quicksilver blood

Chapter 531 That Golden and Pure World

Marco roared and roared like a ghost.

The skin on his body split open, exposing the scorching hot lava within.

Accompanied by Marco's heavy breathing like a bellows, a suffocating hot breath poured out of Marco.

The ground under his feet suddenly boiled and melted into a bright and viscous liquid like golden iron juice, which continued to spread around.

It was scorching like a furnace roaring, and it was an impactful and destructive force that could tear flesh and blood to pieces.As long as you are in it, even just breathing will make your internal organs ripen, and just opening your eyes will burn your eyeballs into charcoal.

As Mark said, it is a fire that is powerful enough to cleanse the world.

That is a holy flame that can consume all the impurities in the world——

The ashes who turned into monsters around them wailed terribly and kept backing away, trying to stay away from Marco.

Green smoke emitted from their bodies, their skin quickly became dry, and circles of burn marks appeared on the edges of the crystals.

As if being pressed by an invisible branding iron, large pieces of runes made of scorched flesh appeared on their bodies.

That was the oath they swore when they joined the Embers.

That is Mark as the "lord" punishing the "disciples".

With nostalgic eyes, he passed those companions who had become completely unrecognizable one by one, with an extremely serious expression.

He wants to remember the appearance of each of these people.

He compared the appearance of each person with the ones in his memory, and put each familiar name on each strange monster.

- Then, kill them.

Suddenly, Marco burst into tears, and the tears were vaporized as soon as they gushed out.

"Damn it ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

He roared and shouted.

As if some switch had been pressed, the clothes all over Marco's body were torn apart by the violently inflated scorching breath, the skin fell off and melted at the same instant, and his whole body turned into a scorching and dazzling light.

"Listen up, Windtalker, listen up—"

As he roared, the runes branded on the other Embermen's bodies suddenly turned from pitch black to scorched red, and golden flames suddenly gushed out of them, enveloping their bodies and burning them into ashes.

As if an invisible halo passed by Marco, all the ashes who touched it burned without warning, and turned to ashes in the golden flame.

He growled: "——you've pissed me off! You've pissed me off completely!"

Accompanied by the roar that made the earth tremble like a dragon's chant, more and more intense golden light emerged from Marco's body, cracking the earth and the ceiling, and being burned to ashes in the rising golden flame.

Afterwards, the sky, the earth, and the corpses of the ashes poured towards Marco like a river flowing into the sea. Marco's photochemical body grew several times in a few breaths, and the golden lava figure tens of meters high slowly Stand up and engulf the entire building completely.

Terrible pressure spread around Marco.The house and the ground were crushed, and there was a scream of rattling.Lava gushed out from under Marco's feet and spread along the cobweb-like ground. The ground with a radius of several thousand meters was crushed by the huge pressure. The flowing lava easily burned the flesh and blood of the residents in the city to ashes.

That is the Molten Sage, the legal controller of the Fire Elemental Plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Farnese.Every Molten Sage has the combat power of the highest spire level, and the Molten Halo on their bodies alone is enough to wipe out countless miscellaneous troops.

With the increasingly terrifying pressure overflowing from Marco, his body size is still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyesight is also raised because of this.

In just a few breaths, Marco's figure swelled three times.

And his voice became hoarse and weird, and his spirit became obviously unstable.

But the Windtalker didn't panic in the slightest.

He stood quietly on the slowly flowing lava, as if he was just a phantom.

"So, Marco..."

His words were full of sarcasm: "The way you look now, is that what you call a human being?"

"--exactly!"

However, Marco did not hesitate and responded loudly: "I am human! I am more human than anyone else!"

"No, you are a monster!"

The Wind Whisperer accused without hesitation: "Human beings will never have a body as huge as yours, and they will not turn living beings into charcoal with just breathing, and they will not turn this fertile land into scorched earth - you are the world's Destroyer, not Guardian!"

"I am only the destroyer of sinners! I am the purifier of the world!"

Marco roared like thunder, "I will burn you to ashes, I am the fire that purifies the world—"

Marco's eyes were full of rage.

It was a primal rage that was beyond human control, a rage that was enough to destroy everything in the world.

That is the Molten Sage's desire to purify the filthy world.

Like all fire elemental lords, as Marco's anger grew stronger, his size also grew larger.Now his height has exceeded [-] meters, and this terrifying monster made of golden lava can be seen anywhere in the same city.

"You're crazy, Marco."

But the Windtalker looked at him, his tone full of pity: "Your life is over."

"—Then let him end!!"

Marco roared furiously, his voice was wrapped in scorching brilliance, turned into a wave, spread out and engulfed the entire city in an instant.

When he personally killed all the ashes who followed him and destroyed all the achievements of his thoughts in his life, he was already crazy.

The gods have been slaughtered and the people set free.

In other words - Marco's ambition to spend his whole life preparing and operating for hundreds of years was fulfilled overnight by Roland.

Since then, Marco has had no reason to necessarily live.

He has no parents, no lover, no children.His followers were turned into monsters, and the greatest human being in the world was against him, and two-thirds of the people in the world were thinking about how to destroy him.

He is alone.

No one in this world is more lonely than Marco.

All who believed in him are dead, and the only one who understands him is his enemy.

Just as the Windtalker said, the one roaring here at this moment is just a monster from Purgatory.

His last wish now is to crush and kill Windtalker and his followers here, and destroy everything about Windtalker.

While he was roaring, his right fist, burning like a falling sun, hammered down on Windtalker.

But the wind talker, but he will not hide.

He just prayed loudly: "May Higgs save me at the sword, at the horns of the buffalo—"

The next moment, the slender eyeballs of Higgs appeared in front of Windtalker in an instant.

The phantom was completely different from those summoned by other twilight contacts. If it hadn't been many times smaller than Higgs' body, even Roland would have regarded it as Higgs' arrival.

At the same time that transparent eyeball filled with small white snakes emerged from the void, an indescribably dark fear spread out.

Marco's right hand, as hot as the falling sun, stopped in mid-air without any warning.His whole body froze immediately.

Marco watched helplessly as the flames on his body gradually went out, and the burning dark red flames pierced out of him one by one like sharp cones.Beside him, the golden lava pool also became dim, and dark red spears slowly pierced out from it.

That was the fallen form of the Molten Sage - the terrifying monster known as the Impaler.

A spear grows from every corpse he burns, and each spear can become a pyroxene firethrower.And the lowest level among the pyroxene fire throwers can also compete with the strong ones of the gold level.

It only takes one person to be a natural disaster to destroy the world.

"I told you, Marco... I reminded you."

Windtalker shook his head pityingly: "Everything you have done is meaningless, and you have accomplished nothing in this life."

"Maybe so. From birth to now, I seem to have really done nothing..."

Marco, whose pupils quickly turned dim, seemed to have calmed down, and he said calmly.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and smiled at Windtalker and Higgs in front of him.

Windtalker was stunned for a moment, and a strong sense of crisis emerged from his heart.

Marco read softly, but his voice was as loud as thunder: "But I can make my death meaningful—"

"—For that golden and pure world!"

(End of this chapter)