Blood of Mercury

The dark, airtight basement filled with decay.

The fermented smell of damp, rotten wood, along with the smell of mold and dust, mingled in the stale air.

Roland was leaning on the cross behind him, his arms tied to it relaxed slightly, and he adjusted his sitting position a little.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved happily. His head rested on the cross behind him, looking down at the air in front of him.

As if he was not a prisoner, but a warden holding a steel whip, Roland surveyed the darkness in front of him with a condescending attitude.

When Esther left before, the strange shadow on the wall was not ignored by Roland.

"…Ah."

Suddenly, Roland cracked the corners of his mouth and laughed lightly.

The darkness around him wriggled. A stench came from the wind.

Roland did not panic at all, but took a deep breath.

It was the fishy smell of dead fish, mixed with a stench of carrion.

"Got you…"

Like a death sentence, Roland said softly.

In an instant, a silver-white flame emerged from Roland's forehead, and quickly wrote something on Roland's skin like a knife. Mercury-like runes appeared on his forehead, intertwined with each other to form a pattern like thorns.

Immediately, the surrounding black mist seemed to be angered by Roland. The viscous black liquid condensed into whips and sharp blades, stabbing Roland from all directions!

"roll!"

Roland shouted in a low voice like thunder.

When those black mud approached Roland to a limit, Roland suddenly flashed a hallucinatory fuzzy silver halo.

That silver halo is like a substantial barrier. Those black mud suddenly stagnated in the air for a moment.

Then, in the crackling silver light, the black mud suspended in the air was suddenly ejected back.

When the black mud was ejected away from Roland, the light on Roland weakened.

The moment the black mud was hit by the electric light, it lost its activity. It fell to the ground like a real mass of sludge, and exploded on the ground in a direction away from Roland.

It wasn't some kind of magic. It is the shelter of the power of the mentor.

After Roland arrived at the silver level, his soul was mutating.

If they were ordinary priests, this would be the first time they could communicate with the gods.

It is conceivable how close the current Roland is to the long-sleeping mentor.

Whoever it is now. Attempting to attack Roland will be countered by the surging divine power entangled in Roland.

And it's just a passive counterattack on Roland's body, knocking the opponent unconscious. There is only one possibility. It is Roland's power that just restrains this invisible and intangible black mud aggregate.

In other words, it is the other party or the undead. Either the dead, or the Twilight Seed.

Considering the White Pagoda where he was at the moment, and the viscous malice of the other party and the hatred that gradually began to boil in Roland's heart, the correct answer was ready to come out.

It's the twilight species.

To be precise, it is the twilight dependents. Dehua, the enemy of Kabbalah.

"What kind of courage makes you approach a mourner? Do you think I'm still the apprentice mourner?"

Roland sneered, and a cold aura gradually emerged around him.

From where Roland touched the ground, the ground gradually froze into ice while making a gurgling sound.

A murderous cold smile appeared on Roland's face.

No matter what, the urge to kill the opponent gradually rose in Roland's heart.

"Want to kill me? Want to kill me before I become a death crow?"

Roland's voice seemed to come from hell, wrapped in the frost-white cold wind that suddenly rolled up, whistling away in all directions.

In just a moment, the black mud was covered with frost white traces. But nothing happened, like what was frozen by Roland at the moment was just real sludge.

It's like the inexplicable fury of a priest of Tyre when he sees injustice. Unlike the Templars, the gods do not only accept priests of a certain faction. No matter how great the gods are, there will be priests who sway and deceive under his banner.

but. When the priest's divine power becomes purer, the essence of his soul will become closer and closer to the gods. And the divine grace flowing in the blood will also bring the gods' preferences to the priest.

At this moment, when Roland faced the Twilight Seed, the disgust from his own experience, the disgust from the soul that began to mutate, and the disgust from the silver-grey divine grace flowing through his body merged at this moment.

Just like in the Tomb of Thousand Heads before, the brilliance of silver-grey in Roland's eyes gradually shone.

His tone suddenly increased: "Aren't you going to answer? Are you pretending to be dead? Do you want to make a sneak attack?"

"Want to die once and see? Dehua!"

Before he finished speaking, the cold wind around Roland blew more and more bitterly.

The temperature that suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees instantly cracked the black mud. And at this moment, the frost-white howling from **** that was emerging around Roland had already emerged in the air.

Just as Roland had said before, those black mud jumped up abruptly just before being hit by the frost-white howling wind, condensed into a human form in the air, and retreated again and again.

Roland did not give up the attack.

Ice picks with the thickness of a baby's little finger more than half a meter high kept protruding from the ground, and the man who had just emerged from the black mud was dodging extremely hard in the narrow space.

And Roland was extremely relaxed at the moment.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned motionless on the cross behind him. Put all the weight on your body and relax. If he hadn't seen the murderous intent that was condensed and flowing like mercury in his slightly narrowed eyes, some people would probably have thought that Roland had fallen asleep.

On the other hand, Dehua's dodging is getting more and more difficult.

This basement is only ten square meters in size. Dehua can fly. However, the icicles will continue to grow on the icicles. And Dehua didn't dare to approach Roland who was undergoing a mutation in his soul. Failure is only a matter of time.

Twice before, he wanted to test the counter-attack distance and power of the divine power around Roland, but he was accidentally hit by the silver lightning on Roland's body twice.

The result was a small silver cobweb-like fragmentation mark on his left leg and left shoulder.

Not only is it impossible to exert force, but it is also impossible to leave the human form and return to black mud.

Finally, because the silver on his left leg shattered, his dodging movements suddenly got stuck. All of a sudden, his right foot was pierced by three ice thorns at the same time.

next moment. He was dragged to the ground awkwardly. The bend of his right leg, the instep of his right foot, the knee of his left leg, his kidneys, and his liver were simultaneously penetrated by large ice picks.

His entire lower body was pinned to the ground by the ice thorns.

"...Ah, Lord Roland, this is the first time we met. It seems that I came here recklessly. I didn't expect you to grow up so fast."

As if feeling no pain and no harm, Dehua turned around with a smile, and greeted Roland as enthusiastically as a friend he hadn't seen for many years: "I remember only half a month. At the time of the first tomb, it was obviously only an apprentice."

That's a real turn around. He twisted his neck more than 180 degrees and turned from the side farther away from Roland.

Creepy smile.

"Are you here to kill me?"

"That's right. If you don't kill you sooner, it will make your growth worse."

Dehua smiled and replied: "But now it seems that it is a bit late?"

"Ha... Do you think I would believe it? Such a stupid reason. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

But Roland laughed softly like a child who saw a clown perform. His low voice, which was full of murderous intent, gradually became clear.

The murderous intent in his eyes gradually disappeared. The clean air that was boiling around him before gradually calmed down, completely purifying the dusty ground around Roland.

"First meeting, Edward Crowley."

Roland did not open his eyes, but simply closed his eyes and leaned on the cross behind him with his face up.

His speech became slower and clearer, as if to freeze time together: "No, the enemy of Kabbalah"

plot branch

a "Rest in peace."

b "I can spare your life." To be continued. ↗This book is derived from the basket book, which is updated quickly.