"Exalt the Holy One! Bow down and cry out with a loud voice—"

Roland chanted softly, a silver-gray dazzling light rising from his eyes.

At the level of Roland, its language is also given meaning.

His words are sacred and eloquent, and the mere mere chanting of them is enough to change the world.

He was not singing a prayer to a saint, but a sacrifice of glory to his own bloody warriors.

It is the spirit of the word that gives revelation, and it is also the spirit of the word that cleanses the soul and elevates the person.

If Roland's commandment keepers recited this prayer, they could even resonate their hearts with Roland for a short time, and Roland's will descended on him, pouring divine revelation into his heart.

Accompanied by Roland's chant, the murmuring hymn floated beside Roland.

A more divine stream of light surged, and the misty silver-white light mist gradually gathered over, condensing white water droplets on Roland's body, and pouring into Roland's arm in a mysterious trajectory.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, Roland's entire right hand slowly flashed with a gentle white light. His entire right hand was dyed white jade, and black runes emerged from it, humming like some kind of ritual statue.

Just looking at that momentum, even if a beam of magic cannons blasted out of Roland's fingertips in the next second, it wouldn't be surprising.

But when Oleta saw this scene, she was relieved.

If Roland wanted to kill him, he didn't need to come up with such a big battle.

On the contrary, Roland's actions made him a little more convinced of a certain speculation in his heart.

By this time, Roland's chant had come to an end: "...... When the last days come, I will remove your bloody garments and rejoice! ”

In that instant, a surging stream of light coalesced from Roland's fingertips, and in a subtle arc sank into Oletta's skull, silently passing through his withered frontal bone, and disappearing somewhere in the center of the skull without warning.

However, Oleta couldn't help but tremble.

The divine will from Roland rushed gently but irresistibly into his mind.

It was a will as vast as the sea.

He felt the sky and the earth overturn, and his soul fell limply into the sky. A scented warmth gently patted his face.

It was a fresh scent of herbs, like Serena's.

But on top of that, there was also a faint warmth of burning spices, and Oleta felt a fluffy warmth echoing from her forehead to her whole body for the first time in a long time.

It was as if he had lost his weight, floating in a sea of faint incense, the warm waves crashing against the shores of the silver-white flames, shattering into a froth.

When he vaguely saw the vast expanse of the raging ocean lapping against the distant shore, a strong sense of worry tugged at him. But the dead silence was broken—the raging waves began to speak to him in a language that was neither actual nor articulate.

“——”

However, it can't be heard, it can't be heard clearly, and it can't be understood.

Oleta instinctively sensed that the voice was extremely important. Hear it anyway.

Then he inexplicably understood, it was the old voice whispered in his ear by someone familiar:

"Focus."

"Focus."

"Focus."

That's right, he felt it, he had to concentrate.

"Focus."

"Focus."

"Focus."

As it should be! As it should be...... I should be focused.

I should be focused.

I should be focused.

"I ...... Concentration should be made. ”

Oleta couldn't help but whisper.

The next moment, his reason shattered in an instant.

The spices around him burst into flames, and everything in front of him was stained with a twisted silvery white. Thousands of years of wisdom have been turned into some kind of fuel, burning and bursting out with greater power.

It was a thousand-year-old fire that had been kindled with his soul, will, and body.

For a moment, Oleta felt that her surroundings were completely filled with silver-white flames. Everything in front of me turned a twisted silvery white, like a torrent of dancing mad metal.

- There is only one place, which is still pitch black.

It was a shadow of a humanoid. The shadow's figure was so slender that it looked a little hideous.

To be precise, it can be said that it was a thin giant ape, forced into the corner of Oletta's mind by the flowing flames, and remained silent, making Oleta feel a strong fear when he didn't come.

"—ah, I found it."

The old voice that had been whispering in his ear floated past him with joy and passed straight past him.

Originally, Oleta could only say that she had no feeling for this existence. But when he saw the man who spoke up, he couldn't help but tremble.

A robe of dull yellow sand, eyes wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and long wooden spikes that run through the wrists of both hands and nail them to their chests in a cross shape. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a walking god.

And the majestic body that was large enough to be several people—even at the same time that Oleta recognized him, the originally low world was immediately raised several times taller than it could allow the god to walk.

At the same time as the giant appeared, the flame burning on Oletta's body gradually extinguished. All that was left was his robe, faintly burned, and a faint red glow.

Although a third of his soul had been burned, leaving Oleta's mind unclear now, he couldn't wait to ask, "Are you ......?" ”

However, the moment he opened his mouth, he was immediately startled.

It was a childish, clear voice, not the hollow decay sound that I usually simulated.

Oleta subconsciously looked down and found that under the shabby robe on her body was a young and healthy body.

Although his body has changed, his soul is still strong. Strong-willed and perceptive, Oleta immediately realized that it was her fourteen-year-old body—it had no spell marks in it, and it had not been infused with weakened golden blood. I won't be awake at night because of the abundant magic power, I won't be distorted because of bloodline mutations, and I won't fundamentally change my life habits and way of thinking.

It was a full flesh and blood, a mortal body.

What's going on?

Oletta, who was already a little confused, was even more dazed for a moment. He stood helplessly looking at the giant in front of him, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Don't panic, you deserve it. This is the body that once belonged to you, but you have abandoned it—the only thing you have abandoned that you have longed for hundreds of years and have given up pursuing! ”

The aging voice seemed to see through Oletta's helplessness, and couldn't help laughing: "Conscious or unconscious." In short, since you have given your soul and will to Roland, you deserve your own salvation. ”

"Know that Saint Laurent is the Savior and the last prophet of all things. If you ask him for help, you will be saved. ”

The old voice was full of anger and praised: "Because he is the highest!" Roland, the Most High! ”

"—because, he's the emperor!" (To be continued.) )