Roland patted Kylemora on the shoulder and walked past him.

As he circled behind Kyrmorra, Kyrmora couldn't help but squint slightly.

I don't know when, the morning sun has already popped out of the ground, exuding a much warmer light than before.

Roland had just stood in front of him, but it was as if he had blocked the light of the whole world. His black robes were like the wings of a giant dragon, obscuring the sky and the earth, casting heavy shadows down.

However, it is a reassuring shadow.

Suddenly, Kylemora was slightly stunned.

He suddenly saw that behind Roland, the black crows that had been used as messengers to pave the entire square were quietly parked there, staring straight at him.

Kyle Mora's heart trembled slightly.

He felt as if he was being targeted by something terrible. The ravens gave him a good-natured look, their silver-gray pupils as deep as mercury, shining repeatedly.

For a moment, he even thought it was a human look. But then he almost laughed out loud himself.

How can it be? How can a man become a crow?

The magic that people talk about turning into animals is actually just a special stance that has been passed down among some druids who are proficient in martial arts. It was just an old legend from the mouth of Doyd.

In fact, even Doyd himself has no ability to turn into an animal, let alone a druid.

On the other hand, if it becomes a plant, there is still a slight possibility. After all, the power of the druids comes from the earth, from the walls of Gaia, and even more from Higgs.

Higgs used to be the guardian of plants. Even His former posture was that of a giant emerald tree that supported the heavens and the earth, and looked like a mushroom. But after He was polluted, He became the destroyer of life, the burner of all things.

The serpent symbolizes the calamity of the earth and is one of the powers of Higgs. After He was polluted, the power of abundance, fertility, and bearing was automatically withdrawn by the Wall of Aum, and only the calamity to the earth was left by him.

Even though He is still blocked from entering this world by the Gaia Wall of His own making, He can still wield this power to let the earth wither, and thousands of vipers burning with the fire of dusk will emerge from the cracks of the earth, devouring all life, and making the world burn.

— but He didn't. He didn't even do that when He was being defeated.

If there is one reason why Higgs is obsessed with the unpalatable and oily world of Faennes, it is probably that he really can't let go of the earth he created himself, which he once measured step by step with joy.

Before his will is swallowed up by the endless twilight and becomes a part of it, his last wish is probably to die in the earth he has created.

The snake in its eye looks like a seed. Its body happens to be as large as the entire astral plane.

If he could wipe out all life, he would be able to thrust his essence into the astral plane, draw the power of the entire world, and regenerate his own new life from the earth.

That's right—the snake in the eye is just an embryo that hasn't yet been formed.

Only those who once held supreme authority have the possibility of becoming a dusk seed. After all, Twilight is a higher being than Orm, the ultimate predator who unites the will and power of all the rulers of the thousands of worlds with the chaos of the endless world, and accommodates it as a common reserve.

The wisdom and strength of all the good will be swallowed up and digested by the twilight, as will the resources and history.

In fact, there's no point in killing all the twilight at the same time. Killed instances of the Twilight Species only increase the power of the other Twilight Species, and they can even borrow power and life from each other.

If the sum of the worlds is considered infinite, then the power of the twilight is undoubtedly infinite.

It's just a single world, and there is no chance of winning in the face of dusk. It's like an ant threatening to destroy the earth, and it's an event that doesn't have a possibility.

Even Orm, the true god of Faenns, is only the last survivor of the last civilization in this world to be destroyed. The mission of Faennes is to preserve the fire of this world, and then jump with the entire shelter to the next world that is not polluted by dusk.

As long as the Faennes really mastered this technique, then even if Dusk strikes again, they can continue to jump to the next world. If the sum of the worlds was truly infinite, sooner or later Faens would find the possibility of destroying Twilight.

That's not a dream.

As long as there is an absolute, eternally revered belief by all, the will of mankind will not waver. Even if there are countless attempts, as long as the faith does not collapse, the spirit of the Faense people will never be destroyed-

After Roland walked behind Kelmora, he turned his back to Kelmora and shouted to the countless believers kneeling in the street: "Listen! ”

With Roland's loud shout, a thunderous rumbling sound rolled in the air.

"Listen to my commandments, for I will speak the most beautiful things. I open my mouth to speak of righteousness—"

As if to meet Roland's prayers, countless black crows behind him spoke at the same time, chirping loudly.

At the same time, it happened that the others in the Holy City shouted together: "Praise Roland!" ”

"Exactly! Precisely! Praise yourselves. ”

Roland laughed and shouted.

The bursting hurricane flowed from under his robes, whistling and flapping, leaving Kylemora staggering and unsteady.

He had just looked up, only to find the dead crows staring at him. The cold, silvery-gray pupils made him feel a silent condemnation.

An embarrassment not felt in about decades filled his mind.

It's like straying into someone else's stage, and the embarrassment that everyone is staring at him, but he is not the protagonist, makes his back hairy.

But his mind did not grow as young as he looked. Kylemora tentatively retreated from Roland's side as if nothing had happened.

He found that fifty meters away from Roland, the crows' gaze on him withdrew at the same time, and turned to Roland

Suddenly, a grotesque mood of misplaced pervasiveness filled Kylemora's heart. He wanted to, but he couldn't laugh.

…… Could it be that these strange birds are really smart?

But at this moment, Kylemora suddenly felt the tip of his tongue tingle, and his heart beat suddenly.

As if sensing some great presence focusing her gaze, Kermora felt as if her will was slowly being pulled away, and something indescribable in her brain was boiling.

As if standing in the clouds, the brain was constantly reminded of the intense feeling of floating that Kylemora had just felt, a strange hallucination of drunkenness.

Kyle Mora's strange premonition grew stronger.

It seems that he can witness some kind of miracle again.

"Praise Roland—"

Impelled by a certain impulse stirring in his mind, Kyrmora did not hesitate to open his mouth and exclaim with great reverence: "I praise Roland three times as much in my body, spirit, and soul!" ”

With Kermora's praise, a flame of fire grew stronger and stronger from the shadows beneath Roland's feet.

It was a divine grace condensed into a liquid. It was a huge amount of divine grace that Roland had just received when he was worshiped by people all over the world.

Roland's shadow simply couldn't store so many divine graces, and it was the limit of what he could endure until now to let them pour out.

Although the charisma itself is an extremely mixed energy, these charisms have been washed by the blood of Aum once, and at this time they have become extremely clean, and their thoughts have been completely cleansed.

It is the crystallization of the so-called human will, which has been longed for by alchemists for thousands of years, and if swallowed in its entirety, even mortals can become gods in an instant.

And in fact, that's exactly what Roland did-

A scorching silver-white flame swirled at Roland's feet, whipping up a wild storm.

The hurricane surging from below filled Roland's jet-black matte robe with the wind in an instant, and immediately propped it up like an open umbrella, and the hunt sounded!

A rich flame spilled out of Roland's pupils, transforming into an even more scorching light.

"I will give you a great miracle! I will forgive you your sins and transgressions, and give you abundant mercy until the seventh! ”

Behind every prayer Roland uttered, the people shouted for joy.

"Praise yourselves! I will make the land fertile and spit out grain and fruits and vegetables tenfold. ”

"I will let the earth spit out gems, let the rocks give birth to gold, and let the bottom of the river flow silver."

"By my eternal life, I will fill this land with glory from now on—"

"Praise Roland! Praise Roland! Praise Roland! ”

The people cheered and screamed feverishly, kissing the warm ground that had just been watered by the light and rain, as reverently kissing Roland's boots.

Roland's gaze was indifferent and resolute, looking at the old icon of Tyre not far away, he slowly stretched out his right hand and pressed it forward-

The earth seemed to have been blessed by Roland, and flowed, churning and separating to both sides, revealing the brilliant silver within.

That's liquid silver, singing silver.

As they flowed, vague chants flowed in the sky.

At the sound of Roland's prayers, they flowed slowly, clinging to the icon of Tyre, covering it layer by layer.

The silver seemed to be scorching—as they climbed up, the icon of Tyre melted as well, flowing into the balls that formed it, and infinite divine grace poured out of Roland's body into a warm but unblinding flame that rippled into the icon.

"I bless the earth—crown my name on the throne and engrave my glory on the earth. Believe in my glory. ”

"I am, the king of the earth!"

Roland's voice flowed along the clouds and wind, all the way to Bansa's royal capital.

Suddenly, Bansa was boiling.

They could hear it, and it was the sound of heaven before!

Even at the Queen's feet, fanatical believers chanted Roland's name.

"Praise Roland! Praise Roland! Praise Roland! ”

At this time, the corners of the young Bansa Queen's mouth twitched slightly, sighed deeply, and weakly tilted the weight of her body backwards, slumped in her throne.

She's already aware. There was no hope that her throne would be preserved, and she could only hope that Roland would give her the position of Grand Duke.

These fanatical people have gone crazy. They simply can't stop it.

In other words, the world can't stop Roland at all.

Just hearing the sound will worship him wildly, Roland is enough to be the mentor of all evil gods.

Now, her kingdom has been torn apart by Roland. The contagion of this miracle around us is too strong.

If everyone but himself drank the spring of madness - then who is the madman?

Maybe it was her, maybe it will be her in the future.

"Praises, Roland...... Is it? ”

The queen sighed again and muttered, giving up the resistance of the heart.

So, in her eyes, the reflection of the silver-gray flame gradually lit up.

And Roland's voice was still rolling in the air.

To this, he shouted-

"Exactly! Precisely! ”

"Cry out! I can hear your cries! I hear your prayers! Pray to me and cry out to me - for I am with you! ”

In Roland's high-pitched prayer, the crows behind him flapped their wings and flew around Roland's circle, dark shadows enveloped Roland, and the black crystal-like feathers wrapped around the holy fire slowly fell.

Roland shouted, "I swear by my eternal life that I will perform seven miracles in three days—"

"One is a miracle of resurrection;"

"The second is a miracle of rejuvenation;"

"The third is a miracle of killing gods;"

"The fourth is a miracle of the newborn;"

"The fifth is a miracle of gift;"

"The sixth is a miracle of equality;"

"Finally, a miracle of eternal life."

"Praise yourselves. Sing it! Praise my name, and praise me three times in flesh, spirit, and soul, for I am Roland three times great—and so I say so, and so will I be throughout the ages! ”

If you agree with this righteousness, pray. Rejoice! ”

"Because I'm here to declare—"

Roland's voice froze slightly.

The next moment, something as dim yellow as dust gathered behind him, roaring to form a huge human form thousands of meters high and reaching into the sky.

The somewhat abstract figure looked somewhat like an ascetic with his mouth sewn up. His hands were tied with ropes around his chest in prayer, and his long, dusty hair danced in all directions.

It was as if the world was being created, and the brilliant light burst out from the huge figure and pierced into the sky, like a giant projecting a silver-white light spear, piercing the dome fiercely!

And this concludes Roland's prayer: "The age of God is over!" You are coming from generation to generation! ”

"You're free! Your souls are free! Your faith, your life is free! ”

"I liberate your freedom! Until the sea dries up, the sky cracks, and the oasis turns into a desert, until the last twilight falls, and the sun never rises—"

"—In this generation, all beings are equal!" (To be continued.) )