Blood of Mercury

"I killed Kluveen. Just now."

Old Joseph's first sentence made Roland's pupils instantly shrink to the extreme.

"...So, how do you prove this?"

Roland was silent for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth and asked softly in a soft tone.

"I was cut in half by Kluveen's shield."

Old Joseph replied simply and neatly.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.

A faint killing intent rose from Roland's heart, and silver-gray flames slowly ignited from the bottom of his eyes.

"Thank you very much, Lord Orlando. If you hadn't rescued me, I would have been cut in half to death."

But Old Joseph didn't seem to notice Roland's killing intent, but fell on the ground and replied sincerely.

He didn't have the guilty conscience or anger that characterizes a betrayer. His eyes were very clear, even far clearer than when he first left the City of Fortune.

Those eyes were more like mirrors than the naked eye. That is the icy beauty unique to inorganic substances.

But compared to those eyes, Roland smelled something abnormal more from the thing itself.

The most crucial point - old Joseph had no reason to kill Kluveen.

In Roland's view, there is no conflict of interest between the two of them. Even before today, the two of them had only met once.

And the assassins who came out from the **** of darkness, without exception, were all greed for profit.

Specifically, they will never put a little effort into a goal that doesn't make any money.

So, why did Joseph Sr. kill Kluveen?

If it is said that he had bad intentions when he joined Roland, how could he be recognized by the long-sleeping mentor?

It was precisely because Roland felt that things might not be simple that he calmed down and questioned old Joseph.

Otherwise, even if Roland doesn't have enough people on hand now, it's impossible to leave his life behind.

The so-called not to kill is not enough to be disciplined——

"No hurry. Don't be too busy to thank me."

Roland smiled gently, but his voice became colder: "I'll give you three minutes to convince me."

At the same time, the icy air suddenly pressed down, bringing about a substantial pressure.

Old Joseph immediately showed a painful color that was visible to the naked eye.

That's the residual effect of Prayer of Frost.

Although the ability to take the initiative to open the crack leading to the Frost-covered Hell has long since expired, the breath of the Frost-covered Hell will still be entangled in Roland's soul. Until Roland uses a new prayer - say the Prayer of Despair.

With just one thought, Roland can reopen the active effect of Prayer of Frost.

But in fact, Roland released the cold wind that covered **** at this moment, not just to intimidate old Joseph.

In Roland's magical perception horizon. The scorched earth-like aura of the Hell of Despair was tightly entangled in old Joseph's soul like a cobweb. His aging soul is being scorched by the scorching aura at the moment, and every second is weaker than the last.

Roland was very sure that with the aging soul of old Joseph, even five minutes could not survive without the soul being absorbed by the prayer of despair.

The martyrs before entering the golden stage. You cannot subjectively terminate your own magic.

And in Roland's view, Joseph Sr.'s inauguration as a martyr is a waste. At his age, he is completely unable to exert the ultimate power of this profession.

Martyr is entirely worthy of the name of the profession. Before their souls burn out, they can fully exert their combat effectiveness close to the voters of the same rank.

They are the most explosive professions in the sect of the long-sleeping mentor, and they are also the mainstream force to kill the false gods in the early stage of the plague revival. Once formed, they can almost exert the power to destroy the world.

Especially the young and middle-aged martyrs, they are like a personal bomb.

If the old Joseph completely liberates the poisonous fire of the prayer of despair, with his already decrepit soul, he can also exert the destructive power of multiple golden-level magic practitioners in a short period of time. Not to mention the terrifying power that those young and pure souls can wield.

But at the price, the power that has been passed down from generation to generation in their souls will also burn with their souls.

This kind of saint believer like consumables is very precious. If you want to be a martyr, you must have the five rare traits of "extreme piety", "madman", "ruthless thinking", "hand of execution" and "victim".

If the layout is reasonable, Roland can even use a young martyr who has just entered the golden stage to forcibly kill a professional who has been awakened for a long time.

For example, the tree of suffering.

If possible, Roland naturally didn't want old Joseph to die in such a place.

Although Roland's Prayer of Frost Cover would make old Joseph feel more profound pain than burning his soul, it could actually extinguish the poisonous fire brought about by the Prayer of Hope. Intuitively, the gray liquid flame on Old Joseph's shoulder seemed to be blown by the strong wind, trembled violently, and then went out.

But old Joseph didn't know about it.

He only felt an invisible and intangible cold murderous aura running through his body, and the body that had been bowed down to show humility now seemed to be pinned down. Couldn't even look up.

Old Joseph even had the illusion that his internal organs were frosted.

However, to explain, three minutes will be enough—

Old Joseph endured the pain of the cold wind running through his body like a sword, and shouted loudly: "Lord Orlando! That guy Kluveen betrayed you!"

Immediately. The invisible cold stopped flowing.

The temperature of the air has not dropped in the slightest, nor has it increased now, but Old Joseph seemed to be frostbitten, and felt that his whole body had an illusion of being hot and itchy.

"Kluveen has long been suspicious of you. When I met him on the street, he was asking Claudia about the long-sleeping mentor..."

Old Joseph was talking. While raising his head, he stared straight at Roland's eyes. It seems that he wants to see something from it.

To his surprise, Roland didn't seem to be angry or sad about his killing of Kluveen. This made old Joseph feel a little satisfied, but at the same time made him feel a little lost.

"Do you have any other reason?"

"...No. I think that's enough."

Joseph said fearlessly, "With all due respect...Lord Orlando, you don't need friends, that will only make you weak."

"Between two people you must be equal to be called a friend; and being equal to you is not fair to those of us who swear allegiance to you."

Roland suddenly laughed.

"The last sentence is your true word, right?"

He didn't shy away from turning his words into a sharp blade that penetrated Joseph's disguise.

"..."

Joseph's eyes did not evade, neither admitting nor denying, just looked at Roland like this.

He quietly watched Roland stretch out his right hand to hold the cane sword, and pop out the sharp blade.

"Joseph, I ask you, what is your loyalty?"

Roland asked solemnly.

"I am with you."

Joseph answered without any hesitation.

Roland put the sword on Joseph's neck and asked again, "Then, if I want to kill you, do you have any complaints?"

"Extremely honored."

Joseph answered firmly and sincerely.

There was no adulteration in the answer - if Roland could kill himself so easily, it would undoubtedly show that the effect Joseph wanted to achieve had been achieved.

Roland was about to become the iron-blooded, cold-blooded and hot-blooded monster of his dreams, and Joseph himself was one of the sacrifices for the birth of the monster.

Silver-white flames ignited silently from the blade.

He watched Roland retract the stick and sword slightly and chop it towards his forehead, his pupils dilated slightly.

In the next moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his forehead will be cut sideways by a sharp blade. From this point of view, a complete brain may be left, and it may not die immediately.

ahh... dying?

Old Joseph had some sense of his own destiny.

It's just a pity... not seeing...

"--Um?"

Old Joseph felt in disbelief that when the sword was about to open his head out of a skylight, he suddenly retracted.

The sharp blade drew a shallow blood mark on his forehead, and the blood began to ooze out after a second.

Old Joseph felt the blade stop between his eyebrows, and the center of his forehead kept going numb.

"—Then, if I want to take away your affection, do you have any complaints?"

Roland asked word by word. (To be continued.)