Blood of Mercury

Chapter 93 The Golden and Pure World (Part 2)

Roland stood against the wind, and the heat wave swept over.

The black robe rattled in the scorching hot wind that made people unable to open their eyes. Roland's long black hair hidden in the black robe was also sucked up by the wind pressure, and rushed towards Roland together with the cuffs and corners of the robe, as if It was like a black monster desperately trying to escape from Roland's side.

He narrowed his eyes, and the long-awaited bright red font finally appeared in front of him——

【A gorgeous and dirty show! A sinner's blood feast! 】

[Blowing bird, your flamboyant acting skills and twisted mind have attracted the attention of great beings! 】

The bright red font is bold and bold, which is not the same as the elegant font of the usual system page. Moreover, the size of the blood words alone is four times the size of ordinary fonts, and the color has become much brighter, and it seems that there are blood drippings.

After waiting for a while, a large patch of bright red system prompts brushed down.

[You got the characteristic Arson Feast (personal characteristic)]

[You got the characteristic fanatic (personal characteristic)]

[You got the characteristic mobile natural disaster (personal characteristic)]

[You killed 2,310 formal-level professionals, 841 black-iron-level professionals, 90 bronze-level professionals, and 3 silver-level professionals, extracting the source power... You finally got 9130]

[You are favored by Higgs who has a snake in his eyes - your Ashes level is unconditionally increased by one level, and the consumption of all your ashes divine spells is reduced by half]

[Your rank has been improved: currently the black iron rank (level 11)]

After showing here, the system prompt seems to stop.

But Roland was not maddened by the massive experience.

Now the entire city has been burned into an empty shell, almost empty inside. Roland didn't believe that the Tree of Suffering could find someone to absorb its vitality.

What's more, the tree of suffering is now soaked in the sea of ​​fire, like a poor little sapling that is watered by scorching iron juice.

After that, the Tree of Passion was abandoned by Higgs again. It can be said that it has no hope of life, and death is only a matter of time.

- However, it must die at the hands of Roland.

Without the slightest pause, he pulled out the attribute panel without hesitation. Upgrade level selected.

[Warrior level 10, promotion requires 246 experience points]

"confirm."

[Warrior level 11, promotion requires 258 experience points]

"confirm."

...

[Warrior level 18, promotion requires 342 experience points]

"confirm."

[Warrior level 19. Promotion requires 354 experience points]

"confirm."

[You have learned the attack posture: continuous attack]

[You have learned the defensive posture: defensive counterattack]

[Dark Iron Occupation Level Saturation]

3270 experience points disappeared from Roland's experience pool in an instant, and a third of a city's life disappeared in a blink of an eye.

However, Roland was not in the mood to sigh how low human life is - he has raised too many levels in a short period of time, and Roland's whole body is itchy like an ant bite under the sudden increase of his attributes, and all his muscles are in an extreme manner. Trembling with high frequency.

The feeling was almost torture, and Roland almost groaned. Fortunately, the pain lasted for a few seconds before being washed away by a warm current.

But Roland didn't hesitate. Before he could get used to the attributes of his body, he opened the attribute panel again without even looking at the newly acquired characteristics.

Because of the mental alienation caused by the Tree of Suffering and the level of an Ashman sent by Higgs, after Roland pushed the warrior's level to the limit of the black iron level, his perception attribute has reached a terrifying 9.4——

This is already the level of some poorly gifted silver-level priests.

Now, as long as Roland is raising two levels of Ashes, his perception can break through to ten points.

Roland was not hypocritical at all.

Without hesitation, more than 500 experience points were smashed, and the level of the Ashes was raised to level 13.

Suddenly, everything in front of Roland seemed to be different.

It's not that you can see more clearly or that the colors are more vivid. but fundamentally different. It's like having one more sense.

That sense could not give him insight into the laws of Aum, but at least it could allow his eyes to penetrate the obstruction of Aum's wall and see farther—

In Roland's momentary hallucination, the huge eyeballs of tens of millions of small snakes were swimming in one pupil, and a faceless girl in black dress sitting on the coffin board quietly watched his decision behind him.

But when Roland turned his head suddenly, he saw only a sea of ​​fire.

From the golden sea of ​​fire, silver-rimmed waves poured out from time to time, licking the building greedily.

The city of wealth, the city of pleasure and sin, has undoubtedly turned into a purgatory on earth at this moment.

Everything is as the winter elves' epic says--

Roland stood on the mountainside, looking at Purgatory in the deep snow, the smoke rising like a giant kiln.

A sea of ​​flames where golden heat converges.

Flying goose feather snow.

Burning town.

This town was full of wailing and wailing before, full of selfishness, greed and jealousy. There was no one at the moment, and it was burning quietly in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Apart from the crackling sound of the hot wind fighting in the air with the howling wind of winter, the only sound was the crackling of wood burning.

In this way, this sinful city has been purified in the simplest and most thorough way.

No hustle and bustle. There is no war, no political turmoil in various countries.

Everything is just like the city of wealth at the moment.

In the fire, but still covered with frost.

"grown ups."

Behind Roland, those who were brought out from Rib Street by Kakarite gathered up their courage and walked behind Roland.

After so long, it was hit so hard again. These people who have been strongly spiritually infected because of the Holy Face have now gradually recovered their senses.

Thinking about it for a while with a clear mind, they can also understand that the feat of burning the city is absolutely inseparable from the man in black behind him.

Combining miracles, priests, truth associations, and the failure of Caral's Great Enchantment - linking these details they know together, various versions of "truth" are ready to emerge.

But unexpectedly, these people couldn't hate the man behind the scenes who destroyed their family, career, relatives and friends.

Perhaps the repeated blows made them numb.

These people may have been nightingales, killers with blood on their fingers, street thugs, murderers, guards who kept order, but now they have only one identity—

That is the survivor.

Survivor of Fortune City.

Everyone exchanged glances, and a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and came to Roland.

He whispered, "Lord Orlando, we are shocked by this disaster. Or... terrified."

"I couldn't imagine how terrifying the fight between people could be before, so I was unscrupulous, thinking that at most people would die."

"but now……"

The middle-aged man's words suddenly stopped.

Roland didn't look back, so he didn't know the age and appearance of the speaker, let alone his expression at the moment.

So Roland didn't know why he paused, but he didn't ask any questions.

"I'm… tired all of a sudden. You know, Mr. Orlando, I used to be a killer, but now I've decided to never do it again."

"My wife and I plan to use our last savings to wrap up a plot of land in Ferrara, plant grapes, open a winery, and never kill again."

"Our children have been bombed before. Lord Orlando, I'm very old, and I don't know if I can have another child... But it doesn't matter, I just want to get through the rest of this safely now. For a lifetime. Because I suddenly felt that killing people is really terrible."

"Killing someone...it's really scary."

The middle-aged man whispered in Roland's ear with a low and extremely fast speech rate. The voice was vague and soft, but Roland heard it so clearly for some reason that he couldn't forget it if he wanted to.

In the end, the middle-aged man gave Roland a deep look, left a sentence, and turned to leave: "We are going to go to Fararu with Lord Blood Knight, and re-establish a family and business there... Also, Crewe Lord Wien said, I hope you can adjust your mood."

Following this sentence, two lines of system prompts that were so shallow that they almost turned silver-white appeared in front of Roland's eyes.

【The Voter Trial Completed】

【Please go to sleep as soon as possible, ready to accept template conversion】

Roland stared blankly at the golden and clean world in front of him, and two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

"Joseph."

Roland spoke, his voice was unexpectedly calm.

"Orlando... no, Master, I'm here."

Old Joseph bowed his head respectfully.

"You said, how beautiful this is."

Roland's voice was almost dreamy.

Although the voter's trial was successful~www.NovelMTL.com~, only Roland knew that this was a failed redemption.

A city was destroyed, but no one was saved; Roland, a loser, was forgiven by the dormant mentor.

Accustomed to trampling the souls of innocents, burying their families with their lives...

When exactly did I become an unforgivable demon?

Finally, unable to hold back the surging emotions in his heart, Roland sobbed suddenly, covering his cheeks with his hands, sobbing hard.

He finally realized that he might never be redeemed.

"A cry-loving demon...however it sounds, it's a shame. With such a guy as the protagonist, no matter what kind of novel or game it is, it probably won't survive."

The demon who wanted to save the world cried and laughed. (To be continued.)

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