Name: Roland Kolas

Race: Tieflin (64th Lust blood)

Origin: Holy Light Empire - Far Eastern Province penal colony

Age: 17

Height: 6'4" (about 193cm)

Attributes: Constitution 18, Strength 18, Agility 14, Intelligence 14, Perception 18, Charisma 18

Class: Paladin Lv1

Faith: Sindra, the goddess of fate

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Rubbing his chin lightly with his fingers, Roland stared at the system panel that only he could see, and muttered to himself: "The six attributes have a total of 100 points, and the distribution scheme is the same as the Holy Samurai I created before I crossed over, that's right, the height is one meter ninety-three, the charm is 18, and the matriarchal side has a thin desire demon bloodline...... It's good, you don't have to look in the mirror to know that you are handsome. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

It's a pity that now is not the time for stinky beauty, the shouting and killing outside the door are rising again, and the terrifying roar is getting closer and closer, Roland's heart is cold, guessing that most of the north gate has been broken by orcs.

Perhaps it was the appearance of the system that gave him three points of courage, and his nervousness calmed down a little, he shook the hilt of his sword and ran against the flow of people fleeing on the street towards the north gate.

A short time before reaching the gate, Roland saw from a distance a group of warriors in black armor wielding swords and fighting the greenskins who broke through the door, it was the "Black Guards", a militia organization in the penal colony trained by Rudolph Kolas. The black guards were all brave and fierce, their strength was strong, blood splattered in the flash of the sword, and the screams came and went, and the orcs were defeated one after another.

Seeing that his side had the upper hand, Roland felt a lot more at ease.

"Although I'm still a level 1 rookie, after all, I have armor to protect myself, and it shouldn't be risky to follow the black guard to pick up the missing sword." Thinking like this, he stepped closer to the black guard, and with a wave of his hand, a faint silver light swayed out, enveloping the battlefield near the city gate.

This is a spell-like ability "Detect Evil", and the camp of good and evil is clear at a glance under the shroud of holy light. As a paladin, Roland can use it to detect evil at will from level 1 onwards, a knee-jerk action that is in line with his professional habits.

However, this unintentional move made him gasp, and his steps suddenly nailed to the spot.

Under the light of the spell, those blackguards who were regarded by Roland as "his own people" all emitted a dazzling red light, exactly the same as those murderous orcs, which showed that both orcs and blackguards also belonged to the evil camp.

After a long pause, Roland suddenly remembered that his father, Rudolph Kolas, was a "fallen paladin" who betrayed the faith of the Holy Light and married a demon woman, and after being exiled to the Far East by the Holy See, he did not try to atone for his sins, but simply became a "dark guard".

According to the judgment of the Holy Light Church, "these people have original sin, and they carry the mark of evil from birth", and after being promoted to "Dark Guardian", they naturally belong to the camp of order and evil, and they are mortal enemies with him, a holy warrior.

At this thought, Roland couldn't help but take two steps back.

Just as the paladin can detect evil, the black guard can also "detect good" at will, in case someone sees through the camp, he is a rookie paladin facing a group of dark guards, and the consequences can be imagined.

Although reality is not a game, and the camp is not so strict on people's minds, how can he explain to the group of blackguards: Your commander's son, Master Roland Koras, was a trainee blackguard yesterday, and today he has become a paladin?

"Forget it, let's stay away from those black brothers."

Roland scratched his head, turned around with his long sword, and walked away not long before he saw a crowd of people at the corner of the street in front of him, men, women and children running wildly for their lives.

The screams of the human beings were mixed with the cruel laughter of the orcs, and a green-skinned humanoid monster holding a long-handled battle axe appeared in Roland's field of vision, with several broken arrows inserted into his body, and the cluster of arrows bit into the muscles, and the wound was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to care about the pain at all, and chased after the crowd with a huge axe, and sometimes let out a roar full of intimidation, which frightened the women and children to scream, but he laughed wildly, and obtained perverted satisfaction from this game of "cat and mouse".

Roland ran two steps against the crowd, and saw that the orc was more than two meters tall, the body was thicker than ordinary orcs, the nostrils were spewing rough air, the two fangs were exposed on the outside of the thick lips, and the ugly face like a wild boar glowed red with excitement, wielding a tomahawk to catch up with the refugees and slash and slash, and the stumps flew and blood splashed wildly everywhere he passed, and the originally prosperous streets had now become Shura fields.

Perhaps after crossing into the "Holy Warrior", his personality was affected by his profession, and after witnessing the slaughter of his fellow human beings, Roland's heart immediately burst into anger, and he forgot his fear for a while, drew his sword and rushed forward.

"Green-skinned brute, die!"

Roland slashed with all his strength with his sword in both hands, and the steel longsword slashed at the orc's back with a bleak arc of light, his anger and good fortune bestowed great damage on the sword, splitting the orc's lack of armor to protect the back with a deep scar that could reach the bone, and the blood was dripping with flesh and rolling, which was shocking.

Such a wound was fatal enough to put on ordinary people, but the strong orc did not fall, he let out an angry muffled snort from his nostrils, a pair of thick arms suddenly swelled on the muscles, and suddenly turned a giant axe to sweep, the blood-stained axe blade slashed through the air in an arc-shaped cold light, and the sound of breaking the wind was terrifying.

Replaced by the otaku Roland before the crossing, he was absolutely powerless to dodge in the face of the fierce axe of the orc, and it was inevitable to be beheaded, but the strength of this body after the crossing was not inferior to that of the orcs, and because of the perennial swordsmanship training, the basic tricks have formed a conditioned reflex, and there is no need to think at all, follow the muscle memory and calmly shrink and bow down, and avoid the tomahawk sweep with the thrilling battle instinct.

"Huh?!"

The orc didn't expect the inevitable blow to miss, and for a moment, instinctively retreated, trying to get out of Roland's threatening range and take a hard look at the young opponent.

At the same time, a glint flashed in the deep eyes of the young man opposite, and he quickly stepped forward to find a flaw in the orc, pouring the steel long sword with force, and taking the opportunity to cut the orc's throat horizontally.

Blood splattered in the flash of the sword, a beautiful opportunity to attack!

If he made such a perfect counterattack in the game, Roland had to give himself a thumbs up, and before the crossing, he didn't dare to imagine that all this could be played out in reality!

A murky scream of grief accompanied by blood poured out from the depths of the orc's throat, and the burly body suddenly froze there, and the battle axe held high above the top slowly slipped from its palm.

The tomahawk landed with a "thud", and the orc's trembling hands covered his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out from between his fingers, and finally let out a wail full of unwillingness, and fell to the ground on his back.

"Whew......" Roland's palm clenched the long sword trembled slightly, until the orc fell down and let out a long breath of turbidity.

The adrenaline made him shiver with excitement, and all the thoughts of gain and loss before the war were gone, but now he had no fear, no hesitation, some joy, and a sense of pride in his strong, toned, energetic body.

With his own strength, he slashed the orcs with two swords. As a weak scumbag otaku from the twenty-first century, he has never experienced such self-confidence in the past days when his combat strength was only 5, I have to say...... It's a great feeling!

Turning his gaze and seeing that the orc was still struggling in a pool of blood, Roland swung his long sword without thinking and cut off his head with a bang.

It's not venting, it's not showing off. He knew that the vitality of orcs was extremely strong, and he would not give up fighting back as long as he still had a breath.

Smack, smack, smack!

There was a sudden applause behind him, and Roland looked back to see a man wearing a pitch-black breastplate and a large sword on his back.

This person is about thirty years old, and his tall figure and handsome facial features are six or seven points similar to Roland, but he has a little more calm and free temperament. Behind this beautiful man, four heroic young men who were also dressed as black guards stood with their swords on their swords, their expressions solemn, clearly the former's guards, and one of them was Ivan who had sent a letter to Roland not long ago.

Roland and the black-armored man looked at each other, first stunned for a moment, then reluctantly squeezed out a smile, stepped forward to salute, and shouted "Father" stubbornly.

Rudolf Kolas smiled and waved his hand, and said to him with satisfaction: "That sword is very good just now, I have warned you more than once, my dear son, your greatest weakness is that you are too soft-hearted, and you can't wait to put your sword into the sheath after the enemy has fallen to the ground, that is not called grace, but stupidity, today's test of blood and fire is very good for you, and you will be able to abandon your weaknesses and become a qualified black guard after such a scene." ”

Roland's brain was racing fast, trying his best to recall the words, deeds and demeanor of the original owner of this body when facing his father, and shrugged his shoulders with a pretended lightheartedness: "I thought I was qualified to be promoted to the Black Guard now." ”

That's right, the original Roland Khoras was a somewhat impetuous teenager who always felt that he was good enough, and desperately wanted his father's approval to become an official black guard.

Varess is a world that was born out of a game, but is not exactly the same as a game.

In this world, except for Roland, who is a traverser, the aborigines do not have a "system", and improving their strength depends on years of study and training.

Rudolph is the mentor of all the Dark Guards in the Penal Colony, and no other senior Dark Guard is allowed to apprentice privately without his permission, even for his own sons.

The original owner of Roland's body has repeatedly asked his father to make an exception for him, but Rudolph always shakes his head and refuses, saying that he is still too young and needs more polishing, and refuses to give the Black Guard inheritance lightly.

Now that Roland occupies this body, his thoughts are very different from those of the original owner.

He already has a Paladin profession, and his desire to transfer to the Black Guard is not as strong as before, and the gesture he made just now is just to imitate the original Roland, so as not to arouse Rudolph's suspicion.

However, to his surprise, Rudolph smiled uncharacteristically, "I have rejected you many times, but now, when you single out an orc 'berserker' and successfully kill it, it would be too pedantic for me to refuse you." ”

(Author's note: The DND3 version of the Black Guard is an advanced class, and for the sake of the plot, the Black Guard in this book is a core class, which can better correspond to the positioning of "Anti-Holy Warrior".) For example, closer to the Dark Guardian that appeared in Baldur's Gate Enhanced Edition, readers who have played the game will probably be impressed by the orc Dark Guardian Dorniikhan. I'll take the time to put the Syndra Blackguard's career card in relation to the work, which is kind of providing a room rule. ）