Blood of Mercury

"Praise the teacher! Praise death!"

A rude man wearing a bird's beak mask laughed loudly, took a gulp of wine, and roared loudly: "Cut off their heads! Crush their bones! Let this group of scumbags be grateful for Dade's dead balls!"

"Praise the teacher, praise death-"

Behind him, the black-clothed soldiers wearing the same beak mask praised the mentor in unison and took a step forward at the same time.

Countless vines, sharp dark green leaves, high-heat beams and colorful powders came to these crows at the same time.

But in front of them, silver-gray ripples like water waves spread out quietly, all these things were intercepted without exception, and mercury-like flames emerged in the void, burning them up quickly, without making them have any effect. .

The sturdy vines, withered black roots and bloodthirsty vines that are madly facing the thrashing are useless even if they are blessed to resist the heat. Although the silver-white flame has a deadly high temperature, it is not affected by the resistance to high temperature at all.

What was even more terrifying was that not only were the vines burnt out, but the silver-gray flames burned all the way back for no reason at all. The moment some druids who were caught off guard were touched by the silver-gray flames, the flames suddenly became violent, the temperature increased several times, and even the people around were burned or spontaneously ignited. In an instant, it was burned to gray embers, and not even the human form was left.

Even if they cut off the vines and roots, the flames would still spread and burn on the surrounding trees and ground, just like igniting the spirits on the ground.

The silver-gray flames spread quietly on the ground, and the ancient trees were ignited one by one.

Miraculously, these flames do any harm to all life without will. They lay quietly on the trees, almost solidifying, dyeing the entire tree silver-white to protect them from high temperature damage. From a distance, it looks like a sculpture made of silver.

The silver-white flames advance slowly, slowly but unstoppably.

Opposite them, the faces of the druids hidden in the forest suddenly turned paler.

"No! I can't beat it!"

"—My Gaia!"

Feel the pressure of the gradually advancing death crow. Feel the hotter and hotter air. Watching the Corps of Death Crows twisted and deformed like a demon in the steaming and distorted air, finally a Druid's reason collapsed.

They wept and wailed, completely giving up their resistance, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

in their mourning. The morale of the surrounding Druids was quickly shaken.

"Shall we surrender? As long as we add—"

Half of the face of a girl with tears and longing on her face was suddenly eaten away by the vines that jumped up from the ground like a giant python. She lost her life without even feeling the pain, and fell to the ground powerless on her back. Only half of the brain and blood gushed out. Several vines swarmed up and devoured her body.

"We have no way out." With a sigh, an old voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Several old men with solemn faces came from behind. They wore the most solemn white robes with gold trim. He holds a golden scythe and wears a golden headband with gemstones on his head.

while seeing their outfits. Some older druids covered their mouths with tears in their eyes.

It was the most solemn costume of the great druids, and it was only worn during solemn ceremonies. Usually have to be very careful storage. Not to mention in wartime, it is not allowed to wear it casually even in ordinary ceremonies.

They wear such clothes at this time. The meaning behind it is very clear.

They can't choose to live or die, but at least they can choose what to wear when they die.

"Don't let them look down!"

An old man leaned on his golden sickle and roared in a trembling old voice with anger: "It is dignified to die! Let future generations be amazed!"

"But. Will we still have descendants?"

Someone murmured in despair.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence again.

"We... have one last solution."

An Arch Druid spoke softly in a hoarse voice, gathering the eyes of everyone around him.

His ash-like eyes stood out in the dark woods.

He murmured and repeated: "Yes, the last resort... we have no choice."

"a ha ha ha!"

Seeing that no new magic techniques have been launched in the woodland for a long time, the rude man laughed and took another gulp of wine.

"Praise the teacher! They gave up their resistance!"

He shouted, almost dancing, "Break their bones! Cut their eyes! Cut their throats - tell me what you're going to say to them!"

"Rest! Rest in peace! Rest in peace!"

Behind him, everyone prayed aloud at the same time.

Under the influence of the chant of baptism, the silver cross in their hands suddenly turned into an unpretentious silver-gray cross sword. Then silver-gray flames blazed above.

"Praise death!"

The second time, the man roared. The roaring sound like a giant dragon shook the leaves, and the earth seemed to tremble.

"Praise death--"

The people followed his cry, shouting louder and louder.

The man's name is Tradal. Before being influenced by Bishop Kakarit, he used to be an Overseer whose hands were stained with blood of countless people, and even a criminal who committed murder and was imprisoned.

When he was called, he was moved by the pure death hidden behind the silver-white life, and wept bitterly and vowed to sacrifice everything for the teacher.

Thus, he became a martyr who could burn his life for strength. As a person who doesn't care about his own life or death at all, he surpassed his previous limit in only half a week and advanced to the silver rank with the profession of a martyr.

A person who has no meaning in life is terrible, and a person who believes in death from the heart, worships death, and even yearns for death is even more terrible.

Just looking at his eyes is enough to make a timid person unable to move.

At this moment, Tradal grinned, and in a hoarse and bloodshot voice, roared from the bottom of his heart: "Praise the teacher—"

"—Praise the teacher!!"

Under the cry of the Overseer, the crows' minds were almost blank, and they screamed and clenched their swords.

The buttons of maintaining reason and fanaticism, timidity and rage were reversed by the Overseers, and the blood was poured into their blood vessels with excitement, and the unstoppable killing intent and fighting intent poured out.

"Drink ah ah ah ah-"

He roared like a beast, clenched the bottle tightly, and charged forward with a long sword. Then the dead crows charged towards the woods, crawling slowly on the ground.

Layers of auras exploded at the man's feet like a lotus.

The pale frenzy in his eyes accompanied his own life on fire.

However, at this moment, Tradal suddenly felt an inexplicable crisis.

Without warning, the forest in front of him suddenly burst open, and a huge orange fireball fell from the sky and hit the place where the group of Druids were hiding. Large tracts of trees turned to ashes and fluttered in the wind. .

The violent shock wave threw Tradal straight away, and it stopped after hitting a tree that was dyed silver-white by the holy flame~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He coughed twice, only to feel a golden star in front of him. Earth's left hand is bent unnaturally.

"My teacher...what happened?"

In Tradal's pupils, which suddenly shrank, a burning flame, with dark red ashes constantly drifting from his body, was slowly walking towards him.

The clothes on their bodies have not been completely burnt out. The edges of some druid robes can be vaguely seen.

"what……"

Facing the hotter and hotter air, he was numb from the impact, and Tradal, who couldn't stand up, showed a mocking smile.

He only knew one thing.

No matter what these flaming monsters are, they are definitely not Druids.

Just today, at this very moment, the end of the Druid has come. (To be continued.) Enable new URL