An even more scorching hurricane wound into bundles, clinging to the Grand Duke's blade.

The silver-gray marrow-like poisonous fire was extinguished by an inexplicable force - the next moment, a violent scorching storm swirled and flew at high speed around the Grand Duke, and the figure that had become clear inside disappeared into the eye of the wind again in a vague way.

More like a giant drill shaped by a hurricane than a snake and a loophole, it was hard to nail into the ground.

Not only was the ground cracked by the pressure, but the whole earth seemed to tremble. As if standing near a drill bit on a construction site, Roland only felt the ground under his feet tremble at an increasingly intense frequency.

Finally, after the pressure reached a critical point, the ground burst open with a thud. In an instant, with the Grand Duke as the center, dense cracks like spider webs instantly bloomed on the ground, and the cracks became deeper and more numerous every second!

As if from the center of the earth, the dust and gravel on the ground vibrated like sand on a frantically beating drum, and were suspended in the air in a vague manner.

But in just a moment, the floating earth and rocks were swept away by the blowing storm, and the scattered poisonous fire was sucked into the silver-gray frantically swirling hurricane. The hurricane, restrained by the power of the Grand Duke, vibrated violently like a chainsaw thrown into the sand, making an unsettling screeching sound.

In front of this chilling scene, Roland took a deep breath. Instead, a fanatical smile appeared on his face.

No doubt. That's a smile that only a fanatic can have.

It was the smile of a madman when he faced the building that was about to collapse, and the bridge that was about to be blown up. It doesn't matter if you're on it yourself.

Even if the next moment the Grand Duke's sword blade is about to tear itself apart, it doesn't matter.

He shouted: "Never forget to sing, never forget to pray, never forget to sleep!" ”

"Appoint me, learn from me, obey me - rest in my hands!"

That's when it happened. The Grand Duke's blade finally completely shredded the hurricane and stabbed straight at Roland.

However, Roland had no intention of dodging. He prayed incessantly. The silver-white flame in his eyes burned brightly. The points of light behind him condensed into black crystal-like feathers at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they rushed forward with a strong sense of disobedience. From all sides, he grabbed the blade of the sword, which faintly emitted a red glow like charcoal fire, and stopped it in the air.

It looked as pure and delicate as black crystal, but still had a hint of softness, like countless fine steel brushes, and the blade of the Grand Duke's sword was fiercely set in place, and a large number of sparks appeared.

A steady stream of divine grace poured from Roland, and those dark crystal feathers became sharper and stronger.

But in time, you can still see the blade gradually slipping out of the gap in the feather, and then pulling it out with a brush.

The next moment, as the Grand Duke took a step forward, a violent hurricane suddenly burst out in all directions. At that moment, Roland felt suffocated. His body felt a very strong backward thrust, and he almost flew backwards without standing steadily.

Was the fury before the ashes a hurricane......

Roland had such a thought vaguely in his mind, but he didn't have time to think too much. Even though Roland stabilized his body, the Grand Duke's attack had already arrived at this moment.

Unfazed, the blade struck with a manic hurricane, as if wielding a huge club.

Roland subconsciously raised his blade to block the Grand Duke's assault, but then his blade was deflected out by the one-way rotating hurricane.

After that, the Grand Duke took a firm step forward, and a manic hurricane swept through. Finally pushed Roland backwards.

Although it was only more than one meter and less than two meters away, while Roland was still gliding backwards and did not regain his center of gravity, the Grand Duke's jump split had already come!

With the consciousness that it seems to split the heavens and the earth together, the silver-gray hurricane that penetrates the sky and the earth condenses into a column. Slammed down!

However, Roland did not have the slightest inclination to dodge.

He's already enlightened.

Yes. It is not applicable to real strength, just the combat power of the real silver level in the ordinary sense, and his own combat experience. The idea of easily defeating the Grand Duke without the transformation of ashes is too arrogant.

Roland wasn't really a genius. He had even the experience of fighting Twilight. But that's in the game after all. Besides, add up all his combat experience in the game. It doesn't take more than ten years to get a full count.

Think about the Sword of Glory that has been advanced to the Throat of Champions, the Stalkers who have been promoted to the Shadow Warrior class, and the real weapon masters, who have not experienced more than ten years of experience when they advanced to Silver?

And the "activated armor" that is silently attacking in front of Roland's eyes is a warrior who has lived on the battlefield all his life, an executioner, and a hero who is worshipped. He has killed more people in his life, perhaps more than Roland has seen.

So, what is it that makes Roland superior enough to try to defeat the other party with his strengths and weaknesses? Is it because of the "meagre silver level" rank?

No kidding. Roland himself is a model of cross-level killing, so why can't others have such an ability?

Roland's power at the moment comes almost entirely from his mentors, the system, and his own prophetic prescience. If you show off your "combat experience" or magic manipulation skills as an advantage, it will be too much.

Now Roland has calmed down. After that, he couldn't help but start thanking the Grand Duke.

Without his persecution, Roland would not have realized that he had begun to get carried away.

He was a pastor. He is the Pope of the Holy One, the only spokesman for the Sleeping Teacher.

His every move represents the face of the mentor.

Fear of becoming a monster or something, fear that this will alienate you or something, such a cowardly psychology should not have appeared in the first place.

He's the Pope, not the same ordinary person anymore. There is no need to act cautiously, but to act like thunder.

All Roland had to do was not let the gods find out that the Sage had returned. Once they were wary and chose to hide their followers in the mountains, Roland would be in big trouble.

Only when the vast majority of people lose their faith in the gods will they be unable to resist the verification of the Wall of Aum and will be banished to the earth. Roland didn't have the time to search for them bit by bit, and the best way to do that was to let the situation start to fall apart before they realized something was wrong.

In other words, the only place that binds Roland is under the noses of the gods. And Karal, like the White Tower, is a place where the gods can't see, and even if Roland makes his cornerstone elements run away, there is no problem in turning into an angel of death.

Because Roland is the Pope.

It is a monster that believes in gods.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Roland's heart, and more and more violent battle intent surged from his chest.

The Grand Duke is the boss, and Roland is also the boss; The Grand Duke is a silver rank, and Roland is also a silver rank. Well, since the Grand Duke has already begun to rampage......

A trace of emerald green flashed in Roland's eyes, and for a moment it overwhelmed the raging flame.

Looking at the huge blade wrapped in the hurricane that was about to split itself, Roland didn't even blink his eyes, just stood in place, and shouted in an almost hysterical voice: "Your sin will be oiled and marked—"

"Heh......"

A soft, languid laugh came from behind Roland.

"That's it. That's a good boy. ”

With the pleasant voice of the mentor whom he had not seen for a long time, the silver barrier rose quietly before the Grand Duke's sword fell. Absorbs the power of the blade completely. (To be continued.) )