quicksilver blood

Chapter 575 Imperial Power
One is the pure white ocean.

One is the gray and white storm.

It is a struggle between authority and authority—a war in which the earth and sky are armies and the world is a battlefield.

That is enough power to lead the world to destruction, and just one of them is enough to wash Titan into a pure power of white ground.

Just staying by Roland's side made it almost difficult for the three of Chris to breathe.Not to mention actions—even if Roland didn't direct his hostility towards them, it would be difficult for him to move forward under the gaze of the invisible eyes that were more authoritative than gods.

"Wait, Your Majesty—"

In Chrissy's exclamation, the flames surrounding Roland entangled the three of them involuntarily, and threw them back gently but forcefully.

In the blink of an eye, they flew thousands of meters, and by the time they were about to touch the ground, they had already reached the westernmost side of the Elcate Desert.If you don't care, I'm afraid you will fly directly to Fararo.

That is no longer a miracle that can be accomplished by "power", but a category of "law".

With great difficulty, Chris adjusted her body in the air, hugged the two children beside her, and used special skills to land vertically, removing the impact force from her body.

Even so, it took her a lot of effort to regain her footing.

But at this time, a storm of sand and dust swept in.Although compared to that gray-white hurricane, it was not even as good as an infant, but the dust rolled up blocked her vision.

...so I was in the way?

Chris sighed, hesitated for a while, but still didn't rush back.

At her speed, it would indeed only take a short while to run back again.But she decided to follow His Majesty's order.

However, at this moment, she heard Roland's voice resounding in the sky: "People of the four realms, you should bow down and pray!"

"Shout my name and cry out for justice!"

Roland's clear prayer sounded in the white sea of ​​flames, and the pure white flame giant stood up again from the sea of ​​flames.

That is no longer a prayer who abuses himself, but the Mandate King who holds a king sword and wears a holy armor.

In the pure white sea of ​​roaring flames, it gradually pulled out the long sword at its waist.

That is a holy sword that is more dazzling than any silver.

It is not a murder weapon condensed by flames, but the incarnation of the concept of [Royal Power].

That is neither the power of the Sleeping Teacher, nor the ability of the Covenanter, and it has nothing to do with the Eye of Aum.

——That is the power that belongs only to Roland himself, Roland's own scepter.

"My people, if you believe in righteousness and keep the commandments, praise aloud, call on my name, and testify of your way!"

Roland's clear voice gradually became mature and hoarse, resounding over the entire Farnese.

When people heard the voice, they couldn't help trembling with excitement.

For that is the sign of the Great Miracle.That was the harbinger of Roland's miracle.

But they can't help but feel a little worried.

It's not about those "People of Twilight" who angered Saint Laurent, but about Roland.

...It seems that Saint Laurent's voice is getting older?

Roland's prayers resounded throughout the field.

Without hesitation, people immediately knelt on the ground and shouted Saint Laurent's name.

They don't know where Saint Laurent is or what Saint Laurent is doing, but each of them firmly believes that Saint Laurent must be doing great things.

Because he is the king of the world.There is nothing more holy in this world than him.

So they shouted—

"Saint Laurent, holy!"

"Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!!"

"People of the Twilight!"

Roland suddenly opened his eyes, and burst into anger: "Your time has come!"

Thick, dancing light overflowed from his body like a flame, shining a dazzling brilliance in the endless pure white sea.

It is the light of the light, the holy of the holy.

As if overloaded, centering on the pupils of Roland's eyes, his cheeks cracked a few cracks like porcelain.

He waved the scepter in his hand angrily, like holding an invisible giant sword, and struck the gray-white storm from top to bottom.

——Sword potential. Heavy pressure!

Behind him, the thousands-meter-high giants burning with flames moved synchronously, slashing the brilliant king sword in their hands towards the gray-white storm.

Like the rippled reflection seen in the water, the space where the sword marks passed was completely distorted.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the entire crystal wall of Elcate was instantly shattered.

It was as if an invisible giant hammer had slammed on the ground—the ground collapsed, and the sky was covered with cracks with a bang.

Snow-white cracks spread rapidly on the wall of Orm, and the creaking sound like melting snow was drowned out in the storm and tide.

However, the roaring hurricane suddenly stopped its progress.

"Seiya—"

Roland didn't give in at all, and took a step forward with a roar.

The burning king took steps in sync with him.

As soon as it stepped down, even the ground roared, and the collapsed ground shook violently.

That is the reason why the world cannot survive.That is a power beyond the scope of this world.

If pushed in this way, no matter what kind of power it is, it can reach the limit of the world.

The distorted rainbow light spread out instantly, and at the same time as the light flashed, hundreds of distorted sword marks about a kilometer long remained in the air.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monstrous pure white flames rolled back in anger, rushing into the hurricane in an instant.

For the first time, the hurricane wailed and burned slowly.

However, at this time, several crisp sounds were heard from Roland's body, and seven or eight cracks appeared from his body.It's not just limited to the cheeks, nor is it hidden under the robe.

It was a crack that had burst from Roland's robe.Through the irregular cracks, one can only see nothingness inside, without any flesh and blood.

That is a side effect of Kabbalah's authority.

As the existence basis of the relationship between priests and gods, if you don't give the power of this authority to others, but use it completely within yourself, the loss can be infinitely reduced to zero.

But this also means that Kabbalah's principle of this world is satisfied.

——As the saying goes, those who are admired should dedicate their lives.

Roland's believers and people dedicated their body, soul and will to Roland. What Roland can do in return is to use his own body, soul and will as fuel to open up a living land for believers and people.

He stared at the hurricane, held up the long sword in his hand, ready to go.

finally--

"—I saw it."

Roland whispered contentedly.

He saw it.At the very center of the hurricane, it is completely composed of gray and white data streams, and is a huge monster curled up like a baby, faintly flashing with colorful lights.

And, those dim yellow pupils looking at Roland at the same time, like two nebulae.

"finally found you."

Roland sighed and pointed the blade at the illusory monster.

At that moment, it was as if time stood still.

The next moment, the flame giant behind Roland gradually melted and collapsed, sinking into Roland's body again.And Roland had already appeared behind the monster, and the scepter slowly touched the ground.

The hurricane rests like a phantom.The illusory monster was torn apart, revealing its real body.

It was someone's brain tall as a building, wriggling like a living thing.

The brain didn't turn into mud, nor was it torn apart, but it suddenly stopped wriggling for no reason.

Although there seems to be no difference, Roland knows that its inside has been killed.

"...Victor, it turned out to be you."

Roland murmured softly.

Behind him, purple-gray thunder descended from the sky, smashing open a gate.

Walking out of it was An Ruosi with gray eyes and a wry smile.

And, the alchemist standing gracefully without his head.

——The enemy of mankind, the last betrayer, Victor.

(End of this chapter)