Blood of Mercury

Behind Bernard, a huge, two-person-high phantom stared at Roland.

The skin of the eyeball is fragile and transparent, and countless colorful slender snakes are crawling inside the eyeball, and the shape of the eyeball is constantly changing due to the squeezing of these small snakes.

In the very center of the eyeball—the only place where there are no snakes, is a circle formed by two black snakes that cling to the eyeball and devour each other’s tails. Any small snake that touches this dim yellow circle will neigh and twist into a mass of flesh and blood, and then burst open, bursting with a violent dim yellow light.

Just seeing the huge eyeball, Roland felt his heart twitch, blood stagnated, and his mind was dragged into some kind of cold and sticky abyss, the kind of aquatic creature that seemed to have some kind of mucus on his body. The disgusting and greasy feeling of friction made Roland wake up from the fringe.

Under the gaze of Higgs, the will barrier that Roland used to separate the cornerstones of the "chaotic" elements shattered in an instant.

As the "chaotic" elemental cornerstone was directly integrated into Roland's soul under the catalysis of Higgs, Roland's silver-gray pupils suddenly began to faintly flicker with dim yellow light.

At the same time, with Higgs' eyeballs at the center, everything in the world around him oscillates and becomes abstract and exaggerated.

"Higgs...?"

Roland sighed and exhaled a black gas with a damp and rancid smell.

He seemed to be able to see the breath he exhaled burning in the air, flowing into a pitch-black snake with wings, twisting in the air, screaming terribly, and then shattering into black-purple butterflies and tentacles. Own.

It was wet, sticky and cold to the touch. Reminiscent of earthworms, peppercorns, coke sprinkled on the body, and dry grape skins.

However, Roland's expression was extremely flat.

He has no fear, and he is not crazy.

Because at that moment, Roland realized what was driving his will just now.

That was the teacher's killing intent.

Directly pointing to Bernard's killing intent——

Without hesitation, Roland once again sank his mind into the silver-gray tranquil lake that shone with beautiful rays of light.

This time, he will take the initiative to enter into madness. If the link with the mentor is more suitable. Under the scouring of the eyes of the dusk kind, he can probably keep his will.

...however, this time seems to be a little different.

Just after the pitch-black runes appeared again on Roland's pale skin, the dim yellow in Roland's eyes suddenly spread, covering Roland's entire eye socket completely. immediately. An armor-like bone film began to appear on Roland's skin, and two twisted spiral wings of light began to appear behind him.

But at this moment, an incomparably bright blue light suddenly shone out from inside Roland's body without warning, and the layer of bone armor was immediately washed away. And Roland's yellow pupils fluctuated violently, and then stabilized unwillingly. Turned into a very pure emerald color.

Roland raised his head, and his emerald green eyes flashed with extremely strong killing intent.

Although he wanted to chat a few more words and say a few more handsome lines at the end, Roland was almost unable to say anything under his violently pumping heart.

Roland could only shout: "Woe to this world! Woe to this land and sea!"

The bright red boiling killing intent continued to rise like a winding clockwork. Roland immersed himself in the great will of the master with all his heart, and prayed loudly: "I saw the people attacking each other with swords, and worshipping clay idols with blood. and I saw the people playing with the women in the field, and stabbing the prince in the back with a dagger."

"So, I tell you the truth, woe to this world!"

"—Exactly! Exactly!!"

Bernard danced with excitement. Approve loudly.

Although he had a different position from Roland, this prayer struck his heart word by word.

It was exactly what he wanted to say but couldn't say. He shouted the name of Higgs excitedly, and prayed continuously at a very fast rate of speech in an indistinct voice.

Bernard had lost his hostility to Roland at this time.

At the moment when the phantom behind him appeared, he released Higgs' punishment and Higgs' discipline to Roland, but with little success. Roland wasn't even injured at all.

From this, Bernard deeply understood that Roland was also the one chosen by Higgs.

What the enemy of Kabbalah said was unmistakably nonsense to sow discord.

Rather, luckily I didn't hurt Roland...

"My friend! My friend Roland!"

Bernard shouted in a trembling and vague voice: "You went the right way but entered the wrong door! Turn back! It's still..."

At this moment, the huge sand and dust rolled up, choking back Bernard's second half of the sentence.

A huge phantom faintly emerged behind Roland.

It was a cleric doll that seemed to be sewn from sand. Its hands were tied to its chest with strings. As if he was praying, the black robe covering his calf fluttered wildly backwards under the whistling wind, forming an inverted triangle.

Even if it was fleeting, Roland could realize it. That was not the image of Nerola.

But from the feedback of will, Roland clearly felt that it was also part of the long-sleeping mentor——

who is it?

Roland searched his memory, but couldn't find this person.

But at this time, the boiling killing intent in his heart had already made Roland's will blurred.

The puppet behind him opened his mouth slightly and made no sound, but it was completely in sync with Roland's prayer: "My heart is in grief. "

"See if you have eyes, your time is running out—"

Roland folded his hands in front of his chest, and his emerald-like eyes burst into a large group of silver-white light.

In Roland's chant, the hymn resounded in the sky.

A very strong sense of tranquility appeared in Bernard's heart. He almost cried with joy.

"When the trumpet of cleanliness is blown, fire will come out of my mouth and burn your flesh and blood to nothing!"

The silver-white holy light fell from the sky and slammed down heavily, completely covering Bernard and the phantom of the eyeball behind him.

Almost instantly, the blurry phantom of the eyeball was washed away, and the distorted world in Roland's eyes suddenly returned to normal.

Without hesitation, Roland's charge and lightning strike instantly split Bernard's head vertically.

While Bernard was in the beam of light, the speed of his body's recovery became extremely slow. Roland changed his right hand back to its original shape, pressed Bernard's head, and slammed it on the ground, firmly locked within the scope of the beam of light. Give him the slightest chance to escape, and don't let him use the opportunity to sing magic.

Roland's left knee firmly pressed Bernard's right hand to the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the frost gathered on the ground had already cracked the ground under his right hand, only letting him touch Roland's **** The frost formed by the spell does not let him touch the ground.

Roland used too much force and pinched Bernard's head directly. Under Roland's heavy blow, with Bernard's head as the center, a small pit also appeared on the ground.

But Bernard is not dead yet.

His frantically trembling blood-red eyeballs emerged from Roland's fingers, staring at Roland without struggling, showing a happy and frantic smile: "I'm waiting for you! Roland! My friend! I'm waiting for you!"

"I'm waiting for you! I'm waiting for you! I'm waiting for you! I'm waiting for you—"

Finally, in the silver-white life and pure white holy light, Bernard completely turned into fly ash. With Bernard's death, the shadow behind Roland gradually dissipated, the runes on his body faded, and the hair lost its dazzling luster and fell back to his shoulders quietly.

However, Roland's pupils were still the pure emeralds, no longer fading. (To be continued.)