Blood of Mercury

With the sound of Roland's prayer, the silver-white light seeping from the ground shattered.

The white light exploded suddenly, and the fragments jumped upwards out of the ground, floating at different heights beside Roland.

Afterwards, these irregular white rays of light like ice flakes made a crackling sound, shattering one by one, turning into shining spots like starlight.

Roland's prayers only came to an end.

He pondered a little, and started a new prayer again.

The prayer grew louder and louder, until it rumbled almost like thunder—

"Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are put at the stake by fools!"

"Because the Master will protect you, like gold in a fire—"

Robert turned around in surprise.

I saw silver-gray traces scorched on the ground like cobwebs, vibrating slightly rhythmically like a breathing evil.

"—"

Robert was about to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Not just your own words.

Even the roaring sound of the wind, the creaking of the ground—even the whistling sound of the sandstorm that almost crushed the sky together.

The whole world presented complete silence.

Even the beating of the heart in the chest cavity was completely inaudible.

The only thing that echoed in this silent world was Roland's low and cold prayer—

"I've seen my mentor build an icehouse, with snow chambers and hail silos."

"There the waters are as hard as stones, and the evening turns to ice."

Robert stared blankly at Roland surrounded by millions of light spots, his grown mouth and outstretched hand were fixed in the air.

The clumps of light of Saint White floated around Roland like the softest cotton wool.

His slender fingers were crossed on his chest. His expression was serene and solemn, and his prayers were devout but not boastful.

The raging silver-white holy fire burned like flowing silver in the bottom of Roland's pupils, and the holy light overflowed from his eyes like flowing water.

The soft light illuminated Roland from all directions, and even the shadows disappeared.

Roland's skin showed an almost transparent texture under the light.

Roland's long black and back hair fluttered in the silent world, and the black robe made of cobweb also stirred, making noises. Roland's hands and slender white wrists were exposed.

The pure black clothes were like shadows and dancing tentacles, tying Roland into them.

Looking from a distance at this moment, it is like a shining Holy Spirit is bound in a pure black prison——

Look over here from Robert. The fiery sunset was just behind Roland.

The sunset is like blood--

Holy as silver—

In that instant, Robert understood what was holy and what was a believer.

For a time, Robert even forgot about the sandstorm that swept behind him.

Rather, he subconsciously felt that "Herland" would definitely be able to solve this problem.

That's exactly what happened.

"She snows like wool and frost like ashes every day—"

in a silent world. Only Roland's prayer echoed in the sky.

The silver-gray patterns like quivering spider webs were like cracks leading to hell, and icy, biting winds gushed out from them, causing Robert to shiver.

Roland untied the hands clasped in front of his chest, stretched out his right hand and pressed it forward.

The last prayer was sung—

"—Her coldness comes from death, how can anyone with blood be able to resist?"

Suddenly, a howling wind whistled.

White frost marks spread from Roland's feet.

The ground rattled, and pieces of transparent ice that were as sharp as knives rose from the ground.

Roland stood sideways, and the storm surged behind him, cracking the sharp ice blade more than one meter high on the ground, and wrapped it in the eye of the wind. Strike forward!

There is no voice in the silent **** embodied by the prayer of silence.

Not just pure sound.

Even unformed sorcery and magic will collapse in an instant. Only the spells that have been formed and the voices chanting the long sleep can exist in it.

And Roland didn't just cast two magic spells in a row.

The first hand to control the field with the silent prayer, and then the second prayer is repeated. This is the regular explosion routine of mourning the deceased.

And using the prayer of silence to superimpose the prayer of frost cover is the most powerful one.

For example, if you sing the Prayer of Frost Cover after the Prayer of Silence, if you add the Chanting of Decay, the effect is basically the same as that of "Netherland", except that the range is slightly smaller and it cannot be moved.

You must know that Netherland is a high-level magical technique that can only be possessed by mourners who have awakened their origins. Its power is enough to freeze the voice, freeze the soul, freeze the mind, and lead everything to the icy silence.

Although Roland lacked a decisive chanting of decline, but fortunately the prototype has appeared——

At this moment, the sandstorm with divine power finally swept over.

The dazzling sandstorm had just entered the realm of silence before it lost the dazzling brilliance of polished gold coins. But even if the divinity is deprived. The sand waves that had been accelerated to the limit were still rolling towards Roland and the others.

Just relying on that weight and speed, it is enough to smash Roland and the others into a **** mess!

"So I shouted, Blessed are those caught in the fire!"

As Roland prayed loudly, the ice storm swirling and dancing behind him seemed to come alive, flying forward like a rushing hound, facing the sandstorm!

The surging sandstorm and the frost-white blizzard finally collided.

It feels like two high-speed rotating chainsaws are used to make a knife.

immediately. The icy cold wind and the hot wind wrapped in the sand waves attacked Roland and the others.

The cold air that can freeze even the respiratory tract, and the scorching smell unique to the burnt house are mixed together, and a violent hurricane is rolled up, but there is no sound.

That's because the collision was within Roland's silent domain.

"So I shouted, Blessed are the prophets who are put at the stake by fools!"

A piece of frost-white ice blade swept away by the sandstorm passed Roland's eyes, and Roland's cheek immediately oozes blood.

But Roland did not advance but retreated.

Because the number of sandstorms can be called endless.

Even if Roland blocked the sandstorm on this side, he couldn't block the sandstorm on the left and right, let alone the sandstorm behind.

His mind was very clear.

Never passively defend.

Must attack head on!

So Roland looked directly at the ice blade cut from his cheek, facing the golden natural disaster that roared and roared in front of him, and took a step forward with a fearless exaggerated smile!

"I praise the Lord!"

"Praise the long sleep!"

"Praise the teacher!"

Roland roared, taking three steps in a row, pale frenzy in his eyes.

The silver-white holy fire poured out from his eyes, and Roland burst into flames.

The flame blazed brightly.

The light completely enveloped Roland.

The wound on Roland's face that was just cut has now healed. The ice blades and grains of sand that collapsed in the collision exploded as soon as they hit Roland, and were burned to ashes by the holy fire.

It was like a real divine grace.

How many divine graces does Roland have?

If you have to describe it, there is only one answer—

That is infinity!

"Praise the teacher!"

Roland shouted loudly that for the first time the holy flame burned on him so fiercely, reflecting Roland's figure like a saint who was burned to death at the stake.

The holy fire that far exceeded Roland's body's capacity had already torn his body apart~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but these countless tiny wounds had been healed by the holy fire at the same time as they appeared.

"Praise the long sleep—"

Roland's voice was like thunder, making a loud rumbling sound.

Finally, he took a step forward again and crashed into the blizzard.

Suddenly, the blizzard exploded silently, spreading out in all directions, hitting the golden sandstorm that hit the three of An Ruosi from the side.

The speed of these sandstorms, which had just been washed away from the divine, was already close to the speed of sound.

The wind alone is enough to destroy the forest. If it is wrapped in sand, it can even destroy a building in an instant.

And Roland stared at the most powerful sandstorm like this, but did not evade it.

With pale fever in his eyes, he praised his mentor loudly, and opened his arms—(To be continued.)