Blood of Mercury

"Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are put at the stake by fools!"

"Because the Master will protect you, like gold in a fire—"

Roland held his scepter high, and the silvery-white light in his eyes was in vain with a bit of extremely cold dark blue.

As two groups of frosty fires like fluttering snowflakes ignited in Roland's eyes, a thin frost appeared on Roland's body.

In a world of complete silence, Roland looked directly at the Great Flame Demon, who was once known as the father of the sun, the master of demons, with no fear in his eyes.

Like a mirror neatly cut in half, a strange fault appeared in the space behind Roland, and the reflected scene was divided into two parts.

At the tip of Roland's high scepter, inside the crystal cross that was flowing with dazzling mercury, a silver-white streamer was flowing quietly.

Behind Roland, the dusk-colored sandstorm gathered, and the projection of the blind prayer appeared behind Roland. Its size is about the same size as Roland's unscientific shadow - rather, the shadow behind Roland happens to be the shadow of the blind prayer.

And beside the blind prayer, the most pure and holy light flashed.

It was the light that knocked the gods down from the sky.

It was the twilight of the gods—

As if feeling uneasy, or realizing that this is his real enemy, the burning gaze of the flame demon Nokgar that was condensed on Roland slowly moved upwards and shifted to the huge phantom behind him.

And the blind prayers took a deep breath and slowly exhaled after seeing the flame demon. The tattered bandage covering his eyes undid on its own and slowly fell.

On his old and almost decaying cheeks, in the deeply sunken hollow eyes, two dim yellow holy fires gradually ignited. He was violently pulled by the hands that were sewn to his chest by the thread, and the thread was snapped in an instant. The pale yellow blood dripped from his hands, and the pale yellow blood slowly dripped.

Blindfolded, he escaped from reality, prayed to the twilight for the sacrament of a lifetime, and indulged in his fantasies. But if someone completely angered him, "Orlando" he may not take the initiative to wake up from the fantasy of eternal happiness.

A mad believer who implements the teachings in the flesh is far more terrifying than a true madman if he really goes mad.

Because their will is always awake, they do not realize that they are going mad.

As Roland's left arm slowly melted into mercury, the blood-splattered left arm of the blind prayer also simultaneously turned into extremely condensed shadowy flames, condensed into abstract beasts, pulsating and expanding.

It was a giant wolf with a thousand heads, a tangled python, a crow without a head, and a lamb without four legs.

"You should be afraid!"

Synchronized with Roland's prayer, there was an old, dry and low-pitched, hallucinatory and whistling admonition: "I am the enemy of dusk—"

The next moment, the whole sky darkened for a moment.

It wasn't because Roland launched the attack, and it wasn't because Orlando took away the light source. Instead, the Balrog made an attack.

One of the red lines behind him drew over without warning, and the shadow of Orlando's left arm condensed into a barrier before Roland could react, blocking the blow with difficulty.

After a few seconds, the scorching air wave that was enough to dry the earth slowly rolled over in the air. When it entered the underworld beside Roland, it was blocked and turned into scorching white steam.

The attack was like lightning, and the attack was completed before Roland could react. Much faster than in the game.

The next moment, several red lines condensed together and turned into a fiery slash at Roland!

Roland saw a slight darkness in front of his eyes, and then a cobweb-like dark red line gradually opened in his field of vision, and Orlando's shadow-like left arm was already covered with red cracks.

It looked like it was just one blow, but it was actually a scorching fire that was continuously slashed at an extremely high speed. Each thread has the heat of the sun, the vitality of the tree of suffering, and it only takes a few threads together to make such an attack and it will be chopped into pieces.

Then, even more scorching air waves whistled and pushed over.

That's not just the intensity of the scorching heat. If the hurricane that blew the house up could be rolled up on the ground, the air wave alone would have pushed Roland back three or four meters, and the black ice on the ground cracked a whole three or four meters in length. The ravines were then filled with golden lava.

But Roland was not afraid at all. He just gave all the defenses to Orlando, while he devoted himself to praying for the magic, pouring all his attention and grace into it.

"I've seen my mentor build an icehouse, with snow chambers and hail silos."

"There the waters are as hard as stones, and the evening turns to ice."

Roland's prayer did not stop, nor did it self-magnify like the Wall of Aum on the main plane. If it weren't for the silence in the underworld, Roland wouldn't even be able to hear his own voice.

While the frost-covered prayer was slowly flowing in the air, there was a quiet cold wind whistling around.

The freezing tide roared and swept in, driving the heat away from the land.

The ground that was constantly assimilating into lava at the foot of the Balrog Nokgal began to be affected in reverse, and the lava condensed into black ice again. And at the other end where there is no Balrog, the black ice has begun to extend all the way, preparing to freeze the entire abyss into ice.

At this moment, Roland's frost-covering prayer finally ended: "She **** snows like wool, and frost like ashes—her cold air comes from death, how can anyone with blood resist it?"

As soon as the voice fell, the void froze.

The underworld under his feet suddenly expanded, swallowing up the abyss just now and continuing to expand.

The situation is already clear. When Roland used the Prayer of Frost, he was only about the bronze rank.

Then he could summon a terrifying icy storm, summoning icy spikes, frost blades, and winds strong enough to quench the storm from the Frost Hell. So, what would happen if the current Roland used the Prayer of Frost Cover?

There is only one answer -

If it was said that "it seems that the frost-covered **** has come here", then the real frost-covered **** has come now!

The huge crack that opened behind Roland was like a short and wide transparent and colorless portal. Even though the black ice surface extends under Roland's feet, the ice storm is actually white.

It was a concentrated cold enough to freeze the rocks into crumbs. It was cold enough to smash the cliffs to pieces.

It's like filling a building with water and blowing the door from the bottom. The cold snap from the frost-covered **** can only be described by the verb "boom". Two beams of ice storms about 100 meters wide whizzed past Roland's left and right sides. If two cannonballs hit Balrog's body one by one.

The turbulent cold snap instantly created a large fog~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it seems to have no effect on the Balrog.

Because it's not these cold currents that really matter, but the people who emerge from the cold currents -- or the people who are ejected.

There was a constant flow of thousands of people per second beyond the very beginning, as if something terrifying was sucking the person on the other side in and launching it out.

Although the description is a bit ridiculous, if you see their faces clearly, only the terrifying coldness will remain in your heart.

That's the devil-

Not an adjective, but a real devil!

——The terrifying legion of the tens of millions of eternally silent mentors! (To be continued.)