"Higgs with a snake in his eyes! I beg you to see, I beg your forgiveness, I beg you to take refuge—"

Without hesitation, Geoffreyla immediately shouted loudly, trying to interrupt the man's prayer.

A dim yellow filthy flame ignited in his eyes, shaking violently.

His eyeballs squeaked and squeaked, twitching and shrinking and twisting violently, turning into a thin curtain of light like a door connecting somewhere. Several small snakes with pure white bodies and dim pupils like jewels crawled out of his eye sockets, crawling wet and crawling on his face, scorched black and twisted marks on their path.

In Geoffella's vision, the false world in front of her burns and rolls up like a charred oil painting, revealing a deeper world.

This is a world without color and scenery. All soulless beings are reduced to nothingness, and only living beings are transformed into various distorted monsters that point to the essence of their souls, painted into different monsters according to the color of their souls.

- That is the deepest longing of their hearts, and it can be said that it is what they look like after being polluted by dusk.

In Jeffreyla's vision, she didn't change in the slightest.

This Dusk Dependent, who was hatched from "Jeffrey" and burned out his will, has a demon-like appearance. His teeth turned into shark-like teeth, and the tip of his jaw was pierced with a sharp, crystalline spike like a blade made of a craggy rock. The skin of his entire body had turned a dark red color like lava, with faint yellow dagger-like spikes stabbing out of nearly all joints, and shards of hedron of various sizes appeared irregularly on his skin.

His spine pierced the skin of his back, and the cone-shaped hedron gathered in a column and towered high, and he had to bend his body. On his forehead was a translucent hedron like an upside-down ram's horn, and there were vague runes in it that shimmered and shimmered.

At this point, Geoffella looked like a moving killing machine, with deadly murder weapons all over her body.

And on the other side of him, the man who originally had beautiful white gold hair has also turned into a strange monster-

He has completely lost his human form. A snow-white man stood tall and a giant wolf stood where he had been.

The wolf's body was extremely clean, not a single trace of blood, but the scarlet teeth could be seen from the sharpness of his closed mouth.

His chest was cut open, but not the slightest blood oozed out. His chest cavity was stuffed with countless human heads, but not a single internal organ could be seen, except for a huge pitch-black wolf heart attached to the powerful pumping beneath the skull.

After the ritual had fully unfolded and stabilized, behind Geoffella, phantoms of eyeballs about the size of an adult began to emerge.

That's the apparition of Higgs—

The moment Higgs appeared, even the earth bowed down to it. Around Geoffella, thorny transparent crystal thorns burst out of the ground, paying homage to the phantom behind Geoffella.

At that moment, the air was filled with an indescribable frenzied aura, and a black viscous malice visible to the naked eye flowed through the air. It was as if the spikes of the crystal nest had stabbed something to death, and with the ends of those crystal spikes as the center, a layer of black oil gradually leached out of the ground, exuding the smell of blood.

- Just Higgs silently staring at Jeffreyla, the space centered on Jeffreyla skewed violently. The laws of space were changed, the air turned into the earth, and the earth oozed black blood. The tremendous pressure that was enough to crush mortals in an instant slowly spread around him as the center.

"Hah! Wolfhearted! ”

Jeffreyla's mouth cracked, her eyes filled with madness and madness: "I know you, Kyle Mora!" Kyle Mora of the Wolfheart! Kyle Mora, the Traitor! Good job! Come beautifully! I'm going to skin you and sacrifice you to the earth—"

But Kylemora ignored Geoffreyla's provocations.

It's not so much that he didn't take it to heart, it's that he didn't realize what the other person was saying at all.

Halfway through the prayer, Kellmora was no longer presiding over the ritual, but had become a part of the ritual, a part, a sacred symbol called the "priest."

All he had to do was to pray to Roland with all his heart and soul, and to sing the prayer dedicated to Roland repeatedly.

At this time he was only a priest. Not a sword, not a shield, not a preacher, but a purer concept called the Master of Ceremonies.

A greater will rushed into the consciousness of Kyrmora from the top down, speaking with Kyrmorra as the mouthpiece of the Holy One:

"There was a plague epidemic before him, and a fever under his feet."

"He stood, and caused the earth to tremble, and the mountains to fall forever, and the everlasting ridges to fall, as he did in old."

"When the day of tribulation comes, and I hear him crying out to me, my body trembles, and my lips tremble, and my bones rot out—I tremble where I stand, and I chant the holy name of my majesty with three times as reverence!"

As Kermora prayed louder and louder, the silver flame in his eyes began to burn more violently. The silver-gray light on his body was replaced by some purer, pure silver light that did not belong to him, quickly filling his soul and overflowing.

Beneath his feet, the overflowing light flowed, spontaneously encircling Kyrmorrah and Gahalad.

Higgs's malice came over at this point, but the unspeakable things that were black could not pass the light flowing from the ground anyway. No matter how much it surged and struck, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall, and it was impossible to move forward a single bit.

The light of the Holy One, though thin, was enough to cut off the pollution of dusk.

By this time, Kermora's prayer had come to an end:

"—because the world will eventually collapse, and Yves Saint Laurent will live forever!"

With Kylemora's chanting, a world-changing miracle has arrived.

The next moment, behind Kylemora, something as dim as dust gathered and roared to form an illusory human form several meters high.

The somewhat abstract figure looked somewhat like an ascetic with his mouth sewn up. His hands were bound with ropes to his chest in prayer, and his long, dusty hair danced wildly around him like an invisible hurricane.

And after it appeared, the invisible hurricane really appeared.

Kylemora and Gahalad didn't feel the slightest breeze, but Gefriella was almost blown off the ground. The crystal thorns around him broke one after another, and the crystal thorns on his body also cracked, and the ground was almost lifted, pulling out the crystal nest buried in the ground directly.

At this time, Geoffreyla fell into complete confusion, and for a moment she couldn't raise the spirit of resistance.

But in fact, he was not confused by this supreme power.

Because Geoffreyla clearly saw that the huge figure like a puppet, the huge figure that appeared behind Roland and brought an end to the gods with divine thunder, was not the slightest alienation in his vision. It's still the same gigantic priesthood puppet sewn from rags like a yellowish one.

It's simply not possible.

Geoffreyla knew very well that only those who had already turned into twilight would not have a twilight silhouette. Just like Jeffreyla herself.

In other words, Roland has been polluted by dusk?

But how is that possible? (To be continued.) )