Roland sang hymns softly.

The sound is ethereal and elegant.

If you don't understand the astral language, judging by the melody and Roland's solemn expression, anyone will think that what he is singing is a hymn to life.

In reality, however, the chant is full of praise for decay and decay—

"—My days are faster than the shuttle, and they are all consumed in hopelessness."

It's different from the one that Claudia had tentatively cast in the past.

Roland's song of decay was not accompanied by the decay of plants and the rancid stench of animals, but only a thick black mist rising from the black ice ground beneath his feet.

It's like smoke from dry ice in the air—except it's a very thick black color.

"Remember, my life is but a breath, and my eyes shall no longer see happiness—"

By the time Roland sang the second verse, the blackened ice had already surrounded the Skullcrusher.

And by the time Roland sang the third verse, the ice, which had been shaking constantly, fell silent.

By this time, the mirror-like ice under Roland's feet had all turned pitch black.

It's a matte metal-like color, and it's a delicate black earth.

In fact, it was the ordinary black soil -

The difference is that it is the black soil where the Sleeping Master lives.

At the time of the birth of Faenns, when the Sages had helped the One God Orm to create this world, there was no life in the world of Faenns.

Without birth, there is no death.

Without the happiness of life, there will be no eternal sleep after death.

Therefore. At that time, the title of the Sleeping Mentor was still the Lord of Cold Death.

And Roland is the original version of the degraded version of the divine technique that he combined with low-level divine magic at the moment. The magic commonly known as the "Underworld" is officially called the Land of the Cold and Dead!

Even if it's a false god now. As long as you dare to set foot on the black land where the Sleeping Master once lived, you will immediately lose all hope and motivation to live, and die quietly alone with a great yearning and longing for eternal sleep.

It wasn't an illusion or a mind-bending spell. If I had to describe it, this is a plane characteristic that is quite difficult to exempt.

Only those who have actually died once can have this emotional resistance.

And dying once is easy to say, but how easy is it to really do?

Although the predecessor of the Skull Crusher was the Fist of Lifelessness, unfortunately, this kind of immortality obtained by the soul ascending to the kingdom of God after death is not recognized.

To be dead is to be dead. To be dead is to be dead.

The "messengers" of the kingdom of false gods, i.e., priests and templars after death, can only exist in the kingdom of God in the form of souls.

After all, their kingdom is in the astral realm, and there is no matter in the astral realm.

Like a skullcrusher. There are other oracles who have come to earth and exist in the kingdom of God in the form of souls. When they are summoned, they either come in soul form or simply possess them as Heroic Spirits.

With this incomplete form, how dare you say that you are a person who has "died" once?

They've been dead all along. never resurrected.

To exaggerate a little, even the "kingdom of God" that the gods live in their daily lives is just a fantasy of the gods.

How can a mere fantasy resist the might of the underworld?

"He who looks at me, his eyes no longer see me," Roland stared at the skull-crusher wrapped in black ice. Singing the hymn of decay, "When the eyes of the teacher are on me, I am no longer in the world." ”

There was no light and shadow, and there were no explosions.

Abrupt. The black ice, which included the skull crusher, suddenly cracked, like crushed ice placed on a soldering iron, and melted away.

But Roland didn't get nervous in the slightest.

After the black ice has dissipated. The two-meter-tall giant stood silently in place.

If you look closely, you will see that the golden sand grains that used to be wrapped around it have turned into ordinary sand.

It was already standing like this. Lost all life.

And at this time, Roland had already received a system prompt -

[You killed a silver-tier skull crusher and drained the Origin Power...... You get experience 1921]

[Feature: Mourning chant takes effect.] The souls of the Skull-Crushers will not return to the Kingdom of God]

Roland's eyes sharpened as he saw that a cloudy yellow transparent soul struggled to squeeze out of the cranial crusher's completely sealed horn helmet.

With a little luck, it might be able to escape and become a lonely ghost.

Unfortunately, metal is not a good conductor of the soul.

Just by struggling out of the steel helmet, the soul was already mutilated.

They prefer wood and stone as a place to stay compared to the cold steel.

However, it has no chance anymore -

"Kill...... Host...... Broken...... Cuts of meat......"

The cloudy soul struggled with its own whirl, shriek, trembling, indistinct sound.

Roland had no interest in waiting for it to freeze itself and then scold himself.

"Rest in peace—"

Roland stretched out his right hand and squeezed it hard at the muddy soul, directly crushing it.

Silvery-white light flowed from Roland's hands, purifying his mind along with his will. Turning the soul tainted in the twisted flesh back into an ignorant and transparent soul, it ascended to the sky and re-routed the walls of Aum to hell.

As the mass of souls gradually dissolved into intangibility in Roland's hands, the seemingly endless sandstorm around them slowly stopped.

But at this moment, Roland saw that everywhere in the White Tower, there were turbid yellow pillars of light rising up to the sky.

Even the sky was lit up.

Roland looked up and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

- This is the pillar of light when the false god's divine envoy is repatriated.

In other words, they are sacrificed in mortal bodies and attached in the form of souls. And after the false body is destroyed, the soul in it will naturally break free from the shackles of the body of the deceased and return to the kingdom of God.

Since the time of the War of the Gods, the oracles have been returning to the battlefield with this ability.

No matter how you kill it, you can't kill it cleanly.

Sometimes, a weapon master who has awakened to the Origin can even kill an oracle three times in a row in a skirmish.

It is precisely in order to resist the ability of this scoundrel force to recover that the undead came into being.

This pillar of light exists to prevent the souls of its own oracles from being harmed. There are not many soul-damaging skills in the world of Faense, but it is not too little.

The gods are not stupid, and since they dare to send their oracles to earth, it means that they must have thought of a way out.

Let's not talk about these decades now.

When they first usurped the authority of the Sage, they couldn't sleep and eat every day.

Only one day the Sage suddenly came back and found out what the group of people had done......

However, with the passage of time, this kind of weakness of heart gradually turned into a kind of arrogance mixed with indifference.

In the past hundred years or so, they have begun to do things one by one without scruples, such as reversing life and death, tampering with Aum's law, and even colluding with Dusk.

"A bunch of filthy idiots......"

Roland looked at these alternately rising pillars of dim yellow light, his eyes cold.

He counted them, and there were 19 pillars of light.

Counting the one on his side who has lost his immortality and was sent to reincarnation, the Lord of Violence has sent a total of 20 oracles.

In order to destroy the White Tower, this master is really generous.

"Alas......"

With a heavy sigh that suddenly sounded in his heart, Roland was startled, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help but feel creepy.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the three Roberts: "Did you hear that?" ”

"I heard ......"

"Hmmm......"

"I hear you," said Anroth, who had just gotten up from the ground, but his expression softened, "don't be nervous, Herran. This is the voice of Master Merlin. ”

"Huh?"

Roland was really stunned this time.

But before he could realize what the name meant, a huge barrier spread from the very center of the White Tower. The surrounding scene gradually disintegrated, and everything around it melted, seeping into something more outer.

Roland stood blankly in the crowd of people coming and going, sensing an incomparably familiar feeling.

"It's ...... The Old City? ”

Roland finally realized the truth and muttered. (To be continued......)

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