Not far away, the sky suddenly flashed with dazzling light.

The waves of gray-white flames roared, and the death match of the flaming giants and the pure white giant trees rolled up a monstrous wave a hundred meters high, making a tsunami-like deafening sound.

Roland was still five or six kilometers away from the City of Fortune, and he already felt the scorching and humid air on his face. Lilia on the side already had an uncomfortable expression, but Gahalad had an indifferent expression.

The scene in front of him is really not surprising in the era in which he lived.

Anyone with enough willpower can summon a giant humanoid behind them, which is a testament to the purity of their faith in their hearts. Just as a warrior with excellent swordsmanship can easily slice a scar far beyond the length of their weapon, it is not impossible to even slice through a hill with a single sword.

That is the origin, the power to cause miracles in a mortal body.

In the era when Gahalad was active, it was at the height of war. The war between mortals and mortals, the slaughter of mortals by monsters, the resistance of mortals to monsters - and so on, happened every day.

Although human aspirations were distorted, wills were distorted, and beliefs were stolen, those were the most brilliant years of the human spirit.

It was a war between the fanatics of the gods and the followers of truth, the sword of the warriors loyal to the kingdom and the warriors of freedom. The clash of faith and belief is like two gears of different sizes spinning and colliding at high speed, blooming into beautiful and brilliant sparks.

But nowadays, I'm afraid it's rare to see such a scene.

Peace breeds weakness. This will not change anywhere.

It has only been 80 years since there has been a large-scale war, and the new generation has forgotten what war looks like. Now. Some fanatical young people were so eager for it to come, and the foolish poets sang the praises of the executioner's exploits. But they don't know what war really represents. What should I celebrate?

That's hell. Souls who have not experienced hell are always just foolish mortals.

Gahalad glanced sideways and glanced at Lilia to the side.

There seemed to be a twinkle in her eyes. Now the pupils, which have been dyed silver, seem to be expecting something.

…… Even such a gentle and pure little girl, is she looking forward to strength?

But then, Gahalad realized something was wrong.

It wasn't the eyes of a mortal who longed for something, nor the eyes of a mortal who was afraid of a monster. To describe it, it's closer to the kind of concentration that is characteristic of researchers.

Gahalad looked into her eyes and suddenly felt a pang of discomfort for no apparent reason. It took a long time for Gahalad to suppress the discomfort.

That look was heart-palpitating. It's like someone who sees through everything. Disgusting eyes.

"Brother Roland, who is he?"

Suddenly, Lilia stopped her steps and gently tugged at Roland's sleeve.

The person she was looking at was a huge humanoid with a raging flame burning all over her body.

"He'......"

Roland paused slightly, didn't even look back, but as if he knew who Lilia was referring to, he replied softly: "His name is Joseph, and he is the priest of the mentor. A devout believer.

"Is he religious? Brother Roland? ”

"Very religious."

Roland still didn't look back: "In this day and age, he can be regarded as a saint. ”

"What if...... I mean if," Lilia hesitated, "if he's deceived. If you start a rebellion......"

"Lilia, and Gahalad," Roland interrupted her. Joseph may have had many shortcomings...... However, he was a very religious man. His piety is worthy of respect. ”

Roland's voice did not fall. An increasingly intense silvery-white light began to flicker in the massive flame humanoid, becoming stronger and brighter. It also becomes slower in its movements.

The suffocating horror almost suffocated Roland and the others.

"Be careful!"

Lilia suddenly screamed. She suddenly grabbed the corner of Roland's coat and pulled him behind her with all her might.

Roland didn't resist, just obeyed Lilia's movements and slowly stepped back.

Gahalad seems to have finally received some sort of affirmation. He stepped forward without hesitation, and the small round shield on his left arm suddenly flashed with dazzling light. An arc of light emerged from above, rapidly growing larger, and the tip of the tip was slanted into the ground, covering Roland and Lilia in a canopy-like arc above.

Without warning, a blazing white splendor suddenly pierced Joseph's body—no, it would be too flirtatious to describe it as dazzling. At that moment, it was as if a new world had been born.

The whole world was instantly overwhelmed by the light that pierced Joseph's body. The whole world has lost its voice.

The last thing Roland could do was to cover the three of them with the realm of silent prayer.

In the silent, pure white world, the massive flame humanoid began to collapse inward. The gray-white figure first turned silvery white, then was impregnated with an even more blazing white light. The collapse site then revealed an orange texture reminiscent of magma-like internal tissue. Those gray-white and golden liquids were flooded with blazing white in an instant, and the entire city turned pure white in an instant.

The next moment, all the blazing white explodes at the same time. Time that had stopped was running again, and unimaginable roars rolled and drowned everything out.

A visible shock wave burst around Joseph. The ground burst open layer by layer, and the surface of the water had completely disappeared, and the parts of the ground flew outward layer by layer, turning into powder in the storm.

A terrible storm followed. The white-dyed storm covered and tore everything in the world apart, and the flying debris turned into cannonballs that could easily beat people into a sieve with great power. Then it hit Gahalad's shield of light.

At the same time, a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose from Joseph's original location. Gray-black smoke rolled, and something as silver-gray as lava flickered and flickered, spreading at an extremely slow speed in the air.

The devastating explosion made Lilia's face turn white. Roland had no choice but to add a layer of frost-covered ice wall to the silent prayer, so that the three of them would not be blurred by the backflow of rubble behind them without a light shield.

Only when the power of the explosion subsided a little did Roland look up. By this time, the City of Fortune had completely disappeared.

It was much more serious than Roland's one - this time everything on the ground was completely wiped out, even the sewers were blown away, and the City of Fortune was turned into a terrible pit within three hundred meters of it.

This is definitely not the power of a Silver Tier martyr. The top floor of the Golden Tier is pretty much the same.

Joseph must have died. So...... The Tree of Suffering......

But when Roland looked at the center, he almost felt suffocated.

I saw a gray-white ash-like substance emerge from the whole body of the Tree of Suffering, blocking the power of the explosion. Although a third of the side near the moonlight had been burned out and the roots were exposed, the Tree of Crucifixion was still two-thirds complete.

It was a shelter from Higgs.

-- Somewhat different from what Joseph had imagined.

He exchanged his life for a splendid explosion. fried, but in the end it has no value.

Even for Joseph...... This is also a bit excessive.

Roland was silent for a long time, then walked out from under Gahalad's shield of light and stepped forward against the scorching aura of destruction. (To be continued.) )