Blood of Mercury

"Honor the Holy One! Kneel down and cry out—"

Roland recited softly, and a dazzling silver-gray light rose from his eyes.

At the level of Roland, his language has also been given meaning.

His words are sacred and eloquent, and just chanting it out loud is enough to change the world.

What he sang was not a prayer dedicated to a saint, but his own sacrificial words to honor the **** warriors.

It is the Spirit of Words that gives revelation, and it is also the Spirit of Words that purifies the soul and elevates one's personality.

If Roland's watchmen recite this prayer, they can even briefly resonate their hearts with Roland, and Roland's will will fall on him, pouring divine revelation into his heart.

As Roland sang aloud, the murmured hymns floated around Roland.

A more sacred stream of light surged, and the mist-like silver-white light mist gradually gathered, and white water droplets condensed on Roland's body, and poured into Roland's arm in a mysterious trajectory.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, Roland's entire right hand slowly flashed a gentle white light. His entire right hand was dyed a white jade-like color, and black runes appeared on it, humming like a statue of a ritual.

Just looking at that momentum, it wouldn't surprise people even if a bunch of magic cannons were blasted from Roland's fingertips in the next second.

But Oletta was relieved when she saw this scene.

If Roland wanted to kill him, he didn't need to come up with such a big battle.

On the contrary, Roland's actions made him a little more convinced of a certain speculation in his heart.

At this time, Roland's chant had come to an end: "...When the final day comes, I will remove your blood cloak and play joy!"

At that moment, a surging stream of light condensed from Roland's fingertips, entered Aureta's head in a subtle arc, and passed through his withered forehead without a sound, and there was nowhere in the center of the head. disappeared without warning.

However, Oletta could not help trembling.

The divine will from Roland rushed into his mind gently but irresistibly.

It was a will as vast as the sea.

He felt that the sky and the earth were overturned, and his soul fell powerlessly to the sky. A scented warmth patted his face lightly.

It was a fragrance with a grassy scent, like Serena's fragrance.

But on top of that, there was a faint warmth of burning spices, and Oleta felt a fluffy warmth echoing from her forehead to her whole body after a long time.

He seemed to have lost his weight, floating in the ocean of faint incense, the warm waves crashing on the shore of silver-white flames, shattering into a piece of foam.

Strong apprehension gripped him as he dimly saw the wide, turbulent ocean lapping against the distant shore. But the dead silence was broken - the surging waves began to speak to him in a language that was neither actual sound nor clear words.

"—"

But, can't hear, can't hear, can't hear.

Oletta instinctively felt that the voice was extremely important. Hear it anyway.

Then he understood inexplicably, it was an old voice whispered in his ear by a familiar person:

"focus."

"focus."

"focus."

Yes, he felt it, he had to concentrate.

"focus."

"focus."

"focus."

As it should be! As it should be... I should concentrate.

I should concentrate.

I should concentrate.

"I...should concentrate."

Oletta couldn't help but whisper.

The next moment, his sanity was instantly shattered.

The spices surrounding him burst into flames, and everything in front of him was dyed with twisted silver. Thousands of years of intellect turned into some kind of fuel, blazing wildly, bursting out even more powerful power.

It was a thousand-year-old fire ignited by his soul, will, and soul.

For a time, Oleta felt that she was completely filled with silver-white flames. Everything in front of him turned a twisted silvery white, like a torrent of mad metal dancing.

——There is only one place, it is still pitch black.

It was a shadow of a human figure. The figure of the shadow is so slender that it looks a little hideous.

To describe it accurately, it can be said that it was a thin giant ape, forced by the flowing flames to the corner of Ao Leita's mind, and kept silent, making Ao Leita feel a strong fear when he did not come.

"—Ah, found it."

The old voice that had been whispering in his ear drifted past him happily and passed directly through him.

Originally, Oletta could only say that she had no feeling for this existence. But when he saw the person who spoke, he couldn't help trembling.

A robe made of dim yellow sand and dust, eyes wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and long wooden pegs that ran through the wrists of both hands and nailed the hands to the chest in a cross shape. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a walking god.

And the stalwart body that is as tall as several people - even at the same time that Auletta recognized him, the originally low world immediately rose several times before it was worthy to allow this **** to walk.

At the same time as the giant appeared, the holy flame burning on Aureta gradually went out. Only the robes on his body were still faintly burned, and there was a faint red light.

Although one-third of his soul was burned, so that the current Aureta's sanity is still unclear, but he couldn't wait to ask: "Are you...?"

However, the moment he opened his mouth, he was immediately taken aback.

It was a young and clear sound, not the hollow decaying sound that I usually modeled.

Aoletta looked down subconsciously, and found that under the shabby robe on her body, there was a tender and healthy body.

Although his body has changed, his soul is still strong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A strong willed, perceptive Oleta immediately realized that this is his body when he was fourteen years old - there is no magic in it The engraving was not poured into the weakened golden blood. There will be no sleepless nights due to the abundance of magic power, no distortion due to bloodline variation, and no fundamental changes to one's living habits and way of thinking.

It was a full ten of flesh and blood, the body of a mortal.

what happened?

Oleta, who was already a little confused, was even more at a loss for a while. He stood bewildered and looked at the giant in front of him, like a child who made a mistake.

"Don't panic, this is what you deserve. This is the body that once belonged to you, but was abandoned by you - the only thing you gave up that you once craved for hundreds of years and gave up the pursuit!"

The aging voice seemed to see through Oletta's confusion, and couldn't help laughing: "It's conscious or unconscious. In short, since you dedicated your soul and will to Roland, you deserve your own redemption. "

"You should know that Saint Laurent is the savior of all things, the last prophet. If you ask him for help, you will be saved."

The old voice praised loudly: "Because, he is the supreme! The supreme Roland!"

"—Because, he is the emperor!" (To be continued.)

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