quicksilver blood

The stronger hurricane winds into a bundle, clinging to the Grand Duke's sword blade.

The poisonous fire that flowed like silver-gray bone marrow was extinguished by an inexplicable force. The next moment, the violent and scorching storm circled and danced at high speed with the Grand Duke as the center. The figure that had become clear inside once again disappeared in the eye of the wind.

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Rather than snakes and loopholes, it looks more like a huge drill bit formed by a hurricane nailing the ground.

Not only was the ground cracking under the pressure, but the entire earth seemed to be shaking. As if he was standing near a drill at a construction site, Roland could only feel the ground under his feet shaking with an increasingly intense frequency.

Finally, after the pressure reached the critical point, the ground exploded with a bang. In an instant, with the Grand Duke as the center, dense cracks like spider webs opened on the ground, and the cracks became deeper every second.

The number keeps increasing!

Under the violent shaking that seemed to come from the center of the earth, a lot of fine dust and gravel on the ground vibrated at high frequency like the sand on the surface of a drum that was being beaten crazily, floating in the air in a blurry manner.

But in just a moment, the floating earth and rocks were blown away by the blowing storm, and were sucked into the silver-grey crazily rotating hurricane together with the scattered poisonous fire. The hurricane restrained by the power of the Archduke was like

It was like a chainsaw thrown into broken sand, vibrating strongly and making an unsettling piercing sound.

Before this frightening scene, Roland took a deep breath. Instead, a fanatical smile appeared on his face.

There is no doubt that that is the smile that only a madman can have.

That was the smile of a madman when he faced the building that was about to collapse and the bridge that was about to be blown up. It didn't matter even if he was on top of it.

It doesn't matter even if the Archduke's sword is going to tear him apart in the next moment.

He shouted loudly: "Never forget to sing, never forget to pray, never forget to sleep!"

"Entrust me, learn from me, obey me and rest in my hands!"

At this moment, the Archduke's sword blade finally shredded the hurricane completely and stabbed straight towards Roland.

However, Roland had no intention of evading. He kept praying. The silver-white holy fire in his eyes ignited. The light spots behind him condensed into black crystal-like feathers at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving people a strong sense of violation.

Harmony rushed forward at an extremely fast speed. He caught the sword blade, which was faintly glowing red like charcoal fire, from all directions and stopped it in the air.

It looked as pure and delicate as black crystal, but still had a hint of soft feathers. Like countless fine steel brushes, it held the Archduke's sword blade firmly in place, causing a large number of sparks to appear.

A steady stream of divine grace poured into Roland, and those black crystal-like feathers became sharper and stronger.

But in this case, you can still see the sword blade gradually slipping out of the gap in the feathers, and then pulled out with a swipe.

The next moment, as the Grand Duke took a step forward, violent hurricanes suddenly exploded in all directions. At that moment, Roland felt suffocated. His body felt a very strong backward push, and he almost became unsteady and fell backwards.

It flew out upside down.

Is the fury before the ashes a hurricane...

Such an idea vaguely appeared in Roland's mind, but he had no time to think too much. Even though Roland stabilized his body, the Archduke's attack had already arrived.

Without being countered, the sword blade struck with a manic hurricane, like it was wielding a huge club.

Roland subconsciously raised his sword blade to block the Archduke's attack, but then his sword blade was deflected to the side by the hurricane rotating in one direction.

After that, the Archduke took a firm step forward, and a manic hurricane swept through him. Finally, Roland was pushed back.

Although it was only pushed back by more than one meter and less than two meters, when Roland was still sliding backwards and had not regained control of his center of gravity, the Archduke's jumping chop had already arrived!

With the consciousness that seemed to split the heaven and the earth apart, the silver-gray hurricane that reached all over the sky condensed into a pillar and slammed down heavily!

However, Roland had no intention of avoiding it.

He has already realized

That's right. It's too much to think that you can easily defeat the Archduke who has not been transformed into ashes without using your true strength, just your real silver-level combat power in the ordinary sense, and your own combat experience.

Arrogant.

Roland is not a real genius. Even if he has experience fighting Dusk, it is in the game after all. Moreover, if you add up all his fighting experience in the game, it will not exceed ten years.

Think about those Swords of Glory who have advanced to the Throat of Champions and those Rogues who have obtained the Shadow Warrior profession, as well as those genuine weapon masters. Which one has not experienced more than ten years of experience when advancing to Silver?

The "activated armor" that silently attacks in front of Roland is a warrior who has lived on the battlefield all his life, an executioner, and a hero worshiped by others. He may have killed more people in his life than Roland has ever seen.

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So, what does Roland rely on to be so superior that he tries to defeat the opponent with the opponent's strengths and his own shortcomings? Is it because of his rank that is "just a silver level"?

Don't be ridiculous. Roland himself is a model of cross-level kills, so why can't others have this ability?

Almost all of Roland's power at the moment comes from his mentor, the system and his own foresight. It would be too much to show off his other "combat experience" or magical manipulation skills as advantages.

Now Roland had calmed down. After that, he couldn't help but start to thank the Grand Duke.

Without his coercion, Roland would not have realized that he was getting carried away.

He is a priest. He is the pope of the saints and the only spokesman for the dormant master.

His every move represents the mentor's face.

Afraid that you will become a monster or something, worried that this will alienate others from you, etc. Such a cowardly mentality should not have appeared in the first place.

He is the Pope, no longer an ordinary person. There is no need to act cautiously, but to act like thunder and fire.

All Roland has to do is to prevent the gods from discovering that the Saint has returned. Once they become vigilant and choose to hide their followers in the mountains, Roland will be in big trouble.

Only when the vast majority of people lose their faith in the gods will they be unable to resist the test of Orm's Wall and be exiled to the ground. Roland does not have the time to search them bit by bit. The most correct answer is when they realize

Let the situation start to fall apart before it goes wrong.

In other words, the only place where Roland is restrained is under the eyes of the gods. Karar, like the White Tower, is a place where the gods cannot see. Even if Roland makes his cornerstone element go berserk and transform into a death angel, he will not be able to do it.

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Because Roland is the Pope.

He is a monster who believes in God.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Roland's mind, and an increasingly violent fighting spirit surged from his chest.

The Grand Duke is a Boss, and Roland is also a Boss; the Grand Duke is a Silver Rank, and Roland is also a Silver Rank. So, since the Grand Duke has started to go berserk...

A trace of emerald green flashed across Roland's eyes, overwhelming the burning holy fire for a moment.

Looking at the huge sword wrapped in a hurricane that was about to chop him into pieces, Roland didn't even blink. He just stood there and shouted in an almost hysterical voice: "Your sins will be filled with oil and marked."

"Oh……"

Soft and lazy laughter came from behind Roland.

"That's it. That's what makes a good boy."

Accompanied by the joyful voice of the mentor whom he had not seen for a long time, a silver barrier rose quietly from the place where the Archduke's sword fell, completely absorbing the force of the sword. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http:

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