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Johnny watched as the rich golden flame coalesced in the madman's palm, and his pupils contracted violently.

He felt the premonition of death.

In less than a breath, the temperature around me rises dramatically. The suffocating pressure left Johnny almost out of breath.

Johnny's pupils constricted.

"You bastard! There are so many people here—"

Johnny had barely finished his words when he saw the scorching golden flames pouring out of the man's palm, the scorching heat of the lotus-like bloom rubbing against the air around him, the pressurized air knocking back the people around him like cannonballs, and then the twisted scorched air that greeted them engulfed them instantly.

It was hot air like a furnace. Even if the air around them wasn't deformed by the heat, the scorching heat wouldn't make it easy to open your eyes.

The dense stream of heat continued to bombard the clothes of the people around them, their hair turning brown at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their exposed skin was burned red.

Johnny, however, had no time to care about what others were going to suffer.

Because right in front of him, the golden flame that flowed like yellow finance into juice condensed into a bundle, striking a circle of crimson ripples in the air, and it was about to burn him directly to ashes!

But at such a critical moment, Johnny felt his calves tingle and couldn't move at all. Even if you want to fall straight backwards, you can't do it.

It wasn't that he was nervous, it was the power of human immobilization.

However, just before death came, Johnny didn't flinch in the slightest.

He held his head high. Even though his eyes were almost roasted by the scorching heat, he just stared at the madman's face with wide eyes.

This Bansar man didn't let out a cruel word. He simply looked at his sworn enemy and remembered it in his heart.

If I'm lucky enough to survive this time, I won't let you go—Johnny's eyes reveal such unmistakable information.

It was a firm will that any dull person could perceive with his eyes. Not saying a word is more terrible than saying anything.

Feeling Johnny's gaze, the madman couldn't help but be timid. Instead, he laughed maniacally.

"That's it! That's it! Pretty! Out! The Immortal Covenant - Hanny! Our heroes—"

He roared over and over again, swept the golden tongues of fire that erupted from his hands across the people around him, melting them into ashes in an instant, and swept towards Johnny without mercy.

But at this moment, a low sigh was heard.

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

At the same time as that voice came out, the flame in the madman's hand disappeared instantly. Like a dream bubble, it disappeared into thin air.

And that's not all. With the disappearance of the divine magic. The chaos and sounds around it also disappeared. Even under the panicked gaze of the people around them, no matter what they said, no matter how hoarse they shouted and roared, they could not make a single sound.

They could only turn their gaze to the other side of the street, behind Johnny.

It was there that a handsome young man in a black robe and silver hair slowly walked out of it.

The sharp-eyed man couldn't help but cover his mouth.

They recognized that, though slightly elaborate and ornate, it was basically the bishop robe of Tyre.

"Then there is no more speech in the world, and no sound to hear."

The young man prayed in a low and gentle voice. A silver halo suddenly bloomed around him, engulfing everything around him.

Silvery-white mercury-like light spreads from beneath your feet. Dip the ground beneath people's feet into pure transparent colors.

As if standing on the transparent ice, and as if walking on the water, people were amazed to look at the calm water that reflected their figures, and looked at the tiny ripples around them, and they didn't even dare to move. Only if you're not careful, you'll fall.

Johnny slowly turned his head back at this point.

His face was full of dullness from the aftermath of the catastrophe, and there was still vigilance and anger on his face. However, just when he saw Roland. His pupils couldn't help but contract, and his eyes slowly widened.

'You're not—'

His lips twitched, and Roland easily judged from his expression what he wanted to say.

But Roland just nodded to him solemnly, and then walked towards the madman.

The madman's expression froze on Roland's face at the same time that he appeared. He looked at Roland with a stiff face, as if he saw something terrible.

It was something that even a madman would fear, but he was the only one who saw it.

Roland couldn't help but be a little curious. But for the appearance that has been planned for a long time, he did not do anything superfluous.

As an outsider, Roland had to make some big news to make the people of the Holy City remember him, and his next plan could be implemented.

The so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head snake. Roland didn't know many people here, and no one knew him. It can be said that the people who walk here are his enemies.

In this case, Roland needs a shocking appearance. Most of the believers here have never seen a bishop-level cleric actually make a move in their lives, Roland only needs to show his full strength, and with that magic technique, he is seventy percent sure that he can get the perfect start when they meet at the beginning.

At first, Roland originally intended to use it as a sacrifice to the ashes who he accidentally discovered. But at this moment, Roland sensed that there were still people investigating these ashes, so he had a lot of eyes and didn't make a move.

Immediately, he saw the priest who pulled the gods, a man whom Roland knew well.

His name is Baskerville, he is known as "Captain" or "Wolf" in the church of Ra, and "Devil Dog" or "Mad Dog" by the Church of the Enemy, but his true identity is the same as Cell, the former elect of Enzos, the god of truth.

As a god who spends most of the year in a frenzy, Enzos's elect suffers – or shares in – the same level of chaotic information as Enzos, and hardly ever holds office for more than two years in a row. Basically, either he was played to death, or he chose to flee from Enzos's side before he was played to death.

As Ra's demon dog, the Baskervilles barely survive every operation. Such an action is not due to his prudence, but because of his thirst for killing. As the first boss to enter the book in Enzos's dungeon, this madman's soul had been swallowed up by the giant maw of Dusk thirty years ago, and it was only by his chaotic mind that he was not completely infected by Dusk.

In order to keep himself awake that he is a madman, in order to keep his madness, he must deliberately act crazy to ensure that he does not see the boundless sea of red after falling asleep.

When Roland saw him, he immediately changed his plans.

Compared to the cultists who fled immediately after the assassination of the bishop, those who are not known to ordinary people as ashes, a murderer who likes to kill people at will in the crowd is the most suitable living sacrifice to cater to his appearance.

Without the slightest hesitation, after opening up the realm of silence, Roland drew the Decapitator Sword behind him after making sure that the Baskervilles would not reveal to the others that he was not a follower of Tyre.

Then, the golden flame began to burn on it.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )