quicksilver blood

Chapter 178

Accompanied by Roland's prayer, the silver-white light seeping from the ground shattered.

The white light exploded immediately, and the fragments jumped out of the ground and floated around Roland at different heights.

Afterwards, these ice flake-like irregular white rays of light made a crackling sound, and shattered one by one, turning into shining spots like starlight.

Roland's prayer just came to an end.

He pondered for a while, and started a new prayer again.

The voice of the prayer grew louder and louder until it rumbled almost like thunder——

"Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are burned on the stake by fools!"

"For the Master will preserve you as gold in the fire—"

Surprised, Robert turned around.

I saw silvery gray traces burned on the ground like spider webs, trembling rhythmically like a breathing evil thing.

"—"

Robert just wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Not just your own words.

Even the sound of the howling wind, the creaking sound of the ground cracking—even the whistling sound of the sandstorm that almost gnawed the sky together was also extinguished.

The whole world presents complete silence.

Even the beating of the heart in the chest cavity could not be heard at all.

The only thing that echoed in this silent world was Roland's deep and cold prayer——

"I have seen mentors build ice banks, snow rooms, and hail bins."

"The water there is as hard as stone, and at dusk it freezes into ice."

Robert stared blankly at Roland, who was surrounded by millions of light spots, and his long mouth and outstretched hands were fixed in the air.

The holy white rays of light floated around Roland like the softest cotton wool.

He crossed his slender fingers and put them on his chest.His expression was serene and solemn, and his prayers were pious without boasting.

The blazing silver-white holy flame burned like flowing silver in the bottom of Roland's pupils, and holy light overflowed from his eye sockets like flowing water.

The soft light illuminated Roland from all directions, and even the shadows disappeared together.

Roland's skin showed an almost transparent texture under the light.

Roland's long black back-length hair fluttered in the silent world, and the black robe made of cobwebs was also fluttering and flapping, revealing Roland's hands and slender white wrists.

The pure black clothes were like shadows and dancing tentacles, binding Roland in it.

Looking at it from a distance at this moment, it looks like a shining holy spirit is bound in a pure black prison——

Looking from Robert, the fiery red sunset was reflected behind Roland.

The sunset is like blood——

Holy as silver—

In that instant, Robert understood what it means to be holy, what it means to be a believer.

For a moment, Robert even forgot about the sandstorm sweeping behind him.

Rather, he subconsciously felt that "Herlan" would definitely be able to solve this problem.

That's exactly what happened.

"Days she sheds snow like wool, she sheds frost like ashes—"

In the silent world, only Roland's prayer echoed in the sky.

The silver-gray lines, like trembling spider webs, were like cracks leading to hell, and gusts of icy cold wind gushed out of them, making Robert shiver.

Roland released the clasped hands in front of his chest, stretched out his right hand and pressed forward.

The last prayer was sung—

"—Her cold comes from the dead, how can flesh and blood resist?"

Suddenly, the wind howled.

White frost marks spread from Roland's feet.

The ground creaked, and pieces of transparent ice as sharp as knives rose from the ground.

Roland stood sideways, and a storm blew up behind him, blowing apart the sharp ice blade more than one meter high on the ground, engulfing it in the eye of the wind, and striking forward!
There is no sound in the silent hell manifested by the silent prayer.

Not just pure sound.

Even unformed witchcraft and divine arts will collapse in an instant.Only the spells already formed and the voices singing the eternal sleep can exist in it.

And Roland didn't just cast two divine spells in a row.

Using a Prayer of Silence to control the field first, followed by a second Prayer of Silence, is a regular burst routine for Mourners.

And using the Prayer of Silence to superimpose the Prayer of Frost is the most powerful one.

For example, if you chant the Prayer of Frost after the Prayer of Silence, if you add the Chanting of Decay, the effect is basically the same as that of "Death", except that the range is slightly smaller and you can't move.

You must know that Netherland is a high-level magical technique that can only be possessed by mourners who have awakened the origin. Its power is enough to freeze voice, soul, and thinking, leading everything to a cold death.

Although Roland lacks the decisive chant of death, fortunately, the prototype has appeared——

At this moment, the sandstorm with divine power finally swept across.

The sandstorm that was shining with dazzling light lost the dazzling light like a polished gold coin as soon as it entered the silent field.But even if the divinity was deprived, the sand waves that had been accelerated to the limit still rolled towards Roland and the others.

Just relying on that weight and speed, it was enough to smash Roland and the others into a bloody mess!
"So I shouted, blessed are those who are caught in the fire!"

As Roland prayed loudly, the ice storm circling and dancing behind him seemed to come to life, and rushed forward like a hunting hound, facing the sandstorm!

The constantly churning sandstorm and the frosty blizzard finally collided together.

It feels like fighting with two high-speed rotating chainsaws.

Immediately, the icy cold wind and the hot wind wrapped in sand waves hit Roland and the others.

The cold air that can freeze even the respiratory tract, and the charred smell unique to the charred house are mixed together, and a violent hurricane is rolled up, but there is no sound.

That's because the place of collision is within Roland's silent domain.

"Therefore I exclaim, Blessed are the prophets who are burned on the stake by fools!"

A frost-white blade of ice that was blown away by the sandstorm flashed across Roland's eyes, and beads of blood oozed from Roland's cheeks.

But Roland retreated instead of advancing.

Because the number of sandstorms can be called endless.

Even if Roland blocked the sandstorm on this side, he couldn't block the sandstorm on the left and right sides, let alone the sandstorm behind him.

His heart is very clear.

Never be passive defensive.

Must attack head-on!

So Roland stared straight at the ice blade that had been cut from his cheek, facing the raging roar in front of him, the golden natural disaster that had destroyed all the houses along the way, with a fearless exaggerated smile, he took a big step forward!
"I praise the Lord!"

"Praise the eternal sleep!"

"Praise the teacher!"

Roland growled and took three steps in a row, pale frenzy ignited in his eyes.

The silver-white holy flame gushed out from his eyes, and Roland's whole body burst into flames.

The holy fire blazed brightly.

The light completely enveloped Roland.

The wound that was just cut on Roland's face has healed at this moment.The ice blades and grains of sand that collapsed during the collision exploded as soon as they hit Roland, and were burned to ashes by the holy fire.

It was like a physical grace.

How much is Roland's grace?
If you insist on describing it, there is only one answer——

That is endless!
"Praise the teacher!"

Roland shouted loudly, it was the first time that the holy flame burned so fiercely on him, reflecting Roland's figure like a saint burned to death on the stake.

The holy fire, far beyond what Roland's body could bear, had torn his body apart.

But these countless small wounds have been healed by the holy fire at the same time as they appeared.

"Praise to Sleep—"

Roland's voice was like thunder, rumbling loudly.

Finally, he took another step forward and crashed into the blizzard.

Immediately, the blizzard exploded silently, spread out in all directions, and hit the golden sandstorm that attacked the three of An Ruosi from the side.

The speed of these sandstorms, which have just been washed away from their divinity, is already close to the speed of sound.

The wind alone is enough to destroy the forest.If it is wrapped in sand, it can even destroy a building in an instant.

And Roland just stared at the most powerful sandstorm, but he didn't budge.

With pale frenzy burning in his eyes, he praised his mentor loudly and opened his arms——

(End of this chapter)