The sound of insects creeping faintly came from all around, from far and near, and from all directions.

Although it looks like it, the crater that is pouring out of it is not actually lava. Or rather, it has nothing to do with lava a dime.

That's something alive.

It was a walking monster.

Just looking at it from afar, you will feel its horror.

Kylemora shuddered and unconsciously took a step back.

He was aware of the body of the gushing lava.

- It was a myriad of tiny beetles that were dark red, about a quarter the size of a fingernail, each emitting a terrifying heat and a dim yellow glow.

They continued on their way, crawling on the surface of the sea and surging with the waves.

When it comes into contact with the sea, the extraordinarily frivolous magma drifts away like dust, coating the surface with a thin dark red film.

The dark red beetles then swelled up rapidly, darkened in color, and transformed into another creature at a rate visible to the naked eye. The volume of each beetle after expansion is dozens of times the original, they are tightly combined, but the mass unexpectedly becomes heavy.

In just a few breaths, a small island with a radius of several hundred meters was created, and at the same time, it was rapidly expanding at a rate of nearly 100 square meters per second.

But the material that makes up the island is not rock, nor is it dirt. It's black, hard creature flesh.

The muscles on the ground are so distinct that they can be discerned with the naked eye, and there are scaly and bloodshot eyeballs scattered around the ground. There were also scattered bones stuck in the ground, and dim yellow blood oozing from the edges.

- This is a living land.

Only such a land will not be interfered with by the authority of the king of the land of Roland.

Against the invisible storm howling low, a new land was built in a matter of seconds. Roland didn't move a bit, just stared intently at the slowly expanding crack leading to the abyss.

It was the Great Rift created by Higgs, and it was not part of the Faennesian world, nor could it be explained by the laws of the Faens world—in other words, it was an anomaly that was not affected by its origins and authority, and it was a cancerous change on the world level.

Only twilight can touch twilight, and therefore only twilight can resist twilight—this law is not wrong at all times.

If it weren't for that, Roland wouldn't have let the fungus blanket unfold at all, paving the way for the demons to invade. Long before that, he would have used his origins to warp that space, luring demons to other planes, or simply shattering the passage.

But even if he did, it didn't make much practical sense.

Even if Roland forces the demons back now, they will come back sooner or later. The southern coast of Titan is on the verge of shattering, and the countless crumbling archipelago is the trigger for a war that is gradually burning.

When the Great Mouth of the Abyss appears in the field of view of the people of Titan, the order of Titan will collapse. That desperation would make it all the way north, disturbing the whole of Faenns.

If it had been Roland half a year ago, he might have made up lies to appease people, and he might have killed those in the know to make sure that the pressure of war wouldn't drive everyone crazy.

But Roland has changed.

He had pledged before the whole world that he had taken an oath before the Three Saints.

He is both righteous and truth-

For Roland today, he has a completely new solution to such a situation.

That is, to destroy this group of demons with Roland's own miracle.

Seven million four hundred fifty thousand nine hundred and twenty-six - the number of monsters that have fallen since these elemental lives were polluted by dusk has always been constant, and as long as Rolando kills one, the others will face one less demon.

Maybe because of Roland's efforts at this moment, there will be a family that will survive the demon's invasion in the future, and maybe a genius who can change the world will survive because of this. And that man may have created something even greater, and thus saved the world, redeemed thousands of people – who knows?

"If I destroy them all......"

Roland muttered, his right hand holding the crystal scepter clenching tightly.

A silver-gray fire was faintly visible at the base of his pupils, and a faint starlight rose from his scepter. Behind him, large expanses of strange runes condensed in the air, flying at will.

It was the light of the gradual burning of the will of a rock.

That is the splendor of the human soul!

At last, the hysterical laughter, the clatter of joints, the crisp crash of sludge on the ground, the shrill whistling sound like a ghost crying—a horrible aggregate of sounds crept beneath the hollow of the abyss, closer and closer, closer and closer—

"The Guru said that all things will come to an end."

Roland prayed aloud, and his voice rumbled like thunder in the sky: "So I blew the trumpet, and brought everything to its end!" ”

In that instant, the wall of Aum, shattered like shattered glass, shimmered with intense light.

"If I sound the trumpet, fire will fall from heaven with blood and wine, and the heavens will fall into eternal night, and the sun will never rise."

With Roland's prayer, the sky was painted blood red in an instant, like the rising sun and the blood of the saint sprinkled in the sky.

The air became much hotter without warning, and the whole world became hot in an instant, and the heat was raised out of thin air.

Correspondingly, the terrible cold condensed in the air, and Roland's hair gradually attached a layer of frost white, and blood stains appeared on his cheeks for no reason.

But Roland seemed unconscious, and just continued to pray.

"If I blow the trumpet, the stars will fall from heaven with frost and hail into the burning sea. The world will be frozen, and there will be no more seas and rivers, and the blood of the animals will be frozen and smoke will be released from the earth. ”

A strange fire lit up in his eyes.

It was a firelight that was like a transparent but shimmering rainbow.

As soon as his words fell, the cold air in the sky condensed, forming an ice-made meteorite, and absorbing the water vapor in the air layer by layer, rapidly expanding, and forming a crystal-like shell on the outer layer.

"Woe to you! Woe to you! If I blow the trumpet, woe to you! ”

Eventually, demons began to crawl out of the abyss.

A black ape with three knees and elbows, a huge blue slime monster with beastly eyes, a yellow-eyed monster surrounded by a black wind, and a humanoid monster that looks like a man but wears tattered robes, with skin peeled off and flesh blurred......

…… It seems that there are acquaintances.

Roland couldn't help but smile pleasantly.

Without hesitation, he recited the last prayer:

"In that case, let me blow the trumpet!"

"Rest in peace—"

The next moment, the stars fell. (To be continued.) )