Blood of Mercury

【Twilight Crusade! 】

The silver font that emerged from Roland's eyes this time was much smaller than before, and the color was not as shiny.

This is because ghoul drinkers are not considered Twilight's dependents. They are even lower than the pyroxene species, and two levels lower than the enemies of Kabbalah.

They are just followers of Dusk, they exist as consumables, and they are not even a **** race.

In less than a breath of time, this line of large characters completely dissipated in the air.

Afterwards, a few short lines of prompts flashed across Roland's eyes——

[You completely killed four ghoul drinkers, and your mourner level is increased by one level]

[You killed 219 Twilight believers...you finally got 1211 experience points]

[You get the characteristic alien weapon proficiency: sword in the stick (personal characteristic)]

[Eternal Sleeping Instructor has given you a new divine spell Frost Covering Prayer]

The system prompt at the beginning did not exceed Roland's expectations. Whether it was the little experience or the other parts, it was within Roland's expectations.

After all, Twilight believers are not monsters, only ordinary people.

Even fully mutated ghouls have their experience counted only as humanoids, rather than triple bonuses like Kabbalah's enemies.

Therefore, Roland was not rewarded by Aum's Law, and his health was not increased.

But seeing the last line, Roland suddenly felt guilty for a while.

"No way……"

Those Eternal Sleeping Mentors who had broken thoughts in their hearts before, just didn’t give the Prayer of Frost Covering and the Prayer of Decline… Wouldn’t the Eternal Sleeping Mentor hear them?

How could it be so coincidental? If you want to pray for frost, you should pray for frost?

Then I have to pray in despair or sing silently, will you give it to me too...

Roland complained silently in his heart.

He couldn't tell whether it was a warning from the long-sleeping mentor or a doting.

But at least he can be sure of one thing, that is, as a voter, even if Roland himself does not speak up, the saint can perceive his existence.

Saying so...

Roland moved in his heart. An idea rose in his mind.

But he forcibly dismissed the idea and turned to look at An Ruosi.

The most urgent task now is to find Macken. If he does get caught, the longer he drags on, the more dangerous he will be.

"An Ruosi, you should be able to search for the witchcraft of humanoid creatures, right?"

"Ah? Ah! Yes! I will!"

An Ruosi finally pulled her eyes out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of her, and her voice was a little fluttering. He didn't dare to look up at Roland at all, he just lowered his head and replied in a hoarse voice: "I'll use it! I'll use it..."

Roland keenly saw that he held his left hand to his chest uneasily, and the crystal wooden staff held in his right hand tilted faintly towards Roland.

this kid...

Roland frowned slightly.

This action can't be said to be An Ruo thinking about attacking Roland. It can only be said that he subconsciously raised his vigilance against Roland. Coupled with the iconic protective action of hugging the chest, the result is obvious-

He was afraid of Roland.

Seeing this scene, Roland couldn't help but have a toothache.

In order to slaughter those diners most efficiently, Roland chose to cut them in half. But he ignored the impact of this primitive and terrible attack on an academic wizard whose experience was within the scope of the curriculum.

The simplest blood splattered the room.

The purple of viscera and the tawny of carrion and the crimson of blood and the yellow of fat, and other indescribable colors splashed wildly on the walls, floors, curtains, and ceilings.

Pieces of meat were scattered all over the room. Mixed with their drunken vomit, the foul-smelling body fluids that they sprayed freely during "entertainment", and the smell of alcohol all over the house, it gave people a three-dimensional impact.

Even Roland himself would have vomited and didn't run away when he saw this scene when he first entered the game.

Even though An Ruosi was splattered with blood by Roland, he didn't spit it out, which was what Roland expected.

After all, An Ruosi's will attribute has five points, which is even higher than that of Roland now. This makes An Ruosi extremely resistant to mental shocks, and even in the face of extreme torture, he can support several times more time than ordinary people.

However, An Ruosi resisted herself for this reason, but it was something Roland had not thought of before.

In his opinion, how could a White Tower wizard-especially a White Tower wizard from a big family have few lives on hand?

Even the knowledge of ** anatomy is a compulsory course for the magic knife wizard.

These spooky guys who wear white coats every day in the White Pagoda, always carry hammers, spikes, and scalpels in their hands, and float around with words on their lips, although they are quite unwelcome inside the White Pagoda. But in fact, they are the most common "species" of wizards outsiders see.

Those who indiscriminately kill innocents, conduct experiments, and breed transformation are generally the ones who haven't run away.

Although looking at An Ruosi's behavior, he knew that he was definitely not a magic knife wizard, but in Roland's mind, as a wizard of a big family, why couldn't An Ruosi learn some other schools of sorcery? How could one who has practiced other schools of sorcery not practice the sorcery of the Cunning Sword series for self-defense and anti-vomiting?

After all, the internal competition in the White Tower is so fierce, maybe one day there will be a big news full of brains. If you are nauseated or vomited or scared to pee, you will be embarrassed for your own family.

Moreover, the witchcraft of the sly sword system is simple, rude and easy to use. They are not like the cursed wizard who can kill people thousands of miles away, but they can ignore the space and physical barriers and directly hurt the enemy's body.

Roland really didn't expect this product to be so pure. It is so simple that hostility arises because of his own means.

...Aren't wizards all cruel researchers without blood and tears? Where did the wild wizard come from so emotionally?

If Roland guessed correctly, An Ruosi probably never dissected a living person at all.

If he had really dissected a lot of living people, he would have been quite frightened to see such a small scene. Accidentally wandered into the Flesh Mill in the White Tower, must not be directly mentally collapsed and fall into dusk?

Now Roland suspects that although An Ruosi has accepted the ceremony of the White Pagoda, it is very likely that he himself is not a wizard of a big family.

...Could he be the chief student who came from a commoner?

Roland froze in his heart.

Those are all monsters that can awaken 100% of their origins. Although not as good as Kakarit, it is definitely not an ordinary person.

But. If he is really the chief student, why is there no hidden protector around him?

Roland was full of doubts.

"That... Mr. Roland, I seem to have seen Captain Macon," An Ruosi unconsciously changed into a more distant tone, and his voice was much lower, "I also used whereabouts detection... I am Say. I already know where the entrance is..."

I saw the dense light-colored runes flowing through An Ruosi's eyes. Where his crystal wooden cane touched the ground, ripples crossed and disappeared into the distance.

After getting Roland's response, An Ruosi closed his eyes and slowly moved forward while tapping lightly on the ground with his stick.

As he moved forward, transparent ripples quietly swept across the ground, and Roland just looked at him silently and followed behind him.

"How many people are there?"

Roland asked suddenly.

"One... one! Just one!"

An Ruosi, who was walking in front, was startled and hurriedly replied, "Maybe it's Captain Macon... Anyway, he's alone."

"Don't be self-righteous. You also have to take into account the fact that the detection point is the enemy - didn't Professor Merlin teach you the seven points of searching for humanoids?"

"Yes!" An Ruosi replied conditioned reflexively~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When searching for humanoids for the first time, the search field could only be opened to less than three-quarters of the way, when searching..."

"Okay, okay, I didn't ask you to endorse. I just told you that the person below is not necessarily Markan."

More than not necessarily?

That's definitely not Macon!

Roland knew very well that the first room was below. The number of guarded monsters is thirty to forty. After killing the first one, you can choose to enter the blood pool or the underground passage - and after killing the second blood pool, you will arrive at the blood pumping room where the blood of the captors is squeezed.

No matter which way it is, it is impossible to have only one reaction.

To put it badly, Macken definitely does not have the ability to destroy all these monsters.

That is to say... is anyone there first?

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly. His voice became calm and flat.

"Now, prepare to fight." (To be continued.)