Blood of Mercury

One is the pure white ocean.

One is the grey-white storm.

It was a battle between the powers and the powers—a war with the earth and the sky as armies and the world as a battlefield.

That was enough power to lead the world to destruction, and just one of them was enough to wash Titan into pure power.

Just staying by Roland's side made it difficult for the three of Kris to even breathe. Not to mention action - even if Roland didn't point hostility towards them, it became difficult to walk under the invisible gaze that was more authoritative than the gods.

"Wait, Your Majesty—"

In Chris's exclamation, the flames surrounding Roland entangled the three of them involuntarily, and threw them back gently but powerfully.

In the blink of an eye, they flew thousands of meters, and when they were about to touch the ground, they had reached the westernmost side of the Elcate desert. If it doesn't matter, I'm afraid it will fly directly to Fararu.

That is no longer a miracle that "force" can accomplish, but the category of "law".

Chris managed to adjust her body in the air, hugged the two children beside her, and used a special technique to land vertically to relieve the impact on her body.

Even so, it took a lot of effort for her to regain her footing.

But at this time, a storm carrying sand and dust swept in. Although it was not as good as a baby compared to the gray-white hurricane, the dust that rolled up blocked her vision.

... so I was in the way.

Chris sighed, hesitated for a while, but didn't rush back.

If it is her speed, it really only takes a little while to run back again. But she decided to follow His Majesty's orders.

However, at this moment, she heard Roland's voice resounding in the sky: "People of the four realms, you should kneel and pray!"

"You should shout my name and shout for justice!"

Roland's clear prayer sounded in the sea of ​​white fire, and the pure white flame giant stood up from the sea of ​​fire again.

It was no longer a prayer who abused himself, but the King of Heaven who held a king sword and wore holy armor.

In the pure white whistling sea of ​​fire, it gradually pulled out the long sword around its waist.

It was a holy sword that was more dazzling than any silver.

It is not a murder weapon condensed by flames, but an incarnation of the concept of [kingship].

That is neither the power of the Sleeping Master nor the power of the covenant, and it has nothing to do with the Eye of Orm.

——That is Roland's own power, Roland's own scepter.

"My people, if you are faithful and righteous, and keep the commandments, you will praise me and call on my name, and bear witness to your word!"

Roland's clear voice gradually became mature and hoarse, and it sounded over the entire Faens.

People trembled with excitement when they heard the voice.

Because that is a sign of a great miracle. That was a harbinger of Roland's miracle.

But they can't help but worry.

It's not about worrying about those "people of dusk" who angered Saint Laurent, but about Roland.

...It seems that Saint Laurent's voice is getting older and older?

Roland's prayer resounded all over the place.

Without any hesitation, people immediately knelt on the ground and shouted the name of Saint Laurent.

They don't know where Saint Laurent is or what Saint Laurent is doing, but each of them firmly believes that Saint Laurent must be doing great things.

Because he is the king of the world. There is nothing more holy in this world than him.

So they shouted—

"Saint Laurent, Seiya!"

"Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!!"

"People of Twilight!"

Roland opened his eyes suddenly, and burst out with anger: "Your hour has come!"

Thick, throbbing light overflowed from him like a flame, shining with dazzling brilliance in the endless sea of ​​pure white.

That is light of light, holy of holy.

As if overloaded, with Roland's pupils as the center, his cheeks cracked a few cracks like porcelain.

He waved the scepter in his hand in anger, like holding an invisible giant sword, hitting the gray-white storm from top to bottom.

——Swords. Heavy pressure!

Behind him, the flaming giant thousands of meters high moved synchronously, slashing the brilliant king sword in his hand towards the gray-white storm.

Like the ripple-filled reflection seen in the water, the entire space the sword marks passed through was distorted.

With a loud bang, the entire crystal wall of Elcatel was instantly shattered.

It was as if an invisible giant hammer slammed into the ground—the ground collapsed with a bang, and the sky was filled with cracks with a bang.

Snow-white cracks spread rapidly on the walls of Orm, and the squeaks like melting snow were drowned out by storms and waves.

However, the roaring hurricane stopped abruptly.

"Seiya—"

Roland did not give in at all, roaring and stepping forward.

The flaming king took steps in sync with him.

As soon as it stepped down, even the ground roared, and the collapsed earth shook violently.

That is the principle of inescapability in the human world. That is power beyond what this world allows.

If it is pushed like this, no matter what power it is, it can reach the limit of the world.

The twisted rainbow light spread out in an instant, and while the light flashed, hundreds of twisted sword marks about a kilometer long remained in the air. Taking this opportunity, the monstrous pure white flames rolled back in anger, rushing into the hurricane in an instant.

For the first time, the hurricane screamed and slowly burned.

However, at this time, there were several crisp sounds on Roland's body, and seven or eight cracks appeared on his body. Not limited to cheeks, nor hidden under robes.

It was a crack that appeared from Roland's robe. Through the irregular cracks, you can only see a piece of nothingness inside, without the slightest flesh and blood.

That is a side effect of Kabbalah's authority.

As the foundation of the relationship between priests and gods, if the power of this authority is not given to others, but used entirely within oneself, the loss can be infinitely reduced to zero.

But it also means fulfilling Kabbalah's principles of this world.

——The so-called, the admired should dedicate himself.

Roland's followers and people dedicate their body, soul and will to Roland~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Roland can only use his body, soul and will as fuel to open up a living land for believers and people .

He stared at the hurricane, raising the long sword in his hand, ready to go.

finally--

"—I saw it."

Roland whispered contentedly.

He saw it. At the very center of the hurricane, composed entirely of gray-white data streams, was a huge monster curled up like a baby, faintly flickering with rainbow lights.

And, the dim-yellow pupils that looked at Roland at the same time, like two nebulae.

"finally found you."

Roland sighed and pointed the blade at the illusory monster.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The next moment, the flame giant behind Roland gradually melted and collapsed, submerging into Roland's body again. And Roland had already appeared behind the monster, and the scepter slowly tapped on the ground.

The hurricane stopped like a phantom. The illusory monster was torn apart, revealing its true body.

It was someone's brain that was as tall as a building and wriggled like a living thing.

The brain didn't turn into mud or torn apart, but suddenly stopped squirming for no reason.

Although it seems that there is no difference, Roland knows that its inner part has been killed.

"...Victor, it's you."

Roland murmured softly.

Behind him, a purple-gray thunder fell from the sky and smashed open a gate.

The one who came out was An Ruosi with gray eyes and a wry smile.

And, the alchemist standing gracefully without his head.

—The enemy of mankind, the last betrayal, Victor. (To be continued.) Search this site for \"Biquge CM\" or enter the URL: www.biquge.cm