Blood of Mercury

Chapter 12 Sword and Scepter

Dozens of crystal thorns completely penetrated Angus' whole body from head to toe, but he could not feel any pain unexpectedly, only an excruciating numbness and coldness.

Angus could only watch his blood being drawn out. The dark red viscous liquid slowly seeped underground along the crystal thorns dyed dark red. If his right arm was not smashed by those violent crystal thorns before, his death would have come long ago.

In all fairness, the speed of blood pumping is not very fast, but if it is multiplied by a base number of ten times, then the concept is immediately different. Angus already felt that his death was approaching at this time, and the remaining time could only be counted in seconds.

The excruciating cold and the emptiness of the massive blood loss made him shiver uncontrollably. But the nausea ten times stronger than the usual blood loss made him unable to faint. He could only maintain a painful sobriety and listen to Jeffrey's maddening thoughts with difficulty.

"Dusk! You can't understand what a great existence it is! It is the silhouette of the Most High, the aggregate of the rulers of thousands of universes, and just looking directly at the endless light is enough to make people lose their minds and even go mad. "

"It's true... I think you're crazy."

Angus shivered and mocked in a weak tone.

But Jeffreyra showed a weird and stiff smile: "Maybe I'm crazy...but how can you be sure that what I'm seeing right now isn't the real world? Maybe it's you who are crazy, and I A sober one!"

"Call it what you want, monster"

The pale Angus smiled grimly, dismissing Jeffreyra's mad words: "At least everyone on my side is smiling! You poor bastard!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned white, and his face twitched violently as he endured the pain.

Those thorns had pierced into his bones, slowly sucking his marrow in vengeance.

"You monster! Monster! Crazy! Poor bastard! Coward!"

Like a groan and a roar, in order not to let himself cry out, Angus stared at scarlet eyes and shouted at Jefferyla with a hoarse throat, with a twisted and happy smile on his face: "You can't change Me! You can't change me!"

At this moment, Vega, who had been silent for a long time beside him, stretched out his trembling hand and picked up the cross that Angus had dropped on the ground, and aimed at Jeffreyra with its sharp and sharp handle, paused, and then again. Aim it at Angus.

The old man's eyes were full of melancholy and despair.

As if feeling something, Angus' shouting gradually subsided.

He turned his head a little bit, nodded with a pale face that didn't look like a living person, and showed an ugly smile at Vega.

"Old friend, kill me! Let this monster..."

Angus' words were only half said, and his pupils immediately shrank to the limit!

I saw that under Vega's feet, the dense crystal thorns exposed their head, which was a terrifying number that was several times more than the crystal thorns on his body, enough to kill the aged and fragile Vega in an instant.

Vega is different from Angus, he has no occupation, only wisdom and knowledge, other than that, he is no different from mortals.

Wei Jia did not see the abnormality under his feet at all. There was a faint whiff of white frost from his nose and mouth, staring at Angus absentmindedly, holding the cross harder and harder, even cutting his fingers to bleed.

Angus wanted to speak to remind Vega, but couldn't say anything. He opened his mouth wide, only to feel more and more dizzy.

"Just pray!"

But at this moment, along with Qingyue's chanting, a dazzling silver brilliance lit up from the door and slashed close to the ground, instantly cutting off the crystal thorn that had just emerged under Vega's feet and the crystal thorn that had penetrated Angus. But it didn't hurt them in the slightest.

Then, the brilliance rolled up like a living creature, wrapped Vega and Angus away, and rolled it out.

"...Roland?!"

Jeffreyra ignored the two. At this moment, as if he had seen a ghost, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the door. After a long time, he seemed to confirm something and heaved a sigh of relief.

In the scorching sun at noon, the outlines of two shadows, one large and one small, appeared in his eyes.

Before seeing their faces, a heavy metal crash rhythmically came out. It was the sound of metal boots hitting the floor.

Qingyue's prayer came from the door: "You should kneel and worship! You should sing his holy name!"

"You will triple your faith in Saint Laurent, your Lord, and you should bow down to Him with your life, will and soul, because He is the Lord of the earth, justice and truth!"

As the two approached, their faces were finally revealed.

A man was wearing a heavy ancient Banza armor, the silver armor was shining brightly, the fully enclosed helmet covered his face, and two silver-gray rays of light were faintly revealed in the T-shaped gap leaking from the eyes.

His right hand holds a simple long sword, which is not very thick, but is almost the same height as him. On the gauntlet of his left arm, there is a curved transparent shield with a silver-gray cross engraved on it.

The other was wearing a red bishop's robe and holding a silver scepter. He has a delicate face, and his long white-blond hair reaches his shoulders, reflecting a dazzling light.

That's when he's praying

The man shouted: "If you believe in the twilight, you will be in great trouble! The world cannot tolerate you, and Saint Laurent will be angry."

"In heaven and earth, your sin is the greatest! Even if you sacrifice your youngest son, torture and kill tens of thousands of innocent people, and perform great blasphemy, this sin is not a greater sin!"

At first, Jeffreyra just watched with a sneer, but after a while he felt something was wrong.

As the man prayed, something vibrated in the air~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A greater will tore the air began to descend.

"Because he is the king of the earth! The supreme monarch in the world, the commander of thousands of legions, the only immortal, he is the three times great Saint Laurent! From this to the other, all the glory of the earth shall belong to him, forever and ever" △≧miào△≧△≧gé△≧

Along with the man's prayer, holy light gradually emerged from the earth, and then penetrated downward, and the cold breath in the air gradually dissipated.

Jeffreyra watched in disbelief.

"This is... a prayer for Roland?"

How can it be? !

Isn't he mortal? Why can prayers dedicated to him have the power to change the world?

As if he heard Jeffreyra's heartfelt voice, the man laughed: "Because he is the incarnation of the mentor, and the covenant in the world, he is the son of Aum!"

The man opened his arms and cheered loudly, his voice rumbled like thunder: "Because he is the agent of the saint! Three times great Saint Laurent!"