Blood of Mercury

As the elect of the saints, Roland can enjoy endless divine grace.

However, in the final analysis, his body is still flesh and blood.

Roland's body has reached its limit.

It's not that God's grace is not enough, but that his body can no longer bear such violent efforts.

These silver-white holy flames gushing out of Roland's broken flesh are proof.

Under normal circumstances, the holy flame should only be able to pour out of Roland's hands, feet and eyes, and then flow to the whole body like a liquid.

At this moment, because of the thirst for power, Roland's flesh has already burst open, and the silver-white holy fire spurted directly from Roland's bone marrow and from his veins.

Countless fine scars continued to appear and disappear on Roland's body.

If Robert looked at Roland with the eyes of a wizard at this time, he would find that Roland had almost turned into a human-shaped divine power.

In other words, these divine powers are enough to support a normal mourner to cover two-thirds of the white pagoda with a layer of ice with a prayer of frost.

The energy in the body is completely overloaded - with just one primer, Roland will explode in an instant.

At that time, the silver-gray holy flame in Roland's body will explode like fireworks, and several surrounding streets will be turned into scorched earth.

That's right.

Roland has reached his limit.

Even if Roland gave up on An Ruosi, Robert, and Claudia at this moment, and if he defended with all his strength, he could probably survive like a dog under the protection of the long-sleeping mentor.

- What a joke!

Roland held his head up, his eyes burning with pale enthusiasm.

Such a failure will never be recognized—

Facing the sandstorm that was about to tear himself apart, Roland closed his eyes and opened his arms as if giving up.

That's right.

Roland, who is the voter of the long-term mentor, is already at his limit.

There is no possibility of a turnaround.

Not only those three people will be torn apart by the sandstorm in an instant, but even themselves will be dug up by the sandstorm together with the ground under their feet and thrown into the sky mercilessly——

——However, such a future will definitely not happen.

because. Roland, who is a player, has just appeared now——

"Raise apprentice mourner's level to 10. Pay all experience. Confirm."

[Consuming 105 experience points, your apprentice mourner level has been raised to level 10]

[Apprentice occupation level saturation]

When the system prompt was still swiping the screen, Roland immediately issued the next command.

"The inaugural official class mourns the deceased."

[You want to get the basic occupation Mourner... is checking]

[Perception is not less than 8...Completely. Pass the test]

[You already have two occupations, and the inauguration of the mourner will cause you to be punished by part-time jobs]

[Whether to confirm the inauguration of the deceased?]

Roland didn't hesitate at all.

"Give up the Ashes profession and transform into a mourner. Raise the mourner's level to level 30, confirm."

[You permanently lose 13 levels on your profession (Ashman), and all the attributes you get from Ashes will be restored]

[Because Ashes and Mourners belong to the same profession. Your Ashes (level 13) will have half of the experience (630) returned to the experience pool]

【You got the job assignment】

[Because of your voter template, skip the inauguration task]

【You got a professional mourner】

[Every time you increase the level of the mourner's profession, you will gain strength +0.1, agility +0.1, constitution +0.25, perception +0.4, bloodline +0.2]

[Consuming 486 experience points, your mourner level has been increased to level 10]

[Saturated official occupation level]

[Because of your voter template, skip the advanced tasks]

[Consumes 3270 experience points, your mourner level has been increased to level 20]

[Dark Iron Occupation Level Saturation]

[Because of your voter template. Skip advanced tasks]

[Consume 6900 experience points, your mourner level has been raised to level 30]

[Bronze occupation level saturation]

[The level has reached the racial limit]

Roland didn't even see that he got those characteristics and those magical techniques, so he immediately turned off the battle prompt.

With the accumulated experience, Roland's experience pool now has only 3067 points of experience.

You must know that the ceremony to open the racial limit will cost at least 5,000 experience points, and even more than 10,000 points. 3000 points of experience at most will learn a fairly general attack posture.

It can basically be said that Roland smashed all his experience into it - in fact, this was originally used by him to pretend to be slapped in the face.

But think about it, the so-called emergency. Isn't it just to prevent no experience being available when the situation is at hand?

Not to mention, the increase in attributes alone is a force that cannot be ignored——

Roland Nerola, half-goblin (balanced bloodline), elector (long-sleeping mentor). Male 【Elite Template】

Health: 272/272 (in good condition)

Level: 30 (Bronze Rank) [Remaining EXP: 3067]

Occupation: Mourner Level 30 (——/10656) Warrior Level 20 (——/3756)

Energy: Divine Grace (——/——)

Origin: Unawakened

Attributes: Strength 8.8, Agility 9.8, Constitution 13.3, Wisdom 19.9, Will 2.9, Bloodline 10.9

Except for the perception that it is almost a little bit to break through 20 points. Roland's biggest change now is his bloodline and physique.

Especially physical attributes.

This is exactly the attribute that Roland needs most now.

How much power of the long-sleeping mentor can be endured is not in the perception attribute, but in the physical attribute.

From 8.2 to the current 13.3, how can one-third of the changes be described?

Because, every time the attribute breaks through ten points, it will usher in a qualitative change——

Under the limit of Roland's further release, the silver-white holy flame rose again and again.

Robert, who was standing behind Roland, could only feel a rush of heat.

It was the heat of a sandstorm.

But after he saw with his own eyes the sense of threat that "Miss Helland" brought to him suddenly increased several times in the blink of an eye, the burning sensation could no longer be felt.

Because the frost on the ground suddenly became several times colder.

If it was just a frost-white blizzard with a small amount of ice flakes spinning around Roland before, then the environment around Roland has now become a restricted area for humans.

The surrounding low temperature seems to be north of Suze. The cold wind blew, and the sandstorm, which had been taken away by the Silence Domain, suddenly burst open, and bursts of cold air erupted.

The chill even froze the first sandstorm into a thick wall, keeping the subsequent sandstorms out.

Compared with the previous sandstorms that could only be blocked in one direction, "Herland", who had suddenly increased his strength, had now blocked all the sandstorms from all directions.

...Maybe some of the seals on his body were lifted.

Robert swallowed his saliva, and his gaze towards "Miss Hurland" became more fiery.

The peak of bronze at the age of less than 20...

As expected of a higher race!

In any case, Robert will not believe that a person can improve the strength of a whole order in an instant.

That is simply a subversion of the three views. Not to mention him, no one in this world would believe it.

And Roland was still not satisfied.

The holy fire on his body not only did not go out because the frost soil stopped the sandstorm, but it became more intense.

If the holy fire on Roland's body only floated a few inches on his body before, then now the divine fire on Roland's body has completely submerged him, turning him into a huge fire man more than two meters high.

Under Robert's panicked eyes, Roland suddenly withdrew from the silent field.

Immediately, the sharp whistling sound of the sandstorm entered their ears.

A sandstorm swept in with divine nature, and Roland looked up at it without fear.

"Since so much experience has been wasted, it makes me feel good..."

Following Roland's muttering ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, four sword-like fire pillars rushed out from behind him, forming two huge V-shaped fire wings.

In an instant, the back hem of Roland's robe was torn out a big hole by the real holy flame!

Behind him, four silver-white holy flames rushed out, extending for nearly ten meters, surrounding An Ruosi and the three of them. The frantic silver flames pulsated violently, blowing away all the nearby sandstorms.

Roland narrowed his eyes.

Under the perception beyond 18 o'clock, Roland clearly noticed that something human-shaped in the sandstorm was rapidly approaching him.

Roland showed an almost cruel and fanatical smile: "Praise the mentor—"

Just as I was about to try it out, someone came to my door!

The next moment, Roland did not advance but retreated.

Wrapped around the silver-white holy fire, wrapped in the frost-white cold wind, it rolled head-on to the golden sandstorm! (To be continued.)