Blood of Mercury

The pure white holy fire crackled and flashed with fine electric light, and flickered fiercely in Kakarit's eyes.

Driven by the hurricane, his figure had already left the ground. Two holy white light belts were vaguely pressed out behind Kakarit, like tentacles and butterfly wings, fluttering wildly in the violent pure white hurricane.

The surrounding white mist has been blown away. A tall figure in a tattered black robe stood silently in the fog.

Kakarit's eyes were completely focused on him. The sense of crisis on his back made Kakarit subconsciously excited.

There is no doubt that this man is the enemy.

From Kakarit's soul vision, you can even see the surging negative energy in him. The source of those white mists was him.

Just like an icehouse that had just been opened, the white cold air slowly floated out from the hem of his black robe, entrenched in the air.

"I saw the Savior, dressed in black, coming from Mount Balaam."

Without hesitation, Kakarit poured his almost exhausted divine grace into the ceremony again.

While maintaining the funeral chant, Kakarite sang an arrogant prayer under Joseph's frightened and angry eyes—

"His glory covers the heavens and fills the earth with praise."

"He stands and shakes sinners. Evil kneels before him, and sinners will die of fever."

There were no distractions in Kakarit's mind.

That's right - his feelings for Roland were never fear or respect. He had sworn that he would worship Roland as a god.

It doesn't matter if he is hated by the Lord of Darkness because of this - he can feel that the holiness in Roland is more than ten times greater than that of the Lord of Darkness.

At the beginning, Lord Roland once said to Kakarit with great certainty: "You are not wrong."

Kakarrit was raised by his parents from a very young age:

Kakarite is just a tool—

Kakarit is just a weapon—

The function of the weapon itself is violence. There is nothing wrong with the weapon itself, no matter what it is used for.

But different from before. The previous Kakarite didn't even have the function of killing people. Useless tools are sins, but now Kakarit has found a reason to survive.

Lord Roland needs himself. Without himself, Lord Roland would encounter a lot of trouble. Only oneself can solve these troubles, no one else can.

Unlike under the Knicks, under Roland, Kakarit quickly found the meaning of survival.

Kakarit's idea never changed from the beginning.

Kakarit only wanted to kill for the sake of others. It was his only wish. He once thought that the Lord of Darkness's teaching that he could only take ill-gotten gains would help him fulfill his desires rationally, but then he realized that he was on the wrong track.

Killing for money is nothing but killers, mercenaries and bandits. And under the Knicks doctrine, killing is not a necessary link. And murder itself presumably. The looting of wealth is more important.

This is nothing short of humiliating for Kakarit.

His essence is [weapon]. Although perhaps the noble swords of nobles are much more expensive than the plain iron swords of warriors, as a weapon, Kakarite prefers to be the latter.

And Roland gave him hope.

What Roland represents is the ultimate death. Plagues, earthquakes, floods, snow disasters, fires... All the methods of death are under Roland's permission, not just killing people with daggers.

Kakarit certainly wishes he could have more diverse abilities. After all, he is a [weapon] and not just a [sword] or something. As long as he is able to take someone's life while being enslaved by another, Kakarit will feel a strong sense of pleasure from the depths of his soul.

Stronger than any drug. That is the deepest instinct of every life. As long as there is a spiritual life, it is absolutely irresistible.

Condescendingly staring at the silent and standing black-robed man, the holy fire in Kakarite's eyes was covered with a more fanatical and nihilistic light.

Weapons gradually pierced through his skin.

There are knightly spears, longswords, slashing swords, piercers, flails, axes, as well as sickles, scalpels, needles, scissors, nails and saws. All kinds of weapons densely showed a tip from his skin. From a distance, it seemed that Kakarit had been penetrated by countless swords and axes.

Kakarite's prayers became more shrill.

"Listen to him, but for he has the power to forgive you, and deliver you from the sword and the horn of the buffalo—"

As the prayer in praise of Roland ended, the ground suddenly began to vibrate violently.

It was as if the surrounding earth was fully activated. The ground beside the man in black robe collapsed in a targeted manner, and after the ground stuck his body, the ground regained its tight structure. close up.

It's a pity that the black-robed man's body seemed to be too hard, so that the ground even made a crunching sound like a tooth.

Under Joseph's silent gaze, the last divine grace on Kakarit was also transformed into the holy fire.

Then, the weapon that emerged from his body was wrapped in pure white holy fire, and attacked the black-robed man who was stuck on the ground with the momentum of a comet. As the weapon wrapped around the holy flame fell, a violent explosion sounded, and the ground trembled slightly.

The continuous explosion continued for a full ten seconds. By the time Kakarit stumbled to the ground, the man in black robe had already been blasted into tatters, and the rich negative energy in the air began to gradually dissipate.

But at this moment, Kakarite showed a surprised look.

because he noticed. Beneath the tattered black robe was a metal doll shining with silver-white metal light!

……not human?

Kakarit raised his eyebrows slightly. Dragging his tired body forward, he wanted to investigate the doll.

But he didn't notice ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Joseph was behind him. He was staring at himself with a cold, snake-like gaze—

After about a few seconds, Joseph took a deep breath and slowly swallowed the killing intent in his throat.

Meanwhile, Ferraro's **** battle has become more intense.

A gigantic male lion with bat wings, snake scales and a scorpion tail, the handsome and charming brain eater has joined the battle.

On the battlefield, a sound like a chainsaw rubbing against an iron blade can be heard everywhere. Make a squeaking sound.

Its upper half is a robot made of human skeletons, and the rest of life is made up of metal fragments. The way it travels is not the rolling of the wheels, but the sliding like a drift.

The thorny part of the blade wheel was inserted into the body of the mountaineer, scraping on the ground, making a harsh sound and dragging large bloodstains on the ground.

When these three arms appeared on the battlefield, the Templars' defense line had completely collapsed. (To be continued.)