"Rest in peace—"

Roland chanted, and the silver-gray points of light wrapped around him turned into illusory feathers, as if blown by a strong wind, Peng Ran rolled up, and then scattered in the air, floating in all directions and falling slowly.

Under the shroud of that feather of light, there was a dense crawling of the dead. The number within Roland's field of vision alone is more than three digits.

It may seem that the mere number of these dead does not fit the concept of a Black Iron Rank copy, but in essence it is not a problem.

In the normal process, Roland should first blast the heads hanging from the ceiling, then avoid the shaking witches and the walls of limbs, and enter the inner sanctum to defeat the seven bosses individually.

In these seven boss battles, on average, each boss will summon about a hundred unjust souls, so that after all these bosses are defeated, then return to the main hall and pull out the Karaal sword, destroy all the remaining unjust souls, start the final boss battle, and finally get the loot.

But because this is a copy of the Wizard T1, many people will come here to brush a few pieces before practicing the wizard trumpet, and they naturally don't want to see these plots that they don't know how many times they have watched, delaying them for several hours.

So they developed a wave of thousands of tombs.

Compared with other wave dungeons, the Thousand Heads Tomb is the simplest one in a sense.

There are no movement requirements, no pre-features and no need for special items. As long as you enter the dungeon, you can directly put the sword stuck in the wall, and after clearing all the ghosts in one go, you can directly fight the final boss.

Just like Roland just did.

As soon as he pulls out this sword, all the remnants of the dead in the entire Thousand Tombs will awaken at the same time. Show his minions to him.

Dispelling a thousand unjust souls in one go is very difficult for even a silver-level priest to do.

But Roland had to do it.

Normally. The strategy time for the Thousand Tombs is four hours.

This refers to being familiar with the mechanism and getting familiar with the boss play. The time of this quest is troughed by five Black Iron Rank Professionals dressed in average equipment.

Roland certainly didn't have that kung fu.

If it was as Roland thought, Claudia was really hanging in the ritual circle at the innermost part of the Thousand Tombs, and she would have half an hour to live at most.

In other words, Roland must clean up all the dead within ten minutes and directly open the final boss to have the only hope of saving Claudia.

Roland slipped backwards to dodge the skinning wizard who fell from the sky, then kicked it away.

These guys are not the same as the corpses that are gradually festering. Although they are essentially dead, they do not have the immortality of a festering corpse.

These wizards just relive that moment before they die every day. As long as you kill them again as normal people, they will be temporarily inactive. Wait for the evening to come back to life.

In other words, as soon as Roland pierced their hearts or brains with the blue fangs in his hand, these fragile creatures would immediately fall to their knees.

But it doesn't work.

Because Roland has decided to grant them a long rest, and only enemies killed by Roland's baptismal chant will lose their immortality.

In other words, as long as Roland stabbed them to death and missed this long sleep, they didn't know when they would have to wait.

"Never forget to sing, never forget to pray, never forget to sleep!"

As Roland chanted more and more, the silver-gray feathers fluttering around him condensed into sharp needles one by one, falling down like rain.

All the spirits pierced by the silver needle were visibly much more transparent. As the needle rain falls. Some of the spirits had begun to lose their color entirely, shattering to the ground like illusory crystals.

But Roland frowned.

The oppression of the priest by the Great Barrier of Caral is too severe.

He prayed in the astral language, and the language itself was magical.

If Roland was chanting outside of Carral, he should now be surrounded by a ring of astral words. And those feathers should not be illusory silver-gray light feathers, but feathers that are as transparent as carefully carved black crystals, and the texture can be seen clearly.

The pinprick the thickness of a baby's little finger magnified many times to a sharp cross the size of an adult's palm.

Don't say it's the dead or the twilight species. Even for ordinary people, it should have enough lethality.

"Appoint to me, learn from me. Obey me - rest in my hands! Your sins will be anointed and sealed—"

Roland's chant summoned a silver-gray glow.

In the underground, where there should only be a dim candle flame, a silver-gray halo flickered. Paved all over the ceiling.

Roland continued the chanting unhurriedly as he frowned at the growing number of dead people around him.

Tut......

Not to mention killing them with just chanting, and letting them get closer, even Roland himself would be in danger of his life-

So Roland immediately made up his mind.

The black robe on his body was windless, and under the slender robe was like a group of snakes dancing, raising traces one by one, and dozens of vines poured out from his sleeves, neckline, and hem.

Roland replaced most of his natural energy with the most ordinary entanglement, and flocked to the dead around him, leaving only a healing touch of natural energy ready to hang Claudia's life.

As soon as these vines joined the battle, Roland's pressure was suddenly relieved a lot.

Several vines intertwined with each other, forming wings and tails, and kept waving towards them, knocking the dead back without stopping.

Roland didn't want the vines to hold the dead in place—just give him half a minute.

The syllables of the astral language, that is, the language of the gods, are so complex that the content is not only contained in the sound, but also in the rhythm and the emotions when speaking.

Maybe when Roland becomes the earthly agent of the Eternal Sleeping Mentor in the future, everything will be much simpler, but now that he has just joined this boss, everything has to be in order.

Roland used the scabbard of the Blue Fang to knock back a witch who swung over, and shouted:

"Only may the Lord have mercy on this wretched soul!"

Suddenly, the ceiling, which was scattered with a faint silver-gray light, shone with an incomparably brilliant light.

In the next moment, silver needles, more noisy than thunder and denser than torrential rain, poured out from the ceiling and slammed into the ground, drowning the dead with a continuous boom.

The rumbling lasted for more than ten seconds.

After the dust cleared, there was not a single light needle left on the ground, only a dense crystal powder remained.

The silver-gray glow reflected on the ceiling gradually dissipated, and the powder dissipated almost simultaneously.

The next moment, thousands of thanks echoed in Roland's ears, but they were as harmonious and beautiful as a chorus without the slightest noise.

"May your souls rest in peace."

Roland nodded, smiling at the thanks. And from this, I felt the peace of mind that I had never felt before. (To be continued......)