Blood of Mercury

The more scorching hurricane twisted into bundles, leaning on the blade of the archduke.

The poisonous fire that flowed like the silver-gray bone marrow was extinguished by an inexplicable force—the next moment, a violent scorching storm swirled and danced at high speed with the Grand Duke at the center, and the figure that had already become clear inside disappeared again vaguely. in the eye of the wind.

Rather than snakes and loopholes, it was more like a giant drill formed by a hurricane slammed into the ground.

Not only was the ground cracked by the pressure, but the entire earth seemed to be shaking. Just like standing near the drill bit at the construction site, Roland only felt the ground under his feet vibrate with increasing frequency.

Finally, after the pressure reached a critical point, the ground burst open with a bang. In an instant, with the Grand Duke as the center, dense cracks like spider webs burst open on the ground, and every second the cracks are getting deeper and more numerous!

Under the violent shaking that seemed to come from the center of the earth, many fine dust and gravel on the ground vibrated at a high frequency like the sand on the drum surface that was beating frantically, suspended in the air in a vague posture.

But just for a moment, the floating earth and stones were swept away by the blowing storm, and the scattered poisonous fire was sucked into the silver-gray frantically spinning hurricane. The hurricane restrained by the power of the Grand Duke vibrated violently like a chainsaw thrown into broken sand, making a disturbing screeching sound.

Before this chilling scene, Roland took a deep breath. Instead, a wild smile appeared on his face.

no doubt. It was a smile that only a madman could have.

That is the smile of a madman when he faces a building that is about to collapse and a bridge that is about to collapse. It doesn't matter if you are on it.

It doesn't matter if the archduke's blade is about to tear him apart in the next moment.

He shouted loudly: "Never forget to sing, never forget to pray, never forget to sleep forever!"

"Appoint to me, learn from me, obey me - rest in my hands!"

At this moment, the archduke's blade finally completely shredded the hurricane, and stabbed straight at Roland.

However, Roland had no intention of evading. He kept praying in his mouth, and the silver-white holy flame ignited in his eyes. The light spots behind him condensed into black crystal-like feathers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they approached him at a speed that gave people a strong sense of disobedience. The blade stopped it in the air.

It looks as pure and delicate as black crystal, but still has a soft feather like countless fine steel brushes, holding the archduke's blade on the spot ruthlessly. Plenty of sparks popped up.

A steady stream of divine grace poured in from Roland, and those black crystal-like feathers became sharper and stronger.

But in time, the blade can still be seen gradually slipping out of the gap in the feather, and then pulled out from it with a swipe.

next moment. As the Archduke took a step forward, the violent hurricane suddenly burst in all directions. At that moment, Roland felt suffocated, and his body felt a very strong backward thrust, and he almost flew backwards without standing still.

Was the fury before the ashes a hurricane...

Such an idea vaguely appeared in Roland's mind, but he didn't have time to think too much. Even Roland stabilized his body. But now the Archduke's attack has come.

Without being countered, the blade came with a manic hurricane, as if wielding a huge club.

Roland subconsciously raised his blade to block the Archduke's assault, but then his blade was deflected to the side by the cyclone whirling in one direction.

After that, the Grand Duke took a firm step forward, and the manic hurricane swept through, finally knocking Roland back.

Although it was only more than one meter and less than two meters, but when Roland was still sliding backwards and did not regain control of his center of gravity, the Grand Duke's jump and split had already arrived!

With the consciousness as if to split the heaven and the earth together, the silver-gray hurricane that penetrated the sky and the earth condensed into a column. Smashed down hard!

However, Roland had no will to dodge.

He's already conscious...

Yes. It is too arrogant to think that it is too arrogant to easily defeat the Grand Duke who has not transformed into ashes without using real strength.

Roland is not a real genius. Even if he had experience fighting Dusk, it was in the game after all. Moreover, adding up all his combat experience in the game, it would not exceed ten years.

Think about the Swords of Glory who have advanced to the throat of champions, the stalkers who have acquired the Shadow Warrior profession, and those genuine weapon masters. Which one has not experienced more than ten years of experience when they advanced to Silver?

In front of Roland, the "living armor" attacked silently. It is a warrior who has lived on the battlefield all his life, an executioner, and a hero worshipped by people. He has probably killed more people in his life than Roland has ever seen.

So, what did Roland rely on? Will you be superior enough to try to defeat the opponent with the opponent's strengths and your own weaknesses? Is it because of the rank that "is only a mere silver rank"?

Do not make jokes. Roland himself is a model of leapfrog killing, so why can't others have such an ability?

Almost all of Roland's power at this moment came from his mentor, system, and his own foresight. It would be too much to show off other "combat experience" or magic manipulation skills as advantages.

Now Roland has calmed down. After that, he couldn't help but start to thank the Archduke.

Without his persecution, Roland would not have realized that he had begun to get carried away.

He is a pastor. He is the Pope of the saints, and the only spokesperson of the Dormant Master.

His every move represents the teacher's face.

Fear of being a monster or something. Worrying that this will alienate people from themselves or something, such cowardice should not have appeared in the first place.

He is the Pope, not the ordinary man anymore. There is no need to act cautiously, but act like a thunderbolt.

What Roland has to do is not to let the gods find out that the saint has returned. Once they became vigilant and chose to hide their followers in the deep mountains, Roland would be in big trouble.

Only when the vast majority of people have lost their faith in the gods will they be unable to resist the check of the Wall of Orm and be banished to the ground. Roland didn't have the time to search for them bit by bit. The most correct solution is to let the situation start to collapse before they realize that something is wrong.

In other words, the only place where Roland was tied was under the eyes of the gods. Carrar and Baita were generally invisible to the gods. Even if Roland made his cornerstone elements violent, he would have no problem turning into an angel of death.

Because Roland is the Pope.

It's a monster who believes in gods~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Thousands of thoughts flashed through Roland's mind, and more and more violent fighting intent surged from his chest.

The Grand Duke is the boss, and Roland is also the boss; the Grand Duke is the silver rank, and Roland is also the silver rank. Well, now that the Grand Duke has begun to run wild...

A trace of emerald green flashed in Roland's eyes, which instantly overwhelmed the flaming holy flame.

Looking at the huge blade wrapped around the hurricane that was about to smash himself, Roland didn't even blink his eyes, just stood there and shouted in an almost hysterical voice: "Your sin will be oiled and marked—"

"Ah……"

A soft and lazy laughter came from behind Roland.

"That's it. That's what a good boy is."

Accompanied by the pleasant voice of the mentor whom he hadn't seen for a long time, the silver barrier quietly rose just before the archduke's blade fell. Fully absorb the force of the blade. (To be continued.)