Blood of Mercury

It was still too rude by the standards of a beast.

The petite and feminine girl wielded huge black claws that were completely disproportionate to her own, and her whole body turned into a red lightning and flew towards the Tree of Suffering, with cobweb-like cracks under her feet.

A scarlet wave of air surging around her, covering half of her face, revealed a strange madness.

As she charged, she seemed to be able to see a scarlet comet with a long flame tail rushing past against the broken ground. It had already been bombed once, and the ground with only black dirt was ploughed out of a deep ravine by the enormous pressure.

It was an arrogant gesture that seemed to split the sky and tear the ground to pieces. Just looking at it seems to be able to smell a strong stench.

That is a terrible disaster that human beings cannot match and cannot cope with.

- Disasters come from the sky, how can anyone with flesh and blood resist?

For the first time, the Tree of Passion reacted violently and exaggeratedly—it pulled its roots out.

It was reddish rhizomes, each strung with a shriveled man or two at the end. They were wearing armor that was more than half corroded, and thick rhizomes passed through their chests. Countless furry bright red thin roots spread out from the rhizomes, pinning their bodies from top to bottom.

These were the missing Templars. They were not immersed in the flames of fire and burned to death, but were threaded into skewers and nailed to the ground.

Their eye sockets were sunken, their teeth were all lost, and their legs were brutally removed, leaving only the torso and arms. The blood vessels on their faces were purple, the eyeballs were bulging, and the skin was too pale. But there is no doubt that they are not dead yet.

Their eyes were dull and dull, but there was a strange and comfortable expression on their faces. Under the waving of the rhizomes, these dry corpses twitched as if electrocuted, like a shadow play.

Thousands of knights fly in the air with comical and rigid movements. The momentum of the silver rank poured out from them, and they raised the long swords in their hands uniformly.

——Directly pointing at Elucado.

"how come……?!"

Lilia couldn't help covering her mouth with tears in her eyes. Gahalad also sighed deeply. Close your eyes.

The Tree of Passion infuses them with sugar and water to draw life and divine grace from them.

Just like humans plant fruit trees, the Suffering Tree also imitates humans and raises a group of "livestock" in captivity to grow itself.

"Unforgivable... unforgivable!"

Gahalad closed his eyes tightly. But you can tell his anger just from his trembling body.

The young knight's right hand pressed against the hilt of the sword, which was already clenched white, but his feet did not move like roots.

Because Roland didn't let him act. He has no right to crusade the enemies of the monarch.

From a knight's point of view, interfering in other people's duels or interfering in other people's crusade against monsters is very impolite. This is equivalent to belittling the honor of the other party and despising the honor of the other party.

Even if you are worried. No matter how angry he was, Gahalad could never intervene in this battle that belonged to him before Roland opened his mouth.

And Roland on the other side did not live up to Gahalad's expectations——

"The lost and the old are my calling. Commit to me, learn from me, and be loyal to me."

In the chanting of the angel of death, the pure white holy light was divided into dozens, and the dozens became hundreds. Countless fine light prisons smashed the rhizomes of the tree of suffering and the pure white vines that were still slightly charred. and locked tightly. As if the voice of prayers from heaven rang faintly, holy songs echoed in the air.

The towering oaks hundreds of meters high, the angels singing prayers, and the legion leading the burning black flames - at that moment, it was as if the epic era of a thousand years ago had reappeared in the world.

The light prison only lasted for a moment. It was shattered by the mighty force that erupted from the Tree of Suffering. But at this time, Elucado had already rushed over!

The black giant claws opened and clenched, and the large rhizomes and the vines wrapped around the Suffering Tree were tightly grasped by Elucado, and then tightened.

As she pulled hard, a creaking sound came. The Tree of Suffering, which had pulled out its roots, was powerless to resist Elucado's mighty force, and the giant tree hundreds of meters high was pulled by her, and it was about to tip over.

Along the countless vines and rhizomes, thousands of rabid dogs and black crows jumped up behind Elucado, and rolled up with barks and neighs. The sky was instantly obscured by pitch black and scarlet, and a strong fishy smell came here along with the unique aura of destruction. An ant colony of black beasts instantly covered the skin of the Tree of Suffering.

The Tree of Suffering was instantly enraged. A layer of hot ashes emerged on the surface. At the same time, its momentum also rose, and the manic bloodthirsty aura surged up.

The blades protruding from its vines have become more prominent and sharper, and the appearance of the vines has completely lost its appearance. Turned into a whip sword of complete blades. The ashes of scorching, scalding, faintly shimmering black dark fire emerged on the blade, killing the large black beast like mowing grass.

However, at this time Roland's prayer was coming to an end: "...don't forget to sing, don't forget to pray, don't forget to sleep forever. Rest in my hands. Your sins will be oiled and marked—"

At the landing point of the slender beam of light just now, a silver-white illusory cross appeared there at some point.

Most crosses are only knee-high. Occasionally, a man-high cross can be seen—and the most conspicuous among them is the bottom of the pit, where Joseph disappeared, a huge ten-meter-high cross full of prayers.

Crosses of different heights shone with a gentle pure white holy light. It looks like a mass grave, but it has the same sacred feeling.

As Roland sang, a pure white butterfly flapped its wings and flew up from the top of the cross, driving a pure white breeze.

The ashes on the tree of suffering were completely dispelled by Roland in an instant. The power it had just received collapsed into a hot air that spread around.

At that moment, the power of the Tree of Suffering was already out of balance. In the wrestling with Elucado, the Tree of Suffering was inevitably horribly injured.

"Forgive this, I hereby swear by the flesh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ here to shout, here to sing-"

In the sound of Roland's prayer, countless butterflies surrounded it, and the pure white breeze gradually turned into a dazzling storm.

In the endless storm, a vague white figure about a hundred meters high emerged, unable to see his face.

It nodded slightly at Roland, then walked to the tree of suffering, raised its hand, and patted it hard!

The dense ashes on the Suffering Tree had no effect, and a sour squeak sounded.

In the holy light unique to the Purification Domain, the benefits that the Tree of Suffering continued to apply to itself were dispelled one by one. The rabid dog kept biting the skin of the Tree of Suffering, biting off the roots and vines, and countless crows smashed the internal organs of those knights. He chewed and devoured the brain, smashed the bark near the male head embedded in the tree of suffering, and pulled out the person inside.

In the slow and powerful slap of the huge figure, under the bite of countless black beasts, the aura of the Tree of Suffering became weaker and weaker.

Finally, in the roar of Elucado, she completely uprooted the tree of suffering! (To be continued.)