At the moment when the staff and sword were unsheathed, Roland's almost infinite divine grace poured down, and immediately made its blade flash with a silver-gray cold light.

Its sharpness broke through the ten-point mark in the blink of an eye.

This level of sharpness is already demeaning to say that it is like clay - if the angle is clever, even obsidian can break with a single blow.

But just that, it can't make Roland turn on mowing mode.

"Mentor! Watch over me, and answer me—"

As Roland chanted, a faint but thick silver-gray flame ignited from the blade of the sword.

This is the true sense of the sword. Holy Blade. The source of the strength of the Templars and cathars.

When a weapon is lit with a flame, it is considered a purple rare weapon against armor and other weapons, regardless of its previous rank.

At the same time, this weapon will also carry the Flame Provider trait when attacking.

If the characteristic of the goddess of war is to make it sharper, then the characteristic of the Elder Sleep Tutor is naturally the Eternal Sleep.

Anyone who is attacked by Roland, as long as they are not exempt from this injury, must do a check, and if they fail, they will be directly beheaded by Roland.

It was the third second into the battle, and Roland was finally fully in shape.

Roland held his sword in his backhand, leaned forward with his center of gravity, and rushed forward almost against the ground.

With a casual wave of his hand, brilliant silver-gray arcs of light bloomed around Roland.

The diners had even been cut in half by Roland's staff and sword, and before the corpses could crack, the holy fire rose from the sword marks, instantly incinerating those who had been attacked by Roland into a cloud of ashes.

Roland hasn't even turned on the [Continuous Attack] attack stance yet, relying only on the sword stance. The Holy Fire and his outrageously high basic attributes, the diners around him fell one by one.

Roland stepped forward. With a sudden force, he jumped out like lightning.

At that moment, Roland bent several corners in succession. On his strange trajectory, he leaned his body and swung a silver-gray arc of light to cut those who stood in his way in half, while also touching some of the scattered diners in the corner.

It's just a little over a second. Roland cut all the scattered diners in half.

"Glory to the Teacher!"

After a short but rapid prayer, the pain in Roland's legs from the continuous high-speed movement was relieved a lot.

After taking a slight breath, Roland slammed his foot against the wall. At extremely high speeds, he ran as if he were walking on flat ground.

As soon as he took three steps, Roland jumped up without hesitation -

The target wasn't the diners beneath him waiting for him to land with their mouths wide open and their hands raised, but the ceiling!

Roland had already adjusted his body in the air, kicking on the ceiling, his legs bent.

In that moment, Roland felt like a spider on a hunt. Quietly and eerily suspended on the ceiling.

The next moment, Roland made a crazy move -

He Roland kicked the ceiling above with his legs. The charge is on!

It wasn't very solid, and the ceiling suddenly cracked in large areas.

With the strength of Roland's legs, Roland, who was kicking the ceiling upside down, fell like thunder towards the center of the crowd at a speed that the diners under him couldn't react at all!

Rumble!

Smoke rises.

Roland's attack from the sky instantly emptied a large area of enemies. Those people were not cut into pieces by Roland, but stoned to death by Roland, who was wrapped in a thick flame and fell to the ground like a meteor.

Rollon vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Glory to the Guru! Thou art power to strengthen me, because I am in accord with thy preaching, and in thy revelation of the truth—"

As soon as he caught his breath, he recited the prayer quickly and clearly at a second-to-eight pace.

At the same time, Roland turned on all the gestures that could be opened.

Perception Enhancement, On!

Continuous Attack, On!

At last......

Centered on Roland. The silver-gray flame suddenly condensed and turned into a fireball more than three meters high. Even the broken ceiling will be melted down together.

As Roland began to wield the sword in his hand, this large ball of silver-gray flames like molten metal balls suddenly exploded!

- Ember Nova, on!

With the attack speed bonus of continuous attacks, the agility of up to eight points made Roland's blade completely invisible, and he could only see a complete and brilliant circle of silver-gray flames bursting around him like fireworks.

The enemies that Roland had smashed when he first charged vertically had been burned to ashes, and the remaining survivors were dead nine times out of ten the moment the Ash Nova modified by the Sleeping Mentor exploded.

And after Roland began to swing the staff sword. A handful of higher-ranking diners seemed to have finally come to their senses, but before they could scream, their bodies were pierced by three silver-gray arcs of light in less than a second, burning and turning to ashes.

But that's not all—while all the diners have been killed, but at least one of the drinkers is still alive, the drunkards who appear to have lost consciousness will begin to mutate.

There is no such thing as a complete innocent in the traditional sense of the word. Whoever eats a slice of roasted meat or drinks a cup of glowing blood here. They are all rebels who have eaten their own kind, their souls have long been polluted by the power of dusk, and they will turn into terrible ogres at a moment's notice.

Thereupon......

- Sword Momentum. Arc Slash, on!

Before the continuous attack was over, the arc slash was activated, and Roland seemed to turn into a spinning top, spun rapidly, and slashed in half the drunks who were randomly thrown on the ground like shabby rag dolls.

Roland danced a deadly waltz like a sharp blade, spinning rapidly, graceful and deadly.

In just an instant, Roland's black robe was filled with blood.

At this moment, it was breathing violently, shaking the corners of Roland's coat, and letting out a whimper like a wounded young beast. It feels like a mad dog with blood at the moment.

Eventually, when Roland struck off the last drunken man's head while chanting a prayer of innocence, it was only five seconds after Roland had cut off the waiter's head in the first place.

With the exception of four drinkers, no one survived at the Singia Tavern.

Now in front of Roland were a headless waiter, a waiter's head full of spider legs, a dark-skinned girl covered in cracks and sharp teeth, a meatball man who had eaten his head—and a young man who looked sick and pale, and whose mouth and ten fingers had turned into worm-like mouthparts.

OK.

Not more than six seconds.

Looking at these four people—or three and a half people plus a head—Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only five seconds—he couldn't finish a sip of water, and the food was still chewing in his mouth without swallowing, but Roland had already killed more than one hundred and eighty people.

That's a super high slaughter efficiency of more than 30 people in a second.

Roland, who replaced forty people with one person for the maximum output, the muscles in his whole body almost completely collapsed. Once he stopped spinning, he couldn't even move, and his whole body creaked.

At this time, if those drinkers came to attack, Roland would not have the slightest power to fight back.

Fortunately, however, the innocuous prayer he had sung in advance was now nearing the end.

"Watch over me, answer me, that there may be light in my eyes, that I may not sleep forever!"

A soft silver-gray light shone around Roland. The visceral impact caused by Roland's previous vertical charge and the muscle damage caused by the rapid speed of the extremely short time were instantly dissipated.

In just the blink of an eye, Roland's other attributes have been restored to their best condition except for their physical strength.

Roland took a deep breath and rested, casting a malicious gaze on the few remaining drinkers.

No doubt.

They are already certain to die. (To be continued......)

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