Chapter Ninety-Three: The Golden and Pure World (Part II)

Roland stood against the wind, and a rolling heat wave swept in.

The black robe hunted in the scorching wind that made people unable to open their eyes, and Roland's long black hair hidden in the black robe was also sucked up by the wind, and rushed towards Roland along with the cuffs and corners of the robe, as if the black monster was desperately trying to escape from Roland's side.

He squinted, and the long-awaited bright red font finally appeared in front of him-

[A gorgeous and dirty show! ] A feast of sinners' blood! 】

[Clever bird, your exaggerated acting skills and twisted mind have attracted the attention of the great being! 】

The bright red font is rough and bold, which is not the same as the usual system page font. Moreover, the size of the blood character alone is four times the size of ordinary fonts, and the color has become much brighter, and it looks like blood is dripping if you look closely.

After waiting for a while, a large and slightly smaller bright red system prompt swiped down.

[You have obtained the trait Arsonist Feast (Personal Trait)]

[You have obtained Trait Fanatic (Personal Trait)]

[You have obtained the trait Mobile Scourge (Personal Trait)]

[You killed 2,310 official-rank professionals, 841 black-iron professionals, 90 bronze-level professionals, and 3 silver-level professionals, and extracted the original power...... You end up with 9130]

[You've been loved by Higgs, who has a snake in his eyes - your Ash Disciple level is unconditionally increased by one level, and your consumption of all Ash Divine Spells is reduced by half]

[Your rank has been raised: currently Black Iron Rank (Level 11)]

After this point is displayed, the system prompt seems to stop.

But Roland was not mad by the sheer amount of experience.

Now the whole city has been burned into an empty shell. It was almost empty. Roland didn't believe that the Tree of Suffering could find anyone to absorb the life force.

Moreover, the Tree of Affliction is now soaked in a sea of fire, like a poor little sapling watered by scorching iron sap.

After that. The Tree of Crucifixion was abandoned by Higgs again, and it can be said that it has no hope of life, and it is only a matter of time before it dies.

- But it must die at the hands of Roland.

Without the slightest pause, he didn't hesitate to pull out the attribute panel and chose to upgrade the level.

[Warrior level 10, 246 XP required to advance]

"Confirm."

[Warrior Level 11.] 258 XP required to advance]

"Confirm."

……

[Warrior level 18, 342 XP required to advance]

"Confirm."

[Warrior level 19, 354 XP required to advance]

"Confirm."

[You have learned the attack stance: continuous attack]

[You have learned the defensive stance: defensive counterattack]

【Black Iron Class Level Saturation】

3270 XP instantly disappears from Roland's experience pool. A third of a city's life is wiped out in the blink of an eye.

However, Roland was not in the mood to sigh at how lowly human life was - he had raised too many levels in a short period of time, and under the sudden increase in attributes, Roland's whole body was itchy like an ant bite, and all his muscles were trembling at an extremely high frequency.

It was almost torture, and Roland almost groaned. Moaned. Fortunately, the pain lasted for a few seconds before it was swept away by a warm current.

But Roland didn't hesitate. I didn't have time to get used to the attributes of my body, and I didn't even look at the newly acquired characteristics before I opened the attributes panel again.

Because of the spiritual alienation caused by the previous Tree of Suffering, and the level of an Ash Disciple sent by Higgs, Roland has reached a terrifying 9.4 after rushing the level of the warrior to the limit of the Black Iron Rank.

This is already the level of some very poorly gifted silver-tier priests.

Now Roland only needs to raise two levels of Ash Disciples, and his perception can break through to ten points.

Roland was not pretentious in the slightest.

Without hesitation, more than five hundred experiences were smashed down, raising the level of the Ash Disciple to level 13.

Suddenly. Everything seemed different before Roland's eyes.

It's not that you can see more clearly or the colors are more vibrant, but it's fundamentally different. It's like having an extra sense.

That sense didn't give him insight into Aum's laws. But at least he could see beyond the walls of Aum and beyond—

In Roland's momentary hallucination, a huge eyeball with tens of millions of small snakes swimming in the pupil and a faceless girl in a black dress sitting on the coffin board quietly watched her choice behind her.

But when Roland suddenly turned around, he only saw a sea of fire.

From time to time, silver-edged waves poured out of the golden sea of fire, greedily licking the building.

The city of wealth, the capital of pleasure and sin, has undoubtedly turned into a purgatory on earth.

Everything is just as the epic of the Winter Elves says-

Roland stood on the mountainside, looking out at Purgatory in the deep snow, the smoke rising like a giant's kiln.

The golden heat converged into a sea of fire.

Flying goose feathers and heavy snow.

Burning town.

The town, which had been full of wails and sorrows, selfishness, greed, and jealousy, was now empty, and it burned quietly in the fire.

Except for the cracking of the hot wind in the air entangled with the cold winter wind, there was only the crackling sound of burning wood.

In this way, this sinful city was purified in the simplest and most thorough way.

No hustle and bustle, no war, no politics. The turbulence of governance.

Everything is like the city of wealth at this moment.

In the midst of the fire, but the frost is still there.

"Your Excellency."

Behind Roland, those who had been brought out of Ribblade Street by Kakarit mustered up their courage and walked up behind Roland.

After so much time, and with such a strong blow, these people who had been strongly infected by the face of the saint have now gradually regained their senses.

With a clear mind, they could also understand that such a feat of burning the city was absolutely inseparable from the man in black behind him.

Combined with miracles, priests, the Truth Society, the failure of the Great Barrier of Carral - put all these together in the details they knew, and various versions of the "truth" came out.

But unexpectedly, these people can't hate the people behind the destruction of their families, careers, relatives and friends.

Maybe it's the repeated blows that numb them.

These people may have been nightingales, bloodied killers, street thugs, murderers, and guards of order, but now they have only one identity.

That's the survivors.

Survivor of the City of Fortune.

Everyone exchanged glances, and a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and came to Roland's side.

He whispered, "Lord Orlando, we are shocked by this disaster. Or rather...... Fear. ”

"I couldn't imagine how terrible a fight between people could be, so I was unscrupulous and thought that people would die at most."

"But now ......"

The middle-aged man's words suddenly stopped.

Roland didn't look back, so he didn't know the age or appearance of the person who spoke, let alone his expression at the moment.

So Roland didn't know why he paused, but he didn't ask out loud.

"I ...... Suddenly I felt tired. Orlando-sir, you know, I used to be a killer, but now I've decided I'm not going to do it again. ”

"My wife and I plan to use our last savings to plant grapes in Fararobao, open a winery, and never kill people again."

"Our children have been blown up before. Lord Orlando, I'm very old, and I don't know if I'll ever have another child...... But it doesn't matter, I just want to live the rest of my life in peace. Because I suddenly felt that killing people was terrible. ”

"Kill someone...... It's horrible. ”

The middle-aged man whispered in Roland's ear in a low and extremely fast voice. The voice was faint and soft, but Roland heard it so clearly for some reason that he couldn't forget it.

Finally, the middle-aged man glanced deeply at Roland, dropped a sentence and turned to leave: "We plan to follow the Blood Knight Lord to Fararo and settle down there again...... Also, Mistress Kruvien said, I hope you can adjust your mood. ”

With this sentence, two lines of shallow and almost silvery-white system prompts appeared in front of Roland's eyes.

[Voter Trial Completed]

[Please fall asleep as soon as possible and be ready to accept the template conversion]

Roland looked at the golden and pure world in front of him in a daze, and two lines of tears unconsciously slipped down from the corners of his eyes.

"Joseph."

Roland spoke, his voice calm beyond his own expectations.

"Orlando ...... No, master, I'm here. ”

Joseph Sr. bowed his head respectfully.

"You say, how beautiful is this."

Roland's voice was almost dreamy.

Although the elect trial was successful, only Roland himself knew that it was a failed redemption.

A city is destroyed, but no one is saved; Roland, who was a loser, was forgiven by the Elder Sleeper.

Accustomed to trampling on the souls of innocent people and burying their families with their lives......

When did I become an unforgivable demon?

Finally couldn't hold back the emotions surging in his heart, Roland suddenly cried, covered his cheeks with his hands, and couldn't cry.

He finally realized that he might never be redeemed.

"A crying demon...... No matter how you listen to it, it's all at home.,With such a guy as the protagonist.,No matter what kind of novel game or whatever, you probably won't be able to live.。 ”

The demon who wanted to save the world cried and laughed. (To be continued......)

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