A trace of frosty white gradually appeared in the air around Roland.

Before Elukado could rush over, a large fog of white frost appeared out of thin air around Roland, spreading rapidly—in the blink of an eye, it was already connected, completely obscuring Roland's figure.

It's like a disaster movie with the sound turned off. Within the scope of the silent prayer, only the song of "Roland" resounded in the sky. The silent, but knife-sharp northland wind appeared from Roland's side for no reason, completely encircling Roland in a spiral, and swept into the air.

The raging frost-white hurricane was already spreading unstoppably to the surrounding area.

In less than a second, the white hurricane had begun to spread dozens of times. The trees within a hundred meters of Roland were violently blown by the wind, and even the trunks were bent down, and they were visibly covered with white frost, frozen, and then shattered into slag.

If viewed from above, the frost-white hurricane was the narrowest around Roland. The hurricane formed a funnel-shaped and began to spread out at an altitude of thousands of meters, and when it finally touched the barrier of the White Tower, it had already spread into a violent storm that swept thousands of meters.

But fortunately, the chill in the hurricane has almost dissipated at that height. The barrier of the White Tower had already been firmly obscured before even the runes lit up.

However, the north wind on the ground was bitterly cold.

The stars suspended high and low in the air and the dark gray light around Roland were gradually blown by the cold wind, condensing into frozen steel needles and obsidian feathers wrapped in the cold wind.

Elukado's body trembled violently in the storm, as if it would be blown out directly in the next second.

This would have been impossible.

It's just a storm. Elukado can break it with just one punch.

However, it can't be done.

It's not that it's unbreakable. But you can't touch it.

Whatever the reason, trying to rebel against the fate of eternal sleep that will eventually usher in all things. The spirits of the undead, who flee death and return to the world what they have demanded from the world, are unquestionably filthy.

And what is surging around Roland is incomparably pure purity.

What the Elder Sleep Guru said. The flesh of man is unclean, so it cannot be used as a sacrifice to God. When a man dies, he will turn to dust, so the dust of the earth will be unclean, and everything that touches it will be unclean.

She said that a man must walk with his feet and hands covered and his face covered in order to be clean and not defiled by dust—

And Roland, whose whole body is filled with the concept of complete "cleanness", purifies all unclean existence as long as it exists.

Just being stared at by "Roland" with no emotion. The flesh and skin of her body burned violently, emitting a fishy, burnt smell in the blazing white flames. But the aura only drifted into the air, and then it melted away in an instant.

The invisible, pure air around Roland was carried by the wind, diffusing throughout the swirling tornado.

Suddenly, even the hurricane around him became pure. Elukado was completely excluded.

If you want to break this distinction, you need to have the power to break even the boundaries between purity and impurity.

To put it simply, Elukado's brute strength must be strong enough to break through the Origin and shatter the illusory concept.

At that point, even pure violence will be sublimated into a concept.

Obviously, Elukado certainly couldn't have this kind of power.

If she had the ability. The chain of oath bindings that Tyr had imitated in the first place would not have been able to bind her.

Unless it's Elukado as a "natural disaster" - as the embodiment of the phenomenon of destruction, she has enough personality to ignore some imperfect laws.

Realizing this, Elukado's alienation deepened again.

Her skin began to turn blood-red, not just her eyes.

Bright red web-like tumors like cobwebs, ganglions, or tree roots crawled out of her eye sockets. clinging to her face like tentacles.

After that, her skin quickly turned from blood red to almost blackened scarlet, while her eyes turned completely black. The black runes that covered her body were instantly dyed bright red. It swells up high and hooks up with each other on the surface of the body. It's like a second set of muscles.

Her figure is still slender, but the explosiveness in it is clearly visible.

Same color as blood. But a fluid as thick as oil oozed from the tumor, rolling all over her body.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the beauty of Elukado's body gradually peeled away, and the intellect burned, turning into pure bestiality. The scarlet, pitch-black figure was no different from the Demon God.

It was Elukado's body spontaneously, turning the whole process of sealing her power upside down little by little.

- It was a gesture closer to Elukado's original form. But she didn't give up on her Scarlet Crusade power.

Counting only the damage to living beings, it is even more powerful than her original form.

She cracked her mouth, revealing sharp teeth big enough to easily shred bones, and let out a silent growl.

The air around Elukado trembled violently for a moment. But in the end, her voice was firmly banned.

But there were about a dozen starlights suspended in the air, frozen into ice needles, as if they were impacted by an invisible force, and they swayed and shattered.

She stomped the ground again, and in the silence of the world, spider web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the ground.

Elukado turned into a scarlet light again, and struck the monster that had hatched from Roland's shell with blazing white flames.

Roland's posture became more and more sacred.

The dark gray runes on his body grew deeper and deeper, almost completely black. And the tip of His foot lightly touched the void, as if he were stepping on a land that no mortal could see.

It was an atavistic phenomenon that occurred during the Origin Rampage. Like the molten sage that Marco incarnated.

Roland's current posture is like that of the Angel of Death created by the Sleeping Mentor.

That was the origin of the profession of the Death Crow.

It was the executioner of a living creature with a divine posture, the only guardian of the underworld.

It was the highest-ranking oracle in the system of the Sleeping Masters—they could even determine the day of the destruction of all things.

If one day they think that the world has been invaded by twilight, they will sound the trumpet of doom on the earth, and the underworld will come down on the world and reset everything.

As long as there is life, there is no possibility of stopping them.

For every living creature shall perish.

"覿埀; aXun Candle IK0%?笊鴭僕^>?' Uhhh

His indifferent eyes fixed on Elukado, and once again he sang an incomprehensible, angelic song.

Suddenly, Elukado froze in place.

This time, even fear inevitably appeared in her eyes.

The smell of decay in all things is blowing in the face.

The dark world unfolded before her. The smell of corruption that could be vaguely smelled finally formed a substantial black mist, wrapping around the frost-white ice storm released by Roland.

It's like cutting off a person's head and throwing the body into the water. The frosty white ice storm was infected with black mist, and at an extremely fast rate, and every, it turned the entire white storm completely black.

The sky seemed to fall. The black storm completely obscured the daylight.

Even the snow-white frost beneath Elukado's feet turned black.

"T?, Boom! ”

Like an accusation, like a roar, he gave a pleasant but majestic voice to Elukado with indifference and ruthlessness.

The voice resounded through the sky—

It wasn't just where He and Elukado were, it reverberated throughout the White Tower.

Surprised, the people looked towards where Elukado was, only to find that the sky had completely darkened in silence.

Finally, the entire White Tower discovered the vision.

Panic, turmoil, rage.

This time, however, there was no astrological wizard to answer their questions.

The second tower seemed to be an empty shell, dead silent.

Finally, after a brief period of confusion, the wizards were instructed by Anville - (To be continued.) )