Blood of Mercury

"Go underground? Sewers?"

"Isn't there a bomb? What if it collapses!"

"Then we will never be able to escape!"

Roland's words aroused everyone's opposition almost instantly.

"Sorry, Your Excellency...I mean, even if the madman hides in the sewer, should we be a little...I mean, be careful?"

Old Joseph twitched the corners of his mouth, squeezed out an ugly smile and squeezed beside Roland, and said in a low voice.

"Oh?" Roland said with a half-smile, "Then you mean, are you going to disobey my order?"

At the moment of being stared at by Roland, the sense of crisis, like being wrapped around the neck by a poisonous snake, suddenly made old Joseph agitated, and he stood still and did not dare to move.

However, that was not the sense of crisis that Roland himself brought.

At first glance, the air behind Roland seemed to be distorted, and a huge distorted eyeball several stories high was staring at him maliciously along Roland's gaze.

Looking carefully, there are countless white snakes that look like insects and brains rolling in the eyeballs!

Old Joseph shuddered involuntarily, and his back was soaked with cold sweat in an instant, and only then did he realize that it was just his own hallucination.

But he did not breathe a sigh of relief because of this, instead he was shocked—

He had not seen this situation before.

So far, he has served Sartre, the **** of pain and deception, for more than fifty years. When he was a black iron rank priest, he once scorned the saintess of the goddess of war from a distance with the spy magic, and he also suffered similar injuries at that time.

At the moment when the perception magic touched her, old Joseph's eyes were almost blinded by the violent holy light.

After the vision fell into darkness, Old Joseph not only saw the phantom of the huge wheel crushing him, but also his spirit was instantly torn to shreds.

He used to be the genius who had the most hope of entering the silver rank before the age of thirty among all the priests of Sartre. But only by Sivir's unconscious counterattack, the time he entered the silver rank was pushed back by more than 20 years.

That situation is called the crime of blasphemy. If a magician's soul is too fragile, trying to spy on someone who is constantly being watched by a great being will suffer in this way.

But, it doesn't make sense...

As early as two years ago, after he entered the silver-level soul alienation, there has never been such a situation again. Not to mention the saint who peeped at the goddess of war, he even glanced at the cardinal of the sun and the **** of justice from a distance, and this has never happened again.

After old Joseph woke up in the illusion, he felt cold all over his body, shaking like a sieve, as if he had contracted malaria unknowingly.

The sin of blasphemy this time seems to be lighter than the previous one, but Old Joseph knew that this divine punishment even pierced through his silver-rank alienated soul and directly affected his body.

Not to mention anything else, just the stable connection with the gods has been interrupted. Old Joseph estimated that he would not be able to perform an illumination technique for at least three hours.

As for the deity behind Roland is stronger than Tyre - he would never dare to have such an idea.

But anyway, he no longer dared to try to spy on Roland. With that, even the courage to question his ideas was dispelled.

To be precise, old Joseph was not alone in losing courage.

There were not a few people who used their own abilities to use their detection abilities on Roland before. But they either received no response, or suffered a strong mental blow.

Even the three silver tiers on the bright side are no exception.

Immediately, those who harbored ghosts were dealt a heavy blow, and all of a sudden they became much more honest.

No one took the lead in making trouble, everyone was suppressed in the group, and they dared not say a word.

So Roland led a large group of people into the sewers from the ground fissure that had been shaken, seemingly not worried about the aftershocks.

Seeing this, the people on the other roofs became suspicious.

After thinking about it, they decided to let a few people go down to see the situation first.

On the other side, Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

...It can be considered a fool.

With his mere official rank, he was forcibly beeping in a pile of bronze, silver and silver, and Roland said that he was under a lot of pressure.

Even if the Heavenly Guardians have the ability to see the future, as long as they calm down and think about it, it has nothing to do with Roland becoming their temporary leader.

Fortunately, because of their suspicion, Roland frightened them instead.

At the same time as they made the expected objection, Roland immediately turned on Higgs' gaze in anticipation.

Sure enough, Roland immediately saw the prompt to counter the magic trick.

It is worth noting that Roland successfully countered four detection-type spells with eight or more rings.

——In other words, there are not three people in the silver rank, but at least four!

"Klein, Deckard, Loreal, and... Joseph?"

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, and the damp, snake-like aura under the black robe gradually spread.

To Roland's surprise, Higgs' gaze was different from the effect in the game.

After using Higgs' gaze, Roland clearly felt that the whole world became much clearer.

But he knew it was just an illusion. Just like the sudden increase in the strength attribute, you feel that you are infinitely powerful.

However, it would be a bit wrong to say that the perception attribute has increased - after Roland opened the attribute page, he did not see that his perception increased even by 0.1.

Probably because the field of vision was polluted by Higgs.

And if nothing else, I'm afraid I have to accept another round of Will checks.

Roland sighed deeply and exhaled a black gas with a moist, rancid smell.

He seemed to be able to see the breath he exhaled burning in the air, flowing into a pitch-black snake with wings, twisting in the air, screaming terribly, and then shattering into black-purple butterflies and tentacles. Own.

It was wet, sticky and cold to the touch. Reminiscent of earthworms, peppercorns, coke sprinkled on the body, and dry grape skins...

Under the black robe, Roland's pupils rolled up unconsciously, and the pupils gradually revealed a faint yellow.

At this moment, Roland heard some vague whispers.

That vague, dream-like delusion is like hearing it when you cover yourself in a quilt.

Just when Roland realized the existence of this whisper, the indistinct voice suddenly amplified many times, and it sounded in his ears, calling Roland back from the brink of being lost:

"Sir, sir..."

The world in front of him was like a scorched and rolled oil painting, and a colorless flame faded from Roland's eyes, replaced by a sincere old Joseph.

He cleared his throat and cast a concerned look: "Sir, what are you thinking?"

What am I thinking? I'm wondering why there is a mental pollution hidden in Higgs' gaze!

Unprepared, Roland, who was almost lost forever in the illusion, was about to scold~www.NovelMTL.com~ but he endured it, his cheeks twitched slightly, and finally he managed to let out the anger that rushed to the side of his throat. scolded and swallowed.

"I was thinking, maybe you guys need a name," Roland took a deep breath to calm his mind, "Orlando, Mr. Orlando... just call me that."

Crazy Orlando - Roland clearly remembered that it was the masterpiece of Italian poet Ludovico.

Maybe I've gone crazy.

Roland thought to himself, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, revealing a gentle and hypocritical smile.

"Now, we have entered the interior of the sewer. Our crisis comes from the explosion in the narrow terrain, the collapse of the sewer building structure, the enemy who may be hiding somewhere, and some gradually festering corpses..."

"Mr. Orlando, you don't need to say so much, just say what we're going to do!" A person shouted in the team, causing a burst of response.

"You must be cautious. As I said before, keep the formation, engage freely, and kill the enemy."

Roland said in a calm voice: "Fortunately, the connection of the sewer was not completely destroyed by the bomb. If we remove the boulder in front of us, we will enter the sewer of the City of Fortune..."

Before Roland could finish speaking, someone couldn't wait to push the tall boulders in front of him to the side.

Immediately, everyone's expressions changed.

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