"I killed Kruvien. Just now. ”

Old Joseph's first words made Roland's pupils shrink to the extreme in an instant.

“…… So, how do you prove it? ”

Roland was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke, asking softly in a soft tone.

"I was cut in half by Kruvien's shield."

Old Joseph replied crisply.

Roland's eyes narrowed slightly.

A faint killing intent rose from Roland's heart, and silver-gray flames slowly ignited from the bottom of his eyes.

"Thank you very much, Lord Orlando. If you hadn't come to your rescue, I would have been beheaded and killed. ”

Old Joseph didn't seem to notice Roland's killing intent, but knelt on the ground and replied in a sincere tone.

He didn't have the weakness of heart or anger that characterizes betrayers. His eyes were clear, even much clearer than when he first left the City of Fortune.

Those eyes were more like mirrors than the naked eye. It is the cold beauty peculiar to inorganic matter.

But compared to those eyes, Roland smelled something abnormal more from the thing itself.

The most important point - Joseph Sr. had no reason to kill Cruvine.

In Roland's view, there was no conflict of interest between the two of them. Even before today, the two of them had only met once.

And the assassins who came out of the dark gods were all self-interested people.

Specifically, they don't bother with a goal that doesn't make money.

So, why did Joseph Sr. kill Cruvien?

If he had bad intentions when he defected to Roland, then how could he have been approved by the Sleeping Mentor?

It was precisely because Roland felt that things might not be simple that he calmed down and interrogated Joseph Sr.

Otherwise, even if Roland doesn't have enough people at hand now, it is impossible to spare his life.

The so-called non-killing is not enough to strictly discipline.

"There's no hurry. Don't rush to thank me just yet. ”

Roland smiled softly. The voice grew cold: "I'll give you three minutes to convince me." ”

At the same time, the icy air suddenly pressed down, bringing a heavy pressure that seemed to be substantial.

Old Joseph suddenly showed a palpable look of pain.

That was the residual effect of the frost-covered prayer.

Although the ability to actively open the rift to Frost-Covered Hell has long since reached its time limit, the breath of Frost-Covered Hell will still haunt Roland's soul until Roland uses a new prayer, such as the Prayer of Despair.

With a single thought, Roland was able to reactivate the active effect of the Frost Prayer.

But actually. Roland is not just trying to intimidate Joseph Sr.

In Roland's magical perception horizon, the scorched earth-like aura of Despair Hell was now tightly wrapped around Joseph Sr.'s soul like a spider's web. His aging soul was now being scorched by the scorching breath, and each second was weaker than the last.

Roland was convinced that even with Joseph Sr.'s aging soul, he would not survive even five minutes when he opened the prayer of despair but did not absorb the soul.

Martyrs cannot subjectively terminate their spells until they reach the Golden Tier.

And in Roland's view, Joseph Sr.'s inauguration as a martyr was a waste. At his age. It is completely impossible to exert the extreme power of this class.

The martyr is fully worthy of the name of this profession. Before their souls burn out, they can fully exert their combat effectiveness close to that of their peers.

They are the most explosive class in the sect of the Elder Sleep Mentor, and they are also the dominant force in slaying false gods in the early stages of the Plague Revival. Once formed, they can almost exert the power to destroy the world.

Especially the martyrs in the prime of life, they are almost like a human figure. Bounce the same.

If Joseph Sr. completely freed the poisonous fire of desperate prayers, his already aging soul would be able to exert the destructive power of multiple gold-level divine arts professionals in a short period of time. Not to mention the terrifying power that those young and pure souls can exert themselves.

But at the price, the power that has been passed down from generation to generation in their souls will also be burned out with their souls.

This kind of saint believer who is like a consumable is extremely expensive. In order to be a martyr, one must have five rare traits: "extremely religious", "fanatical", "cruel thinking", "executing hand", and "sacrificer".

If the layout is reasonable. Roland can even forcibly kill a long-awakened professional with a young martyr who has just entered the Golden Rank.

Let's say, the Tree of Suffering.

If he could, Roland naturally didn't want Joseph Sr. to die in such a place.

Although Roland's frost-covered prayer would have caused Joseph Sr. to feel more pain than burning his soul, it could actually extinguish the poisonous fire brought about by the prayer of hope. Intuitively, the gray liquid flame on Joseph Sr.'s shoulder seemed to be blown by a strong wind, trembling violently. It is subsequently extinguished.

But old Joseph didn't know about it.

He only felt an invisible and insubstantial cold murderous aura penetrate his body, and the body that had been bowed down to show humility was now as if it had been nailed down, and he couldn't even raise his head.

Joseph Sr. even had the illusion that his internal organs were frosted.

However, if you want to explain, three minutes is enough.

Joseph Sr. endured the pain of the cold wind that pierced his body like a sword. "Lord Orlando!" shouted, "Lord Orlando! That guy Cruvien betrayed you! ”

Suddenly, the formless and insubstantial cold stopped flowing.

It was clear that the temperature of the air had not decreased in the slightest, nor had it risen now, but old Joseph felt as if he had been frostbitten, and felt that his whole body had the illusion of heat and itching.

"Kruvien has long been suspicious of you, and when I met him on the street, he was asking Claudia about the Sleeping Mentor......"

Old Joseph said as he raised his head and stared straight into Roland's eyes. It seems like I want to see something out of it.

To his surprise, Roland didn't seem to be angry or saddened by his killing of Cruvine. This satisfied Joseph Sr., but at the same time made him feel a little lost.

"Do you have any other reasons?"

“…… Nope. In my opinion, that is enough. ”

Without fear, Joseph said, "With all due respect...... Lord Orlando, you don't need friends, that will only make you weak. ”

"Two people must be equal in status in order to be called friends; And being on an equal footing with you is not fair to those of us who have pledged allegiance to you. ”

Roland burst out laughing.

"The last sentence is your true words, right?"

He did not shy away from turning his words into a sharp blade that pierced through Joseph's disguise.

“……”

Joseph's gaze did not evade, neither acknowledging nor denying, and he looked at Roland like this.

He watched silently as Roland stretched out his right hand and took the sword of the staff, and ejected the sharp blade.

"Joseph, I ask you, where is your loyalty?"

Roland asked in a solemn voice.

"I'm with you."

Without hesitation, Joseph replied.

Roland put his sword on Joseph's neck and asked again, "So, if I want to kill you, do you have any complaints?" ”

"It's a great honor."

Joseph replied steadfastly and sincerely.

There was no adulteration in that answer—if Roland could kill himself so easily, it would undoubtedly mean that the effect that Joseph wanted had been achieved.

Roland is about to become the iron-blooded, cold-blooded monster of his dreams, and Joseph himself is one of the sacrifices of the monster's birth.

Silver-white flames silently ignited from the blade.

He watched as Roland withdrew the staff sword slightly, slashing at his forehead, his pupils dilated slightly.

In the next moment, his forehead was about to be sliced horizontally by the sharp blade. From this point of view, it is possible to leave a complete brain, and it may not die immediately.

Yes...... Are you going to die?

Joseph Sr. felt a sense of his fate that lay ahead.

It's just a pity...... Didn't see ......

"-Huh?"

Old Joseph felt in disbelief that the sword was about to open a skylight for his head, but it suddenly shrank back.

The sharp blade cut a shallow streak of blood on his forehead, and it took a second for the blood to begin to seep out.

Old Joseph felt the blade stop at the center of his brow, and his forehead tingled uncontrollably.

"-So, if I want to take away your affection, do you have any complaints?"

Roland asked word by word. (To be continued......)