"As you said, there are more evils in this world that need to be eliminated besides those bastard gods," Marco's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and finally shone with an almost brilliant light, "big nobles, small lords, military ruffians, profiteers...... And many, many more. ”

"Humanity is suffering oppression in all directions, and to fight only for the independence of people's beliefs is to give up those who endure other suffering."

"Lord Orlando, as crazy as your actions may seem, I can see that you have a truly great soul like Lord Palbchiko."

"Wait," Roland finally couldn't help but interrupt, "Mr. Marco, what are you trying to do with all this?" ”

Roland had a bad premonition.

…… Marco isn't going to go straight to the Hall of Truth, is it?

What Roland couldn't accept the most was that with Mark's willpower, it was really possible......

Once they have found the truth that they can carry out for a lifetime, and have the power to accomplish it, the spiritual experience will lose its meaning, and the awakened will step directly into the temple of truth.

Translated in human terms, it means that after a professional comes into contact with the origin, as long as the will is firm enough and the highest attribute point exceeds thirty points, it is possible to cross the experience of the path of awakening and directly enter the Hall of Truth.

And the key to this possibility lies in their obsession.

Roland only felt at the moment that he seemed to have said something that he shouldn't have said......

Mark's bandit-like face now flashed like a saint: "I feel it necessary to show you fully what I have learned from your teachings, to prove that I have not misinterpreted your painstaking efforts. ”

…… No, what did I teach you again?

Roland felt like he was going crazy.

What Mark said was nothing to say in the first place.

Roland was just talking gibberish. He didn't believe that Mark's intellect couldn't see it.

Seriously, if it weren't for Roland, he knew that Marco wasn't that kind of person. He would even think that Marco was playing tricks on him now.

"With all due respect, don't you think you're being a little too lenient?"

Roland finally couldn't help but ask, "Everyone is in a different position. Naturally, I don't think the same way. You think you're doing it for their good, but they don't necessarily feel that way. ”

"The leader of the dictator, the blasphemer, the mob...... These crimes equivalent to the death penalty will be like a magnet on your name, and you can't get rid of it if you want to. ”

In the face of Roland's accusation, Marco only shook his head slightly: "Even so, I think there should always be something that can burn everything that is not clean." ”

"Unclean things? People want to burn their bodies! ”

Roland only felt a hard poke somewhere in his heart.

Suddenly, a nameless fire surged from Roland's heart.

He was originally trying to deal with Marco, but at this moment he became inexplicably excited: "You burn all the right in exchange for a world without mistakes." And what's the use? Write an epitaph for humanity without typos? ”

"You know, no mistake doesn't mean right!"

"Nope! No mistake is right! ”

Marco's voice and Roland's voice grew louder and louder as they spoke, and at the end it was as powerful as a dragon's roar.

Hearing this, Roland finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the corners of his mouth slid up to reveal a mocking arc.

He finally understood what kind of man Marco was.

Innocent and cruel, cold-blooded and hot-blooded.

He is more of a "fighter" than a religious leader.

In other words, a late-stage middle two disease.

But there is a good saying, only those who do not have the strength to commit the second middle school are called the second disease.

Especially with such a willpower that can directly affect the real world, the danger of Marco is self-evident.

But. Roland was keenly aware of a fatal mistake by Marco.

So he asked, "So, what are you going to do after you've cleaned up all this filth that shouldn't exist?" ”

"I will reassure the people until they forget the pain of war."

Marco replied without hesitation.

Like he's not being questioned by Roland right now. Rather, the answer to this question has been prepared for a long time.

But Roland was dismissive of his answer.

Forget?

No, it is not enough to forget about war if peace is to come. People must remember war and fear it.

"Even if you can appease the people. And how do you plan to re-establish the post-war order? Just leave people there and wait for hunger and poverty to kill them all? ”

“…… No. No. I want to ......" Marco faced Roland's menacing questioning, and there was a rare trace of panic and confusion on his face.

"So. Who are you going to give the power to," Roland interrupted, narrowing his eyes, "are you all in your own hands?" ”

"Isn't it? But if you distribute the power, can you ensure that every one of your followers is as selfish as you? ”

"Just the slightest bit of bad handling can make your organization the new perpetrator."

"There's no doubt that you don't have the ability to spy on everybody—and you don't have that time."

Faced with Roland's continuous questions, Marco finally lowered his head and fell into a long silence.

But at this moment, a bad feeling flooded from Roland's heart.

Under his perceptual attributes comparable to that of a silver-level priest, Roland was surprised to find that Marco's momentum not only did not collapse because of Roland's questioning, but instead rose rapidly and continuously after a period of stalemate.

Bang Bang -

His nine-section whip seemed to be unable to hold on to it, and it fell to the ground.

But Roland clearly saw that Marco had always been holding his "human will" hard, and had never given it away.

So, how did his nine-section whip fall?

“…… Good question. ”

Before Roland could figure it out, the lava beneath Marco's feet suddenly boiled and melted into a golden viscous and shiny liquid like iron juice, startling Roland.

"Good question, Lord Orlando."

Marco repeated, responding cheerfully to Roland's question with a thick murmur of lava rubbing against each other.

Huo Ran raised his head.

Roland's pupils shrank instantly.

It was only because Marco's pupils had now turned completely brilliant golden yellow, and the burning heat like liquid was rolling in his eye sockets, and drops of hot golden liquid like iron juice flowed down like tears, and a few pale golden marks were opened on his dark face.

At the same time, his hands began to melt, and his flesh turned into something as viscous and slow-flowing as lava, slowly dripping and shining with a brilliant golden light.

…… Origin Rampage?!

Roland was startled.

The fact that the horse may have entered a state of origin rampage indicates that he has entered the Temple of Truth at this moment.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, Roland still felt a little unacceptable when he really saw this scene with his own eyes.

In less than ten minutes, Mark climbed from the beginning of the path of awakening to the Hall of Truth in one breath - about ten levels.

Saint Seiya still has to fight half to death before it explodes the small universe...... Did I just say what you said......

However, Roland was a little scared.

Fortunately, in the end, Marco was beaten into the Origin Rampage. In this way, Marco's thinking is chaotic and crazy for at least a year, and he can still give Roland a chance.

For Roland, a sober and crazy person is far more difficult to deal with than a strong and crazy person.

"The people must be given rights."

Mark's voice was deafening.

As he spoke, Roland could even see a faint flow of golden light deep in his throat.

"Rights must be checked."

As Marco's voice grew louder and louder, the frost and soil under Roland's feet couldn't help but crack inch by inch under the golden light that seemed to be like substance.

Without Roland's frost as a block, the heat wave throughout the basement began to gather towards Marco.

In just a few breaths, Marco's figure grew three times.

The massive lava figure wrapped in a golden glow quickly swelled, swallowing the nine-section whip he had thrown to the ground in the blink of an eye.

“…… Molten Sage?! ”

Roland was dumbfounded.

He knew the body of Mark's posture.

This is the legal controller of the fire elemental plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Faenns, and the entire fire elemental plane is no more than two hands.

After a hole leaked in the fire elemental plane and the entire plane was polluted by dusk, they became Piercing Males.

In Roland's eyes, the scene in front of him was more unbelievable than telling him that the Wind Whisperer was actually a believer in the Eternal Sleeping Teacher.

Because Roland clearly understands that the image after the origin is a combination of the most powerful parts of all his previous lives.

But there's a fatal loophole here.

That is, elemental life doesn't die at all, so they don't reincarnate.

"No ......"

Roland suddenly realized that there was indeed a person who could do this.

That's Higgs, the creator of the Molten Sage and the father of the previous Gaia!

If Roland is not mistaken-

Marco, exactly the chosen people of Higgs! (To be continued......)