quicksilver blood

Chapter 570 The Future in Roland's Eyes

When questioned by Roland, the flames in Auletta's eyes burned fiercely for an instant.

"Your Majesty, what did you say?"

His movements froze for a moment, and he turned his head to ask questions suspiciously.

Looking at his hollow and decayed skeleton, Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.

He felt it—the moment he asked that sentence, the killing intent from Oleta flashed past.

Although it was only for a moment, Roland was sure that it was not an illusion or that he had recognized the wrong person.The feeling of being buried among dry bones and being buried in a tomb is very similar to the feeling of being covered by the mentor's divine grace.

Apart from the lich, which has survived for thousands of years and whose existence is almost equivalent to history, only the death crow, which is immersed in the essence of death, can have such a heavy murderous intention.

But obviously being locked on by Oleta's murderous intent for a moment, Roland smiled instead of being surprised.

Because Roland finally knew that the key to the matter was before his eyes.

He knew from the beginning that the copying of the Book of Ten Thousand Laws was on Oleta; what Roland was not sure about was whether Oleta had anything to do with the terrible hurricane that could destroy the country.

In the original plot line, Auletta was not saturated with despair.

As the holder of the Book of Replication and the successor recognized by the will of those who know later, if he is also contaminated by despair, even if Anvilia or Merlin come in person, they will only be destroyed by him. .

A strong will strong enough to withstand the most terrible spiritual pollution is the only inheritance condition of this book.

In the words of players, it means that the willpower is greater than sixty.With this level of willpower, even if you look directly at the twilight species, you will not be polluted by their spirit.

However, in Auletta's words just now, Roland heard extremely desperate words such as "This world will eventually be destroyed by dusk" and "No one will be spared".This is definitely not the style that Oletta should have.

Even if the possibility is unlikely, Roland has to wonder whether Oletta has been infected and turned into Twilight's family.

"No, it's nothing. It's best you don't know."

Pretending not to notice the killing intent at that moment before, Roland then asked: "Oletta, do you have any way to deal with the hurricane outside?"

"That hurricane..."

Oletta glanced at Roland, the flames in her eyes were slowly shaking.

He probably realized something, but because he couldn't be sure, he could only say in ambiguous words: "It looks very difficult. I haven't been there yet to see it... But by visual inspection, it at least has the power of a great ritual-level magic... ..."

Having said that, Oletta suddenly stopped talking and didn't continue talking.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a more gentle smile.

"Oletta, you have to know that the only one we can rely on is you."

As he spoke, Roland glanced at Serena, who was lying on the bed with her face upside down, and said, "Elcate is facing the most terrible threat. The terrible hurricane may get out of control at any time, and the city will be destroyed. The suspended city and the great holy place buried in yellow sand were completely razed to the ground...by then, no one will survive."

Looking at Auletta, Roland paused for a moment, and emphasized again: "No one can survive."

"...as it should be, Your Majesty."

The dry and decayed skeleton was silent for a while, then bowed respectfully to Roland: "You are right."

"However, I still think that this world will eventually end."

Aoleta's hollow and echoing voice sounded in Roland's heart: "Order is just an illusion, an illusion... This world has never been saved, and it has been like this since ancient times."

"Since a long time ago, this world has been on the verge of destruction. Until now, it's just getting closer to that established goal," Oletta said word by word, "I have already seen the future and so on. "

"What has been, will be done again; what has been done, will be done again. You may not know that this world itself is dilapidated, not complete or great at all, but just a pile of the past. Toys pieced together from destroyed wreckage..."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty. To us mortals, the rule of you and the Three Saints is no different from that of the gods—you see, we can live well under the rule of the gods. You make the land become Let them become fertile and rotten, let them be nourished by the blood of the gods and become pure and clean... But these are meaningless."

Once he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop his desire to talk.At a speed visible to the naked eye, the flames in Oletta's eyes gradually showed a hint of yellow.

Of course Roland and the Countess of Bloodmaw noticed this.Chrissy's face changed drastically almost immediately, and expressions of rage and disappointment immediately gushed out from her eyes.But Roland grabbed her hand and held her down.

...You know, Roland can hardly use magic now.Even if he has the dream of the sleepless, he may not be able to defeat Oletta, and Chris is also enough.

If they were to fight now, no matter whether it was the old lich or someone else who released the hurricane, it would not be the result Roland wanted.

And Roland has confidence in this guy's character.He believed that even if Oleta was polluted by the dusk, as long as he didn't really mutate into a monster, he could break free from it with his willpower.

After suppressing his nervousness for a while, Roland asked: "So, what do you think I should do? My dear Auletta? Do you think I should give up those people who ask me for help? Or should I leave them alone?" Those who cry and chant my name in despair should be kicked into hell?"

"Obviously, I'm not obligated to respond to everyone's requests. But as long as I see it and I can do it, I won't let it go and make things worse."

"But what's the point?" Auletta asked, "Those people can only live for a few decades, even if they are inspired by you, their spirits are baptized, and they devote themselves wholeheartedly to serving the world. In the work of rising, can they transform the entire world into a completely new one in just a few years?"

Roland shook his head and reprimanded in a low voice: "As long as people are still alive and engaged in labor, the world will change to some extent. I have done a little work, at least it is better than those who have not done it. In return, it’s just that I can’t leave them alone—because they call out my name aloud and see me as their savior, I can’t leave them alone.”

He said, something gleam in his silver-grey eyes: "I will deliver them by the sword, from the horn of the wild ox, from the fangs of the lion. This is my covenant with them."

Looking at Roland, Auletta was a little distracted for a moment.His mood slowly calmed down, and the yellowish color in his eyes gradually faded.

He looked at Roland, speechless.It took a long time before he said: "...It would be great if you were born a thousand years ago. If you were here at that time, maybe everything will change now."

"It's not too late now."

"No, it's too late now."

Oletta shook her head and murmured: "They are here... They have already found us. There is no way to run away, and it is useless to struggle. In just a few years, I can't even find a way to hide the whole world arrive."

"Did you mean the twilight species?"

Roland asked quietly.

The second half of Oletta's words were choked immediately, and he looked at Roland in surprise.

Even though he couldn't see any expression on his muscular face, Roland could feel the surprise and bewilderment in the real eyes.

Roland looked at him and said with a gentle smile: "People are going to die when they live. The moment this world is born, it must die."

"Maybe one day, Farnese will really perish. However, Farnese will not die."

Roland smiled softly, stepped forward, and reached out to hold Oletta's skull.Although the flames in the old Lich's eyes trembled violently, he didn't resist or dodge, so he calmly let Roland put his hand on his forehead.

"Oletta, open your heart to my will."

Roland said softly: "I will show you, the future in my eyes—"

　sleepy……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)