The gray-white hurricane let out a terrible scream and slammed into Roland.

The wind rolls up, everything falls, and thousands of miles of beings scream.

Like a tsunami of billions of dead souls, it is reminiscent of a hurricane of death.

It was a powerful force that could destroy cities and cities in an instant, and overturn the land—

In an ordinary country, this hurricane would be enough to uproot multiple cities. In just a quarter of an hour, a raging hurricane can wipe out everything on earth.

As the hurricane drew closer, Roland clearly felt that some great and chaotic will was coming.

He had thought that the circling hurricane was violent enough...... But compared to this time, the hurricane at that time was as cute as a sleeping girl.

The terrible hurricane, which had only roared and circled within two or three hundred meters before, immediately roared and spread out in all directions after being provoked by Roland.

The crystal wall that could have imprisoned it was now shattered without the slightest resistance in front of it.

Flesh and buildings were instantly torn apart by a storm of blades. The high-strength crystal walls that can withstand the full force of a swordsman of the highest spire level are even more fragile than parchment.

It was precisely because Roland was only half a step away from stepping into the Supreme Spire that he could be sure that it was definitely not the power that the powerhouses of the Supreme Spire could possess.

In fact, it was not the destruction of everything with a great destructive force, but the covering of the old world with a new world—

That's already a level of power on the side of the gods.

Changes in events, the operation of the flow of time, the creation of new laws, and other forces that can create world levels are called the power of the Scepter.

If the origin is "attainable through such relevance", then the scepter is "because of such power, it is natural to be achieved".

In terms of game explanation, it is the gap between the permission of the hang and the GM.

Roland, who was only at the level of the Temple of Truth, could not compete with that gray-white hurricane at all.

Even distorting the space around you, distorting the distance between you and the hurricane, won't help. A whistling gray-white hurricane can shatter the effects of any origin, along with the matter itself. Even if the crystal wall is infused with the Silver Queen's unique [Unchanging] power.

Even the undead who possess an immortal body cannot be resurrected once they are powdered by this hurricane.

For a while, the wails of the undead were incessant, and they crossed the space and entered Roland's heart.

The white thorns on his forehead shone with brilliant brilliance, and the pain of having his soul annihilated continued to reach Roland's mind through the pale silver seal. Once, hundreds, thousands of times—the pain of the death of countless undead was completely shared in Roland's heart.

Enduring unimaginable pain to mortals, Roland fell silent.

The illusion that the bones seem to have been ground into powder.

The illusion that the blood is boiling.

The illusion that the internal organs are ravaged and repeatedly bombarded with heavy objects.

The mercury all over his body boiled with pain, and a shiny film gradually appeared on his skin.

However, he did not tremble in the slightest and did not take a step back.

“…… Sister, is this what you want me to learn? ”

Roland muttered, looking up at the storm, his eyes flickering with a silvery white light.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and pointed at the hurricane: "Well, I think I understand." ”

"Here I will raise the cup of salvation and shout the name of miracles—"

Suddenly he opened his mouth and prayed softly.

For a moment, it was as if the whole world stood still.

At the moment of pause, the dim yellow sand dust seemed to gather in an instant, roaring to form a huge human figure thousands of meters high and reaching into the sky.

The somewhat abstract figure 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.

The so-called standing up to the sky and the earth is like this-

In front of the giant, even the hurricane lost its power.

He held the crystal scepter in his hand high, and the giant behind him suddenly emitted a thousand rays of light.

Like the light of the primordial fire, it illuminates the heavens and the earth in just a moment.

The wall of Aum in the sky was instantly activated, and brilliant colored runes hooked up with each other to form strange patterns. The aurora-like mist slowly sank, trying to saturate the gray-white hurricane.

However, at this moment, the storm suddenly became furious, and let out a terrifying roar, and the surrounding scene was completely distorted and deformed, and the earth was completely cracked in an instant, and dense cracks appeared on the ground and then turned into powder.

"Witness to My great miracles. I will fulfill my great vow among all the people! ”

Roland's voice grew from low to high, and then overshadowed the roar of the hurricane.

Light flowed from him.

It was the primordial light. That's infinite light.

It was not the air that flowed, but the supreme purity that flowed from Roland's soul.

It is the source of human creation, the source of life, the oldest thing that exists.

That is the authority of the tree of life.

The Kabbalah sets limits for mortals and restricts human creativity, not out of fear of human ambition, but of their own collapse.

Fundamentally, the human soul yearns for progress.

If they know that they have the way forward and upward, they can pay for it, no matter how many lives. After that, they begin to be dissatisfied with their own limits – whether they are tangible beings or intangible talents.

Then, they undergo uncontrollable distortion. Their bodies, souls, and even their own persons will be shattered and destroyed.

And Kabbalah's authority can close the limits of everything, turn the infinite into the finite, and then redefine the infinite.

It's a process of magnifying the small. Regardless of the Honkai, the Kabbalah can repeatedly amplify their limited talents almost infinitely, achieving an artificial dusk that is infinitely close to dusk.

In other words, it is to take the body and soul of the supreme as the salary, and the faith of mortals as the fire, in an infinitely small space and time, in exchange for infinite power.

- Those who are longed for should be dedicated.

This is the principle of this world, which Kabbalah has repeatedly imprinted in the world with his authority.

Roland took a deep breath, and the silver-white flame in his eyes was instantly extinguished.

No, that's not extinguishing, it's sinking in.

From the body, it sank into the soul-

"I hold the authority of Kabbalah, be afraid, and retreat at once!"

Roland read it over and over again, and walked forward without hesitation.

A white flame gradually rose around him, burning from the dim yellow giant behind him.

He sang a hymn of dedication, alone and facing a hurricane like an army, but without fear.

"Fear me, the wrongdoers. Let the people of twilight fear me! ”

With the sound of glass shattering, the giant behind Roland was finally completely covered in pure white flames.

Then it flowed and collapsed, like the sea, towards the hurricane.

It was the power of origin that had reached the limit of the supreme minaret.

That is the authority of the Kabbalah, who is close to 100 percent progress.

Roland's chant resounded through the sky, echoing through the sky of Faennes.

"—because I am the righteous!" (To be continued.) )