gradually ignited in his eyes. (To be continued.)