Blood of Mercury

The night was dark, as if the entire sky was submerged in the deep sea.

It was noon, and the sun still hadn't risen.

Roland saw - in the center of human civilization, five towers that penetrated the sky leaned and fell from the clouds.

Just like the five pillars supporting the sky collapsed, at the end of the sky, the splendid rainbow-like enchantment was like a shattered glass wall, with dense cracks.

Shining with colorful light, the large fragments like hallucinations kept falling off from above, fell to the ground, and shattered into dreamlike spots of light.

The raging flames rose at the edge of the line of sight, and the black smoke and the wall of fire divided the world.

Roland saw the light of the stars turned into a sharp sword, hitting the outer wall of the minaret repeatedly and quickly.

More splendid than any fireworks in the world, the shocking rays of light are constantly flickering on the outer wall of the collapsed White Tower, and halos spread out, briefly illuminating the dark sky.

The people who came in like a tide were not hindered by anything. Divine auras flashed from their bodies, and their faces were full of fanatical and joyful smiles.

They raised the sharp blades in their hands and roared, splitting the heads of the elderly and children as easily as cutting a hot knife into butter. Their faces were filled with incomparably happy and noble expressions, as if they were saving the world with a sense of mission. on their faces.

—because God was with them.

The bodies of these sergeants were full of holy flames, and vague phantoms loomed behind them.

Under the gaze of the gods, the witchcraft of the sorcerer is like a child's joke, and it can't play any role.

The flaming meteors and the terrifyingly cold ice needles hit the armor that was burning with holy flames, just like a handful of water poured into a monstrous fire, without any change at all.

On the contrary, once the standard military long sword was cut on the wizard, the protective witchcraft floating in the wizard's body was cut open, and the terrifying wound immediately appeared on the wizard's flesh.

Blessings, Advanced Consecrated Weapons, Divine Shields, Living Bodies, Breaking Defenses—these are high-level blessing spells that appear on Templars on their own, even without prayer. Because of their perceived flaws, the sergeants of these gods have never been so close to the gods they serve.

There was no need to pray, and the Templars were very excited when they realized that just killing the enemy would be rewarded by the gods. The voice almost trembled.

These wonderful killing weapons are also immune to all poisons and curses, so even the types of traps are limited.

Yes - no one can stop their progress. All defenses will be broken, and all injuries caused by attacks will vanish in an instant.

And so, advancing at a slow but firm pace; advancing with chants of praise to the gods.

The sorcerers' hard fights were nearly fruitless. Nearly a thousand Templars were killed in the first wave of sorcery. But with this level of damage, in the sea of ​​enemies that can't be seen at a glance, it can't even fight a single float.

It was an army of hundreds of thousands of people.

On the night before the start of the war, 80% of the apprentice priests and Templars were blessed by the gods in advance, and obtained the ability to cast spells and the permission to participate in the holy war. These clerics who were inspired by the gods to become official ranks overnight accounted for more than one-third of the entire legion.

In the tough battle, it is these people who act as forwards.

Human casualties caused by the wizards' counterattack. Ninety percent are from these people.

Suze, Titan, Banza, and all the clergy of the official rank in Fararo have accepted the call of the gods. There are even seven or eight-year-old children singing the praises of the gods and wiping the blood from the swords on the faces of the blood-stained warriors with pure white handkerchiefs - they are the little choir members of the choir.

Because of their inherently superior ability to perceive, they were granted permission to the official rank at a young age, and a few have even become official priests of the Black Iron rank.

They didn't even know what kind of cruel **** they were going to, so they set off with the army under the encouragement and worry of their parents to crusade the heretics in the East.

However, in this undeniable war, there are some people who continue to launch a decisive charge against the legions of the gods.

Even if their results could be ignored, even if they couldn't even kill a single person after rushing into the formation, they still kept rushing out of the White Tower. Trying to use your own body can hold the pace of the army's attack for even a second.

Constant resurrection, constant battle, constant death.

Perhaps their sacrifice was not due to acts of righteousness, nor was it outright justice. Even at this time, most of them have not substituted themselves into this world, and all motives are for themselves - but it is undeniable that it is precisely because of their efforts that the army of the gods is attacked. The time to enter the innermost ring was delayed by thirty minutes.

Roland watched as the sky tilted, the ground split open, and the world fell one by one like plates on a skewed table. shattered in the abyss.

In the midst of total destruction, no one found that the wizards who should have been completely wiped out had a slip through the net.

The only wizard in the fifth tower, just before the Fists of Lifeless smashed open the obsidian door in the inner ring. He disappeared silently into the siege of the gods.

It was in these thirty minutes that the miracle of the new White Pagoda was created.

The names of these people are called players.

Roland saw such a black-haired young man in the crowd from above.

He was wearing the characteristic black robe of a shaman sorcerer, and was pinned to the ground by the priests, his head resting on the shards of the building. Exposed fragile neck. The Knight Templar on the side raised the long sword in his hand high, ready to slash.

But the young man had no fear of death at all.

The happy smile of completing the epic mission appeared on his face, and the emotion of continuing the inheritance of the White Pagoda with his own strength turned into tears, and he shouted "It's worth it" and then happily to die.

Besides him, there were many people who gave up resistance at the same time, cheered each other high-five, wiped the blood on each other's faces, laughed loudly at each other's mistakes and the number of deaths, and laughed until their voices became hoarse.

- Just like a hero.

Roland watched, watched, and suddenly burst into tears.

He stared closely at the black-haired young man whose body was separated but smiling, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything.

Have I ever loved the world like this...

Standing in front of the rumbling wheel of history, he opened his arms, spit out **** spit, kept swearing and was run over to death.

This made Roland feel that he was a **** hero before.

"I...have such heroic moments?"

Roland asked himself.

Before discovering the business opportunity of this game, when you devote yourself to it as a player.

It turned out that after leaving her sister, she also showed such a happy smile?

"Ah...of course."

A pair of gentle hands stroked Roland's cheeks and slowly covered Roland's eyes from behind.

Suddenly, the whole world fell into darkness.

— Tick tock.

The sound of water sounded in Roland's ears.

He opened his eyes again, but found that the surroundings were unusually dim.

"You're awake."

Esther's voice came from in front of him.

"...Ah. Had a nice dream."

Roland responded casually, and wanted to sit up, but found himself handcuffed to the ground.

Sitting on the ground, leaning against the huge and heavy wooden cross behind him, his hands spread flat to both sides, and the chains of black iron are bound to both sides of the cross. And Roland's feet were also together, and his ankles were wrapped tightly around the chain, and the other part of the chain was tied to a heavy square lead.

"…what happened?"

Roland was a little bewildered. (To be continued.)