Blood of Mercury

The gray-white hurricane let out a shrill scream and slammed into Roland.

A strong wind blew up, everything fell, and sentient beings wailed for thousands of miles.

Like a tsunami composed of hundreds of millions of dead souls, a hurricane reminiscent of death roared down.

It was a mighty force capable of destroying towns and overturning the land in an instant—

In an ordinary country, this hurricane would be enough to uproot multiple cities. In just a quarter of an hour, the violent hurricane can destroy everything on the earth.

As the hurricane got closer and closer, Roland clearly felt that some kind of great and chaotic will was coming.

He originally thought that the circling hurricane was violent enough... but compared to this time, the hurricane at that time was as cute as a sleeping girl.

The terrifying hurricane, which had only been whistling within a range of two or three hundred meters before, roared immediately after being provoked by Roland and spread out in all directions.

The crystal wall that could have imprisoned it had no resistance at all in front of it, and it shattered.

Flesh and buildings were instantly torn apart by the storm of blades. The high-strength crystal wall that can withstand the full blow of a swordsman at the highest spire level is even more fragile than parchment.

Just because Roland was only half a step away from stepping into the spire, he could be sure that it was by no means the power that the powerhouse of the spire could possess.

In fact, it is not destroying all things with a huge destructive force, but covering the old world with a new world——

That is already a power on the side of God.

The change of events, the manipulation of the flow of time, the creation of new laws, and so on, the power that can create the world class is called the ability of the [scepter].

If the origin is "achieved by such correlations", then the scepter is "because of such power, it is a matter of course that it can be achieved".

Explained by the game, it is the gap between hanging and GM authority.

Roland, who is only at the level of the Temple of Truth, can't compete with that gray-white hurricane at all with his own origin.

Even warping the space around, warping the distance from the hurricane won't help. The whistling grey-white hurricane can shatter the effects of any origin, along with the matter itself. The same is true even if the power of the [unchangeable] unique to the Silver Queen is attached to the crystal wall.

Even an undead with an immortal body cannot be resurrected once it is smashed into powder by this hurricane.

For a while, the wailing of the undead was incessant, and it entered Roland's mind across space.

The white thorns on his forehead flickered with splendid brilliance, and the pain of the soul being wiped out was continuously transmitted to Roland's mind through the seal of blue silver. Once, a hundred times, a thousand times—the pain of countless undead deaths was completely shared in Roland's heart.

Under the unimaginable pain of mortals, Roland was silent.

The illusion of bone being ground into powder.

The illusion of boiling blood.

The illusion of being ravaged and repeatedly bombarded with heavy objects.

The mercury all over his body boiled with pain, and a shiny film gradually appeared on his skin.

However, he did not tremble in the slightest, nor did he take a step back.

"...Sister, is this what you want me to learn."

Roland murmured, raised his head and stared at the storm, his eyes gradually flickering with silver-white light.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and pointed at the hurricane: "Then, I think I understand."

"I will raise the cup of salvation here, and cry out the name of miracles—"

Suddenly he opened his mouth to pray softly.

For a moment, it was as if the whole world stood still.

At the moment of pause, the dim yellow sand and dust seemed to gather in an instant, and roared to form a huge human figure that was thousands of meters high and reached the sky.

The somewhat abstract figure looked a bit like an ascetic whose mouth was sewn shut. His hands were tied to his chest with ropes in a prayer-like shape, and his long sandy hair fluttered around.

The so-called standing upright is like this—

In front of that giant, even the hurricane lost its power.

He raised the crystal scepter in his hand, and the giant behind him suddenly released a radiant light.

Like the light of the primordial fire, it illuminates the world in just an instant.

The wall of Orm in the sky was instantly activated, and the splendid colorful runes were linked to each other to form strange patterns. The aurora-like haze slowly subsided, trying to soak up the gray-white hurricane.

However, at this time, the storm suddenly became furious and made a chilling roar. The surrounding scene was completely distorted and deformed. The earth was completely cracked in an instant, and dense cracks appeared on the ground and then turned into powder.

"You shall witness my great miracle. I shall pay my great vow among the people!"

Roland's voice gradually increased from low to high, and the last one overshadowed the roar of the hurricane.

[Light] flows out of him.

That is the original light. That is infinite light.

It is not the air that flows, but the supreme purity that flows from Roland's soul.

That is the source of human creation, the source of life, the oldest thing that exists.

That is the authority of the tree of life.

Kabbalah sets limits for mortals and constrains human creativity, not because of human ambitions, but because of their own collapse.

Fundamentally, the human soul desires progress.

If they know that they have a way forward and upward, no matter how many lives they have, they can pay for it. Afterwards, they begin to be dissatisfied with their own limits—both in tangible life and intangible talent.

Then, they distort uncontrollably. Their bodies, souls and even their own personalities will be broken and destroyed as a result~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the authority of Kabbalah can seal the limit of everything, turn the infinite into the finite, and then redefine the definition of the infinite.

It is a process of magnifying the small. If the collapse is not considered, the Kabbalah can repeatedly amplify their limited talents almost infinitely, and achieve an artificial dusk that is infinitely similar to dusk.

In other words, it is to use the body and soul of the Supreme Being as salary, and use the beliefs of mortals as fire, in an infinitely small space and time, in exchange for infinite power.

——Those who are longed for should dedicate themselves.

This is the truth of this world that Kabbalah has repeatedly inscribed in the world with his own authority.

Roland took a deep breath, and the silver-white flame in his eyes instantly extinguished.

No, it was not extinguished, but sank in.

From the body, sinking into the soul——

"I hold the authority of Kabbalah, you should be afraid and retreat immediately!"

Roland read it over and over again, and walked forward without hesitation.

A white stream of fire gradually rose up around him, gradually burning from the yellowish giant behind him.

He sang the hymn of devotion, and faced the hurricane like a thousand horses, but he was not afraid.

"Fear me the unrighteous! Fear me the people of dusk!"

With the sound of glass breaking, the giant behind Roland was finally completely covered by pure white flames.

Then it flowed and collapsed, facing the hurricane like the sea.

That is the origin power that reaches the limit of the highest spire.

That is the authority of Kabbalah, whose progress is close to 100 percent.

Roland's shout resounded through the sky, echoing in the sky of Farnes.

"—Because, I am justice!" (To be continued.) Search this site for \"Biquge CM\" or enter the website: www.biquge.cm