Blood of Mercury

"rest in peace-"

Roland recited, and the silver-gray light spots wrapped around him turned into illusory feathers, as if being blown by a strong wind, they were rolled up, and then scattered in the air, drifting around and falling slowly.

Under the shroud of that piece of light feathers, were the densely packed crawling dead. The number within Roland's field of vision alone exceeded three digits.

It seems that the number of these dead alone does not meet the concept of a black iron rank copy, but in fact this is not a problem.

In the normal process, Roland should have blasted the heads hanging from the ceiling first, then avoided the shaking witch and the limb wall, and entered the inner hall to destroy the seven.

In these seven battles, on average, nearly one hundred souls will be summoned in each of them. After all these are destroyed, they will go back to the main hall to pull out the Carrar sword and remove all the remaining souls. Break it, start the final battle, and finally get the loot.

But because this is where the dungeon of the wizard T1 is produced, many people will make a special trip here to brush a few parts before practicing the wizard trumpet. Naturally, they don't want to see these plots that they don't know how many times they've seen it, and it will take several hours.

So they developed a stream of thousands of tombs.

Compared with other one-off copies, the Tomb of Thousand Heads is the simplest one in a sense.

There are no requirements for moving positions, no prerequisite features and requirements for special items. As long as you enter the dungeon and directly put the sword inserted into the wall, you can directly hit the final after clearing all the ghosts in one breath.

Just like what Roland just did.

As long as he pulls out this sword, all the remnants of the dead in the Tomb of Thousand Heads will wake up at the same time and show their minions to him.

Dispelling a thousand grievances in one go is difficult even for a silver-level priest.

But Roland had to do it.

Under normal circumstances, the raiding time for the Tomb of Thousand Heads is four hours.

This refers to the time when five black-iron-rank professionals wearing average equipment will conquer this dungeon after they are familiar with the mechanism and the style of play.

Roland definitely doesn't have that kung fu.

If, as Roland thought, Claudia was really hanging in the ritual circle at the innermost part of the Tomb of Thousand Heads, she would have at most half an hour to live.

In other words. Roland must clean up all the dead within ten minutes, and then go straight to the end before he has the only hope of saving Claudia.

Roland slid back to avoid the skinning wizard who fell from the sky, and then kicked it away.

These guys are not like the gradually festering corpses. Although essentially belong to the dead. But they do not possess the immortality of gradually festering corpses.

These wizards are just repeating the moment before their own death every day. As long as you kill them again as normal people, they will be temporarily inactive, waiting for the evening to come back to life again.

In other words, as long as Roland pierced their hearts or brains with the blue fangs in his hands, these fragile fellows would immediately fall down.

But that doesn't work.

Because Roland decided to give them a long sleep. And only enemies killed by Roland's chant will lose their immortality.

In other words, as long as Roland stabs them to death and misses this long sleep, they don't know when they will wait—

"Never forget to sing, never forget to pray, never forget to sleep forever!"

As Roland chanted more and more high, the silver-gray feathers floating around him condensed into sharp needles, and fell down like rain.

All the ghosts penetrated by the silver needle have obviously become much more transparent. As the needle rain fell, some ghosts had already lost their color completely, shattering like illusory crystals.

But Roland frowned.

The repression of the priest by the Kalar Great Barrier is too serious.

He prayed in the astral language, and the language itself has considerable magical power.

If Roland was chanting outside of Caral, he should now be surrounded by a ring of Astral words. And those feathers should not be illusory silver-gray light feathers, but feathers that are as transparent as finely carved black crystals and can see the texture of artworks.

Those needles the size of a baby's little finger are magnified many times and become razor-sharp crosses the size of an adult's palm.

Not to mention the dead or the twilight species, even ordinary people should have enough lethality.

"Appoint me, learn from me, obey me—rest in my hands! Your sins will be oiled and stamped—"

Roland's chant called out a silver-gray light.

In this underground where there should only be dim candlelight, a silver-gray halo flickered, covering the entire ceiling.

Roland maintained the chant unhurriedly while frowning at the more and more dead around him.

tsk...

Don't just kill them with chants, let them get closer. Even Roland himself would be in danger—

So Roland immediately made up his mind.

The black robe on his body moves without wind. Under the thin robe, it dances like a group of snakes, protruding traces one by one, and dozens of vines rush out from his sleeves, neckline and hem.

Roland replaced most of his natural energy with the most common entanglement technique. The dead flocked to the side, leaving only a healing touch of natural energy ready to kill Claudia.

As soon as these vines joined the battle, Roland's pressure was relieved a lot.

Several vines are intertwined with each other, forming the shape of wings and tails, and they keep waving to the side, knocking back the dead.

Roland didn't ask these vines to entangle the dead in place - just give him half a minute.

The syllables of Astral - that is, Divine Language are simply too complicated. The content is not only contained in the sound, but even the rhythm and emotion of the speech also affect the meaning of the sentence.

Maybe when Roland becomes the ground agent of Longmian Mentor in the future, everything will be much simpler, but now he has just voted for this boss, and everything has to be governed by the rules—

Roland used the scabbard of Blue Fang to repel a witch who was swinging over, and shouted loudly:

"—May the Lord have pity on this sad soul!"

Suddenly, UU read www. The dim silver-gray ceiling of uukanshu.com shone with incomparable brilliance.

In the next moment, the silver needles, which were louder than thunder and denser than torrential rain, poured out from the ceiling, slammed into the ground continuously, and made a continuous rumbling sound to drown all the dead.

The rumbling sound continued for more than ten seconds.

After the dust dissipated, there was not a single light needle left on the ground, only a dense crystal powder remained.

The silver-gray light reflected on the ceiling gradually dissipated, and these powders disintegrated and disappeared almost simultaneously.

The next moment, thousands of thanks echoed in Roland's ears, but it was harmonious and beautiful like a chorus without the slightest noise.

"May your souls rest in peace."

Roland nodded and accepted the thanks with a smile. And from this, I felt the peace of the soul that I had never had before. (To be continued.)