quicksilver blood

Chapter 494 The Fate of the Martyrs
Not counting the sudden explosion of the trees behind him, he was caught off guard, and several pieces of cracked and burning wood pierced directly into Tradar's back.The longest of them was even as long as a child's forearm, and the front end sank deeply into his back waist, and dark red blood dripped down the wood drop by drop.

The depression on his forehead was shaken away again by the shock wave, and thick dark red blood seeped from it, passed his eyes and cheeks, and flowed down from his chin drop by drop.

Tradar narrowed his eyes and stared at the ember spirits who surrounded him maliciously, silently counting their number in his heart.

One, two... five, six... eight, nine.

A total of nine people.

Nine powerful enemies who belong to the same silver rank as Tradar.

Perhaps they were Bronze Rank before they performed some forbidden ritual, but it is true that they are now Silver Rank anyway.No matter how hard Tradar tried, it was impossible to escape from their encirclement.

From the corner of Tradar's eyes, he saw his colleagues being swarmed up by these monsters and easily broke into formation and then died, but he didn't say a word.

The long sword burning with the sacred fire can still easily cut through the rock surface of the monster, but that's all.There is no special effect that can burn them out as long as they hit people like before, and their simple swordsmanship is not enough to win against such a large number of enemies.

After all, they are just militiamen.Even though they wore masks and holy emblems in response to the call of the mourners, and were sheltered by their mentors, they did not have the slightest ability to fight against disadvantages.

Originally sheltering them, they could easily block the silver-white light of druid magic, but they couldn't block the scorching heat of these lava humanoids who called themselves Ember Spirits—their black cloth robes were not enchanted at all, and they didn't have the slightest resistance. High temperature resistance, once being grabbed by several enemies at the same time, it can only be roasted to death in the wailing.

With just contact, they quickly collapsed.

Really, a bunch of weaklings.It's really embarrassing for the teacher.

Tradar curled his lips in disdain, not showing any sign of their death.

Anyway, they are just here to count the number of people, and this group of people is not even a priest.The belief is not devout enough, the ability is not enough to be called the elite, there is nothing wrong with calling it cannon fodder.Just because they had the protection of their mentors and the command of the warlord, this group of people who hadn't even touched a weapon a week ago were able to destroy several druid gathering points one after another. It can't be said that Tradar's ability is not strong.

But that's all he has.

He is an Overseer, but only an Overseer.His strength depends on the army itself.

If you give Tradar and this group of garbage the same number of elite legion members, even if the number of enemies is doubled, Tradar still has the confidence to defeat them.

However, now is different.

After he worked so hard to defeat one of the Ember Spirits, he immediately realized that his fate of failure was inevitable.

But the ember spirits facing him hesitated to approach because they felt Tradar's vitality was burning violently.

Anyway, if it drags on for a while, he will die by himself.

"Hehehe..."

But facing such a desperate situation, Tradar suddenly laughed.The hoarse laughter sounded like a crow, ominous and hoarse.

His right hand, which was pinching the man's neck, drooped slightly.As if waiting for something.

"I'm so stupid. What am I thinking. Really..."

He lowered his head and muttered, silver-white flames slowly overflowing from his mouth.

The Ember Spirit at the head immediately realized that something was wrong.

However, it was too late.

The silver-gray flame exploded from Tradar's body without warning.

Like a thundercloud, a dazzling silver ball of light exploded from his side, turning the two ashes who accidentally got too close into ashes.

dong dong!

A dull engine-like heartbeat sounded suddenly, humming and roaring——

The next moment, a wave of silver-white light surged towards the surroundings like an ocean wave.

"Teacher! I sacrifice to you with the blood of my enemy!"

The laughing Tradar roared in the center of the light tide.

His left eye was scorched black, his right eye was beating with silvery white light, the bones of his chest cavity were bent outward instead, and the contents inside were burning violently, shining dazzling silvery white light like a reaction furnace.

An increasingly intense silver-white light began to flicker in Tradar's chest, becoming stronger and brighter.

A terrifying sense of suffocation filled Ember Spirit's chest, pressing them down, not daring to approach, desperately wanting to escape.

It's not just them.Deeper in the woods, two druids in dark red robes, a man and a woman, also changed their complexions drastically, trying to escape.

However, the air is starting to get sticky.Everyone's movements became slow.

The next moment, an extremely dazzling blazing white brilliance suddenly pierced out from Tradar's chest, and the arc of light flickered, and was pulled out long.His whole body was dyed silvery white.

Then, with him as the center, the boundless silver-white electric light flooded the whole world.

His color became more and more dazzling, and finally turned into a phantom-like blazing white.

The next moment, all the blazing whites exploded at the same time, and the unimaginable roar tumbling overwhelmed everything.

The shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded centered on Tradar.The soil was rolled up layer by layer and was blown away, and the surrounding ancient trees were blown into pieces, and then crushed into fine pieces in the storm.The trees a little further away were also blown by the storm and tilted slightly outward.

It was already half an hour later when everything subsided.

Not to mention Ember Spirit.Even the surrounding earth turned into nothingness.Everything within about eighty feet disappeared.

At this moment, the second wave of people finally rushed over.They also wear beak masks and black robes.

When the leader saw this somewhat familiar scene, his left hand couldn't help trembling, and he knelt down, gently stroking the ground.

"...One step later."

He murmured softly: "Another...do you want to die like this?"

Behind him, someone hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Master Kakarit, this means..."

Kakarit shook his head without answering.

He was silent for a long time, then stood up, and his voice had returned to calm.

"Hands down, Father Tradal was martyred in the Forest of the Elders."

He said softly: "I will ask His Majesty Roland to posthumously proclaim him a saint—Santa Tradal! As for now..."

Under the mask, Kakarit's eyes became cold: "Search for the ashes Farina who is hiding in the Forest of the Elders immediately!"

"—Life or death!"

(End of this chapter)