Chapter 125: The Ash Lord
"Mr. Orlando...... I've been waiting for you for a long time. β
Beneath the man's shallowly scarred bald head was a huge scar that pierced his cheek, making his eagle-sharp gaze even more gloomy and brutal.
The black runes embroidered on the blood-red floor-length robe, as well as the nine-section whip that burned with dark red flames in his hand, made Roland shudder.
Exactly Marco!
β¦β¦ How could it be this madman?!
Roland felt like he was being shot while lying down.
Just got the transfer of mourners and got the status of voters, but Roland didn't even make up for the rank before he ran into Marco head-on.
Even with the same rank, Roland did not have the confidence to defeat Marco one-on-one - Mark's oppression of the clergy was terrible.
Fortunately, Roland's mourners are still a few levels away from reaching the official level, because they are too weak to even appear in Marco's divine perception.
If Marco had found out that Roland was a priest, Roland would not have survived for a second with his personality of hating the clergy.
If Marco's nine-section whip was completely hit, it would naturally be impossible for Roland's all-out attack to be blocked by a mere black iron rank - even if Roland had double life as an elite template, he would only be a black iron rank.
And if Roland subconsciously blocks it, it will be even more interesting.
With Roland's perception that he is less than twenty now, if the identification with three times the difficulty has not exploded in an instant, Roland can really touch the lottery ticket.
Roland looked at Marco who was walking towards him with a nine-section whip, his face was full of calm, but his heart was secretly bitter.
Seriously, even if you run into the Wind Whisperer. Roland didn't want to see Mark.
This blasphemous man, who was deceived by the gods, would become Roland's natural enemy for quite some time.
Until Roland's rank surpassed him. Only then can there be at least the possibility of defeating him. Until then, Roland had no chance of defeating him in front of him. Even escaping hangs in the air.
Ember Nova is big enough for him to ignore attacks at close range, and Ember Blast allows him to attack enemies that are too agile; The Divine Perception completely invalidates Roland's sneak attack on him, and although the human will in his body is not yet complete, it can still reduce the damage caused by the Divine Magic.
And the heartbroken hand of Roland's deadliest Marco - whether he blocks it or not, as long as Roland is hit once, he will die instantly.
Perhaps Roland could have avoided this instant death effect by mercurying his entrails after he became a death crow, but now with his physical body, Roland and Marco didn't even have time to sing a harmless prayer against each other.
β¦β¦ Battle Chant and High-Speed Chant - the plan to acquire these two traits must be put on the agenda.
Roland secretly made up his mind in his heart.
He gently shook An Ruosi behind him and motioned for him not to talk nonsense.
Then Roland replied, "It's me." β
"What's the matter?" There was just the right amount of doubt in his voice, "This ...... Druid? Or a priest? β
"I'm Marco."
Mark glanced deeply at Roland: "Also, Mr. Orlando, I'm not a priest. β
"Well, Lord Markβ"
Roland shrugged his shoulders: "So, you don't hesitate to burn this place to ruins to find me, what is the matter?" β
"Don't get me wrong, Lord Orlando. My destruction of this sinful place has nothing to do with you. β
Mark's voice was dull and rhythmic. He did not shy away from saying, "The master here treats humans as food, and this behavior completely ignores the will of humans. It is a debasement of the glory of humanity. β
"Since they no longer treat people as human beings, I don't need to treat them as human beings."
"Murderers will be killed, just as those who burn others at the stake will will be burned to ashes sooner or later. Even if I don't make a move. Sooner or later, someone will kill them. β
"In that case, it would be better for me to kill them sooner, so that more people will not be persecuted."
"Your Excellency Orlando. I'm sure you can understand me," the man who seemed to have a dull sense was unexpectedly talkative. "Judging by what you have done in the City of Wealth, you are the one who understands the true meaning of ashes."
β¦β¦ What does it mean?
Is this to pull yourself in?
The more Roland listened, the more confused he became.
For Marco was unexpectedly able to say this. Roland wasn't surprised.
After all, he is a man who can build a ring of ashes, and to say that he has no organizational skills, Roland does not believe it.
But Roland must not join the Ring of Ashes - not because he was afraid that if he was in contact with Marco for a long time, his fact that he was a believer would be exposed - but because Roland happened to know more things than Marco.
Roland had already reflected on the Tree of Suffering, and Marco was not wrong at all in naming himself this time.
He was really deceived again.
The Ash Men are not fighting for the will of humanity as they think they are.
Higgs had his eye on them a long time ago, and by the time these Ash Men had become Silver, their souls had already been dyed with the color of dusk.
These fighters who fight for the freedom and will of humanity are powered by the Twilight Species who most want to destroy humanity. Under the subtle influence, their way of doing things and thinking circuits have gradually drifted towards dusk.
But no one, including Mark, realized that he had been deceived.
Yes, they are fighting for humanity, and everything they do is based on the cost of the ultimate end - once they have such thoughts, then they simply cannot introspect.
Because at the very beginning, they have already made excuses for themselves to deal with all the mistakes.
So Roland flatly refused: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Marco...... The White Tower is a permanently neutral force, and our mentors will not allow us to join any other organization. β
For a moment, Marco also fell silent.
Beneath his feet, dark red flames churned, and magma wriggled forward; And the frost-white earth under Roland's feet was covered with ice blades, and the polar north wind kept surging from behind him, making his robes hunt.
The field spreading under the feet of the two finally collided, but it did not cause an explosion, but quietly eliminated each other.
Roland noticed this keenly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
β¦β¦ Is the priority of Marco's Ash Realm already about the same as the projection of hell?
Other words...... He's already slain the demon and become the Ash Lord?!
How could it be so fast! Isn't there still a year and a half......
It's only been a few days since I saw the origin...... If you do this again, I'll call the police!
Roland almost wanted to curse.
"Lord Orlando, I don't force you to join us now."
Suddenly, Marco spoke, "But I want you to blow up the alchemy used in the City of Fortune. The source of the bomb tells us. β
"This one does."
Roland replied cheerfully.
"This kind of fried. The bullet called the light of the flowing fire, which was made by Su Ze's 'professor'. Now that the professor is in Carral, I guess it should be not far from the city of wealth. β
Roland sold the professor without hesitation.
With Marco's character, if Roland continues to refuse, it is very likely that Marco will turn his face directly.
If the people here were burned to death by the light of the fire poured out by Roland in the City of Wealth because of the underground waterways, Roland would have gained experience here.
In other words, the light of the fire here should have been collected by Mark himself.
After Roland deceived Marco at the beginning, even if he reacted, he would at least go to Base 19 to have a look. Base 19 was on the edge of the City of Fortune, in other words, it was very likely that he had witnessed the whole process of the City of Fortune falling into a sea of fire from afar.
And since he can collect these flowing fire lights that have turned golden, it means that he is bound to obtain this power, and Roland is not interested in hiding it from him.
Anyway, even if he came to the door, the headache would be the professor, not Roland.
"That's ......"
There was still no expression on Marco's face.
This stone statue of scorn and cruelty has melted these two feelings into the cracks of the bones, and even if it is burned to ashes, it can be seen in a rebellious color.
He walked straight towards the door, and Roland pulled An Ruosi behind him to take a few steps back.
Just as Mark and Roland passed by, Roland suddenly heard Marco ask himself in a contrived tone of sudden realization: "I forgot to ask just now, where did you get that cane on your waist?" β
β¦β¦ Oops!
Roland's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
So he's waiting here! (To be continued......)