Chapter 15: The Blind Believers in Prayer

[Kylemora (Level 51 mourner) prays for your coming, whether it will be answered]

"Confirm."

Roland whispered, then closed his eyes.

The feeling of his soul being withdrawn made Roland feel slightly dizzy, but because Roland did not try to use his transcendent perception to perceive the process of coming, his spirit did not suffer any burden from it. It was only a few seconds after consciousness had passed that Roland regained consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had changed silently. His perspective was stretched very high, about four or five meters high, and the existence that was originally taller than Roland became extremely small at this moment.

As Roland opened his eyes, the shady strips of tattered cloth on his face fell, and two silver-white flames began to ignite in his hollow eye sockets.

Meanwhile, behind Jeffreyla, Higgs's eyes converged on Roland.

Just by his gaze, the phantom that Roland relied on shook violently like a bad signal, becoming dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the air became viscous and cold at an abnormal speed, undisguised and incomparably clear malice wrapped around Roland.

If they were mortals, this physical malice alone would be enough to shatter their fragile souls. Even the earth around Roland crumbled and decayed, and faint yellow poisonous fire seeped out of the cracked earth.

Just right, a quick fix.

Roland is now descending here in the form of a projection, consuming the Divine Grace of Kylemora. Even if he barely entered the Temple of Truth now, his divine grace was not enough to squander it at will.

Roland's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze focused on Jeffreyla, locking him at the same time as the projection of Higgs behind him.

With Roland's soul as the hub and Kaelmora's divine grace as fuel, the clean realm quickly opened up with Roland as the center, and collided violently with the spreading chaotic space around Higgs.

The space emitted an overwhelming creaking and crunching sound in the space of the two realms.

"I am the righteous—"

As the hoarse and aging voice sounded, the divine grace around Roland stirred, and the orderly and clean realm quickly spread, dyeing the chaotic and filthy space back to its original color.

What gave Roland some headache was that the body he descended from was just a phantom. There is neither the Holy Fire nor the mercury used to cast spells, and even if you use divine magic, you must use the Divine Grace of Kaelmora. Unexpectedly, however, Roland's origin of the name "flow" is still available.

Moreover, the more things fit the concept of "flow", the easier it is to be manipulated by Roland.

Roland's origins can now even make air run at low altitudes at a speed of kilometers per second if it is at full force. The storm had the power to tear the ground apart in an instant, and the raging hurricane alone was enough to smash the walls of the fortress to pieces. It can be said that for the current Roland, the number of people has completely lost its meaning. If he was close to a volcano or an ocean, Roland could easily destroy several cities.

- But in such a narrow place, whether it is air or earth, if Roland allows them to flow, the first to be injured will undoubtedly be the people of Kelmora and Titan. These people will be Roland's people in the future, and Roland has his own weight.

However, what can be affected by flow is not limited to matter.

As soon as Roland's thought moved, the holy light around Kelmora was taken away by Roland, and it flowed in the air like flowing water.

The light of Kylemora was much lighter than that of Roland, almost as bright as the morning glimmer through the window. But no matter what the concentration is, the Holy Light is the Holy Light, and the Holy Light that comes from Roland cannot harm Roland's followers.

The faint glow of light flowed through the air under Roland's Origin control, accelerating. It took less than two seconds to go from a breeze to a storm big enough to sweep people away.

A devastating storm of light blasted directly into the realm around Geoffreyla. Everything that was polluted quickly dissolved, and the shrill howls of the hurricane sounded like a chant.

Kaelmora and Gahalad didn't feel the slightest breeze, but Geoffreyla couldn't even stand still. Crystal thorns kept piercing out of the ground, forming a towering barrier in front of him, so that he could not be blown into the air. But even so, the crystal thorns on his body quickly lost their luster, weathered and cracked, and the color of the magma-like skin became dull, and large areas of his body appeared cracked, looking like the land cracked by drought.

And around him, the polluted ground was lifted up in large swaths, the dirt soaked in black oil was completely purified by the hurricane, and the huge crystal thorns buried in the ground lost the soil where they were hiding and were exposed.

In less than three or four seconds, the filthy black dirt was completely purified, and only a huge crater remained beside Geoffella.

At this time, the hurricane condensed into an invisible giant hand, grabbed the crystal nest, and pulled it out of the ground.

After Roland grabbed Crystal Nest's body, Jeffreyla's body suddenly stiffened, and she didn't dare to move. It's as if someone has pinched the point.

Roland remembers very well that Jeffreyla should have been burned to ashes by Roland's flame when she was still Jeffrey. Even if he was reborn as an Ember Spirit, it would be nothing more than the birth of a monster that inherited all of Jeffrey's memories.

The real Jeffrey was already dead in Carral.

After his Ember Spirit was consumed by the Crystal Nest, the Crystal Nest hatched him again. Although Jeffrey is only a twilight contact, the Crystal Nest is a real twilight person, a guardian who has been transformed by Higgs's Pope's Wind Whisperer himself. It is precisely because of this relationship that Jeffrey has the possibility of becoming a twilight favorite.

Higgs could not have had such a low vision, and this level of existence was simply not worth his transformation into a dependent. Even Bernard the Skinless was nothing more than a Twilight Follower until he was resurrected by Higgs.

The current Geoffreya is nothing more than an heir born after the Crystal Nest ate the Ash Spirit Jeffrey.

Imitation of imitation, counterfeit of counterfeit - this is Jeffreyla.

The meaning of the suffix pull is "really, really, authentically", that is, Jeffreyla means "real Jeffrey".

There is no doubt that this is just Jeffreyla's self-deception.

Roland knew very well that as long as he pinched the body of the crystal nest to death, Geoffreyla would naturally die.

At this time, Roland had already felt that his body had become transparent, and his soul had a vague urge to leave his body, and his manipulation of the origin began to gradually become stiff.

It's probably that Kylemorra's divine grace is about to be exhausted.

Half a minute had passed since Roland's will descended here. In the case of a gold-level priest, he has reached the limit.

However, Roland didn't want to pinch the crystal nest to death.

Without hesitation, he drained his soul from the phantom that was almost transparent enough to see the scene behind it, and threw it directly into the crystal nest, and the projection of Higgs was even so close that he could touch it with a raised hand. His original projection instantly turned into a cloud of quicksand and dissipated into the air.

This time, without the protection of the Mentor's Holy Light, it was no surprise that Roland's soul was rapidly corrupting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the moment before falling into the abyss, Roland unexpectedly saw his past self.

That was when the City of Fortune had not yet been burned.

That's when Higgs and Nerola paid attention to Roland at the same time.

That's right...... Sometimes, Roland himself wondered what would have become of him if he had chosen Higgs at that time.

In order to reach Higgs, his skin was burned by poisonous fire; In order not to die of a collapse of his sanity by looking directly at Higgs, he gouged out his own eyes; In order to keep his original intention at all times, he pinned his hands to his chest with holy nails during prayer and wrapped them tightly with the cloth of the relics of his death.

"I'm Orlando!"

With the sound of old and dry proclamations, the dim yellow sand and dust gathered in the air, as if going back in time, and the huge clergy puppet reappeared in the air.

What exactly is the clergy doll behind Roland?

At this point, the answer is self-evident -

- That's another future, the twilight of Roland! (To be continued.) )