Marco roared and roared like a demon.

The skin on his body cracked, revealing the scorching lava within.

With the sound of Marco's bellows-like heavy breathing, a suffocating scorching breath poured out of Marco's body.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly boiled, melting into a viscous liquid as bright as golden iron juice that spread in all directions.

It was a furnace-like scorching, a shocking force of destruction that could tear flesh apart and burn it out. As long as you are in it, even the mere breath will suffocate the internal organs, and just opening the eyes will burn the eyeballs to charcoal.

As Mark said, it was a fire that cleansed the world.

It was a sacred flame that could consume all the impurities of the world.

The surrounding Ash Men who had turned into monsters wailed and retreated, trying to get away from Mark.

Smoke erupted from their bodies, their skin quickly dried up, and circles of scars appeared on the edges of the crystals.

As if pressed against their bodies by an invisible soldering iron, large swaths of runes made up of charred flesh appeared on their bodies.

That was the oath they made when they joined the Ashes.

That was Mark's punishment as a "lord" for the "disciples".

He swept his eyes one by one over his companions who had become completely indifferent, and his expression was extremely serious.

He had to remember what each and every one of them looked like.

He compared the appearance of each person with the memory of them, and put familiar names on these strange monsters one by one.

- Then, kill them.

Suddenly, Marco burst into tears, and the tears were directly vaporized as soon as they gushed out.

"Damn it!"

He roared and screamed.

As if a switch had been pressed, Marco's entire body was torn apart by the violently expanding scorching aura, his skin peeled off and melted at the same moment, and his whole body turned into a scorching and dazzling light.

"Listen up, Wind Talker, listen well—"

With his roar, the runes on the bodies of the other Ash Men suddenly turned from pitch black to scorched red, and golden flames suddenly poured out of them, enveloping their bodies and burning to ashes.

It was as if an invisible aura passed by Mark, and all the Ash Cultists who touched it burned without warning, turning to ashes in the golden flames.

He roared, "--You have me off!" Completely me off! ”

With a roar that made the earth tremble like a dragon's roar, Marco burst into flames with more and more intense golden light, cracking the earth and ceiling, and burning to ashes in the golden flames that rose suddenly.

Then, the corpses of the sky, the earth, and the ashes poured towards Marco like a river flowing into the sea, and Marco's luminous body grew several times in a few breaths, and the golden lava figure dozens of meters high slowly stood up, completely engulfing the entire building.

The terrible pressure spread around Marco. Houses and the ground were crushed, and a titicac wail sounded. Lava poured out from Marco's feet and spread along the cobweb-like ground, crushing the ground for thousands of meters with tremendous pressure, and the rushing lava easily burned the flesh and blood of the city's inhabitants to ashes.

It was the Molten Sage, the legal controller of the fire elemental plane, the most upright elemental life in all of Faenth. Each Molten Flame Sage has supreme spire-level combat power, and the molten aura on their bodies alone is enough to sweep away countless miscellaneous armies.

As Marco overflowed with more and more terrible pressure, his size continued to grow at a visible rate, and his gaze was raised as a result.

In just a few breaths, Marco's figure grew three times.

His voice became hoarse and eerie, and his mind became noticeably unstable.

But the Wind Whisperer didn't panic in the slightest.

He stood quietly on the slow-flowing lava as if he were just a phantom.

"So, Marco ......"

His words were full of mockery: "Is the way you are now, what you call a human being?" ”

"-Exactly!"

However, Marco did not hesitate and replied loudly: "I am a human being!" I'm more like a human than everyone else! ”

"No, you're a monster!"

Without hesitation, the Wind Whisperer accused: "Humanity will never have a body as huge as you, will not turn living beings into charcoal with just breathing, will not turn this fertile land into scorched earth - you are the destroyer of the world, not the guardian!" ”

"I am only the destroyer of sinners! I am the purifier of the world! ”

Marco roared like thunder, "I will burn you to ashes, I am the fire that purifies the world—"

Marco's eyes were full of rage.

It was a primordial rage beyond human control, a fury that destroyed everything in the world.

It was the molten sage's desire to purify the filthy world.

Like all Fire Elemental Lords, Marco's growing rage grew, and so did his size. Now that his height had exceeded 100 meters, this terrifying monster made of golden lava could be seen anywhere in the city.

"You're crazy, Marco."

But the Wind Whisperer looked at him with pity in his tone: "Your life is over. ”

"--Then let him finish!!"

Marco roared in rage, his voice scorching with radiance, turning into a tidal wave that spread out and engulfed the entire city in an instant.

He had gone mad when he had killed all the ashes who had followed him with his own hands, and had personally destroyed all the intellectual achievements of his life.

The gods have been slaughtered and the people have been set free.

In other words, Marco's ambition to spend his life preparing and hundreds of years of business was fulfilled by Roland overnight.

From then on, Marco had no reason to live.

He had no parents, no lovers, no children. His followers are turned into monsters, and the greatest humanity in the world is against him, and two-thirds of the entire world is thinking about how to destroy him.

He's alone.

No one in this world could be more lonely than Mark.

All those who believed in Him were dead, and the only one who understood Him was against Him.

As the Wind Whisperer said, the one who roared here at this moment was just a monster from purgatory.

His last wish now is to crush the Windtalker and his followers here, and destroy everything about the Windtalker.

As he roared, his right fist, which burned like a falling sun, slammed down on the Wind Whisperer.

And the wind whisperer does not hide.

He simply prayed, "May Higgs bless me before the sword, under the horns of the buffalo—"

The next moment, the thin eyeballs of the substance-like Higgs instantly appeared in front of the Wind Whisperer.

The phantom was completely different from what other twilight contacts had summoned, and if it weren't for being many times smaller than Higgs himself, even Roland would have thought it was Higgs coming.

As the transparent eyeballs stuffed with small white snakes emerged from the void, an indescribable dark fear spread.

Marco's right hand, as hot as the falling sun, stopped in mid-air without warning. His whole body froze.

Marco watched as the flames on his body gradually extinguished, and the burning dark red flames pierced out of him like sharp cones. Beside him, the golden pool of lava also dimmed, and dark red spears slowly pierced out of it.

It was the attitude of the Molten Sage after his fall - the terrifying monster known as the Piercing Male.

A spear grows from each of his burned corpses, and each spear can be transformed into a pyroxene flamethrower. And the lowest-ranking pyroxene flamethrowers can also compete with the powerhouses of the gold rank.

It only takes one person to destroy the world.

"I told you, Marco...... I reminded you. ”

The Wind Whisperer shook his head with pity: "Everything you have done is meaningless, you have achieved nothing in this life. ”

"Maybe. I don't seem to have really accomplished anything since I was born......"

Marco, whose pupils quickly became dim, seemed to have calmed down, and he said calmly.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and smiled at the Windtalker and the Higgs in front of him.

The Wind Whisperer was stunned for a moment, and a fierce sense of crisis emerged from his heart.

Mark whispered, but his voice was as loud as thunder, "But I can make my death meaningful—"

"- For the sake of the golden and pure world!" (To be continued.) )