Having detached itself from the earth, the Tree of Crucifixion withered at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Its golden skin loses water at an extremely rapid rate, becoming dry and yellowish; His golden oak leaves turned to ashes, and the pure white mistletoe that wound around it quickly withered and blackened as if it had been scorched by flames.

Followers of Twilight who believe in Higgs are strong or weak in immortality. Soul-based immortality aside, those based on flesh. The immortality of the body basically has the same solution, and that is to leave the earth completely.

Higgs is the father of the former Gaia, the creator of the Wall of Gaia, and the earth is undoubtedly his home turf. As long as His followers stand on the earth, He will provide them with a constant source of strength.

The easiest way to do this is to choke them by the throat and drag them off the ground. After that, the other immortals will be cracked one by one. After all, the immortality of the Followers of Twilight is far weaker than that of the Followers of Twilight, and it is much easier to solve than the latter.

Watching the Tree of Affliction struggle under Elukado's pinch, quickly withering and withering, Roland finally breathed a sigh of relief. As the alienation in his body quickly faded, a trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

Don't look at Roland as if he didn't do anything, he just summoned Joseph's Holy Spirit. In fact, forcibly dispelling the divine blessing of the Hall of Truth with the Silver Rank, if Roland hadn't made himself go berserk, his personality would definitely not have been able to do this.

Just like in the previous match against Bernard, in the face of Higgs's followers, Roland's heart was once again filled with murderous intent from his mentor. But this time is a little different from the last time.

Maybe it was because I was polluted by Higgs once before, and my heart became much stronger. This time, Roland made his origin rampant, and faced the infection of his mentor's murderous intent again. He didn't even lose his mind. Even so, of course. Roland's attempt to control his body also took a huge amount of energy.

He became more and more affirmative of the teacher's judgment of some standards.

Take Roland, for example. The more Roland did something that was out of discipline, the more pleasing the mentor became; The more Roland was angry, sad, or filled with some kind of determined and violently fluctuating emotion, the more excited the mentor became. On the contrary, while Roland remained calm and had the chance of victory, the mentor did not seem to be of much nature.

…… It's a bad taste.

Roland sighed deeply.

He had heard that because Orm had taken the characteristics of dusk into account when he created the Sleeping Mentor, the Sleeping Mentor had become the Sage closest to dusk.

Among all the saints. Her incarnation is the closest thing to a mortal. Both the face is always full of ecstasy and the hand is dead. The executioner, whether he is a gravedigger who is old and always sighing, or a grave keeper who has no facial features, is elegant and lazy, all appear in the form of human beings.

Even though the three incarnations of the Sleeping Mentor are full of weirdness from a human point of view, she is already the closest to a human being compared to the Kabbalah Tree in the form of a tree, the Father of Gaia, who is incarnated in a golden oak tree entwined by a giant serpent, or the Covenant Maker who is revealed in front of a golden stone tablet.

She is also the Sage who is most interested in mortals, the only Sage who is interested in the poetry of humans. The only saint who asks a priest to compose a hymn.

She is too human compared to other Sages. But anyone can see that her humanity is nothing more than a counterfeit of imitation, but she has an interest in imitating human beings. It's creepy enough.

Watching Joseph's huge human form gradually dissipate into the air, Roland didn't notice. His attention was all taken away from something else.

- When Roland withdrew from the state of the Angel of Death this time, a strange vision flashed before his eyes.

There seemed to be an endless stream of scorching sand and dust flashing before Roland's eyes. Something faint yellow with the hot wind gathered together. It roared and formed a huge abstract human figure thousands of meters high that reached into the sky. In His presence, the Tree of Crucifixion was as small as a child.

But. That vision lasted only a moment. Roland could only see that the giant looked somewhat like an ascetic with his mouth sewn up. His hands were tied with ropes around his chest in prayer, and his long, dusty hair danced in all directions.

- For the first time. Roland thought of the dim yellow figure that appeared behind him during his duel with Bernard.

…… Does this mean anything?

Roland realized that the incident seemed to have some special significance. He couldn't help but secretly keep a thought.

But until then, there are more important things waiting for Roland to solve.

Everything in the city of wealth should be settled.

"Elukado, that's enough...... Come back. ”

Roland read softly.

The black-and-red monster nodded respectfully, threw the Tree of Affliction to the ground, and retreated.

The vines of the Tree of Affliction have withered and turned to ashes. All that remains is a one-meter-high stump, and a lignified male head embedded in a third of it.

The remains of the Tree of Affliction struggled, wriggling and trembling like worms, trying to bury themselves in the earth again. But that's something it can't do without vines, roots and arms. Then it let out a sharp, trembling scream.

It squirmed through countless crosses, stumbling upon the remains of a mutilated knight. It was as if it had found a promised land, desperately trying to stab itself into it, but it could only shake and could do nothing.

"Pathetic monster."

Roland sighed and walked forward slowly. At each cross, Roland paused, whispered a prayer for it, and moved on.

Behind him, a silver glow surged up like starlight. Above Roland's head, something transparent flashed away.

The languished figure in the black robe silently drew the Decapitator's sword, raised it alof, and then fell heavily.

One, two, three.

Wood slag splashing. The wooden, middle-aged man screamed and opened his eyes, meeting Roland's eyes.

The man couldn't help but be stunned.

But in the next moment, his head was smashed by Roland. Very evenly and meticulously, Roland patiently smashed the entire dead wood into slag, and the breeze of white butterflies flying in the sky sprinkled throughout the city.

He then drove the decapitator's sword into the ground and prayed softly in a voice small enough only he could hear.

The silver-white flame gradually ignited, burning quietly along the whole city with sawdust. The white crosses shimmered warmly in the light of the flame.

Elukado, Lilia, and Gahalad watched the scene in silence, their faces solemn.

Gahalad removed his helmet and bowed his head in silence with Lilia.

And Elukado's eyes gleamed with water. There seemed to be another similar figure in her eyes.

In Roland's line of sight, a system prompt emerged.

[Shut them up (3/4)]

[Twilight Crusade——]

Along with the death of the Tree of Suffering, there is a large number of rewards below. If it were a normal day, Roland must have already shown a smug and happy smile.

But at this moment, Roland's attention was not here at all.

He stared blankly at the city that burned with the silver flame.

The silver-white flame was gradually extinguished. Around the crosses, blue, pink, bright yellow, red, white...... Countless flowers from different seasons grow from the remains of the Tree of Suffering, full of life. Huge holes are filled with flowers, and illusory crosses are solidified. The ruined city of wealth has become a field full of life in just a moment, and it seems that everything can start from scratch.

Needless to say, it must not have been what Roland did.

In an instant, the miracle of such a life can only be described as a miracle.

Suddenly, Roland felt someone behind him gently hug him. It was a soft body without the slightest warmth, but it gave Roland a motherly warmth.

Roland's body leaned forward slightly under the impact, and long strands of black hair spilled from his shoulders along his neck and fell to the ground.

Roland didn't look back.

Because he knows that the person behind him will never be the person he expects.

"Let's go," Roland said suddenly, dissipating the embrace he had embraced like an illusion, "let's go to Bansa." (To be continued.) )

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