Blood of Mercury

Facing Roland's wall, the torso of a young man dressed as a wizard was embedded in the wall, his hands and feet stretched out and struggled, his throat was buried by the wall, and only his nose and mouth were exposed to the air.

At about the position of the heart, a cracked and ancient Kalal slashing sword was inserted into the wall sideways. With the weak struggle of his hands and feet, a stream of blood spurted out from the gap of the blade like a spring.

Right above Roland, there were some wizards stuck in the wall upside down.

They hang upside down, their heads bloodshot and the whites of their eyes completely blood red. And their torsos were stuck tightly to the ceiling, falling slowly due to gravity, exposing **** muscles that had been peeled off.

On the walls on both sides, there are some witches with their limbs chopped off.

Their bodies were hung upside down from the ceiling, swaying freely like a pendulum, breathing heavily, and emitting sharp or miserable or crazy laughter and cries.

Their slender and graceful limbs seemed to grow out of the gaps in the wall, scratching aimlessly in the air, tearing a few pieces of meat from their companions from time to time, and feeding them into the gaps.

The heads on the ceiling let out a shrill howl, saliva like blood dripped from the sky, and there was snow on the walls. Bai's slender limbs seemed to sense the breath of strangers, and the frequency of dancing suddenly increased several times.

Cries, laughter, howls, groans and groans mixed together. Just going around a corner, this place has been alienated into a terrifying otherworld.

These are the dead. Bansa wizards who were tortured to death by mad fools.

In the final battle, the druids defeated Bantha's wizarding corps and took more than a thousand prisoners.

But they made the mistake of handing over these captives to people who had tasted blood in the war.

After the war was over, the mad Kalar people, who were driven by desire, hatred, and fear, vented all their sorrow, fear, anger, and long-held desire from the war on these sorcerers.

Buried alive, cut off limbs, skinned, played with to death - after having tasted the smell of blood, these mad dogs have done far more than the Druids expected. Compared to these, the witch executions that later prevailed in Caral were nothing short of benevolent.

It never occurred to them that mad humans are more terrifying than mad animals. By the time they realized that their seemingly benevolent decision had actually made an irreparable mistake, only over a hundred of these wizards had died.

It was from then on that the evil gods, the Lord of Violence, began to focus on Caral one after another.

Fortunately, the three sages responded quickly enough, and they immediately blocked the news. Hang the craziest people and cultists together with the wizards in the pyroxene forest, and then use their corpses as material to summon the towering trees to destroy the corpses, so as not to provoke the white tower and other gods. trial.

But the slaughtered wizards were so tortured that they couldn't sleep forever.

Under the subtle infection of dusk. They kept repeating the scene before their death in a manner similar to that of a wraith. In the long days, the overflowing resentment has completely changed the surrounding environment, and completely alienated the burrows where the mobs murdered the wizards into a world more terrifying than hell.

"Stupidity is the original sin." Roland sighed deeply, feeling the visceral touch on the soles of his feet.

"Speaking of which, this is really the real world... it's not harmonious."

Roland stood calmly in the middle of the main hall. Looking at the wizard who was nailed to the wall by the sword with only his limbs exposed, he sighed with some nostalgia.

The perception of more than ten o'clock brought him a feeling he had never had before.

Just standing here, Roland could hear the whispers of the wizards before they died, the curses, the remembrances, the prayers—

Even though Claudia's time was running out, Roland stood quietly for half a minute, listening carefully to the cries of these grievances, trying to distinguish every word from it.

Finally, Roland suddenly realized.

- They prayed for a long sleep.

Not hatred. Nor is it a memento. It's like a patient who has been dying for several years, just begging for a treat.

When Roland heard their words clearly, Roland's heart was pierced, and his back was chilled.

For the first time since he came to the world of Farns, he realized that these were real beings with real souls.

Their cries, their laughter, are not programmed, but heartfelt.

Well, before I did something...

Roland's eyes shook violently. But after just one breath, it stabilized again, even more firmly than before.

"Stop joking..." Roland murmured, his right hand holding Azure Fang creaked, and the dagger trembled in its sheath.

If only because these people are real people, they have lost the courage to kill. So what is the difference between Roland himself and those scumbags who only dare to shout on the Internet?

So, what are the people who died at Roland's hands before?

"Tears have been drained in the city of wealth," Roland said slowly in a vague voice that was almost sleepy, "I will never regret it. I will never regret it."

Roland closed his eyes and opened them again, and the last smear of black finally faded from his pupils.

Pure silver-gray was flowing in his eyes like mercury.

Cold and ruthless.

Light gray spots of light continued to appear around Roland. The occupational feature that had not been obtained for a long time finally appeared at this moment.

【You got the feature Mourning Chant】

[The long-sleeping teacher has given you a new divine baptism chant]

Mourning Chant (Class Feature)

Effect: Creatures killed once by your chant no longer have soul-directed immortality

——I, the judge, hereby swear to grant mercy to this soul.

Feeling the chanting that suddenly appeared in his mind, Roland took a deep breath and walked forward quickly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and held the broken Caral's sword that was stuck on the wall .

He pulled the sword out of the wall with all his strength, and immediately blood began to flow from the ground continuously. The cry of the deceased around him suddenly became much louder, and he climbed out of his predetermined position and moved slowly towards Roland.

No isolation belt made of holy water, no T, no talisman. In this way, Roland awakened all the dead at the same time.

The soul of a thousand wizards? A conspiracy involving the enemies of Kabbalah?

No matter what those things are, to put it bluntly, this is just a five-person copy of the black iron rank——

Roland looked at the group of deceased who were gradually approaching him, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a pleasant smile.

"You want to rest in peace, don't you?"

He casually threw the Caral's Slashing Sword, which began to weather quickly after it was drawn out, aside. Several emerald green vines were entwined around Roland and moved without wind, with pale gray light spots floating around him.

"—I'll give it to you!" (To be continued.)