Blood of Mercury

--found it!

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Scott's eyes.

The gray path spread crookedly from the air for more than a thousand meters, and it has been extended into the crowd watching from a distance.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. None of the people locked up by Scott actually reacted.

The next moment, off-white flowers bloomed from the ground.

Like a huge mouth suddenly protruding from the ground, the sharp metal blade turned into teeth, directly swallowing and smashing a sad middle-aged woman.

Red, yellow, green, white... Her whole body was shredded by the blade pulled from the ground, the fragmentary pieces of meat and internal organs were scattered and slid, and the blood was squeezed out and sprayed everywhere.

The surrounding wizard apprentices couldn't dodge in time, and they were immediately drenched in transparency.

Immediately, they screamed and cried and retreated to the surroundings. The daring wizard instantly launched a few simple witchcraft to fight back, while the timid wizard had already knelt on the ground, and even the strength to crawl had disappeared.

But none of the witchcraft caused Scott the slightest trouble. They didn't even get close to Scott's body.

Before approaching Scott, the line of law that constituted sorcery protruded, and then split directly and disintegrated on its own.

Throughout the process, Scott did not interfere at all. He didn't even look at the witchcraft.

This is the biggest gap between witchcraft and magic.

Before the characteristics of "steady law", "instant perception", or the talent of "deep perception", all witchcraft has no meaning for the powerhouse who has awakened the origin.

The essence of witchcraft is to copy the laws of Aum, make the Wall of Aum misunderstand, and bring the influence of a certain law fragment that already exists on the Wall of Aum to the world. At its root, it is a kind of knowledge that makes the world create an imbalance in a certain direction, and then makes up for it in excess. To give an example, it is the slingshot.

The principle of origin's influence on the outside world is similar to witchcraft. But the difference is. If witchcraft is a kind of knowledge that makes Aum's law bounce back, then the origin is to forcibly oppress Aum's law by itself.

Origins are rare. in the endless cycle. Those who can glimpse Aum's Law are the minority of the minority. If someone in the previous life can awaken the origin, it will undoubtedly be beneficial to the future generations. There are only a few existences like Roland and Marco who have no previous life at all and have been created by saints. And for many more, the possibility of having an awakened origin speaks to their extraordinaryness.

Near those who have awakened their origins, their influence on the world more or less exists. This effect itself changes the way Orm's Law judges and deals with imbalances in the world. The witchcraft that continues to be released according to the previous formula will naturally collapse automatically.

In fact, in a few days, when the next saint falls, the world will still undergo drastic changes. By that time, all wizards below the golden rank will briefly lose their sorcery. Nearly half of the wizards in the golden rank have dropped their spellcasting skills to around the bronze rank. Only wizards with the two characteristics of "steady law" and "instant perception" can cast spells normally.

on the original world line. This reason is also one of the reasons why the White Tower was destroyed.

Roland knew very well that if Anvilia had no way to solve this problem, even if all the wizards were sent out, they would still be unable to escape the clergy's pursuit of the wizards in the early days of the plague revival.

The sorcerer's temperament is really recognizable. The leisurely leisure and the old-fashioned peculiar to scholars similar to modern people are absolutely different in this world.

Just when Roland was thinking about it, the middle-aged woman had been completely torn to shreds by Scott, and Sell was still waving his tentacles in pain, struggling to get out of here.

Luckily, Searle wasn't stupid enough to change back into a human form. He still has a minimum of wisdom, knowing that he will definitely be killed by Scott's sword if he loses his immortality.

On the other side, the wizards who originally surrounded Scott. The accusations and curses against Scott have stopped.

One of the reasons was that they finally got to see Scott's face. The tutor who taught anti-assassination was no stranger to any of them.

It's just that they never knew that Scott's combat power was so strong.

After they calmed down, they noticed the corpse of the middle-aged woman who was surrounded by everyone subconsciously and looked very friendly. Only then did they notice the blood-stained black linen robes on the ground that were completely different from the wizard robes on them.

...I was actually touched by the clergy here? Are you unwittingly charmed? !

Only then did they feel afraid.

At the same time, they felt a chill in their backs. Not because of fear, but because of the piercing cold.

In such a cold and deep winter season, the hot blood poured on them did make their hearts warm - the thick heat flowed into their bodies along with the heat of the human body, and warmed their bodies for a short time.

But in less than a while, the hot flashes were extinguished by the cold air from the outside world, and the more biting cold, along with the damp blood energy, infiltrated their bodies and penetrated into their bones. It's like the gloomy cold after jumping into a river in a padded coat and crawling out in winter.

They hurriedly prepared to use witchcraft to dry their clothes. But only for a moment. The blood on their bodies suddenly disappeared.

The coldness still remained in the cracks of the clothes, but they could no longer feel a trace of moisture on their bodies.

"it's useless."

Look up. The middle-aged woman who had been dismembered by Scott before stood intact in the previous position, with a leisurely tone.

The corpse on the ground is now gone.

"You can't kill me. You know it yourself. Don't you?"

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Scott's icy voice sounded, and gray marks suddenly spread out, covering the middle-aged woman: "This way I can confirm that I didn't cut the wrong person. You are the saint."

The grey traces climbed from the ground, arced into Anvilia's garden, and folded again onto the intact wing of Searle. On the way, the middle-aged woman's limbs were cut off and fell into Anvilia's garden.

The limbs on her body grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that they would recover in two or three seconds.

But just before she got up, a popping stick sword stopped in front of her eyeballs. Halfway up, her body stopped suddenly, and her eyeball was almost pierced.

"do not move."

Roland's voice sounded: "Here, you can't beat me."

Roland didn't even look at her, just stared at Scott intently, hoping that he could learn a few attacking stances again.

However, the middle-aged woman had no intention of attacking Roland at all.

She just looked at Roland's profile with a shocked expression.

"Your Majesty?!"

"……Um?"

Roland turned around in confusion: "Are you talking about me?"

At this moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a sword mark running through the heaven and earth suddenly split Searle into two halves, and Roland couldn't help but turn his head. The fiery light scattered and gathered towards Searle, but was interrupted by a scolding from Sheila.

Three eyes and one life, repeating twice, Purcell accepted it steadily.

- The battle situation has been decided. Roland was waiting for the final commanding experience.

So Roland turned around again: "What did you just say?"

"...Nothing. I just admit I was wrong."

The middle-aged woman's expression became calm again.

Only her body trembled slightly. And she lowered her head tightly, not wanting Roland to see her face.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly. (To be continued.)