Blood of Mercury

Roland's roar slowly rolled and dissipated in the sky, and the loud rumbling sound made people's ears numb, and they couldn't hear anything for a while.

Maybe it's because Roland is too intimidating. For a while, apart from Roland's echo, no other sound could be heard.

"The sacrifice of Tyre! You are the one who committed the heinous crime!"

After a brief silence, a furious wave of divine power suddenly poured out from the temple: "You are pushing Banza into a chaotic vortex—"

Following his roar, a huge, ten-meter-high phantom appeared above the temple.

It was a young man with a curling pump in his left hand and a long sword in his right, with thin cheeks, thin lips, and single-rimmed golden glasses. His almost ruthless gaze looked down, staring at Roland, expressionless and solemn in his eyes.

But it's better than I don't know - at this moment, the guards of order present embarrassed to find that although the phantom of Ra is much larger than Roland's flame humanoid in terms of body size, under the violent fluctuation of Roland's holy fire, that phantom The shadow was already shaky.

Even with the temple as a backing, it is still an overwhelming disadvantage.

This is not a one-level battle at all - as a bishop, he is already a silver-level powerhouse. Even looking at the entire Banza, he can rank in the top 100.

But even with the help of the temple as a backing to supplement divine grace, he was still crushed in the initial confrontation.

At that time, fear had welled up in his heart. But since he has already torn his face, if he withdraws his hands at this time, it will be looked down upon.

Therefore, he can only hold on forcibly now, and he does not dare to take the initiative to provoke. Otherwise, if you are slapped in the face by Roland. He probably wouldn't even be able to be the bishop of this country near the border.

However, even if he intended to be silent, Roland insisted: "As you make excuses! I'm here, let your **** judge me!"

"It is clear that the plague is approaching. But you still have to blindfold people and lead them to fall to the cliff. May Tyre open his eyes! May Tyre burn the unrighteous to death under the fire of the sun with raging fire--"

"That's because—"

Just as the bishop was about to explain, his voice was muffled by Roland again.

Roland's prayers and rebukes attracted the attention of the entire city. The sky above his head shot down a rich golden holy light, which has been shining on his head. It was the sunlight gathered by the holy fire. In addition, the whole city was dimmed, so Roland appeared even more dazzling.

"In Tyre's mercy. Let the morning light come upon us from on high, to illuminate those who sit in the darkness and the shadow of death, and lead our feet to the path of peace. We shall praise Tyre!"

In contrast to Roland, who was getting more and more shining, and finally almost brilliant, the bishop's blurry phantom could not be found unless he looked closely. Those passers-by who didn't know anything about the matter just took a look, and subconsciously their evaluation of the God of Contract dropped a bit.

Compared with Tyre's mighty power, pulling is really too weak.

away from the temple. Some people were moved by Tyre's miracle, and they bowed down to Roland and sang in a low voice.

This is Banza after all. where the sun rises.

Even if the city does not have a temple of Tyre, compared with the God of the Contract whose main force is concentrated on Titan, Tyre's believers still have an overwhelming share of it.

Even if there is no temple, even if public worship is not allowed, ordinary people in Bansa will still set up simple altars in their homes to worship every day.

He is the glory of Banza. It is the source of pride for the Bansa people.

Even the Guardians of Order—they, who are devout followers of Ra. He didn't dare to show disrespect to Thiel.

In the sound of people's prayers to Tyre, Ra's temple dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Roland's voice was like a thunderbolt, and it rumbled in the sky: "All the people! You all have to clap your hands and shout to Tyre with a triumphant voice!"

So someone in the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All the glory goes to Tyre!"

Although it was sparse, Roland seemed to have received something, and a more splendid light shone.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to begin to melt and flow slowly. The dividing line between heaven and earth is blurred.

Everything turned dazzling gold. Too bright makes it difficult to tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

"The sun rises, and there are shouts; Tyre rises, and there are horns."

"Manmins! You all have to clap your hands and sing praises to God!"

Although no horn sounded, the people who had already fallen into a frenzy clapped their hands and sang praises loudly.

More people knelt down and prayed to Roland.

At this time, the temple finally completely dimmed. La's phantom finally glanced down in disgust, and then dissipated in the air.

His bishop was trembling all over, knelt in front of the desolate statue, his divine grace was rapidly drained, and his face, which originally seemed to be only fifty or sixty years old, was rapidly aging.

His God has completely turned his eyes away from here, and is no longer responding to his calls and appeals. This is no longer a temple, and the sacredness above is even worse than the altar built by the believers themselves.

His God has forsaken those who brought him indignity.

"It's obviously you... I did what you said..."

The old bishop knelt on the ground, and the hoarse and old voice sounded intermittently.

His heart was full of grief and confusion. He died without knowing what he had done wrong.

The news of the plague was blocked, all the infected were quickly executed, and quarantines were established - these were the results determined by the gods at the meeting.

At that meeting, Tyre was absent from the meeting because he was suspected of falling, and even Sivir was not present for some inexplicable reason. The other gods, however, had decided the course was undoubtedly correct.

If the news of the plague is allowed to spread, people will run away in panic, but it will make the plague more difficult to prevent. If the news of the plague is announced, there is no doubt that Banza will be plunged into unprecedented chaos.

Originally, Banza stood at the critical point of the balance between kingship and theocratic power. This chaos will undoubtedly break this balance and bring about more long-term chaos.

Until now, he didn't even know what the bishop of Tyre was from outside - the man's burning divine grace was enough to fill five temples of average size. If a holy fire of that scale is on the altar, it can even summon permanent miracles.

—Could it be that Jupiter IV himself was there?

The old bishop undoubtedly regretted it.

But he can't do anything ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No, at least he can do one thing.

The old bishop firmly held the golden symbol of the scale on his chest, and released the last divine technique by his mouth, letting it pierce his hand, and leaving a few key messages before dying.

"Listen... No matter who hears this sentence, it means that you are a devout follower of La... Then please spread this news to the gods of Bansa—"

A voice that was getting older and weaker sounded: "Tail is back... We are betrayer... Don't ask for forgiveness... Do it first... Kill, He..."

After all, the pupil of the old bishop suddenly shrank to the limit, and then began to slowly expand.

Then, very well-timed, the once-daily magic of the Sun Domain on Roland's ring finally fell.

The scorching fire fell from the sky, and the temple of the God of Contract was completely ignited. A strong aura of divine magic from the Sun Domain filled the air. (To be continued.)