Roland, as the chosen people of the Sage, has an infinite amount of divine grace that he can enjoy.

But, at the end of the day, his body is still flesh and blood.

Roland's body has reached its limit.

It's not that the divine grace is not enough, but his body can't withstand such a violent force.

These silver-white flames gushing out of Roland's cracked flesh were proof of this.

Under normal circumstances, the flame would only have flowed out of Roland's hands, feet, and eyes, and then flowed like a liquid throughout his body.

And at this moment, because of the thirst for power, Roland's skin and flesh had exploded, and the silver-white flame erupted directly from Roland's bone marrow and from his veins.

Countless fine scars continued to emerge and disappear on Roland's body.

If Robert had looked at Roland with a wizard's eye at this time, he would have found that Roland had almost turned into a humanoid crystallization of divine power.

Taken together, these powers are enough to support a normal mourner to cover two-thirds of the White Tower's land with a layer of ice with frost-covered prayers.

The energy in his body was completely overloaded - all it took was a primer for Roland to explode in an instant.

At that time, the silver-gray flame in Roland's body will explode like fireworks, and several surrounding streets will be scorched to earth.

That's right.

Roland has reached his limits.

Even if Roland gives up on Anjosi, Robert, and Claudia at this moment, and defends with all his might, he can probably survive like a dog under the protection of the Sleeping Mentor.

- What a joke!

Roland held his head high, his eyes burning with pale fanaticism.

Such a failure will never be recognized.

Face a sandstorm that is about to tear itself apart. Roland closed his eyes as if he had given up and opened his arms.

That's right.

Roland as the Eternal Mentor Elect. It's the limit to do it here.

There is no possibility of a turnaround.

Not only will the three of them be torn apart by the sandstorm in an instant, but even they will be dug up by the sandstorm along with the ground under their feet. Thrown into the sky mercilessly-

-- However, such a future will not be staged.

Because, as a player, Roland has just appeared now.

"Raise the level of the Trainee Mourner to 10. Pay for all experience. Confirm. ”

[Consume 105 XP to increase your Trainee Mourner's level to 10]

【Trainee Occupation Level Saturation】

When the system prompted that the screen was still swiping, Roland immediately issued the next command.

"The official rank of the inauguration mourns the dead."

[You want to get the basic class mourner...... Verification in progress】

[Perception is not less than 8...... Fully compliant, passed the verification]

[You already have two professions, and the inaugural mourner will make you a part-time punishment]

【Confirmation of the inauguration of mourners】

Roland didn't hesitate.

"Give up the Ashes profession. Transformed into mourners. Raised the level of mourners to level 30, confirmed. ”

[If you permanently lose the 13 levels on the class (Ash Disciple), all the attributes you get from the Ash Disciple will be restored]

[Since the Ashes Disciple and the Mourner belong to the same class, your Ash Disciple (Level 13) will return half of the experience (630) to the experience pool]

【You've got the job assignment】

【Skip the inauguration task because of your voter template】

[You got the professional mourner]

[Every time you get a level increase in the class of the mourner, you will gain +0.1 strength, +0.1 agility, +0.25 constitution, and +0.4 perception.] Bloodline +0.2]

[Consume 486 XP to increase your mourner's level to 10]

【Official Career Level Saturation】

[Skip the advanced quest due to your voter template]

[Consume 3270 XP to increase your mourner's level to 20]

【Black Iron Class Level Saturation】

[Because of your voter template. Skip Advanced Quests]

[Consume 6900 XP to increase your mourner's level to 30]

【Bronze Class Level Saturation】

[Level has reached the racial limit]

Roland didn't even see clearly that he had obtained those traits and those magic skills. The battle prompt was immediately turned off.

With the experience he had been hoarding for a long time, Roland now only had 3067 XP left in his experience pool.

To know. Rituals to unlock racial limits cost at least 5,000 XP, and even 10,000 XP for a little more. At most, 3000 XP will allow you to learn a fairly average attack stance.

Basically, you can say that. Roland threw all his experience into it - in fact, it was originally what he used to pretend to be a slap in the face.

But think about it, isn't the so-called emergency just to prevent the lack of experience available in the current situation?

Not to mention anything else, the increase in attributes alone is a force to be reckoned with.

Rowland. Nerora, Half-Elf (Balanced Bloodline), Elect (Sleeping Mentor), Male [Elite Template]

Health: 272/272 (Good)

Level: 30 (Bronze) [XP Remaining: 3067]

Occupation: Mourner Level 30 (――/10656) Warrior Level 20 (――/3756)

Energy: Divine Grace (――/――)

Origin: Unawakened

Attributes: Strength 8.8, Agility 9.8, Constitution 13.3, Perception 19.9, Will 2.9, Bloodline 10.9

In addition to the perception that he was still a little bit close to breaking through twenty points, the biggest change in Roland now was his bloodline and physique that broke ten.

Especially physique attributes.

This is exactly the attribute that Roland needs most right now.

How much power the Sleeping Master can withstand is not in the perceptual attribute, but in the physique attribute.

From 8.2 to 13.3 now, how can the change be described by only one-third?

Because, every time the attribute breaks through the full ten points, it will usher in a qualitative change.

At the limit of Roland's further liberalization, the silver-white flame rose again and again.

Robert, who was standing behind Roland, could only feel a rush of heat on his face.

It was the heat of a sandstorm.

But after he saw with his own eyes that the sense of threat brought to him by "Miss Herlan" suddenly increased several times in the blink of an eye, the burning sensation could no longer be felt.

Because the frost on the ground suddenly became several times colder.

If before it was just a frost-white blizzard with a small amount of ice flakes swirling around Roland, now the environment around Roland has become a forbidden area for humans.

The surrounding low temperature was as if it was north of Suze. The cold wind blew, and the sandstorm that had been robbed of its divinity by the Silent Realm suddenly burst open, erupting in clumps of cold air.

The cold even froze the sandstorms that came first into thick walls, keeping the later sandstorms out.

Compared with the sandstorm that could only block one direction before, "Herlan", who suddenly increased his strength, has stopped all the sandstorms in all directions at this moment.

…… I guess I lifted some kind of seal on my body.

Robert swallowed, and his gaze at "Miss Herland" became more intense.

Bronze pinnacle less than twenty years old......

It's a high race!

In any case, Robert would not have believed that one person could increase the strength of an entire order in an instant.

That's simply a subversion of the three views. Not to mention him, even no one in this world would believe it.

And Roland was still not satisfied.

The flame on his body was not extinguished by the frost and soil stopping the sandstorm, but became more intense.

If the holy fire on Roland's body was only floating a few inches on the surface of his body before, now the divine fire on Roland's body has completely submerged him and turned him into a huge fire man more than two meters high.

Under Robert's panicked gaze, Roland abruptly withdrew from the realm of silence.

Suddenly, the sharp whistling of the sandstorm poured into their ears.

The sandstorm enveloped in divinity swept in, and Roland looked up at it without fear.

"Since I've wasted so much experience, it's a little refreshing for me......"

With Roland's muttering, four sword-like pillars of fire suddenly rushed out behind him, forming two V-shaped huge wings of fire.

In an instant, the back hem of Roland's robe was torn out by the holy flame that looked like substance!

Behind him, four silver-white holy flames rushed out, stretching for nearly ten meters, surrounding An Ruosi and the three of them, and the frenzied silver flames jumped violently, blowing away all the nearby sandstorms.

Roland squinted.

Beyond 18 points of perception, Roland clearly sensed that something humanoid in the sandstorm was rapidly approaching him.

Roland showed a fervent smile that bordered on cruelty: "Praise the Mentor—"

I just wanted to try my hand when someone sent me to my door!

The next moment, Roland did not advance but retreated.

The silver-white flame was entwined, wrapped in a frost-white cold wind, and it was crushed towards the golden sandstorm head-on! (To be continued......)