"I've said it before, Roland. Harmless chanting is just a magic technique for you to save your life, don't rely on it too much, it's not your own power. ”

A lazy, cold voice came from behind Roland.

"These days, you don't want to use harmless chanting on other people."

"But Mentor, the situation is urgent now......"

"-Obedient."

“…… Yes"

The Sleeping Tutor's suddenly cold voice choked Roland's explanation in his throat.

Roland suddenly realized that the Elder Sleep Mentor had not fulfilled all his requests.

He is a follower of the Guru, a chosen person of the Guru, the embodiment of the will of the Guru, and will be her sole agent on earth in the future.

"Good boy."

The guru's voice became cheerful: "Well, if you revive him, I will give you a silent prayer." ”

Roland could only nod silently.

Perhaps the Mentor could have pretended to be blind to Roland's blasphemy, but in any case, Roland could not have instructed the Mentor to do anything.

That's a great rebellion.

Although the mentor would probably reluctantly agree to Roland's request if he threatened his own life, Anros was not worth Roland's request.

Besides, in all fairness, the mentor can already be called doting on Roland.

No other god would be so lenient and lenient to his own followers.

A man must be content.

However, Roland's abandonment of the Teacher's request for harmless chanting does not mean that he has to give up on Anros.

If you want to revive the remnants of the divine power in the heart, there is no technical difficulty in cleaning up An Ruosi. It's just that Roland can't get over that hurdle in his heart.

In order to ensure that An Ruosi had enough physical strength to support the subsequent evacuation after being rescued, Roland converted all his natural energy into a healing touch in one go.

For a moment, Roland's entire right hand was wrapped with a light green aura like a streamer.

That's right.

You don't need to sing innocently to save An Ruosi, you only need to use the simplest cardiac resuscitation plus artificial respiration.

The other side.

Robert, however, was already sweating profusely.

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

His previous mana had already been drained. But fortunately, the Wizard of the Knife also has the skill of using life force as magic to cast spells.

But just now. He cast the soundproof barrier three times in a row—and each time it failed.

Robert's left palm had been cut three times, and it was now dripping with blood. The blood-stained ceremonial knife suddenly became extremely sharp. It sliced through the ground with ease, creating a somewhat crooked pattern on the ground.

To Robert's sorrow, he found that the previous roar had had a much more serious impact on him than he had imagined.

His balance was affected, and his fingertips became weak. The ritual knife, which was originally like an extension of a limb, became stiff and unresponsive.

He watched as the huge right arm slowly lifted from the oppressed barrier. but powerless to respond.

There are no warrior monks in this world, and there was once no boxer. Believers in the Lord of Violence are the only profession that punches people with boxing.

The Lord of Violence was the strongest berserker in history and the first fighter before he became a god. He even smashed the walls with his own power at the Golden Rank - not the gates, but the seven-meter-thick obsidian walls.

In his right hand he held a heavy, huge macehead, and in his left hand he wore a steel fist that was three times larger than the one in his right hand and not much lighter than a mace.

He didn't use a mace to break the walls—he used his fists.

Just like the Fist of the Dead, the Lord of Violence's mace is only designed to break armor. The fist in his left hand was much more powerful than the mace.

Although the Lord of Violence holds a mace in his right hand for many years, this does not mean that his right fist is weak.

His fists are like the sword of the goddess of war.

This simple punch is his strongest punch!

A god's all-out attack was prevented by a mortal barrier. This is enough to make the wizards of the White Tower proud.

But at this moment, the fist withdrew slightly upwards by a little distance-

That's not giving up.

It's about accumulating power.

In less than a breath, the Lord of Violence's right fist once again slammed into the barrier below with a straight punch!

This time, the barrier, which had not fully recovered, underwent a distorted transformation under the bombardment of the great force.

However, there was no crash.

Before Robert could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the fist retreat slightly for a short distance and then slam down again.

- Double Strike!

Then, at a speed that Robert couldn't see at all, the fist turned into a fist, a palm into a claw, and a claw into a finger. Successive bombardments were slammed into the barrier that had already bent downward.

- All kinds of martial arts!

- A thousand blows in a flash!

Robert was almost desperate to discover that the right arm of the Lord of Violence had turned on the attack stance he did best.

There is no suspense. The barrier formed by the runes made an overwhelming creaking noise and collapsed.

But before that, an invisible and insubstantial force had already penetrated through the barrier and slammed into the ground!

As if there had been an earthquake, the ground of the entire White Tower trembled violently.

You can see it from afar, and the smoke and dust are rising. obscured the sky.

The runes above Robert's head lost their brilliance like burnt scrolls, withered, charred, and then turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

Finally, the fist landed on the ground.

Far away. The sound of the explosion swept through with a shock wave. The surrounding houses twisted and collapsed, and the shaking of the ground suddenly became a hundred times stronger.

As if a hundred-meter-tall giant was rushing towards Robert, Robert only felt that the shaking of the ground became more and more obvious and more violent.

He even saw that Claudia's feet had begun to leave the ground from time to time.

Along with the earthquake, there was also a wave of smoke and dust.

No, it would be frivolous to say that it was just smoke.

Even a sandstorm could not describe its magnificence—Robert could see with the naked eye the stone blades mixed with divine brilliance.

Robert finally understood why the Lord of Violence was so strong with just one right arm.

Its divine power has always been burning.

This is basically no different from self-detonation. In fact, all the Lord of Violence wants to do is open the barrier and blow himself up inside the White Tower.

That's why he sacrificed his right hand - the other parts didn't have the confidence to break through the White Tower Enchantment, and he couldn't bear to use his left hand.

The Lord of Violence knows very well that his severed right arm will never be returned to him.

As a purebred rough man, he does not calculate the strength and prolong the existence of the torso for maximum profit.

He only knew that since his right arm couldn't come back anyway, it was better to directly burn the divine power in it from the moment it appeared, and burst out with the greatest power.

- Crush the enemy to scum in one go!

This is what the Lord of Violence has always believed.

After the Lord of Violence's right arm blew itself up in the center of the White Tower, the dust entangled in divine power became transcendent.

Under the influence of the shockwave, the dust will turn into an indestructible sword, engulfing everything in its path into slag.

…… Probably the wizards inside have turned to scum.

Robert thought desperately as he looked at the approaching sandstorm.

But at this moment, a plain and pleasant prayer voice came from behind him:

"The people spoke in the courts, and knowledge was spread from among the people."

"And today I praise the Mentor among the people, and speak of her glory, and declare her might."

"People have to respond and claim to be until they fall asleep."

As the cold voice behind him read word by word, a huge silver-white field suddenly emerged from the ground, enveloping Robert and the others.

"—So the world has no more words, no sound to hear." (To be continued......)