Blood of Mercury

As a believer, the first thing Roland has to do is believe.

He has to trust the teacher completely, in whatever sense. If he himself does not believe in the teacher, what kind of mentality can he hold to persuade other believers under his banner?

Looking at the offensive hovering in front of him, Roland smiled slightly.

Bet right.

Sure enough, this is the problem.

Simply put, Roland's faith has shaken.

Even if Roland just believed in the mentor with a thigh-holding mentality at first, he did firmly believe that the mentor could help him, at least he still believed in the great power of the long-sleeping mentor, not like now, will come from The power of the mentor as a burden.

Those who hide their beliefs in the face of pagans, dare not fully reveal the power of their mentors, but treat them as a commodity that needs to be swindled to be sold. This is a considerable degree in itself. disrespectful.

Are Faith Mentors giving you trouble? Are Faith Mentors a Shameful Thing?

From this point of view, there is actually not much difference between Roland and those incognito cultists, so the mentor is equivalent to the evil **** of the cult?

If Roland and the mentor's position called, Roland would also be dissatisfied with it.

Roland is not as good as Farina back then. As an atheist born and raised in ****, Roland took the wrong script from the beginning and set his bottom line too low.

Fortunately, there is still time to repent now—

"I praise the teacher! I teach my master Nerola, I praise you! I praise you with all my heart!"

When the baptism chanting was only halfway through the prayer and the feathers had just turned into sword blades, Roland interrupted his chanting without warning, turned his head and began to praise the teacher: "My teacher, my lord Nerola, you have the ability. Strengthen me. May all the glory go to you—"

However, the strange thing is that Roland's praise is not any existing prayer, nor is it a new prayer created by Roland, but just pure praise. And Roland clearly interrupted his magic, but his magic was not cancelled. Even the blades that were constantly spinning in the air were still shining brighter and stronger.

The principle is simple, because this is not any prayer, but a prayer to the teacher.

The Master once said in the Teachings: "You shall be justified by faith, and nothing else."

Those who praise by prayer. It cannot be said that they do not believe in the teacher; but those who do not pray according to the words of the prayer cannot be said that they do not believe in the teacher.

Since you say that you are the teacher of faith from the heart; since you say that the teacher must know what everyone thinks, whether or not to obey the prayers. What's the difference?

Roland thought of this, and more and more light flashed in his eyes.

The mentor hadn't taken the initiative to appear beside Roland for a while. The weakening of this relationship was not because of what Roland did less, but because of what he did more. Roland's cleverness made him gradually lose his mentor's attachment.

During that time, Roland was like a true believer, praying, repenting and praising according to the sacred time. But the more that flows into behavior, the less that ends up in the heart. Thinking back now, when Roland and his mentor were the closest. There is no doubt that it was when Roland was preaching in the White Tower.

That's right. Divine magic does require prayer words to release, but this is essentially the gift of the teacher, not a rigid program with trigger words.

If you have faith in your heart, you don't need to care about the form of expression. Although at the beginning, Roland found a mentor just to hug his thighs, but now, Roland has some real faith in the mentor.

Under the continuous slap of the Grand Duke like a stormy sea, Roland did not waver at all.

The silver barrier was like a boundary separating two worlds, all the attacks of the Archduke were absorbed, and the offensive like a roaring ocean wave was dispersed. completely blocked.

Although he didn't look back, Roland absolutely believed that the mentor was standing behind him at this moment, protecting him.

"—May the Lord have pity on this sad soul!"

Seeing that the Grand Duke was already in a stalemate. Roland prayed loudly without hesitation.

At that moment, a jungle of swords rose up beside Roland.

All are swords. The dense number of blades, each with the blessing and blessing of the teacher.

Flickering with a cold light and burning with a raging holy flame - light is thousands of times more than a perfect sword that is enough to take the life of a silver-ranked powerhouse, so it points at the Grand Duke from all directions. The surrounding space was almost too full, Lilia watched, and felt a tingling in her field of vision.

Countless densely packed sword blades overlapped together. That scene is enough to make any sufferer of intensive phobia shudder.

In just a moment, the situation of the battle reversed in an instant.

Pointed at by hundreds of thousands of blades, the Grand Duke at this moment is like a warrior under siege—or a martyr.

The blade formed by those black feathers stagnated slightly, and then without hesitation tilted towards the center of the fire.

In desperation, the Grand Duke had to rely on his unparalleled martial arts to try to defend. If you don't defend, you can't do anything. The blade that burns with the holy flame can definitely penetrate your body easily. The hurricane's armor is meaningless.

He was in an invisible big hand wrapped in a hurricane, grabbed one of the blades, and the roaring hurricane rushed out from the sword. The Archduke chose to use it to meet other blades, making up for each other with his own slashing sword.

And just being held, the short sword burning with white holy flame also spit out holy flame violently, and there was a scorched squeak from the palm of the grand duke, but he did not hesitate at all. A person forcibly held on for a moment in the torrential rain formed by countless blades.

But his martial arts have limits after all.

That's just the skill of mortals, and can't be used to create miracles.

To be precise, the smooth defense of the Grand Duke only lasted less than three seconds. Then a blade broke through his backhand, pierced into the center of the hurricane, and exploded into a flame. Then there were more flaws in the action of the Grand Duke, and more blades pierced in.

The hurricane on the Grand Duke gradually subsided, and his breath gradually weakened.

It was only then that Roland could see clearly that the armor on the Grand Duke had been completely removed. The center of the silver-gray hurricane seemed to be empty, but there was a vaguely human-shaped void.

Is it a soul body... Only relying on the instinct stored in the pure soul, can it achieve this level?

Roland's heart moved slightly, and suddenly he had a good idea.

Maybe the soul can be repaired... It's also a good choice as a familiar.

He stepped forward, and with Lilia's exclamations, he plunged his hand into the hurricane that, although weakened a lot, was still violent by the standards of ordinary people.

His right arm was struggling to explore in the hurricane, and the soul vision in his eyes had already opened.

Finally, Roland reached out and put his hand on the hollow human figure's forehead.

"rest in peace……"

As Roland used the baptismal chant to the Grand Duke for the second time~www.wuxiaspot.com~, his expression became sacred, his voice became extremely pure, and the purest holy fire was burning in his eyes.

In Roland's whispered prayers, the hurricane quickly ceased, and the empty human figure gradually flashed with light that flowed like mercury, and then gradually solidified.

Roland suddenly felt a little uneasy.

This is not the process of making a demon at all... but it looks like a saint descending.

"...May the Lord forgive me."

"May the Lord watch over you and grant you—"

A clear voice came from in front of Roland.

The next moment, a young knight with pure light in his eyes took shape in the light, and in Roland's astonished eyes and the teacher's happy laughter, he introduced word by word: "Kalar, the Holy Grail Knight, by the order of the teacher. Back in the world-"

"—Salute to you, my lord." (To be continued.)