The pure white flames burned brightly in Roland's eyes.

As soon as the Sleeping Embrace on his body was roasted by the pure white flame, the color became transparent.

The dirt in it was burned away by the fire, and the transparent robes burned with pure white flames, like a gentle closing hand holding Roland up.

Behind the cloak of pure white flames was a wing of light that was fading little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye. The outermost end of the band of light burned at a rate of seven or eight inches per second, and scattered into the air like a fuse as silver stars.

Like the light wings behind him, the holy light on Roland's waist-length black hair had not completely dissipated. The silvery-white particles rendered Roland's long black hair as bright as silver, shining dazzlingly in the pure white flames.

He held aloft the sword forged by the flame, and his voice sounded like that of a child and a heroic girl: "Woe to this world! woe to the land and the sea! ”

With a thud, a large horizontal crack appeared on the long sword in his hand. As Roland flung to the right, the seven-meter-long sword, which was not at all humanly available, cracked and turned into a whip sword section by section.

At the same time, the flaming cross behind Roland melted.

It's like a melting candle, but much faster. The silent, towering tower-like cross collapsed suddenly, turning into white flames as thick as magma, and surging towards Roland.

However, the Elukado were still trapped by the thorns formed by the sacred fire and the nets with the blades, and there was no way to stop Roland from continuing to pray.

Unlike "Roland", who is completely irrational and acts only on the instinct of his body, Roland's battle is very organized. The idea is also clear enough.

It's not even a player-developed routine like the Winding Technique, it's the bare minimum of common sense that any Native Priest should know - at least keep the enemy at bay before amplifying it, right?

With the ruinsy silver flame behind him, which was more than ten times larger than Roland's body, collapsed. The light wings behind Roland seemed to feel something, and stretched back as hard as they could. He greeted the flame that was slowly rolling behind him.

At the same time as he came into contact with the huge flame block that was more than ten meters high, a blazing white light that was several times more dazzling than the sun rose filled the air.

Although the light only lasted for a moment, not even half a second, the thorns of the holy flame seemed to be real vines, and they began to grow wildly at the same time as they were illuminated by this pure holy light, and in an instant they were overwhelmed, and they were almost invisible.

In the world outside the wall of thorns built by the Holy Fire, Roland's prayer rang in their ears very clearly.

"I saw the people playing with the women in the wilderness, and stabbing the king in the back with their daggers. Then woe to this generation. ”

"And I saw the people fighting against each other with swords, and worshipping clay puppets with blood, and I knew that great calamity is in this generation."

The sound of metal grinding like a heavy blade dragging on the ground gradually sounded in Roland's prayer, and became louder and louder: "--My heart is grieved, and my back and abdomen are torn. ”

"I cried out to my mentor for justice, and tears and blood came out of my eyes."

As Roland prayed more and more, the surrounding flames gradually subsided.

At Roland's prayers, the height of the white flames, which were originally more than three meters high, dropped again and again. Finally, it was already lying on the ground, flowing like flowing water.

And the thorns that had bound Elukado gradually melted, and gradually flowed to the ground like water, burning quietly.

At this moment, Elukado was finally freed from the shackles of the flame. But it was as if he was weighed on by something intangible, and he couldn't help but move slowly and his limbs stiffened.

and left the flames that were dancing around them. The original pure white robe on Roland's body gradually became transparent, and the hem and boots had turned into nothingness. Now Roland's robe only covered his calves. The corners of the hem were also burning with pure white dotted flames, burning at a very slow rate.

He just stepped barefoot on the scorched earth. One step at a time.

The spiraling ribbon of light behind him had been completely enveloped in the flames. The wings of the flames fluttered, scattering scattered silver dots of light.

Silver-white flames rose up on the ground where Roland walked, burning quietly and persistently.

He wielded a sword of fire blazing, and flames burned quietly deep in his eyes like mercury.

This is the Chant of Innocence. A prayer for the eternal flame of the Pure Hell to appear in the world.

It was the place where the devil was executed. Devils who make great mistakes in Hell will be thrown into the Unsullied Hell and baptized by eternal fire.

Here, the flame is not very strong, and the devil will not be burned to ashes.

But that's not to say that these flames can't hurt them.

To be precise, the flame here is like a tidal wave - it will first corrode them like a strong acid, and then heal them.

You can't survive, you can't die.

That's what happened.

And after the sins of these sinners are atoned for, a scorching light will descend on the world, and the wicked people who are wailing in the sea of sacred fire will be completely purified and thrown into reincarnation.

And the filth chant is to continuously sanctify the surrounding places, and continuously suppress and weaken the evil creatures around them. When it was detected that their resistance to the Holy Force had weakened enough to be severely damaged by a single blow, a huge pillar of light would fall from the sky and wipe out the surrounding area.

In the game, this is a magic that is not very rare, but it is quite rare.

Its abilities are threefold: mutilating unclean creatures and reducing their magic resistance, constantly purifying their surroundings, and the final pillar of light.

If it can be chanted in its entirety, the power of the last pillar of light is enough to kill the undead of the same level and the underground race in an instant.

Of course, that last pillar of light would also hollow out all the divine grace in the priest's body. The higher the consumption, the more powerful it will be.

What Roland needs most is not the third ability, but the second.

He had needed to appease Elukado with the baptismal chant - but with the new, harmless and therefore safer innocent chant, Roland didn't want to wake Elukado up again and again with the rain of swords from the baptismal chant.

"If you have eyes, look, for your days are short—"

In Roland's chanting, a hymn of existence resounded in the sky.

A strong sense of tranquility arose in Elukado's heart.

Elukado's body was almost crisp, and he was in a daze, half-asleep, completely deprived of his outline.

Gradually, he was soothed by the unique magic of the Sleeping Mentor. Little by little, the twisted flesh on her body dissipated and retracted into her body, revealing the snow-white skin inside.

At the same time, a figure appeared in front of Roland without warning.

"Lackeys of the gods! What do you want—"

"When the trumpet of cleansing bloweth a great fire, it will come out of my mouth and burn your flesh dry—"

But Roland didn't hesitate.

Instead, he sped up his speech.

Huge wings of fire fluttered behind Roland, and Roland flicked his whip sword fiercely, and slashed at the strange wizard who had just appeared in the air! (To be continued.) )