Chapter 178: A Cold and Dead Land (Part II)

The enemy who rushed out of the sandstorm could not see his face clearly.

The heavy brown full-body armor covered his whole body, and his entire head was completely obscured by the horn helmet, so he couldn't even see his gender.

But looking at the nearly two-meter-tall body, and the rumbling sound of the chariot-like charge, it is doubtful that it is not a woman, even if the person inside is actually human.

The "man" held an exaggerated mace in his right hand, and in his left hand was a jet-black iron fist several laps larger than his helmet.

A punch to the body would have killed you – no one would have doubted that just by looking at the sharp spikes on the gloves.

"What did I think it was......"

Roland couldn't help but sneer: "Just a broken armor makes it so powerful." ”

That's right, it's just armor. If anything, it's armor stuffed with a large mass of minced meat.

No knight is more like a can of meat.

This is the oracle of the Lord of Violence, whose scientific name is the Skull Crusher.

To put it simply, it is an armor full of densely entangled bones and muscles.

There was no skin, no brain, not even blood, not to mention internal organs and facial features.

Its behavior pattern resembles that of a robot that has been recorded with hundreds of attack postures and can make the best strategy for the opponent's reaction. The difference is that it has far fewer weaknesses than robots.

Because it is full of muscles all over its body, iron is poured into the gaps between the armor and the armor, and there is no center or core inside. It is powered and entered into the mode of action by the divine power of the Lord of Violence.

The only weakness is that once it is out of the power of the Lord of Violence, the battle will only last for three minutes at most.

But on the other hand, as long as it is within the divine power of the Lord of Violence, the energy is equivalent to infinity.

This is why the Lord of Violence does not need the Templars to guard the Temple.

Those brainless lifeless fists, how can they have skull-crushers who automatically seek the enemy and automatically sneak attack, so they are easy to use-

In fact, the Skull Crushers were transformed by the most powerful lifeless fists in their lifetimes.

In terms of size. With an average height of between two and two meters and a weight of more than half a ton, these cranial clasters are highly deterrent in any direction.

Although they don't have any spell casting abilities, and unlike the emissaries of other gods who are able to cast magic on their own, their swift movements and more than twenty points of strength are enough to crush most enemies.

That's right, swift action-

This thing's agility is already over ten!

Roland couldn't even see the trajectory of its movements.

It was a vague little dot at first. But in the blink of an eye, you can already see the details of his body.

But Roland was not the least afraid.

- After all, it's not unreasonable for non-combat classes to have an average challenge difficulty of only the bronze level.

If Roland is just a pure melee class, then he also has to worry about how to break the defense.

And if there was a priest of the Lord of Violence behind the Skull Crusher, Roland would not dare to hold it up like this.

But when faced with a skullcrusher whose magical defense is far lower than that of a physical defense, Roland said that this thing was not much harder to hit than a stake......

Roland didn't even draw his sword.

The frenzied silver-white flame completely enveloped Roland.

Roland opened his arms to the skull-crusher and prayed in a loud voice: "She snows like wool every day, and spreads frost like ashesβ€”"

A frost-white aura of extreme cold emerged from Roland's side and smashed into the ground.

Layers of solid frost emerge from the ground. Further reinforcement of the ice around Roland.

Under Roland's control, there was no ice blade on the ice this time, but the ice surface was frozen smoother than a mirror.

The Skullcrusher probably wanted to smash the half-inch-thick ice directly - seeing Roland's move to build a position, not only did it not slow down, but it charged more violently -

The humanoid chariot, which weighed more than half a ton, ran over Roland, who opened his arms to it.

-- But the result was completely inconsistent with its judgment.

The ice on the ground is like hell, and it has a hardness that does not match common sense.

Fortunately, his agility is not low. After discovering that the ice surface was unexpectedly hard, it immediately took what was theoretically the most correct thing to do.

It swings its mace, trying to shift its center of gravity back. Slow yourself down as you glide on the ice.

This is to avoid losing your center of gravity and falling to the ground.

With its weight, once slipping on this incomparably smooth ice. Basically, I just can't stand up.

But Roland smiled mockingly.

If it continues to rush regardless of it, even if it falls, Roland will feel a lot of headaches.

With his speed, even if he slipped on the ice created by Roland's frost-covered prayer, he would smash into Roland like a bowling ball.

While Roland could theoretically have jumped up, dodged the attack, and slammed the stake - in practice he couldn't.

Because behind Roland are the three people who need his protection.

Two wizards with no magical powers, and one mourner with only formal ranks.

No doubt. They did not have anything against this heavy tank that had already begun to charge.

And because of the dizziness caused by the previous roar, the three of them can't even stand up now.

Even if the Skullcrusher slipped away, as long as he didn't slow down, Roland could only meet it head-on or turn around and throw the three of them aside.

Either one would be a huge problem for Roland.

But since you yourself want to slow down......

Then I'll help you out!

"Her chill came from death. No flesh is to be a man! ”

The air in front of Roland suddenly distorted.

The cold wind from the frost-covered hell howled out.

With a single breath, the body of the skull crusher was covered with a thin and hard frost trail.

It was also a divine wind, but under the impetus of Roland's powerful frost-covered prayers, the cold wind from the frost-covered hell easily blew out the sandstorm that had begun to slow down.

Under the violent cold wind, the sand grains of hundreds of meters around Roland were suddenly emptied.

The only bad thing is that the three people behind them are already pale from the cold.

Even if Roland deliberately controlled the wind not to blow on them, the cold air naturally emitted from the ground alone was enough to make the body stiff and slow down of those whose physique did not break ten.

Under the improvement of perception, the crack that Roland opened this time was no longer the size of a child's fist, but a huge crack the length of a girl's arm.

Even if Aum's law corrects these winds from the other world all the time, but because it is relatively wide this time, there is an outer layer of wind against the world's correction, plus the wind speed is extremely fast, and the distance between Roland and the Skull Crusher is only about ten meters, when the wind blows on the Skull Crusher, there is even a small wisp of cold wind from hell.

Roland maintains his maximum output all the time.

A priest on the bronze rank should have 90 plus the charism of perception multiplied by five.

And Roland's current output, if you describe it with data, is that it burns about 120 points of divine grace every second.

That's the power that can instantly hollow out a beginner priest at the silver level.

Under normal circumstances, only the priest who awakens the Origin and can quickly replenish the divine grace can perform the divine magic in such an unscrupulous way. Among the priests of the Awakening Origin, apart from Roland, only Claude, who opened the Divine Messenger, could do it.

Under the front of the winds from hell, the Skullcrusher only had time to lift his left hand, and the whole person was completely sealed in the ice shell.

These crusts thickened at a rate visible to the naked eye, and soon froze together with the ice on the ground.

After the whole body was completely sealed, the skullcrusher had completely lost the space to exert his power.

Roland didn't care if it was able to exert its strength at zero distance, or simply shatter the ice shells with the vibration of the muscles under the armor.

As soon as he was sure that the Skullcrusher was incapacitated, he immediately interrupted the Frost Prayer and sang the next prayer with all his might.

No, it's not a prayer, it's a chant.

After Roland raised the mourner's profession to the pinnacle of the bronze rank, the mentor only gave him a total of three magic spells.

One is Roland's suffocation spell that he was cast once in the Sick Village, and the other is an upgraded version of the Touch of Weariness, which is common to priests in the realm of death.

Both of these are big road goods, and there is nothing to say.

But, about to know what Roland was thinking. The third magic given by the Elder Sleep Master is the chant of decay that Roland wants most now.

"My flesh is clothed in worms and dust, and my skin is closed and cracked again!"

Chanting is far more powerful than prayer.

Although the frost prayer has been closed, the ice created under Roland's feet will not disappear immediately.

Even under Aum's laws, it would take a while for these soul-freezing frosts to slowly turn back into the ice of the material realm, and then slowly melt into water.

As soon as Roland's first chant was uttered, the ice beneath his feet was instantly blackened. (To be continued......)