Chapter Twenty-Five: The Tide of Black Ice

As the slowly falling underworld approached the world, the air and the earth exploded.

The rapidly expanding carpet of flesh began to congeale into thin black frost. With Roland as the center, the ground near it cracked in large areas, and the black ice slowly collapsed in circles, squeezing out filthy and sticky pus from the foundation made of flesh and blood.

At the same time, with a crunching sound, bundles of fibers like black crystals appeared in the air. It was particularly conspicuous against the dazzling holy light that flickered on Roland's body, and at a glance, the entire space was full of dense black spiderweb-like cracks.

The demon's movement was hampered by this, and the seemingly thin and fragile black cracks restrained their movement like a sturdy display case.

As the Underworld gradually fell, the speed at which the black cracks in the air appeared increased significantly. It's as if the space has been shattered, and it's like being in a confined space full of broken mirrors.

Taking advantage of this nuisance from the black ice, the scarlet knights ignored the spatial mutations, came and went freely, and repeatedly charged and killed with a mobility far higher than that of the demons, and the blades of their swords swirled spears and snakes, constantly bringing bursts of bloody wind and blood.

Their blades burned with blood-red crimson flames that shattered the demons' carapace and armor, severed their fascia and muscles, and incinerated their blood to the ground.

Only dusk can touch dusk, only dusk can defeat dusk - that's a good thing to say.

It is Elukado, the underground species that is dripping with the blood of dusk, the filthy and ordinary short-lived human beings, who alone can save the world.

The purer the bloodline, the more powerless it is in the face of dusk, and the purer the person, the greater the power released after being polluted. This world has long been destroyed, and if you don't let go of the glory of the past, it will definitely bring destruction in the end.

The Sages did not approve of the black iron species ruling the world, let alone regarded the underground species as their own people. Elukado fought for Roman for decades and believed in her mentor for thousands of years, but in the end, the mentor did not transform her into a death crow, nor did he give her true divine magic.

After all, the underground species are the half-blooded Twilight Clan. Even though the Sages' thought circuits understood Elukado as an anomaly, the constraints of their actions limited their attitudes.

But in fact, at least in the face of the invasion of the people of twilight, it is indeed these "inferior people" who also possess the blood of twilight that can do better.

The scarlet blood, which burned like a flame and danced like satin, was none other than Elukado himself.

Under Roland's protection, Elukardo has once again become a walking scourge.

But it's not the same as Elukado a thousand years ago. This time, Elukado was no longer alone.

As Roland said, they are now in the tens of millions.

All of them are Elukado, each of them is Elukado, and their sum is Elukado.

She is one, and she is also ten million.

While her body and strength were divided equally, her name of the Scourge was also distributed among the entire Order. It's still Elukado who is called a scourge, but she's no longer a lone monster.

Elukado is now Roland's knight.

They fought for God.

They are the embodiment of divine might, the great terror that cannot be described—

Roland looked at the knights who were roaring away, the silver-white flames in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the crystal-colored crown on his head gradually shone brightly.

Gahalad on the side was already shocked by the magnificent scenery in front of them.

Countless knights in scarlet iron armor walked through the cracked dark sky, with the Pope praying for them in white robes and holding scepters, and huge celestial bodies fell from the sky, and in front of them were an ever-increasing number of strangely shaped monsters, and the land where distorted and twisted monsters breeded.

It was an epic scene.

It's an epic view that is enough to be painted and sung to the music.

Everything is just as it was in the golden age of a thousand years ago.

Knights carved out their territory in polluted areas, monarchs were wise and pious, God loved the world, and the world revered the morality of the heart and the supreme law.

Watching the scarlet knights chant their names aloud, fighting with the demons without retreating, a scorching flame slowly ignited in Roland's heart, and he felt as if the bones in his body were melting, and the golden spinal cord flowed out of it and seeped into his soul.

It was a glow called a sense of purpose.

That is the greatest instinct of angels.

In addition to the pure silver white, his eyes gradually became stained with a golden glimmer like the morning light.

Roland took a deep breath as he looked at the demons who were roaring and roaring, and his right hand holding the scepter gradually clenched, his knuckles creaking.

"The People of Twilight—"

Roland raised his scepter very slowly and solemnly, and shouted loudly.

It was different from the previous prayers. This time, Roland's voice was unintelligible.

It was a strange sacred and beautiful language, and the language itself had a sacredness that could not be ignored and could not be borne by mortals. The mere recitation of poetry in this language is enough to make the average person who hears it turn from evil to good.

That is the language of angels. That was Roland's [Angelic Song] talent.

Previously, Roland could only use this ability by relying on the system, or the power of Orm's Eye. But just before that, Roland suddenly mastered this ability, this sacred language.

That's not just because Roland's soul has become more divine and pure, but because of what he's doing at the moment.

He summons the Underworld and steps on the land of the abyss with his body, alone trying to stop the demon's invasion of this world. If he is not the Pope and the Chosen One of the Mentors, then his exploits at this moment are enough for him to become a saint and lift his soul high in the air.

Roland decided to save the world because of his sense of mission, and he did it, and he really did it-

If this level is not a sacred mind, then the world is no longer sacred.

"You are guilty! You were born into a great sin."

Roland's voice was like a thunderbolt lying on the ground, sliding along the blanket of flesh frozen by black ice.

When the demons heard his voice, their bodies were shocked and unable to move, and the muscles of their bodies were paralyzed.

While being denounced and denied the meaning of existence by the Most High, their bodies have the urge to "die" on their own. No matter how hard you try to suppress it, you can only stop moving your body.

But they are not just facing Roland himself.

The Scarlet Knights took the opportunity to harvest the demon's life, constantly shrinking the demon's line, killing or forcing the powerful demons who almost rushed out of the formation or forced them back into the encirclement.

At this time, the underworld was already extremely close to the ground.

The stars and moon have been completely blocked. The closest point to the ground was less than ten meters, and through the icy surface, you could even see the barren scene inside the earth.

Taking advantage of the re-formation of the encirclement, Roland did not hesitate to slowly press down the raised scepter, as if exhausting the strength of his whole body.

With his movements, the speed of the fall of the Underworld accelerated several times out of thin air.

The world centered on Roland was gradually swept away by a black and cold cold wave. The scarlet knight and demon vanished silently as they came into contact with the black, cold smoke that rose from the ground.

In just a second, hundreds of people left the battlefield as a result.

With a terrible cold wave below, a chilling meteorite above, and the increasingly dense black cracks in the sky, this space has become a different world of different nature, and the entrance and exit have been sealed.

However, the morale of the knights was still high, and they sang the name of Saint Laurent.

They are fearless –

As long as Roland is with them! (To be continued.) )