The dark, airtight basement was filled with the smell of decay.

The smell of damp and rotting leaven wood, along with the smell of mold and dust, mingled with the not so fresh air.

Roland half-leaned on the cross behind him, his arms tied to it relaxed slightly, and he adjusted his sitting posture slightly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled with pleasure. His head rested on the cross behind him, looking down at the air in front of him.

As if he were not a prisoner, but a warden with a steel whip, Roland condescendingly surveyed the darkness before him.

When Esther left before, the strange black shadow that appeared on the wall was not ignored by Roland.

“…… Scold. ”

Suddenly, Roland cracked the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

The darkness around him squirmed. The smell of fish came from the wind.

Roland didn't panic in the slightest, but took a deep breath.

- It was the fishy smell of dead fish, mixed with a hint of carrion.

"Found you......"

As if the death sentence had been pronounced, Roland said softly.

In an instant, a silver-white flame emerged from Roland's forehead, burning it like a carving knife on Roland's skin, quickly writing something. Mercury-like runes appeared on his forehead, intertwined to form thorn-like lines.

Suddenly, the surrounding black fog seemed to be angered by Roland. The viscous black liquid condensed into whips and blades, stabbing at Roland from all sides!

"—Get out!"

Roland shouted in a low voice, like thunder.

When the black mud approached Roland to a limit, a vague silver halo like a hallucination suddenly flashed on Roland's body.

The silvery halo was like a substantial bulwark. The black mud suddenly stopped in the air for a moment.

Subsequently. In the crackling silver lightning, the black mud suspended in the air was suddenly ejected back.

At the same time that the black mud was ejected away, away from Roland. The glow on Roland's body diminished.

The black mud was inactive the moment it was struck by the lightning. It fell to the ground like a real lump of sludge, exploding in a circle on the ground in a direction away from Roland.

That's not magic. It is the shelter of the power of the guru.

After Roland arrives at the Silver Tier. His soul was changing.

If it were an ordinary priest, now would be the first time they could communicate with the gods.

It is conceivable how close Roland is to the Sleeping Mentor today.

Now, whoever tries to attack Roland will be counterattacked by the surging divine power that wraps around Roland.

And just Roland's passive counterattack knocked the opponent unconscious - there is only one possibility, that is, Roland's strength just restrains this aggregate of formless and insubstantial black mud.

In other words, the other party is either an undead or a dead person, or else a dusk seed.

Considering the white tower where I am at the moment. After counting the sticky malice of the other party and the hatred that gradually began to boil in Roland's heart, the correct answer was already about to be revealed.

It is a dusk species.

To be precise, it was the Twilight Dependents, the enemy of Kabbalah - Edward.

"What courage brought you close to a mourner? Do you think I'm still the trainee mourner? ”

Roland sneered, and a cold aura gradually rose around him.

From where Roland touched the ground, the ground gradually froze into ice while making a gurgling sound.

A murderous cold smile appeared on Roland's face.

The urge to kill the other party gradually rose in Roland's heart no matter what.

"Want to kill me? Want to kill me before I become a crow? ”

Roland's voice seemed to come from hell, carrying the frosty white cold wind that suddenly rolled up, whistling in all directions.

Just for a moment. The black mud was covered in frost-white frost. But nothing happened, as if what Roland was freezing at the moment was only real sludge.

It's like the priest of Tyre who is inexplicably furious when he sees something unrighteous. Unlike the Templars, the gods do not accept only certain factions of priests, and even the greatest gods will have priests who use their banner to deceive and do all kinds of evil.

But. As the priest's divine power becomes purer, the essence of his soul will get closer and closer to the gods. And the charisms that flow in the blood will also bring the preferences of the gods to the priest together.

And at this moment, Roland faced the twilight seed, the disgust from his own experience, the disgust from the soul that began to change, and the disgust from the silver-gray divine grace flowing all over his body merged at this moment.

Just like before when I was in the tomb of a thousand heads. The silver-gray light in Roland's eyes gradually shone brightly.

His voice suddenly raised: "Don't you reply?" Playing dead? Want to sneak attack? ”

"—Want to die once and see? Edward! ”

Before the words fell, the cold wind around Roland blew more and more bitterly.

The temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the black mud cracked in an instant. And at this moment, the frost-white wind that emerged from Roland's side, which was truly from hell, had already appeared in the air.

As Roland said before. The black mud leaped up the moment before it was struck by the frosty white wind, condensing into a human form in the air. Retreat again and again.

Roland didn't give up the attack.

Ice picks the size of a baby's little finger, more than half a meter high, kept piercing from the ground, and the man who had just emerged from the black mud dodged with great difficulty in the small space.

And Roland was extremely relaxed at the moment.

He squinted slightly, leaned motionlessly on the cross behind him, and put all the weight of his body on it, his expression relaxed. If it weren't for the mercury-like condensed and flowing killing intent in his slightly narrowed eyes, some people would probably think that Roland was asleep.

On the other hand, Edward's dodge is getting harder and harder.

This basement is only 10 square meters in size. Even if Edward could fly, Ice Spikes would continue to grow on the Ice Spikes. And Edward didn't dare to approach Roland, who was undergoing a soul mutation. Defeat is only a matter of time.

There were two times before when he wanted to test the counterattack distance and power of the divine power around Roland, but he was accidentally rubbed twice by the silver lightning on Roland's body.

The result was a small splinter of silver spider webs on his left leg and shoulder.

Not only is it impossible to exert force, but it is also impossible to even break away from the human form and turn back into black mud.

Finally, because the silver splinter on his left leg made his dodge suddenly stuck. All of a sudden, his right foot was pierced by three ice spikes at the same time.

The next moment, he was dragged to the ground in embarrassment. His right leg was bent, his right foot was instep, his left leg knee, kidney, and liver were pierced by large ice picks at the same time.

His entire lower body was pinned to the ground by ice spikes.

“…… Ah, Lord Roland, is it, the first meeting. It seems that I came here recklessly, I didn't expect you to grow so fast at all. ”

As if he didn't feel pain and didn't feel harm, Edward turned his head with a smile and greeted Roland warmly as if he had not seen him for many years: "I remember that it was only half a month." When you were in the Thousand Tombs, you were obviously just an apprentice. ”

That's a real back-to-the-mill. His neck twisted more than a hundred and eighty degrees, and he turned from the side that was farther away from Roland.

- Creepy smile.

"Are you here to kill me?"

"That's right. If I don't kill you sooner, it will be bad if I let it grow up. ”

Edward replied with a wry smile, "But now it seems that it is also a little late?" ”

"Hah...... Do you think I'll believe it? This stupid reason. ”

But Roland laughed softly as if he were a child who had seen a clown perform. His muffled voice, which had been full of murderous aura, gradually became clearer.

The killing intent in his eyes gradually faded. The clean air that had boiled around him before gradually calmed down, completely purifying the dusty ground around Roland.

"First meeting, Edward. Crowley. ”

Roland didn't open his eyes, but simply closed them and leaned on the cross behind him with his face up.

His speech grew slower and clearer, as if time had been frozen as well: "No, the enemy of Kabbalah—"

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Plot Branch——

A) "—Rest in peace." ”

B) "I can spare your life." (To be continued.) )