Blood of Mercury

The former city of wealth has been completely razed to the ground. ○

Not to mention the ruins, there are no traces of civilization at all here. It turned out that the buildings here had long since melted into the golden lake, completely disappearing.

It wasn't just the city that was submerged—with the golden lake at the center, no grass grew within a radius of ten miles.

The originally fertile land of Caral was dry and cracked due to the high temperature. The pale golden liquid was like blood oozing from the cracked skin, and there was a faint golden shimmer in the cracks of the land.

The earth here is dead. It was burning like a fire.

Now that winter is approaching, unmelted snow can be seen everywhere in the countryside, but it is steaming and smoky on the black soil.

Walking on the ground with bare feet, you can even feel the ground is slightly hot; even if you are wearing cotton boots, you can feel the warmth coming from your feet.

In this cold winter that can freeze one-tenth of the people to death, this place is undoubtedly a heavenly existence. As long as you live near here, you don't have to worry about freezing to death.

——But for some reason, there were not even the sounds of small animals around, and it was quiet and scary.

The setting sun is like blood.

The golden lake was dyed a tinge of crimson under the delicate satin-like sunset light, and it rolled uncomfortably.

It was as if something invisible was stirring inside, and gurgling bubbles emerged from the edge of the tumbling spray.

This unease continued for half an hour. Finally, a figure in a dark linen robe appeared from a distance, walking towards here with slow but firm steps.

Finally, when he set foot on this black land. The golden lake was completely boiling.

Like something exploded inside. A waterspout dozens of meters high jumped out of the golden lake, shaking the dry earth. The golden liquid in the crack suddenly flashed a dazzling light.

But the visitor was unmoved. Just quietly continue to walk towards the golden lake.

Finally, as if provoked—the ground suddenly split open. The vines that were as crystal clear as rubies waved and slapped over.

The man stepped back slowly, as if trying to dodge.

But at this time, his movements stagnated and he lowered his head.

I saw two human arms sticking out from the ground and grasping his ankles tightly.

One bronze-colored arm is strong and strong, while the other is paler, with a slender wrist and long fingers.

What they have in common is that none of them have the kind of blue veins commonly found on human arms. As if a golden liquid was rushing through the blood vessels, their veins turned golden.

The man was caught by the ankle inadvertently, and the blood-red vines that covered the sky and the ground suddenly came over.

"Why bother."

But he just sighed lightly, without the slightest panic.

Only a hoarse voice with triple echoes could be heard from under the hood: "Whoever is not godly—"

He just prayed softly. A splendid scorching sun immediately fell from the sky, bombarding the ground heavily, completely covering him.

The two hands under his feet were instantly burned to ashes. Any vine that touches the light curtain immediately burns and turns into nothingness in an instant.

At this time, he opened his mouth again and said in the shroud of brilliance: "--you will suffer."

Immediately, the radiance of the scorching sun burst out suddenly, turning into a golden flame storm and swept away.

As the flame storm advanced, large areas of blood-red vines were burned to ashes.

But just as the storm rose, six or seven runes suddenly flashed through the countless transparent vines. These vines suddenly thickened a large circle. The dance became more frantic and no longer afraid of fire.

But at this time, more than 10,000 vines were burned to ashes by the storm of flames and scattered in the air.

I saw large swaths of blood-colored vines that were not afraid of the sun blazing out from the ground again. The man just chuckled disdainfully, and a hoarse voice with triple echo came from under the hood.

"It's... how ridiculous."

He lightly stroked the black ring on his left middle finger, and an increasingly obvious mocking smile appeared on his face.

on his left middle finger. The pattern of a bleeding eye was roughly slashed with a knife and cut in half.

"Ring of Heresy" - this ring is not something that any cardinal can wear. It was a ring that had to be worn by a heretic equal to the Pope's holiness.

If you catch a random person, or let a bishop wear this ring. Undoubtedly a derogation of the Holy Authority of the Pope.

In fact, many of the gods' thirteenth cardinal positions are left floating. The greater the gods, the more so.

But only Thiel is the thirteenth cardinal in this session. However, no one could question-

"I suddenly remembered...you are a tree, right?"

A triple hoarse voice came from under his hood.

Then, the linen robe on his body began to bulge abnormally. A large area of ​​dark viscous liquid quickly spread out under his feet. At a cursory glance, he might have thought that the golden liquid under his feet had gone out.

"Then...I don't have to worry about you escaping—"

His voice became sharper, as if he was laughing, and as if it was just the wind whistling.

Just hearing it makes me feel the pain of cold metal stirring in my mind.

stab.

His robes finally taut to the limit, then tore apart.

A tall "something" stood up from the oily black liquid.

Even the dancing blood-colored tentacles froze in the air for a moment.

What a strange, distorted existence the contents inside—

Just looking at its appearance is enough to make people insane.

It's a huge, expanding ball of flesh that keeps multiplying.

pitch black. blood red. Densely covered with veins.

Three pairs of scarlet eyeballs of different sizes, without eyelids, and densely covered with bloodshot eyes appeared on its surface, and dim yellow light flickered in its eyeballs.

The twisted muscles were exposed to the air, trembling, woven into thick tentacles. For the second time, countless tentacles twisted and assembled into specious machetes, hammers, and pincers.

The shape of those tools is completely different from the tools in human common sense. Its possible function can only be roughly judged by its appearance.

The straight, serrated tentacles used to "cut" are machetes; nails studded with flesh. There are about eight spheres the size of adult heads that are about the size of hammers; and those several are intertwined, and the tips are like mechanical claws. About pliers.

There are many more such tools.

From the looks of it, it seems to have the momentum of one person building a building on the ground - the huge meat ball was dragged by the tentacles to a height of nearly 20 meters. Quietly overlooking the golden lake.

It was like a motionless plant, standing on its tentacles in the oil-like black slime.

The Son of God, the God of Truth and Terror, is also a former Chosen - there is no identity more suitable for the title of "heretic" than him.

Since the gods are holy, and the **** of truth and terror belongs to the true god, there is no doubt that this monster is also holy.

"—"

It roared in a language that humans could not understand, slid quickly with its tentacles on the thick black mucus, and slammed into the golden lake.

Although it has a huge body of nearly 20 meters. But compared with the golden lake that cannot be seen at a glance, it is like a child who is about to throw himself into the river.

But at this moment, no one would doubt that the child jumped with determination to crush the river.

What it has to do is not to fish the suffering tree out of the lake, but to destroy the whole lake - after realizing it. In the boiling golden lake water, a huge oak rose up.

About thirty meters high. It is also a towering giant tree.

Gold and blood-colored lines entwined and spiraled upwards on the tree. The human beard and hair embedded in the root of the tree had turned completely golden, and the skin was shining with golden light.

The flaming light that Roland originally used to seal the Tree of Suffering had completely become part of the Tree of Suffering.

In the face of the damaged tree of suffering, it could have used its own sealing function.

But you must know that the origin of the tree of suffering is fusion - after the tree of suffering absorbed a knight order as nourishment to restore itself, the light of flowing fire was absorbed by the tree of suffering in turn and became a part of it.

The current tree of suffering. Undoubtedly a real monster.

Only monsters can destroy monsters—

The twisted tentacles of the monster slashed wildly, seemingly without any rules, but chopped and tore off the vines in large pieces.

Just as soon as it came into contact, the Tree of Suffering showed a collapse.

But right now. The old Pope's old but dull voice sounded from the sky: "Searle, how long do you have to wait?"

The movement of the monster's attack suddenly stopped. Its six eyes twitched nervously for a while, and a human voice composed of huge shrill screams appeared vaguely in the air. It took a lot of effort to distinguish it to hear the content: "At most... an hour."

"Too long."

The old Pope's voice rumbled like thunder in the air, but was barely audible under the constant noise of Purcell.

"Yes...sorry."

The monster called Cyr also didn't tell the difference. Just respectfully responded.

At this time, the Tree of Suffering suddenly launched a wave of attacks, but was easily stopped by the tentacles that seemed to be just swinging around at will. And its casual counterattack made the trunk of the Suffering Tree creak. cracked open.

"His Majesty Tyre has given me new revelation, and I am going to ignite the fire of war now."

"Holy war? Is it... holy war?"

A strange squeak came from the monster's side. In that wet and sticky voice, the excitement and excitement could not be concealed at all.

"That's right... The Millennium Holy War is about to start again. The wizards of the White Tower have violated absolute taboos, and the gods have decided to give up their tolerance for them. This time will be the second joint crusade of the gods in a thousand years... This time Be sure to exterminate all the wizards in one go, and never allow any remnants to remain."

"Searle, now give up the crusade against the Tree of Suffering and return immediately. If I can't take action, only you can kill Anvilia... I need you."

"As ordered."

The twisted monster agreed without any hesitation.

His convoluted and tangled ugly body shrank rapidly~www.NovelMTL.com~ The black viscous liquid on the ground that would dilute the light of the flowing fire without any suspense also shrank inwards like turning back time.

In just a few seconds, a sturdy man with black curly hair stood in the middle of the stream of fire. His eyes were deeply sunken, and there was nothing in them, like an abyss.

"Do you still want to fight?"

The Tree of Suffering thought for a while, then took all the vines back, and the body also got into the lake again.

"Hmph. But sooner or later."

Purcell sneered, and his hoarse and echoing voice instantly smoothed out the surrounding golden water waves.

He didn't have any remembrance, he turned and left.

"Sooner or later, the sun will rise. And you, sooner or later, will die." (To be continued.)

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