Blood of Mercury

"I said it before, Roland. Innocent chant is just a magical technique I use to save your life. Don't rely too much on it. It's not your own power."

A lazy and cold voice came from behind Roland.

"In the recent period of time, you shouldn't think about using the Woundless Chant on other people."

"But mentor, the situation is urgent now..."

"--obedient."

"……Yes"

The voice of Longmian Instructor suddenly became cold, and all Roland's explanations were blocked in his throat.

Roland suddenly realized that the long-sleeping mentor did not have the obligation to fulfill all his requests.

He is the disciple of the teacher, the chosen person of the teacher, the incarnation of the teacher's will, and will be her only agent on earth in the future.

"Good boy."

The teacher's voice became pleasant: "Well, if you save him, I will give you the silent prayer."

Roland could only nodded silently.

Maybe the mentor can ignore Roland's blasphemy, but in any case, it is impossible for Roland to instruct the mentor to do something.

That could be called absurdity.

Although if Roland threatened with his own life, the tutor would probably reluctantly agree to Roland's request-but An Ruosi was not worth Roland's doing.

Moreover, in all fairness, the tutor can already call Roland doting.

No other **** has been so generous and lenient towards his followers.

People have to be content.

However, the fact that Roland gave up his request for a harmless chant to his mentor did not mean that he had to give up on An Ruosi.

There is no technical difficulty in rescuing the clean An Ruosi who wants to revive the divine power lingering in the heart. It's just that Roland couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart.

In order to ensure that An Ruosi would have enough physical strength to support the subsequent evacuation after being rescued, Roland transformed all the natural energy into healing touch in one breath.

For a time, Roland's entire right hand was covered with a streamer-like light green aura.

That's right.

There is no need to sing harmlessly to save An Ruosi, just use the simplest cardiac resuscitation and artificial respiration—

the other side.

Robert was already sweating profusely.

He is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan now.

His previous magic power has been drained. But fortunately, the Sorcerer of the Sword also has the skill of casting vitality as magic.

But just now, he cast the soundproof barrier three times in a row—the result was a failure each time.

Robert's left palm was cut three times, and it was already dripping with blood. The blood-stained ritual knife suddenly became extremely sharp. It cut through the ground with ease, and outlined some crooked patterns on the ground.

Robert sadly discovered that the previous roar had affected him more than he had imagined.

His balance was affected. Fingertips become weak. The ritual knife, which was originally like an extension of a limb, has now become stiff and unresponsive.

He watched helplessly as the huge right arm slowly lifted from the barrier that had been oppressed to the limit, but was unable to make any response.

There are no monks in this world, and there were no boxers. The followers of the Lord of Violence are the only professions that take boxing.

The Lord of Violence was the strongest berserker in history and the first boxer before being conferred a god. He even smashed the city wall with his own power when he was on the golden stage - not the city gate. It was a seven-meter-thick obsidian city wall.

He held a heavy and huge mace in his right hand, and in his left was a steel glove that was three times the size of the glove of the right hand, and not much lighter than the mace.

It wasn't a mace that he smashed through the walls—it was his own fist.

Like the Fist of Lifelessness, the Violent Lord's Mace is only for breaking armor. The fist of his left hand is much stronger than that of a mace.

Although the right hand of the Lord of Violence holds a mace all year round, it does not mean that his right fist is weak.

his fist. Just like the sword of the goddess of war.

This simple punch was his strongest power!

A god's full-strength attack was blocked by a mortal's barrier, which was enough to make the wizards of the White Tower proud.

But at this moment, that fist was slightly withdrawn upwards a little distance——

That is by no means giving up.

Rather force.

In less than a breath, the right fist of the Lord of Violence slammed a straight punch at the enchantment below again!

This time, the enchantment that had not fully recovered had undergone a distorted deformation under the bombardment of the giant force.

However, there is no crash.

Before Robert could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the fist retreated a little distance and hit it again with force.

- Double hit!

Then, at a speed that Robert couldn't see at all, the fist turned into a fist, into a palm, into a claw, and into a finger. Continuously bombarded the barrier that had been bent downwards.

- All kinds of martial arts!

——A thousand strikes in an instant!

Robert was almost desperate to find that the right arm of the Lord of Violence had already started his best attack stance.

Without any suspense, the barrier formed by the runes made an overwhelmed creaking noise and collapsed——

But before that, an invisible force had penetrated through the barrier and slammed to the ground!

Like an earthquake, the ground of the entire White Pagoda trembled violently.

It can be seen from a distance, where the smoke rises, obscuring the sky.

But the rune on top of Robert's head was like a burnt scroll, losing its dazzling brilliance. It becomes dry, charred, and then falls to the ground in ashes.

Finally, the fist fell to the ground.

In the distance, the sound of the explosion swept through the shock wave. The surrounding houses were twisted and collapsed. The shaking of the ground suddenly became a hundred times stronger.

As if a 100-meter-high giant was rushing towards Robert, Robert only felt that the vibration of the ground became more and more obvious and violent.

He even saw that Claudia's feet had started to leave the ground from time to time.

Intensified with the earthquake, there was also a surging wave of smoke and dust.

No, it would be too frivolous to say that it was just smoke and dust.

Even the sandstorm can't describe its splendor - Robert can only see the stone blade mixed with divine brilliance with the naked eye.

Robert finally understood why the Lord of Violence was so strong with only one right arm.

Its divine power has always been burning.

This is basically no different from self-destruction. In fact. All the Lord of Violence wanted to do was to open the barrier and explode himself inside the White Tower.

That's why he sacrificed his right hand—other parts didn't have the confidence to break the white tower barrier, and he was reluctant to give up his left hand.

The Lord of Violence knew very well that the right arm he cut off would never return to him.

As a purebred rough man, he doesn't count effort, prolonging his torso's existence for maximum profit.

He only knows that since his right arm can't come back anyway, it is better to burn the divine power in it directly from the beginning, and burst out the greatest power——

——In one go, crush the enemy into scum!

This is what the Lord of Violence has always believed.

After the right arm of the Lord of Violence blew itself up in the center of the White Tower, the dust entangled in divine power became extraordinary~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Under the shock wave, these dusts will turn into The invincible sword engulfed everything in the path into slag.

...Probably the wizards inside have become scumbags.

Robert looked at the approaching sandstorm, thinking so desperately.

But at this moment, a plain and pleasant prayer sounded behind him:

"People speak in court, and knowledge is passed from people to people."

"And today, I praise the teacher among the people, tell her glory, and spread her mighty power."

"People have to reciprocate, Gao claims, until they go to sleep."

As the cold voice behind him said word by word, a huge silver-white field suddenly emerged from the ground, covering Robert and the others.

"—then the world has no words, no voices to hear." (To be continued.)