Blood of Mercury

After leaving the ground, the tree of suffering withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its golden skin dehydrated with great speed, and became dry and yellow; his golden oak leaves turned to ashes, and the pure white mistletoe entwined around it, as if scorched by fire, quickly withered and blackened.

Twilight followers who believe in Higgs have strong or weak immortality. Not to mention the immortality based on the soul, those immortality based on the body basically have the same solution, which is to let them completely leave the earth.

As the former father of Gaia and the creator of Gaia's Wall, Higgs is undoubtedly his home ground. As long as His followers stand on the ground, He can provide them with a steady stream of energy.

The easiest way is to grab them by the throat and drag them off the ground. After that, the other immortality will be cracked one by one. After all, the immortality of the followers of Dusk is far weaker than that of the followers of Dusk, and it is much easier to solve than the latter.

Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Tree of Suffering was struggling and quickly withered and withered under the control of Elucado. As the alienation on his body quickly subsided, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

Don't look at Roland as if he didn't do anything, just summoned Joseph's Holy Spirit. In fact, using the silver rank to forcibly disperse the divine blessing of the Hall of Truth level, if Roland hadn't made him go berserk, his personality would never have been able to do this.

Just like when he played against Bernard before, facing the followers of Higgs, Roland was once again filled with killing intent from his mentor. But this time was a little different from last time.

Maybe it was contaminated by Higgs once before, and the mind became much firmer. This time, Roland made his origin run wild, and faced the infection of the mentor's killing intent, but he did not lose his mind. Of course, even so, Roland spent a lot of energy trying to control his body.

He became more and more certain that the instructor judged some standards.

Taking Roland as an example, the more Roland did something that lost his integrity, the happier the tutor; the more angry and sad Roland was. Or when it is filled with some kind of firm and wildly fluctuating emotions, the more excited the teacher is. On the contrary, when Roland kept his composure and the victory was in his grasp, the mentor seemed to be unable to bring up any nature.

...that's really bad fun.

Roland sighed deeply.

He had heard. Because Aum referred to the characteristics of dusk when he created the Eternal Sleeping Mentor at that time, the Eternal Sleeping Mentor became the saint closest to dusk.

Of all the saints, her incarnation is the closest to a mortal. Whether it is the executioner who is always full of ecstasy on his face, holding the instruments of death, or the rickety old gravedigger who is always sighing. Or the elegant and lazy tomb guards without facial features, all appear in the image of human beings.

Even though the three incarnations of the Dormant Master are full of weirdness from a human point of view, compared to the Kabbalah tree that appears in a tree diagram, the father of Gaia, who is incarnated by a golden oak entwined by a giant snake, Or as a covenanter with a golden slate exposed in front of people, she is already the alien that is closest to human beings.

She is also the saint who is most interested in mortals, the only saint who is interested in human poetry, and the only saint who asks priests to compose hymns.

Compared with other saints, she is too human. But anyone can see that her humanity is nothing but a fake imitated, but she has an interest in imitating humans. It's creepy enough.

Watching Joseph's huge human figure gradually dissipate in the air, Roland didn't pay attention. All his attention was taken away by another matter.

——When Roland was withdrawing from the state of being an angel of death this time, a strange vision flashed in front of his eyes.

There seemed to be endless scorching dust flashing past Roland's eyes. Some dim yellow things wrapped in hot wind gathered together and roared to form a huge abstract human figure that was thousands of meters high and reached the sky. Before Him, the tree of suffering was as small as a child.

However, that illusion only lasted for a moment. Roland could only see that the giant looked like an ascetic whose mouth was sewn shut. His hands were tied to his chest with ropes in a prayer-like shape, and his long sandy hair fluttered around.

——The first time, Roland thought of the yellowish human figure that appeared behind him when he faced off against Bernard.

...what does that mean?

Roland realized that this matter seemed to have some special meaning. He couldn't help but keep a secret.

But before that, there are more important things waiting for Roland to solve.

Everything in the city of wealth should be resolved.

"Elucado. Enough is enough... come back."

Roland said softly.

The black-red monster nodded respectfully, threw the Tree of Suffering on the ground, and backed away.

The vines of the Suffering Tree are dead and reduced to ashes. Only a one-meter-high tree stump remained. and a lignified male head embedded in a third of it.

The remnant of the Tree of Suffering struggled, wriggling like a worm, trembling, trying to bury itself in the soil again. But that's something it can't do without vines, roots and arms. Then it let out a sharp, trembling cry.

It wriggled with difficulty among the countless crosses, and encountered the remains of a dismembered knight. It seemed to have found a paradise, desperately trying to stab itself into it. But it can only vibrate and do nothing.

"Sad monster."

Roland sighed and walked forward slowly. Every time he passed a cross, Roland stopped, prayed softly for it, and continued on.

Behind him, silver radiance surged like starlight. Above Roland's head, something transparent flashed away.

The thin figure in the black robe silently pulled out the beheader's long sword, raised it high, and then dropped it heavily.

One, two, three.

Wood **** splashes. The woody middle-aged man screamed and opened his eyes, which happened to meet Roland's eyes.

The man was stunned.

But in the next moment, his head was smashed by Roland. Very uniform and meticulous, Roland patiently smashed the whole piece of dead wood into slag, and the breeze fanned by the white butterflies flying in the sky spread all over the city.

Then, he nailed the beheader's long sword to the ground, and prayed softly in a rare voice that only he could hear.

The silver-white holy fire gradually ignited, burning all over the city along the wood chips, burning quietly. The white cross group flickered with a warm shimmer under the light of the holy fire.

Elucado, Lilia, and Gahalad watched this scene in silence, their faces solemn.

Gahalad took off his helmet and bowed his head in silence with Lilia.

And Elucado's eyes flickered faintly. There seemed to be another similar figure reflected in her eyes.

In Roland's sight, a system prompt appeared.

【Shut them up (3/4)】

【Twilight Crusade—】

Along with the death of the Passion Tree, there is a large reward below. If it was normal, Roland must have shown a smug and happy smile.

But at this moment, Roland's attention was not here at all.

He stared blankly at the city burning with the silver flame.

The silver-white holy fire gradually extinguished. Around the group of crosses, blue, pink, bright yellow, red, white... Countless flowers in different seasons grow from the remains of the suffering tree~www.wuxiaspot.com~ vigorous vitality. Huge potholes are filled with flowers, and illusory crosses are solidified. The ruined city of wealth turned into a field full of life in just an instant, as if everything could start from scratch.

There is no doubt that it must not be what Roland did.

In an instant, the miracle of realizing such a life can only be described as a miracle.

Suddenly, Roland felt someone hug him gently behind him. It was a soft body without the slightest warmth, but it gave Roland a motherly warmth.

Roland's body leaned forward slightly under the impact, and his long black hair fell from his shoulders and along his neck, all the way to the ground.

Roland didn't look back.

Because he knew that the person behind him could never be the person he expected.

"Let's go," Roland said suddenly, dissipating the embrace he was holding like a hallucination, "Let's go to Banza." (To be continued.)

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