"You can't die yet—"

Roland put his right hand on Kylemora's forehead and called out loudly.

Like a pebble rippling on the surface of a lake, the silver-gray light swayed diagonally perpendicular to Roland's fingers.

In the next moment, a silver-gray eggshell-like glow bloomed, enveloping Kylemora's entire person.

He curled up like a baby, suspended in the air.

Roland's fingers touched his forehead, and silver-gray tree-like lines spread upwards from the back of Roland's right hand, branching out into the air.

If you look at it from the side, there is only a thin silver light that reaches into the sky; But if you look at it from the front, you can see the dense silver-gray circuits like a circuit board. If you get closer, you can see the runes that make up the silver-gray circuit.

It reads—

"Glory to the Teacher!"

Roland chanted aloud, and the huge curtain of light that opened closed in a very short time, and suddenly sank like thunder, sinking into the body of Kylemora suspended in the air.

"For I am righteousness and truth!"

Amid Roland's thunderous prayers that reverberated through the air, silver-gray flames burst into flames on Kylemora.

The flames burned from Kaelmora's body, and his old skin withered and fell off, revealing the snow-white skin within; A lot of his hair had fallen away, and his white-gold satin-like hair had grown again. His shriveled body swelled as if it were pumped up, and his body became well-proportioned again.

With just one fire, Kyle Mora went from being an old man in his eighties to twenty years of youth. There was still a bit of childishness in his cheeks, and if it weren't for the fact that there was still a bit of majesty between his eyebrows and eyes, he wouldn't have recognized this gentle and kind young man as the "wolf-hearted" Kyrmora who had never smiled on his face and had a serious and gloomy complexion.

"This ......"

"What a miracle! What a miracle! ”

Someone shouted hysterically, and their eyes suddenly burst into light that had never been seen before when they looked at Roland.

Suddenly, the mercenaries exploded in an instant. The army is also ready to move. Even if someone neglected discipline and whispered in the ranks, no one cared.

Only then did they realize that the middle-aged woman summoned by Roland was not an illusion, but a real resurrection of the dead. They hadn't even thought about it before.

As unbelievable as it may sound, it wouldn't be strange if the dead could be brought back to life, right?

The resurrection of the dead, the rejuvenation of the dead.

Cross the taboo line of life and death and reverse the time that has passed.

Not even the gods can do anything to this extent.

So. If he was still a mortal...... And what are the gods?

Coupled with Roland's easy defeat of Kylemora, for a while, people's strong faith in the gods was violently shaken.

What is Kyle Mora? It was impossible for him to act with Roland, and he was even punished by the gods for this.

Then there is only one possibility......

That is, what Roland has done is a true miracle, a great miracle that even their gods cannot do!

Even the existence behind Roland is so strong that even the God of Contract does not dare to punish Roland, only dares to fire his own Pope.

What kind of concept is that?

People don't dare to think about it anymore.

It was a greater being above Tyre's level - the mere recognition of its existence was enough to destroy one's own worldview.

But just when most people were hesitating, a few people had already made a quick decision to run to Roland.

Following Kylemora's movements, they came close to Roland. Then he knelt down and prostrated himself reverently.

As soon as someone spoke, people began to emerge from the crowd and bow down to Roland.

There were more and more kneeling people, and it spread like a plague. In just a few minutes, those who did not kneel among the mercenaries became a minority of the few.

In order not to make themselves the most conspicuous people, they had no choice but to kneel down.

That is the will of the people. That's the choice of the majority -- that's the only right answer.

They have no choice.

And after all the mercenaries fell to their knees, the pressure on the berserkers in armor suddenly increased a lot.

Some officers hesitated for a long time. Finally, it also came over. As soon as they moved, the whole formation immediately dispersed. Time. The soldiers walked up to Roland and got down on one knee.

It was the highest ritual to worship the gods and their messengers. In the face of supreme divine power, even the king must bow down, and even the grand duke must kneel on one knee.

It was the decisive gap between mortals and gods—it was the moat that was cut open by the power of immortality.

Finally, everyone fell to their knees. No one is trying to be the one and only, or rather. Those who think this way have long since been melted in the first round of innocent chanting.

And in the Holy City, it was now filled with ecstatic cheers. It was as if the frenzy was about to overflow.

Even during the reign of Jupiter IV, the people of the Holy City were not so fanatical as they are now.

It can only be said that Roland's reversal brought them too big and too sudden.

That's a legion of 50,000 men.

They marched all the way, easily cutting off the rest of the resistance throughout Bansa. And the loss is almost zero. And after all of them came together and concentrated their highest combat power, the inhabitants of Frankfurt were almost desperate.

They didn't even leave a suicide note. In the hands of this group of trained murderers, cultists and robbers, nothing will be left and everything on the horizon will be burned to ashes.

But at this moment, their Roland Majesty appeared like a savior. His presence alone intimidated everyone, making them retreat again and again; Then he easily defeated and captured the Pope, the God of Contract, and now with a series of miracles, the cruel invaders fell to their knees in displeasure, and no one even had the courage to say no to Roland.

The people screamed, shouted hysterically, praised Roland's greatness, and repeatedly kowtowed to the ground. They had lost their minds, and even their throats were hoarse, and they kept chanting Roland's name.

"Roland! Rowland! Rowland! Rowland! ……”

The short shouts rolled like a tsunami, louder, louder, and faster.

The shouts were almost drowned out, and even those who were kneeling could not help but mutter.

Then, Roland raised his right hand slightly.

In an instant, his outstretched shout came to an abrupt end. From extreme movement to extreme stillness, the feeling of disparity makes people's hearts feel as if they have fallen into thin air, and become extremely uncomfortable.

But no one cares about this at this time. They just looked at Roland, looking at him wistfully.

At this time, a man on his knees asked Roland, "Didn't you just say that there are no miracles for this generation?" ”

"Indeed," Roland nodded, and read aloud, "this is a generation of sin and filth. People asked for miracles, but they were never shown signs. ”

But people do not think they are dirty, but that there are no miracles in this world! I will tell you, that you are guilty! ”

"Pray! Judge yourselves, punish yourselves, and vouch yourselves until ye are truly pure. ”

"Come and vouch for me, and bear witness of my miracle in your name!"

As Roland shouted, on Kylemora's left hand, the Ring and Roland flashed a silver-gray light simultaneously.

"Ask for miracles, but there are no signs for you in this world—and I will perform miracles in my name, seven miracles in three days!"

"If you believe, shout! If you believe me, call on my name—"

At Roland's call, a brilliant silver light rose from him.

In the midst of the unanimous calls of countless people, endless silver chains pierced through the walls of Aum, making loud noises that bound something firmly!

"Roland! Don't you dare! ”

Enveloped in the fury of thunder, a roar with overlapping echoes rang out in the sky.

However, Roland was unmoved.

"Of course I dare! For I am the Substitute of the Guru, the successor of the Pale Silver - for I am Roland! ”

He scoffed, his eyes shining with a dazzling light.

"I am righteousness and truth!" (To be continued.) )