"Blessed are those caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who were burned at the stake by fools! ”

"For the Guru will preserve you as gold in the fire—"

Roland held the scepter alof, and the silver-white light in his eyes was in vain a little more cold dark blue.

As two frost fires that seemed to be fluttering snowflakes ignited in Roland's eyes, a thin frost trail appeared on Roland's body.

In the world of complete silence, Roland stared directly at the Great Flame Demon, the Lord of Demons, who had once been known as the Father of the Sun, with no fear in his eyes.

Like a mirror neatly cut in half, a strange fault appeared in the space behind Roland, and the scene reflected was split into two.

At the tip of Roland's scepter, inside the crystal cross with dazzling mercury, there was a silvery white streamer flowing quietly.

Behind Roland, a dusk-colored sandstorm gathered, and a projection of the Blind Worshipper appeared behind Roland. It was about the size of Roland's unscientifically large shadow - rather, the shadow behind Roland was the shadow of the blind worshippers.

And beside the blind prayers, the purest and most holy light flickered.

It was the light that knocked the gods down from heaven.

It was the twilight of the gods—

As if feeling uneasy, or realizing that this was his real enemy, the hot gaze that Firedemon Nock Gal had condensed on Roland slowly moved upwards to the huge phantom behind him.

And the blind prayer person also took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it after seeing the fire demon. The tattered bandage that blindfolded him untied on its own and slowly floated down.

On his old, almost decaying cheeks, in the hollow eye sockets that had sunk deeply, two dim yellow flames gradually ignited. His hands that were sewn to his chest were pulled violently, and the threads were torn off in an instant, and the two hands that were flowing with faint yellow blood broke away, slowly dripping with faint yellow blood.

Blindfolded, he fled from reality, praying to the dusk for the sacraments of his life, indulging in his own fantasies. But if someone completely provokes him, "Orlando" may not take the initiative to wake up from the fantasy of eternal happiness.

Fanatics who carry out doctrine in the flesh are far more terrible than real madmen if they really go mad.

Because their will is always awake, they do not realize that they are going crazy.

As Roland's left arm slowly melted into mercury, the blood-dripping left arm of the Blind Worshipper also simultaneously turned into an extremely condensed shadow flame, condensing into an abstract beast, pulsating and expanding.

It was a giant wolf with a thousand heads, a giant python with a twist, a raven without a head, a lamb without four legs.

"Be afraid!"

Parallel to Roland's prayer was an old, withered and low, hallucinatory and whistling admonition: "I am the enemy of the twilight—"

The next moment, the whole sky darkened for a moment.

It wasn't because Roland attacked, and it wasn't Orlando who drained the light source. Instead, the Firedemon made an attack.

One of the red lines behind him drew without warning, and the shadow of Orlando's left arm coalesced into a barrier before Roland could react, struggling to block the blow.

After that, a few seconds later, a wave of scorching air that was enough to dry the earth slowly rolled through the air, and was blocked as it entered the underworld beside Roland, turning into scorching white steam.

The attack was like lightning, and it was done before Roland could react. It's far faster than it came out in the game.

In the next moment, several red lines condensed together and turned into a fiery slash towards Roland!

Roland saw a slight darkness in front of him, and then the dark red line like a spider's web gradually cut in his field of vision, and Orlando's left arm, which was as insubstantial as a shadow, was already covered with red cracks.

Although it looked like it was only one blow, it was actually a continuous burst of scorching fire at an extremely high speed. Each thread has the heat of the sun, the vitality of the Tree of Affliction, and it only takes a few threads to be stranded together to make such an attack.

Then an even hotter wave of air whistled and pushed over.

That's more than just the scorching heat. If there was a hurricane on the ground that could roll up the house and blow the house away, the wave alone pushed Roland back three or four meters, and the black ice on the ground clicked and cracked a whole gully three or four meters long, and then filled with golden magma.

But Roland was not the least afraid. He just gave all his defenses to Orlando, and he concentrated on praying for divine magic, pouring all his attention and divine grace into it.

"I've seen my mentor build an ice storehouse, a snow room, and a hail storehouse."

"There the waters are as hard as stones, and the twilight is frozen in the evening."

Roland's prayers did not cease, nor did they magnify themselves as much as the wall of Orm did in the main plane. If it weren't for the silence in the underworld, Roland wouldn't even be able to hear his own voice.

As the frost-covered prayers flowed slowly through the air, a quiet cold wind whistled around.

The icy tide roared and swept in, driving the heat away from the land.

The ground that had been assimilated into lava at the foot of Nokgar began to be affected in reverse, and the lava condensed into black ice again. On the other side of the Flame Demon, the black ice had begun to stretch all the way through, ready to freeze the entire abyss into ice.

At this moment, Roland's frost-covered prayer was finally chanted: "She day. . . The sun snows like wool, and the frost is like ashes—her cold comes from death, and how can the flesh resist? ”

As soon as the words fell, the void froze.

The underworld beneath his feet suddenly expanded, swallowing the abyss just now and continuing to expand.

The situation is already obvious. When Roland used the Frost Cover Prayer, he was only about a bronze step.

Then he will be able to summon a terrible Froststorm, summoning ice spikes, frostblades, and winds from the Frost-Covered Hell. So, what would have happened if Roland had used the Frost Cover Prayer now?

There is only one answer -

If it was "as if frost-covered hell had come here" before, now the real frost-covered hell has come!

The huge chasm that unfolded behind Roland resembled a low, wide, transparent, colorless portal. Even though Roland had black ice stretching out beneath his feet, the ice storm was really white.

It was a condensed cold enough to freeze the rocks into froth. It was a cold snap that smashed the cliffs to pieces.

It's like filling up a building with water and then blasting open the door from the bottom. The cold snap that came out of the frost-covered hell can only be described by the verb "boom". Two ice storms about 100 meters wide roared from Roland's left and right sides, and if the two cannonballs generally hit the fire demon on the left and right.

The stirring cold snap instantly raised a large cloud of mist, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the fire demon.

Because it's not the cold snaps that really make a difference, it's the people who come out of the cold snaps – or catapult them.

Outside of the very beginning, it kept going in the thousands of people per second, as if something terrible was sucking the people on the other side in and launching them.

Although the description is a little ridiculous, if you see their faces clearly, all that remains in your heart is a terrible cold.

That's the devil –

Not an adjective, but a real devil!

- The terror legion of tens of millions, eternally silent Sleeping Mentors! (To be continued.) )