With Roland's prayer, the silvery-white light seeping from the ground shattered.

The white light suddenly exploded, and the shards jumped upwards from the ground, floating at different heights beside Roland.

Then, the irregular white light like ice flakes made a crisp sound, shattering one by one, turning into star-like shining points of light.

Roland's prayer only ended.

He groaned a little and began a new prayer.

The prayer grew louder and louder, until at last it rumbled almost like thunder.

"Blessed are those caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who were burned at the stake by fools! ”

"For the Guru will preserve you as gold in the fire—"

Robert was surprised and looked back.

I saw silver-gray traces burning on the ground like cobwebs, trembling slightly rhythmically like breathing evil creatures.

“――”

Robert tried to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything.

It's not just your own words.

Even the roaring of the wind, the creak of the ground cracking—even the whistling of the sandstorm that almost crushed the sky.

The whole world presented a complete silence.

Even the beating of the heart in the chest cavity is completely inaudible.

The only thing that echoed in this silent world was Roland's low, cold prayer.

"I've seen my mentor build an ice storehouse, a snow room, and a hail storehouse."

"There the waters are as hard as stones, and the twilight is frozen in the evening."

Robert looked at Roland who was entangled by millions of light spots in a daze, and his long mouth and outstretched hand were fixed in the air.

Clusters of light from the holy white floated around Roland like the softest cotton wool.

His slender ten fingers were crossed and placed on his chest. His expression was serene and solemn, and his prayers were pious without boasting.

The blazing silver-white flame burned like flowing silver at the bottom of Roland's pupils. The light of holiness overflowed from his eyes like flowing water.

The soft light illuminated Roland from all directions, and even the shadows disappeared with it.

Roland's skin is almost transparent in the light of the light.

Roland's long, black, back-length hair fluttered in the silent world, and the black robe with a cobweb-like texture also stirred, and the hunting sound revealed Roland's hands and slender white wrists.

The pure black clothes are like shadows, and they seem to be dancing tentacles. Tie Roland to it.

At this moment, from afar, it is like a shining Holy Spirit bound in a pure black prison.

Looking over from Robert, the fiery sunset was reflected right behind Roland.

The sunset is like blood.

It's as holy as silver--

It was in that moment that Robert understood what it meant to be sacred and what it meant to be believed.

For a moment, Robert even forgot about the sandstorm that swept behind him.

Rather, he subconsciously felt that "Herland" would definitely be able to solve this problem.

And that's exactly what happened.

"She snows like wool day by day, and sprinkles frost like ashes—"

In the silence of the world, only Roland's prayers echoed in the sky.

The silver-gray lines like quivering cobwebs were like cracks leading to hell, and cold winds poured out of them. Robert couldn't help but shudder.

Roland untied the hands clasped in front of his chest, stretched out his right hand and pressed it forward.

The last prayer was sung.

"--Her cold comes from death, and how can a flesh resist it?"

Suddenly, the wind howled.

White frost marks spread from Roland's feet.

The ground rattled, and patches of transparent ice as sharp as knives rose from the ground.

Roland stood sideways, and a storm rose behind him, blowing a sharp ice blade more than a meter high on the ground, enveloping it in the eye of the wind. Boom forward!

There is no sound in the silent hell in which the silent prayer manifests.

It's not just pure sound.

Even unformed sorcery and magic can collapse in an instant. Only the spells that have been formed and the voices that sing the praises of eternal sleep can exist in it.

And Roland didn't just cast two magic spells in a row.

Take control of the field with a silent prayer first, followed by a second prayer. This is exactly the regular outburst routine of mourners.

And the Silent Prayer is superimposed on the Frost Cover Prayer, which is the most powerful of them.

For example, if the Silent Prayer is followed by the Frost Covered Prayer, if you add the Decay Chant, the effect is basically the same as that of the "Underworld", but the scope is slightly smaller. And it can't be moved.

You must know that the underworld is a high-level divine art that can only be possessed by mourners who have awakened the origin, and its power is enough to freeze voices, freeze souls, freeze thoughts, and lead everything to a cold dead silence.

Although Roland's side lacks a decisive chant of decay, fortunately, the prototype has appeared-

That's when it happened. A sandstorm wrapped in divine power finally swept in.

The shimmering sandstorm had just entered the realm of silence when it lost its shining gold coin-like brilliance. But even if the divinity is deprived, the sand waves that have been accelerated to the limit are still rolling towards Roland and the others.

Just with that weight and that speed, it was enough to smash Roland and the others into a blur!

"So I shouted, blessed are those who are caught in the fire!"

As Roland prayed aloud, the ice storm that swirled and danced behind him seemed to come to life, and flew forward like a rushing hound, facing the sandstorm!

The sand storm and the frost-white blizzard finally collided.

It feels like you're using two high-speed spinning chainsaws.

At the first moment, the icy wind and the hot wind carried by the sand waves were mixed with the attack on Roland and the others.

The chill that can freeze even the airways and the scorched smell of a charred house combine to roll up a violent hurricane, but there is no sound.

That's because the place of the collision was within Roland's realm of silence.

"Therefore I cried out, blessed are the prophets who were burned at the stake by fools!"

A frost-white blade of ice that was blown away by the sandstorm slashed in front of Roland's eyes, and Roland's cheeks suddenly oozed a trace of blood.

But Roland did not advance but retreated.

Because the number of sandstorms is simply endless.

Even if Roland blocks the sandstorm on this side, he can't block the sandstorm on the left and right, let alone the sandstorm behind.

He knew it in his heart.

You must not be passively defensive.

It's a must-hit head-on!

So Roland stared directly at the ice blade that had sliced through his cheek, facing the golden scourge that was raging in front of him and had destroyed all the houses in his path, and with an exaggerated smile that was not afraid of it, he took a heavy step forward!

"I praise the Lord!"

"Praise the long sleep!"

"Praise the Mentor!"

Roland roared and took three steps in a row, his eyes burning with pale fanaticism.

The silver-white flame poured out of his eyes, and Roland's whole body burst into flames.

The flame shines brightly.

The light shrouded Roland entirely.

The wound on Roland's face that had just been cut had healed at this moment. The blades of ice and sand that had crumbled in the collision burst open as they only hit Roland, and were burned to ashes by the flames.

That's a charisma that feels like substance.

How much of Roland's charisma is there?

If you have to describe it, there is only one answer-

That's endless!

"Praise the Mentor!"

Roland shouted loudly, and for the first time the flame burned so fiercely on him, reflecting Roland's figure like a saint burned at the stake.

The flames, far beyond Roland's physical capacity, had torn his body apart.

But these countless tiny wounds had already been healed by the Holy Fire at the same time they appeared.

"Praise the Long Sleep—"

Roland's voice was like thunder, rumbling loudly.

Finally, he took another step forward and crashed into the blizzard.

Suddenly, the blizzard exploded silently, spreading out in all directions, crashing into the golden sandstorm that was attacking An Ruosi and the three of them from the side.

The speed of these sandstorms, which had just been washed of divinity, was close to the speed of sound.

The wind alone is enough to destroy the forest. If you are covered in sand, you can even destroy a building in an instant.

And Roland stared at the most powerful sandstorm like this, but he didn't shy away from it.

His eyes burned with pale fanaticism, and he praised his mentor loudly, opening his arms - (to be continued......