Chapter 12: The Sword and the Scepter

More than a dozen crystal thorns completely pierced Angus's entire body from head to toe, but he unexpectedly did not feel half of the pain, but could only feel unbearable paralysis and coldness.

Angus could only watch as his blood was pumped out. A dark red, viscous liquid slowly seeped into the ground along the dark red spikes. Had it not been for the fact that his right arm had been shattered by the raging crystal thorns before, his time of death would have come long ago.

In all fairness, the speed at which blood is drawn is not very fast, but if you multiply it by a dozen times the base, then the concept is immediately different. Angus already felt that his time was near, and the time left could only be counted in seconds.

The unbearable cold and the emptiness from massive blood loss made him shiver uncontrollably. But the nausea, which was ten times stronger than the usual blood loss, made him unable to faint outright, and could only remain painfully awake and listen to Jeffrey's crazy thoughts.

"Dusk! You can't comprehend what a great presence that is! It was the silhouette of the Most High, the ruler of thousands of universes, and the mere mere act of looking directly at that infinite light was enough to make one lose one's mind and even go mad—"

"It's true...... I think you're crazy. ”

Angus shuddered, mocking in a feeble tone.

But Geoffreyla smiled strangely and stiffly: "Maybe I'm crazy...... But how can you be sure that what I see at the moment will not be the reality of the world? Maybe you're the ones who are crazy, and I'm the one who is sober! ”

"Say whatever you want, monster—"

The pale-faced Angus smiled hideously, disdainful of Jeffreyla's crazy words: "At least the people on my side are laughing!" You poor wretch!! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned white suddenly, and his face convulsed violently in pain.

The spikes had pierced into his bones, slowly sucking at his marrow in retaliation.

"You monster! Monster! Lunatic! Poor worm! Coward! ”

Moaning and roaring, Angus stared at Geoffreya with scarlet eyes and shouted at Geoffreya with a hoarse throat on his face: "You can't change me!" You can't change me! ”

At this moment, Vega, who had been silent for a long time next to him, stretched out his trembling hand to pick up the cross that Angus had dropped on the ground, and aimed it at Geoffreyla little by little with its sharp handle, paused, and aimed it at Angus again.

The old man's eyes were full of melancholy and despair.

As if sensing something, Angus's shouts gradually subsided.

He turned his head slightly, nodded with a pale face that did not look like a living person, and smiled ugly at Vega.

"Old friend, kill me! Make this monster ......"

Angus was only halfway through his words, and his pupils immediately shrank to the limit!

I saw Vega's feet, dense crystal thorns showing his head—a terrifying number far more than the crystal thorns on his body, which was enough to kill the old and fragile Vega in an instant.

Vega, unlike Angus, did not have any profession, only wisdom and knowledge, but other than that, he was no different from mortals.

Vega didn't see anything unusual under her feet at all. He was vaguely spitting white frost from his mouth and nose, staring at Angus in distraction, holding the cross harder and harder, and not even knowing that he was bleeding from his fingers.

Angus tried to speak to warn Vega, but couldn't say anything. He opened his mouth wide, but he felt only more and more dizziness.

"Pray!"

But at this moment, accompanied by Qing Yue's chanting, a dazzling silver brilliance lit up from the doorway, clinging to the ground, cutting off the crystal thorns that had just emerged under Vega's feet and the crystal thorns that had pierced Angus, but did not hurt them in the slightest.

Then the light rolled up like a living thing, and took Vega and Angus with it, and swept it out.

“…… Rowland?! ”

Geoffreyla didn't care about the two of them. As if he had seen a ghost, he suddenly raised his head to look at the door, and after a long time, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief as if he had confirmed something.

I saw that in the scorching midday sun, the outline of two shadows, one large and one small, appeared in his eyes.

Before they could see their faces, there was a rhythmic sound of heavy metal crashing - it was the sound of metal boots colliding with the floor.

Qingyue's prayer came from the door: "Bow down!" Sing his holy name! ”

"You will worship Saint Laurent your Lord three times as much, and you shall bow down to Him three times as much with your life, your will, and your soul—for He is Lord of the earth, and He is justice and truth!"

As the two approached, their faces were finally revealed.

One was dressed in heavy Gubansa armor, the silver armor shimmering, his face obscured by a fully enclosed helmet, and two silvery gray lights faintly leaked through the T-shaped slit that leaked out of his eyes.

In his right hand he held a simple sword, not very thick, but almost as tall as him. And on his left arm gauntlet is a curved transparent shield with a silver-gray cross carved on it.

The other was dressed in red bishop's robes and held a silver scepter. He had a delicate face, and his long white-blond hair reached shoulder-length, reflecting a dazzling light.

It was he who prayed—

The man shouted, "If you believe in the twilight, you are in for a great woe!" The world will not tolerate you, and Saint Laurent will be angry. ”

"This sin of yours is the greatest in heaven and in the world! Even if the sacrifice of the young son and the torture and killing of thousands of innocent people, it is not as great a sin as this great blasphemy! ”

At first, Geoffreyla just sneered and watched, but after a while he sensed something was wrong.

As the man prayed, something shook in the air, and a greater will tore through the air and began to descend.

"Because he is the king of the earth! The supreme monarch of the world, the commander of thousands of legions, the only immortal - he is the three-time great Saint Laurent! From now on, all the glory of this earth shall be to Him forever—"

As the man prayed, the earth gradually appeared with holy light, and then seeped downward, and the cold breath in the air gradually dissipated.

Geoffreyla watched in disbelief.

"It's ...... A prayer for Roland? ”

How can it be?!

Isn't he mortal? Why does prayer dedicated to him have the power to change the world?

As if hearing Geoffella's heart, the man laughed: "For he is the embodiment of the Guru, the covenant of the earth—he is the son of Orm!" ”

The man opened his arms and shouted for joy, his voice rumbling like thunder: "—for he is the surrogate of the Holy One!" Triple the great Yves Saint Laurent! (To be continued.) )