Blood of Mercury

A dazzling light suddenly flashed in the sky not far away.

The wave of burning gray-white flames roared, and the death battle between the flame giant and the pure white giant tree rolled up a huge wave of 100 meters high, making a deafening sound like a tsunami.

Roland was five or six kilometers away from the City of Fortune, and he felt the hot and humid air hitting his face. Lilia on the side was already showing an uncomfortable expression, but Gahalad was indifferent.

The scene in front of him is really not surprising in the era when he lived.

Magic professionals with enough willpower can summon a huge human figure behind them, which is a proof of their pure faith in their hearts. Just as warriors with excellent swordsmanship can easily cut scars far beyond the length of their weapons, it is not impossible to even cut a mountain with a single sword.

That is the origin, the power to cause miracles in mortal form.

In the era when Gahalad was active, it was in a period of high incidence of war. The war between mortals and mortals, the slaughter of mortals by monsters, the resistance of mortals against monsters—and so on, happens every day.

Although the wishes of human beings were distorted, their wills were distorted, and their beliefs were stolen, those years were really the brightest years of human spirits.

It is the war of the fanatics of the gods and the followers of truth, the war of the sword of the loyal guardian of the kingdom and the fighter who seeks freedom. The conflict between belief and belief is like two gears of different sizes colliding with each other at high speed, blooming beautiful and splendid sparks.

But now, I am afraid that such a scene is very rare to see.

Peace breeds weakness. This truth will not change anywhere.

It's just that there have been no large-scale wars for 80 years, and the new generation of people has forgotten what war looks like. Today, some zealous young people are so eager for it to come, and foolish poets sing loudly about the exploits of the executioner, but they do not know what the war represents, and what they should praise.

That's hell. Souls who have not experienced **** are always just cowardly mortals.

Gahalad looked sideways and glanced at Lilia who was beside him.

There seemed to be a gleam in her eyes. There seemed to be something expected in the pupils that had been dyed silver now.

...even such a gentle and innocent little girl. Also looking forward to power?

But then, Gahalad realized something was wrong.

It was not the gaze of a mortal who was looking forward to something, nor was it the gaze of a mortal who was afraid of monsters. To describe it, it is closer to the kind of focus that is characteristic of researchers.

Gahalad looked at her eyes. I suddenly felt unwell for no reason. It took a long time for Gahalad to suppress this discomfort.

That look is heart-pounding. The disgusting look in the eyes of someone who sees through everything.

"Brother Roland, who is he?"

Suddenly, Lilia stopped her steps. Gently pulled LaRoland's sleeve.

The person she was looking at was a huge human figure with flaming flames all over its body.

"He..."

Roland paused for a while, but didn't even look back, but as if he knew who Lilia was referring to, he replied softly, "His name is Joseph, and he's the mentor's pastor. A devout believer.

"Is he very religious, brother Roland?"

"Very pious."

Roland still didn't look back: "In today's era, he is considered a saint."

"If...I mean if," Lilia hesitated, "if he was deceived. If a rebellion..."

"Lilia, and Gahalad," Roland interrupted her words, "Joseph may have many shortcomings... But, he is a very religious man. His piety is worthy of respect."

Before Roland finished speaking, the increasingly strong silver-white light began to flicker in the huge flame humanoid, becoming stronger and brighter. Its movements also become slow.

The suffocating horror almost suffocated Roland and others.

"careful!"

Lilia screamed suddenly, she suddenly grabbed the corner of Roland's clothes and pulled him behind him forcefully.

Roland didn't resist, just obeyed Lilia's movements. Step back slowly.

Gahalad seemed to finally be getting some sort of affirmation. He stepped forward without hesitation, and the small round shield on his left arm suddenly flashed a dazzling light. An arc-shaped light shield emerged from above, quickly grew larger, and the tip slanted into the ground. The canopy-like arc above covered Roland and Lilia.

Without warning, an extremely dazzling blazing white brilliance suddenly pierced from Joseph's body - no, it is too frivolous to describe it as dazzling. At that moment, it seemed that a new world was born.

The whole world was instantly overwhelmed by the light pierced from Joseph's body. The whole world lost its voice.

The last thing Roland could do was to cover the three with the field of silent prayer.

In the world of silent pure white, the huge flame figure began to collapse inward. The gray-white human figure first turned silver-white. Then it was drenched in an even more blazing blazing white light. An orange-colored interior texture reminiscent of magma was then revealed at the collapse point. Those off-white and golden liquids were instantly submerged in blazing white, and the entire city instantly turned pure white.

The next moment, all the blazing white exploded at the same time. The time that had stopped started running again, and an unimaginable roar rolled over everything.

A shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded with Joseph at the center. The ground bursts open layer by layer, the water surface has completely disappeared, and parts of the ground fly out layer by layer, turning into powder in the storm.

Then came a terrible storm. The storm, which had been dyed white, covered everything in the world and shredded it, and the flying **** turned into cannonballs that could easily smash people into sieves under the huge power. Then Dangdang hit Gahalad's light shield.

At the same time, a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose from Joseph's original location. The thick gray-black smoke rolled, and there was something silvery-gray like lava in it flashing and spreading at a very slow speed in the sky.

The devastating explosion made Lilia's face turn pale. Roland was compelled to add a layer of ice wall covering the prayer of silence, so that the three behind him who were not covered by the light shield would not be smashed by the returning gravel.

After the power of the explosion subsided a little, Roland looked up. At this time, the city of wealth has been completely disappeared.

It was much more serious than Roland's one - this time, everything on the ground was completely wiped out, even the sewers were blown away, and even the surrounding 300 meters of the City of Fortune turned into a terrifying deep pit.

This is definitely not the power that the martyrs of the silver rank can exert~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The top of the golden rank is almost the same.

Joseph must be dead. So...the tree of suffering...

But when Roland looked towards the center, he almost suffocated.

I saw a gray-white ash-like substance emerging from the whole body of the Suffering Tree, blocking the power of the explosion. Although the side close to the moonlight has been burned by one-third, and the roots are exposed, the tree of suffering is still two-thirds intact.

That was asylum from Higgs.

——It was a little different from what Joseph imagined.

The splendid explosion that he exchanged for his life has no value in the end.

Even for Joseph...that was too much.

Roland was silent for a long time, then walked out from under the protection of Gahalad's light shield, and stepped forward in the face of the scorching aura of destruction. (To be continued.)