Blood of Mercury

"As you said, in addition to those **** gods, there are more sins in this world that need to be cleaned up," Marco's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally shone with an almost dazzling light, "Great nobles, little lords, Military ruffians, profiteers... and many, many more."

"Humanity is suffering from oppression in all directions. If you only fight for people's beliefs, then you are giving up those who are suffering from other sufferings."

"Lord Orlando, although your behavior may seem crazy, I can see that you have a truly great soul like Lord Parbuchko."

"Wait," Roland finally couldn't help interrupting, "Mr. Marco, what are you trying to say?"

Roland had a bad feeling.

... Marco is not going to directly advance to the Hall of Truth, right?

The most unacceptable thing for Roland is that with Marco's willpower, it is really possible...

Once they have found the truth that they can carry out for a lifetime and have the power to complete it, this spiritual experience will be meaningless, and these awakened ones will directly enter the temple of truth.

Translating it in human words means that after the professional has come into contact with the origin, as long as the will is strong enough and the highest attribute point exceeds 30 points, it is possible to cross the experience of the road of awakening and enter the temple of truth directly.

The key to obtaining this possibility lies in their obsession.

Roland only felt at the moment that he seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said...

Mark's gangster-like face now shone like a saint: "I feel compelled to show you what I have learned from your teaching. To prove that I have not misinterpreted your Painful."

... No, what did I teach you?

Roland felt like he was going crazy.

What Marco said was completely out of line.

Roland was just talking nonsense. He didn't believe that Mark's intelligence couldn't tell.

seriously. If Roland hadn't known that Marco wasn't that kind of person, he would even have thought that Marco was playing with him now.

"Excuse me, don't you think you're a little too lenient?"

Roland finally couldn't help but ask back: "Everyone is in a different position and naturally thinks differently. You think you are doing them a favor, but they don't necessarily feel that way."

"Dictators, blasphemers, mob leaders... These charges that are equivalent to the death penalty will stick to your name like a magnet, and you won't be able to get rid of them if you want to."

Facing Roland's accusation, Marco just shook his head gently: "Even so. But I think there should be something. It can burn all the unclean things."

"Unclean stuff? People want to burn their bodies!"

Roland only felt a stab in his heart somewhere.

Suddenly, a nameless fire surged from Roland's heart.

He was supposed to deal with Marco, but at this moment he was inexplicably excited: "What's the use of burning all the right in exchange for a world without mistakes? Write an epitaph with no typos for mankind?"

"You know. Nothing wrong doesn't mean right!"

"No! Nothing wrong is right!"

Marco's voice and Roland's voice gradually became louder during the conversation, and at the end was even as shocking as the roar of a giant dragon.

Hearing this, Roland finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the corners of his mouth slid into a mocking arc.

He finally understood what kind of person Mako was.

Innocent and cruel, cold-blooded and hot-blooded.

He is more like a "fighter" spiritual leader than a religious leader.

In other words, an advanced secondary disease.

But there is a saying that only those who do not have the strength to commit secondary school are called secondary disease.

Especially in such a world where willpower can directly affect the real world, the degree of danger of Marco is self-evident.

However, Roland was keenly aware of a fatal mistake by Marco.

So he asked, "So. After you've cleaned up all the **** that shouldn't exist, what are you going to do?"

"I will comfort the people until they forget the pain of war."

Marco answered without hesitation.

It's like he's not being questioned by Roland now. Rather, the answer to this question was prepared a long time ago.

But Roland dismissed his answer.

forget?

No, for peace to come, it is not enough to forget about war. People must remember war and fear war.

"Even if you can appease the people, how are you going to restore order after the war? Just leave people there and wait for starvation and poverty to kill them all?"

"...No, no. I mean..." Marco faced Roland's aggressive questioning. There was a rare trace of confusion and confusion on his face.

"So, who are you going to give the power to?" Roland interrupted him, narrowing his eyes, "Is it all in your own hands?"

"Isn't it? But if you distribute the power, can you guarantee that every one of your followers is as unselfish as you are?"

"Just a little bit of mishandling and your organization will become the new perpetrator."

"There's no question that you don't have the ability to spy on everyone - and you don't have that time."

Facing Roland's continuous questions, Marco finally lowered his head and fell into a long silence.

But at this moment, a bad feeling emerged from Roland's heart.

With his perception attribute comparable to that of a silver-level priest, Roland was surprised to find that Marco's aura not only did not collapse due to Roland's questioning, but instead rose rapidly and continuously after a stalemate for a while.

pat-

His nine-section whip fell to the ground as if he could not hold it.

But Roland clearly saw that Ma Ke had been holding on to his "human will" all the time, and had never given it away.

Then, how did his nine-section whip fall off?

"...Good question."

Before Roland could figure it out, the lava under Marco's feet suddenly boiled and melted into a golden, viscous and bright liquid like iron juice, which startled Roland.

"Good question, Your Excellency Orlando."

Marco repeated, cheerfully responding to Roland's question with a thick noise like lava rubbing against each other.

Huo Ran raised his head.

Roland's pupils shrank instantly.

Just because Marco's pupils have turned into a completely bright golden yellow at this moment, the scorching like liquid is rolling in his eyes, and drops of hot golden liquid like iron juice flow down like tears, on the dark face. A few faint golden traces appeared.

At the same time, his hands also began to melt, and the flesh and blood turned into a viscous and slow-flowing material similar to lava, dripping slowly while shining a dazzling golden light.

...the origin runaway? !

Roland was startled.

The horse may enter the state of Origin Runaway, indicating that he has entered the Temple of Truth at this moment.

Although he was mentally prepared for this, Roland felt a little unacceptable when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

In less than ten minutes, Marco climbed from the early stage of the road to awakening to the Hall of Truth in one breath—about ten levels.

Saint Seiya has to be beaten to death to explode the small universe... Did I just say a few words about you...

However, Roland had some fears in his heart.

Fortunately, Marco was finally put into the Origin Runaway. In this way, Marco's thinking was chaotic and crazy for at least a year, and it could give Roland a chance.

For Roland, a sober and crazy person is far more difficult to deal with than a strong and crazy person.

"The people must get their rights."

Marco's voice was deafening.

When he spoke, Roland could even see faint golden light flowing deep in his throat.

"Rights must be checked."

As Marco's voice became louder and louder, the frost and soil beneath Roland's feet could not help cracking open inch by inch under the golden light.

Without Roland's frosty soil as a barrier, the heat wave in the entire basement began to gather towards Marco.

In just a few breaths, Marco's figure grew three circles.

The huge lava figure entwined with golden glow quickly swelled up, swallowing the nine-section whip he threw to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"...Melting Sage?!"

Roland was stunned.

He knew the true form of Marco's posture.

This is the legal controller of the Fire Elemental Plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Faens, and the entire Fire Elemental Plane is not more than two hands.

After a hole in the Fire Elemental Plane~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the entire plane was contaminated by dusk, they became the Impaler.

In Roland's eyes, the scene in front of him made him more unbelievable than telling him that the Wind Whisperer was actually a disciple of the Sleeping Master.

Because Roland clearly understands that the image after the origin has gone berserk is the combination of the most powerful parts of all his previous lives.

But there is a fatal flaw here.

That is, elemental beings don't die at all, so they don't reincarnate.

"Do not……"

Roland suddenly realized that there is indeed one person who can do this.

That is Higgs, the creator of Molten Sage and the former father of Gaia!

If Roland guessed correctly—

Marco, it's Higgs' voter! (To be continued)