The air was boiling with a gurgling and boiling thing, and something formless and insubstantial erupted on Roland's body.

With Roland as the center, layers of silver-gray thin lines emerged in the void.

It is as if a rose is in full bloom - the lines formed by the folding of silver-gray arcs condense into petal-like shapes in the air.

The silver-gray light bloomed from Roland's body, bright and dark like breathing, becoming more and more dazzling, as if Roland's whole person had become a living sun walking on the ground.

That's not a human attitude.

The rich divine grace that overflowed from Roland's body stained the sky and the earth silvery white, and even the air became swollen and viscous as a result.

Even wearing armor, people can feel the air becoming scorching hot. It's like being in a furnace, and just breathing in the scorching air makes your nose sour. Dry, hot air poured into the trachea, causing intense pain like torture.

The scorching heat was so hot that I couldn't open my eyes. And even if they closed their eyes, it didn't work, the intense light seemed to penetrate the eyelids. People had to stretch out their hands to block their eyes, walk with their heads down, and didn't dare to look directly at Roland's posture at this time.

At the same time, their exposed skin quickly becomes dry and begins to dehydrate, and the hair loses its luster and becomes dry. The skin exposed to direct sunlight was even hot and red, as if it had been burned by steam.

And the idea of taking the opportunity to attack Roland did not come out of their minds at all.

Even if you take a step forward, you can clearly feel the burning heat in the air multiply, and the speed of your water loss suddenly accelerates. Just three steps forward, the scorching air was enough to send a faint black smoke out of the fabric on their bodies.

If you really want to attack Roland, I'm afraid you won't be able to rush to his side and be burned to ashes.

Even the Ashes would not dare to let the pure light fall on them. They turned their backs directly, and the faces of the people who were accidentally exposed to the holy light were already charred black. Even the snow-white bones were exposed.

"Repent, sinners!"

At this moment, a thunderous rumbling sound sounded in the air.

However, at this time, the coalition forces were no longer as comfortable listening to the loud prayers that sounded in the air as they had been at the beginning.

After feeling the lethality of the surging silver-white light, they couldn't help but have a question in their hearts:

No...... It's really going to fail, right?

Although they rejected such ideas at the first time, such doubts were already buried in their hearts. And with the power of Roland, it grew rapidly.

"Repent! for great woe has come to you! Woe to you and this generation! ”

Roland prayed aloud. An even more searing glow rippled through him.

"When I see you fighting each other with your swords, and you stabbing the monarch in the back with your daggers, I know that woe to you!"

In Roland's thunderous rumbling voice, the people retreated in a hurry. Fear is mediated by sound, which is poured into their veins from their ears, causing their hearts to beat more and more intensely.

Their fingers were already shaking, and their legs were cold and weak.

At this time, Roland was like the sun setting on the ground.

The earth withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, cracks spread from Roland's feet, and the air distorted.

It's magical. The light seemed to be lethal only to people outside the city.

The people of the city seemed to be able to see the battlefield filled with scorching light, and their cheers became more frantic as the people retreated.

Inside the city, many people were already in tears, kneeling on the ground and whimpering and chanting Tyre's name. Others screamed and cheered in ecstasy, hugging and kissing everyone around them.

Ra's Pope's expression had become extremely bad at the moment.

His face was gloomy, and he looked at Roland with displeasure.

"Master Mark, I'll deal with it first. That bastard pope still has a few brushes. ”

Finally. He couldn't help but say to the bald man beside him: "After all, he is not of the same level as these people. ”

"Well, you can try it."

I don't know which point I recognize. Marco agreed.

The old Pope nodded slightly, and walked out of the back of the crowd.

As he walked, he whispered, "Look, my lord—"

The old and majestic voice sounded in the air for no reason.

Without warning, the phantom of a huge golden balance appeared in the air.

"-- A mere mortal dares to make judgments!"

In the roar of the old Pope. The dark golden light with a thickness of tens of meters shone like thunder from one end of the scale, and slashed straight at Roland.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to lose its voice.

The next moment, an unimaginable loud bang rang out.

The shock wave alone lifted the entire earth, cracking the ground piece by piece. was thrown into the air.

Dust and rubble buried Roland directly. The furious golden electric light penetrated Roland's location and poured into the earth, and the deeper ground cracked layer by layer, and Roland's position continued to collapse downward. Even in the city, you can feel the earth tremble violently, and the falling rocks on the walls of the city bounce at high speed.

Not to mention just humans. Even dragons can be hit to the point of near-death by this blow. Even if it was Jupiter IV, if he was caught off guard, he would be directly evaporated.

However, just as the old Pope was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Roland's voice sounded in the air again:

"You say, mere mortal?"

In the dust and rubble, a silver-gray light pulsed restlessly.

"I praise the Mentor! I ask her for righteousness. ”

"And you have to make peace, and you claim to be—"

In Roland's prayer, the silver-gray luster exploded, revealing Roland who was unscathed.

Roland tilted his head and slowly looked at the Pope Ra, who was hiding in the crowd.

There are no errors. The eyes that had become emotionless looked in a certain direction without hesitation.

For a moment, the fear of being targeted by something indescribable suddenly arose in the old Pope's heart.

"No...... It's ......"

He muttered, taking a step back.

But before he could finish speaking, Roland's last prayer was slammed down!

The world has no words to hear! Bow down and listen to the teachings until you fall asleep. ”

The silvery-gray light spread rapidly at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. Directly from Roland's feet to the old Pope's feet.

Mercury-like tentacles burst out of the light without warning, and the tips were like awls, piercing the throat of the old Pope!

The attack speed of that tentacle was like lightning, and the old Pope had obviously seen it, but his body couldn't avoid it.

He's old after all.

But even if he was pierced through the throat and pierced the cervical vertebrae, the old Pope did not die on the spot.

I saw that his body quickly blurred. In the blink of an eye, it became pure light.

However, the moment he turned into holy light, several illusory chains once again locked his spirit from the depths of the light.

The next moment, Roland appeared in front of him silently and grabbed the old Pope's forehead.

And in his previous position until the old Pope, all the people froze, and gradually turned into mercury dripping on the ground, melting into the aura at Roland's feet.

A short silver-gray sickle the length of a palm silently stretched out from Roland's chest and gently hung on the old Pope's spirit neck.

"You say. Mere mortals? ”

Roland repeated.

Emerald green pupils covered in runes stared straight at the old Pope, snake-like scales on Roland's cheeks gradually emerging and then dimming. Behind him, the two silver-white spiral wings slowly rotated, constantly drawing the power of the void.

Before he could reply, the tip of the scythe sank straight into the old Pope's neck.

The pain as if his soul had been drained from him caused his spirit to fluctuate violently, and the silver-gray crystals with a golden glow slowly wound around the tip of the scythe like silk.

After that, the scythe was gradually withdrawn, and the fragments of the old Pope's soul and all of his divine grace were carried by the scythe into Roland's body.

In an instant, the pale golden Holy Light human form shattered like foam. The old Pope's aged ontology resurfaced.

The difference is that the left side of his face is bloody and blurry. The bones are exposed. It's like being attacked by some huge beast.

He gasped for air, his eyes full of fear.

At this time, he was completely disgraced, and he was no different from any ordinary person who believed in Ra.

Finally, at this point, Ra's Pope finally realized what he had overlooked.

This is not something that the priests of Tyre can have-

No matter who is standing in front of him, he is definitely not the new pope of Tyre!

Ridiculously. He also used magic against the priest of Tyre. It was a sure blow to a priest with any realm of Justice, enough to penetrate any regular defenses.

…… No wonder it didn't work.

Because he wasn't Tyre's priest at all.

"You...... It's not Tyre's ......"

The old Pope had just tried to speak, but found that he could not say a word.

He was slightly stunned, then tried again.

Same as before. He didn't hear anything. I couldn't even hear the sound of saliva swallowing, or the sound of my tongue hitting the roof of my mouth.

The next moment, fear crept straight into his heart.

No one fears being deaf or dumb more than a clergyman. If they can't hear the gods, they can't say the words of prayer. The meaning of their existence was erased.

"Yes, you guessed that."

Roland said softly.

After hearing Roland's voice, the fear in the old Pope's heart inexplicably faded a lot.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't.

Roland just stared at him quietly, motionless.

The people around him kept trying to come and save him, but whether they approached or tried to cast a magic spell, they would suddenly freeze, and then fall to the ground like a molten candle, melting into Roland's holy light.

"I'm not the Pope of Tyre, I'm not even his priest. I believe in Guru...... Resting Mentor Nerola. Why, haven't you heard? ”

The old Pope shook his head desperately.

Roland only smiled mildly and took a step back.

"By the way," he said suddenly, "does your God show you miracles?" ”

“…… Of course. ”

After Roland moved away from him, the old Pope's apprehension calmed down considerably.

Unexpectedly, he found himself able to speak.

He had seen it extremely clearly that since he hadn't died yet, he must have a reason to live.

Otherwise, this madman would have killed himself a long time ago.

So, he had no choice but to answer honestly: "Of course the god Ra will show us miracles...... If we pray to Him. ”

"Oh? Like what? Roland asked curiously.

"For example, to have all the people in the world who violated the contract with him die suddenly in cardiac arrest, or to impose the price of the debtor, or to bring the escaped prisoner back to prison, and so ......on."

The old Pope replied blandly.

You can see from his expression that he is full of pride in this.

But Roland laughed.

He mocked mercilessly: "Can this also be called a miracle? ”

“…… That's what you're saying. ”

The old pope didn't have any discoloration on his face, he just bowed his head and said yes.

There was nothing unusual to see on his face, as if he genuinely approved of what Roland had said.

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