Blood of Mercury

Roland sang a hymn softly.

The sound is ethereal and elegant.

If you don't understand Astral Language, just judging from the melody and Roland's solemn and speedy expression, anyone will think that what he sings is a hymn to life.

In reality, however, this chant is full of praise for decay—

"—My days are faster than shuttles, all consumed in hopelessness."

It's different from the Decline Chant that Claudia had tentatively cast.

Roland's chanting of decline and death was not accompanied by the decay of plants and the stench of animals. It was just a thick black mist rising from the black ice ground under his feet.

It was like the smoke from dry ice in the air—only it was a very thick black.

"Please miss, my life is but a breath, and my eyes will never see happiness again—"

When Roland sang the second sentence, the blackened ice layer directly surrounded the skull crusher.

And when Roland sang the third sentence, the ice layer that was shaking constantly became quiet.

By this time, the mirror-like ice surface under Roland's feet had all turned pitch black.

It was a color like matte metal, and it could also be said to be an extremely delicate black earth.

In fact, that is just ordinary black soil—

The difference is that it is the black soil where the dormant mentor lives.

At the beginning of the birth of Faens—that is, when the saints assisted the only **** Aum to create this world, there was no life in the world of Faens.

Without life, there is no death.

Without the comfort of life, there will be no eternal sleep after death.

Therefore, at that time, the title of the long-sleeping mentor was still the Lord of Frozen Death.

And the original version of the degraded version of the magic that Roland combined with the low-level magic at this moment, the magic commonly known as "Netherland", the official name is called the cold and dead land!

Even the current pseudo-god, as long as he dares to set foot on the black land where the master of eternal sleep once lived, he will immediately lose all hope and motivation to live, and he will be alone and quietly with his incomparable yearning and longing for eternal sleep. die.

It wasn't an illusion, or a mind-distorting spell. Hard to describe. This is a plane characteristic with a very high difficulty in saving throws.

Only people who have actually died once can have this kind of emotional resistance.

It is easy to say that you have died once, but it is easier said than done to actually do it?

Although the predecessor of the Skull Crusher was the Fist of Lifelessness, it was a pity. This immortality of the soul ascending to the kingdom of God after death is not recognized.

To die is to die. To die is to die.

The "envoys" in the kingdom of the false gods-that is, the priests and the Templars after death, can only exist in the kingdom of God in the state of souls.

After all, their kingdom of God is in the astral world, and there is no matter in the astral world.

Like the Skullbreaker, and some other gods who came to the world, they all exist in the kingdom of God in the state of souls. When they were summoned, either the soul form came to the world, or it was simply possessed by a heroic spirit.

This incomplete form. How dare you say that you have "died" once?

They have always been in a state of death. never resurrected.

To use an exaggerated statement, even the "Kingdom of God" that the gods live in on weekdays is just a fantasy of the gods.

A mere fantasy, how can you resist the power of the underworld?

"The person who looks after me, his eyes no longer see me," Roland stared at the Skullbreaker wrapped in black ice, chanting the hymn of decay, "The teacher's eyes look at me, and I am no longer there. world."

No shadows, no explosions.

Unexpected. The black ice that included the Skull Crusher suddenly cracked open, like the shattered ice placed on a soldering iron, melting away zizily.

But Roland was not at all nervous.

After the black ice dissipated, the two-meter-tall giant stood silently in place.

If you look closely, you will find that the golden sand grains around it have turned into ordinary sand.

It has just stood there, losing all its vitality.

At this time, Roland had already received a system prompt—

[You killed a silver-rank skull crusher and extracted the source power...you get experience 1921]

[Characteristic: The Death Singing takes effect, and the soul of the Skullbreaker will not return to the Kingdom of God]

Roland's sharp eyes found that a turbid yellow transparent soul struggled and squeezed out of the completely sealed horn helmet of the Skullbreaker.

With a little luck. It can probably escape and be a lonely ghost.

But unfortunately, metals are not good conductors of the soul.

Just struggling from the steel helmet, the soul has become mutilated.

Compare these icy steel. They will prefer wood and stone as their shelter.

However, it has no chance -

"Kill... lord... mince... pieces of meat..."

The turbid soul struggled, making a shrill, trembling, indistinct sound.

Roland didn't have the slightest interest in waiting for it to solidify himself and then scolding himself.

"rest in peace-"

Roland stretched out his right hand, grabbed the cloudy soul, and crushed it directly.

Silver-white light flowed out of Roland's hands, purifying his thoughts and will together. Turn this tainted soul in twisted flesh and blood into an unconscious, transparent soul. He ascended to the sky and went to **** again along the Wall of Orm.

As the group of souls gradually became invisible in Roland's hands, the seemingly endless sandstorm around them also slowly ceased.

But at this moment, Roland saw turbid yellow beams of light rising up everywhere in the White Tower, reaching the sky.

Even the sky is illuminated together.

Roland raised his head and couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

—This is the beam of light when the messengers of the false gods were sent back.

In other words, they use mortal bodies as sacrifices and attach themselves in the form of souls. After the false body is destroyed, the soul in it will naturally break away from the shackles of the dead body and return to the kingdom of God.

Since the time of the war of the gods, the gods have been constantly returning to the battlefield with this ability.

No matter how you kill it, you can't kill it cleanly.

Sometimes a weapon master who has awakened to the origin can even kill an angel three times in a row in a skirmish.

It is also in order to resist this rogue's ability to restore the force that the undead came into being.

The existence of this beam of light is to prevent the soul of his own angel from being hurt. There are not many skills that can damage the soul in the world of Faens, but it is not too little.

The gods are not stupid. Since they dare to send their divine envoys to the ground, it means that they must have already figured out a way out.

Not to mention these decades.

When they first usurped the authority of the Holy One, they had trouble sleeping and eating every day.

Only one day the sage suddenly came back, and then discovered the terrible things done by this group of people...

However, as time passed, this guilty conscience gradually turned into a kind of arrogance mixed with indifference.

In the past one hundred years or so now, they have begun to do things one by one without any scruples, such as reversing life and death, tampering with Aum's Law, and even colluding with Dusk.

"A bunch of filthy idiots..."

Roland looked at the dim yellow beams of light rising alternately with cold eyes.

He counted, there were 19 beams in total.

Counting the one who had lost his immortality and was sent to be reborn, the Lord of Violence sent a total of 20 divine envoys.

In order to destroy the White Tower, this master is really generous.

"Ugh…"

With a heavy sigh that suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart, Roland was startled, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help being horrified.

He turned around suddenly and looked at the three of Robert: "Did you hear?"

"I heard…"

"Um…"

"I heard, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" An Ruosi's expression eased just after getting up from the ground, "Don't be nervous, Hurlan. This is the voice of Master Merlin."

"Um?"

Roland was really stunned this time.

But before he realized what the name represented, a huge barrier spread from the center of the White Tower. The surrounding scene gradually disintegrated, and everything around it melted and seeped into something further out.

Roland stood blankly in the crowd of people coming and going, sensing a very familiar feeling.

"This is... the old city?"

Roland finally realized the truth and muttered. (To be continued.)

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