Blood of Mercury

"My teacher, my lord Nerola, all flesh and blood will praise you, and all peoples will come to praise you. ●⌒ Vertex Novel, x."

Joseph knelt on the ground, blinded, and prayed softly.

"I heard you call on the ground, and the ground trembled. When you said that all things will come back, the eternal mountains crumbled, and the eternal mountains fell. The sinners of the West will tremble when they hear your cry. For they feared the long sleep, and hated the dead crow. So Nerola was angry, and their lips trembled, and rotting in their bones—"

Joseph's prayer came to an abrupt end.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange brilliance suddenly lit up in his dull pupils.

On the cross-shaped scar on his forehead, a faint silver-gray flame could be seen flashing away.

But he knelt on the ground in a daze like a sculpture, as if he had seen something that could subvert the world.

Joseph's eyes that seemed to have lost the whole world melted away in an instant.

"I forgive you, not for your burnt offering, but because you conform to the truth I have revealed."

A lazy, ethereal voice sounded from behind him. The voice was not loud, but it echoed in Joseph's ears like a bell: "But you must not hinder Roland, and you must not save him rashly. He has his mission and his mission."

"Roland, he will surely die and come back to life three months later—you can say it to others, and praise Roland's holiness. This is the holiness I give to this world."

Every word in those words was like a red-hot soldering iron, deeply embedded in Joseph's mind.

But there was no pain at all, instead there was a kind of throbbing ordered by the sky. A serenity that would intoxicate any life completely enveloped Joseph.

He still somewhat understands the mentality of those mad believers.

If you can say that you can have such peace after death, you will be slashed by thousands of swords before you die.

Tears of emotion rolled down Joseph's eyes.

Yes, touched-

It was a feeling Joseph had not experienced in a while.

The wounds in his brain were taken away by the dormant mentor, and the feelings of being killed by Roland were revived in him again.

Joseph's first time. I feel that the world is so beautiful.

Sunlight, land, air—just feeling that he lives in this world made him so happy.

Yes. Joseph came back to life.

If the killing of emotions is equivalent to death, then the current Joseph is undoubtedly a Holy Spirit reborn from the dead body——

The silver-gray flame in his eyes gradually ignited.

Among them, the gray part is gradually peeled off. Brand new, similar to Roland but not as bright as Roland's flowing silver, but a silver-white flame closer to pure white rising from his eyes.

"You have to be in awe of Eternal Sleep, not just attached to it."

At this time. He heard the teacher's gracious and loving voice softly sounding from behind him: "Joseph, your sins are forgiven."

"Now you're going to listen. You're going to kneel and pray, and listen to your mission—"

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Crimson blood.

Anyone who sees the scene in front of them will not think of other situations.

Even though the broken arm, the broken nails, the pulled out intestines and the plucked kneecap covered the entire floor, what gave people even more impact was the deep red and black blood that flowed recklessly like a river. ——

"Don't run away..."

Elucado smiled and stepped over a corpse that was torn in half by brute force.

She stepped on the internal organs on the ground without hesitation—no, judging from her demeanor, it was more intentional than she didn’t mind.

It's like a child deliberately stepping into a puddle on a rainy day. Elucado showed off her delicate face in a manner that could be called naughty.

Her black leather boots were half submerged in the two-finger-high pool of blood.

The viscous scarlet fluid bloomed like flowers on her little leather boots.

There was blood on her face. But there is absolutely no intention to wipe it.

Elucado held the head of a dignified middle-aged man in his right hand—that was originally the Cardinal of the God of Darkness, but his head was beheaded by Elucado at the very beginning of the meeting.

True. Elucado really took the light of the sneak attack. But as the priest of the **** of darkness, he will be attacked by people, and even if he is dead, he has nothing to say.

As if the avatar of the flames were burned alive - this is ridiculous, enough to make the Knicks angry.

"Strange, monster—"

"Devil! Demon! Go to hell!"

"My lord, please save me, please save me, save me, oh lord—"

The priests of the God of Darkness cried, rolled and crawled, and fled at a ridiculously slow speed, not daring to face the seemingly beautiful girl behind them.

Among them were some idiots who couldn't crawl out of fear. There are also people who can't speak, and can only cry and make indistinct voices.

As someone once said before. No one asks priests to be strong - all of their beliefs are in their gods. And because of shelter, he forgot his own weakness.

And now, the girl who was like a demon reminded them again. What is fear.

No, it's not so much a girl. Rather, it was a monster that appeared in the world in the form of a girl.

Just by meeting, the cardinal who is high on weekdays was decapitated. The protection placed by the God of Darkness around him had no effect, like a thin piece of paper being directly scratched.

His bones creaked and were torn into more than eight parts by Elucado in a split second.

When those silver-level priests subconsciously felt something was wrong and fought back violently, they found that any divine magic would be torn, cursed and weakened directly by her, and it would have no effect.

Even if she escaped into the shadows, she would step onto the shadows. The people hidden in the shadows are directly crushed into flesh, and they are delicately extruded from the gap between the shadows and reality.

Not to mention taking a round in front of her—in less than a second, her scarlet figure shredded three-digit believers like a hurricane.

——To be precise, it was not a scarlet figure. but a scarlet storm.

Her crimson gown made up only a small part of it. More is the blood on those who were torn apart.

The fragile body was smashed into the sky with blood, and the bright red pavement like a torrential rain poured down. In an instant, the potholes on the ground were filled with blood. The bits and pieces of internal organs fell from the sky like a big gift bag and landed in the mouths of those poor worms who were stunned with their mouths wide open.

Before they could find out and spit it out, an even more terrifying invisible storm came with tremendous force. Invisibly and intangibly twisted those who spit out into scum.

Elucado stood arrogantly on the spot in the attitude of a madman, and shouted arrogantly at the fleeing believers who were rolling and crawling: "The bastards, did you hear me!"

"Did you hear it? Did you hear it? Did you hear it? I told you not to run! I'm so hungry!"

Her melodious and charming voice gradually became sharp and piercing. The sound was like glass scratching a blackboard, but it swept away like a storm. Those who were crawling on the ground and fleeing couldn't help showing a look of pain, covering their hands in vain. ears.

Elucado's teeth gradually became sharper.

Massive black, twisted spots appeared in her completely scarlet eyes.

Without the comfort of divine magic, Elucado, who stepped into madness, gradually took off her human disguise, revealing the essence of the hunter little by little.

She is different from ordinary brain eaters~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her evolution is complete, and she takes a firm step in the direction of the slayer.

Whether it's the exploration of spiritual power in the depths of the blood, or the development of physical strength, Elucado is going in the direction of pure destructive power.

At her peak, she once sank the land northeast of Titan with a single blow. That is a terrible destructive power that cannot be exerted by the human body.

The crazy she is in another sense, the embodiment of death. Mere presence can bring about the existence of fear.

It was under these circumstances that the former Silver Queen met her for the first time. The magic of the Master of Eternal Sleep has an unimaginable effect on appeasing the maniac.

What Roland hopes is to reproduce this scene. The true loyalty to Elucado is not the emptiness of the emotional bond that is tied to the sister.

——Of course, before the protagonist appears, the scene must be cleared first.

Roland smiled when he saw the kill prompt that was like a swipe in front of him, and gently put down the pen in his hand. (To be continued.)