As a believer, the first thing Roland has to do is believe.

He has to trust the Guru completely, in whatever sense of the word. If he doesn't believe in his own guru, what kind of attitude can he have to persuade his other followers?

Looking at the offensive hovering in front of him, Roland smiled slightly.

Bet right.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with this.

To put it simply, Roland's faith has wavered.

Even if Roland only believed in the mentor with the mentality of hugging his thighs at the beginning, he did firmly believe that the mentor could help him, at least he still believed in the power of the mentor in eternal sleep, rather than taking the power from the mentor as a burden as he is now.

It is a considerable degree of disrespect to hide one's beliefs from the pagans, not daring to fully reveal the power of the teacher, but to beautify them as a commodity that needs to be sold by a pit person.

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From this point of view, there is actually not much difference between Roland and those incognito cultists, so the mentor is equivalent to the evil god of the cult?

If Roland and the mentor's position calls, Roland will also be dissatisfied with it.

Roland is not as good as Farina back then. As a native atheist in ****, Roland took the wrong script from the beginning and set his bottom line too low.

Fortunately, it's still too late to repent.

"I praise the Mentor! I praise you, my lord Nerola! I praise you with all my heart! ”

Halfway through the baptismal chant, when the feather had just been transformed into a blade, Roland interrupted his chant without warning, turned his head and began to praise his teacher: "I am my lord Nerola, and you have the power to strengthen me. Glory be to you—"

But herein lies the singularity. Roland's praise is not any existing prayer, nor is it a new prayer created by Roland, but simply praise. And Roland obviously interrupted his divine technique, but his divine technique was not canceled, and even those sword blades that were suspended in the air and constantly rotating were still flashing stronger and stronger.

The principle is simple, because it is not a prayer of any kind. But it is also a prayer to the teacher.

The Guru said in the Teachings, "Be justified by faith, and nothing else." ”

Those who praise according to the prayer cannot say that they do not believe in the teacher; But those who do not follow the word of the prayer when they pray does not mean that they do not believe in the teacher.

Since you say that you are a teacher of faith from the heart; Since you say that the guru must know what everyone thinks, what difference does it make whether or not you keep the prayer?

Thinking of this, Roland's eyes flashed with more and more intense light.

The mentor hadn't been with Roland for a while. The dilution of this relationship is not that Roland has done less, but that he has done more. Roland's self-pretentious cleverness made him gradually lose the affection of his mentor.

During that time, Roland was like a true believer, praying, confessing, and praising according to the sacred time. But the more things that are in action, the less they end up in the heart. Now think back to the time when Roland and his mentor were the closest. It was undoubtedly Roland's time as a missionary in the White Tower.

That's right. It is true that divine magic requires prayers to be released, but it is essentially a gift from the guru. It's not a rigid program with trigger words.

If you have faith in your heart, you don't need to care about the form of expression. Although at the beginning, Roland only found the mentor to hug his thighs, but now, Roland has already had some real faith in the mentor.

Under the continuous beating of the Grand Duke like a stormy wave, Roland did not waver in the slightest.

The silver barrier is like a boundary separating two worlds. All of the Grand Duke's attacks were absorbed, and the attack like a roaring ocean wave was dispersed and completely blocked.

Although he didn't look back, Roland was convinced that the mentor was standing behind him at this moment. Shelter yourself.

"Only may the Lord have mercy on this wretched soul!"

Seeing that the Grand Duke was already in a stalemate, Roland prayed aloud without hesitation.

At that moment, the jungle of swords rose beside Roland.

It's all sword blades. Densely packed with blades, each with the blessings and blessings of the guru.

Flickering with a cold light, burning with a blazing holy fire—a sword alone that was thousands of times better enough to take the life of a silver-rank powerhouse pointed at the Grand Duke from all directions. The space around them was almost full of bloom, and as Lilia watched from the sidelines, she felt a tingling sensation in her vision.

Countless dense blades overlapped, and the scene was enough to make any person with a dense phobia shiver.

It was just a moment, and the tide of battle was reversed in an instant.

Pointed at by hundreds or thousands of sword blades, the Grand Duke at this moment is like a warrior - or a martyr - under siege.

The blades of those black feathers froze slightly, and then tilted towards the center of fire without hesitation.

Forced into desperation, the Grand Duke had no choice but to rely on his unparalleled martial arts to try to defend. If you don't defend, you can't do it, the blade that burns with the blazing flame can definitely easily pierce your body, and the armor of the hurricane has no meaning.

He grabbed one of the blades of one of the blades in a large, invisible hand wrapped in a hurricane, and the roaring hurricane poured out of the sword. The Grand Duke chose to use it to meet other blades, and to make up for each other's swords.

Simply holding it, the short sword that burned with white flame also spewed out the flame violently, and there was a scorched squeak from the Grand Duke's palm, but he did not hesitate at all. A person stubbornly held on for a moment in the torrential rain formed by countless sword blades.

But his martial arts have limits after all.

It's just a mortal feat that can't be used to create miracles.

To be precise, the Grand Duke's smooth defense lasted less than three seconds. Then a blade broke through his backhand, stabbed into the center of the hurricane, and exploded into a flame. Then there were more flaws in the Grand Duke's movements, and more blades pierced in.

The hurricane on the Grand Duke gradually subsided, and his breath gradually weakened.

Only then could Roland see clearly that the armor on the Grand Duke's body had been completely removed, as if the center of an empty silver-gray hurricane had a faint humanoid hollowness.

Soul body...... How can it be done to such an extent by relying only on the instincts stored in the pure soul?

Roland's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly had a good idea.

Maybe this soul can be repaired...... It is also a good choice as a demon.

He stepped forward, and with Lilia's exclamations, he plunged his hand into the hurricane, weakened but still raging by ordinary standards.

His right arm struggled to search through the hurricane, and the soul horizon in his eyes had opened.

Finally, Roland reached out and put his hand on the hollow humanoid's forehead.

"Rest in peace......"

As Roland chanted the Grand Duke for the second time, his expression became sacred, his voice became immensely pure, and the purest flame burned in his eyes.

In Roland's whispered prayers, the hurricane quickly stopped, and the hollow human form gradually shimmered with a mercury-like light, and then gradually solidified.

Roland suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

It's not a process at all...... It's a bit like a saint coming.

“…… May the Lord forgive you. ”

"May the Lord watch over you and answer you—"

A clear voice came from in front of Roland.

The next moment, a young knight with a pure glint in his eyes took shape in the light, and in Roland's surprised and blank gaze and the tutor's happy laughter, he introduced word by word: "The Holy Grail Knight Carral, return to the world by the order of the mentor—"

"- Salute to you, my lord." (To be continued.) )