Claude opened his mouth and looked up at Roland, but no sound came out.
The intense paralysis, as if he had been petrified, was surging throughout his body. His lips trembled, his legs became cold, and his internal organs twitched.
Kluvien, who was on the side, had already been stunned, but he did not dare to make any move under the warning in Claudia's eyes.
"It took thirteen seconds to attack...your body is really strong."
Facing Claude's eyes full of unwillingness, anger and doubt, Roland's face was expressionless, his expression so bland that it was almost indifferent.
"I know you don't understand why I would kill you... To be honest, I actually don't understand why we have the same goal but have to fight each other."
"But the biggest difference between me and Father Claude is that I have a lower bottom line than you. So, I am standing and you are upside down - I have learned this kind of thing a long time ago... Yes, a long time ago
Learned."
Roland murmured to himself and walked step by step towards Claude who fell on the ground.
The black robe wrapped around him was slowly untied by Roland, and gradually fell to the ground as Roland walked.
At the same time, Roland threw away the Spider Web Guard and threw it high in the air.
Suddenly, the large gray spider web seemed to come alive, bouncing and capturing Roland in it.
A piece of green light flashed in front of Roland's eyes——
[You took off the cloak of resentment of the black vine]
[You are equipped with Spider Web Protection]
[Special Effect: The Devourer is starting... Failed to start]
【Spider Web Protection】
Demonic Item - Light Cloak
Dark green fine grade
Toughness 7.3, weight 0.1
Wearing requires bloodline below 10
+1 Perception
+1 agility
-0.5 will
Special effects: Lord Devourer (this item is a demonic item, it will always devour the owner's vitality to evolve itself), bloodthirsty (it can create a virtual giant chewing creature made of cloth to restore the owner's vitality), Whisper of Agares
(Those who wear him will always feel the evil wisdom of Agares, making the owner's behavior more evil)
Agares? What kind of garbage is that?
Roland smiled contemptuously.
He's just a demon lord, not the two Sons of Twilight. At most, he's just trash at the level of the highest spire.
The origin of demons in Farnes World is different from those in other games.
These demons were all caused by the Silver Queen accidentally cutting through the Wild Furnace with her sword during the War of the Gods. Part of the chaotic magic that had not been transformed leaked into several elemental planes, punching a big hole.
Immediately, under the contamination of the continuous chaotic magic power, none of the natives of these planes and some visitors from other worlds survived, and they were all transformed into the emerging monsters they had transformed into.
These creatures were called demons in Lost Christmas. Before that, the word demon was a supplement to devil.
In this day and age, the only ones who understand demons are the cultists like Howler.
It's just a spider infected by dusk. Even if Agares' true form comes and sees the Sleeping Teacher, he will have to pass by quickly with his tail between his legs - if it has a tail.
It was just as Roland expected. After he put on this dress, the spider web that was so active before immediately let out a sharp scream.
It was like the call of a demon before death. It was sharp and full of hatred. The desperate cry was like substance. The dust around Roland was flying and receding in all directions. In front of Roland, Claude, whose resistance was completely stripped away
It was as if someone had punched him in the chest, showing a painful expression.
"May all glory go to my mentor——"
Roland prayed quietly.
"You have the power to strengthen me, because I am in tune with the gospel you preach and the truth you have revealed."
"My lord Narola, please look after me and answer me. Give me light in my eyes so that I will not sleep forever."
Suddenly, silver-gray light spots exploded with Roland as the center, but nothing was damaged. Only the cobwebs on Roland's robe suddenly seemed to have been scraped off by someone's wooden stick. They disappeared completely.
Revealing a pure black long black coat without any decoration.
Then, a slender silver cross pattern appeared on Roland's chest. The original fishy smell of flesh and blood on the robe completely disappeared, replaced by a decaying smell like a cemetery mixed with the smell of spices.
Special effects: Bloodthirsty (it can create a virtual giant-mouthed chewing creature made of cloth to restore the wearer's vitality and repair itself), monster (it is equivalent to a shape-shifting monster that is equal to the wearer's magical career level. It can be any
Passes the wearer's contact abilities as if the wearer actually touched them)
Enchantments: Enhanced Perception (1/1) (once per day), Furious Charm (1/1) (once per day), Breath of Sleep (1/1) (once per week)
——My god is here.
Sure enough. Just like in the game.
Roland couldn't help but smile.
As long as the demonic items are baptized with the saint's holy water or holy rituals, they will become holy items. Just like a sponge absorbs water. These items will also absorb a large amount of the saint's power while eliminating the devil's breath.
Until it becomes a higher level of equipment.
Depending on how much power the saints spend, the quality of these demonic items will rise from a small level to a large level. For example, Roland's change from dark green to dark blue is an explosion of character.
Although it may be the care of his mentor Changmian, Roland would rather believe that this is compensation for his previous black hands in the Tomb of Thousand Heads.
The so-called conservation of character...
However, although Roland smiled because of the upgrade of this piece of equipment, in Claude's eyes, this smile was an unabashed mockery.
"I heard your prayer...a prayer I have never heard before. Are you a priest of a false god? Roland?"
Claude roared to Roland in a hoarse voice, so small that it was almost lost in the air. His chest was beating like a bellows, and his face was red.
Roland almost laughed at his words.
False God?
"Of course not, Father Claude."
Facing Claude's question, Roland just shook his head calmly.
Roland still decided not to talk about saints and gods.
After all, in Claude's opinion, he was not wrong. Now that the revival of the plague has not yet arrived, almost no normal-thinking people would doubt the legitimacy of the authority of the gods. Let alone the priests.
Roland would rather let Claude die in anger and become a heroic spirit, and eventually be destroyed together with Sivir in Roland's hands, than let him go to hell with a shattered heart of faith.
He is a devout believer.
Believers should die as believers should.
This is the limited mercy Roland can give him.
"As long as you're not a believer in a false god... you're not a cultist either, right?"
But Claude didn't seem to hear Roland's words, and just kept talking: "God is one family. We love our gods as they love me. I am very happy that you have your own beliefs, because you can hear
God’s gospel, instead of taking the howling wind blowing from the southern woods as truth——”
"That's natural. But I believe you didn't say this to me to pray for your life."
There was no mercy in Roland's eyes, and he was as calm as water.
With that said, Roland took the jet-black reagent bottle from Claudia's hand. Then, black fangs grew out of the mouth of the reagent bottle.
Suddenly, Claude's face was filled with anger.
"It's really the Scarlet Fangs...the Embers! Roland, you -"
"If you die while praying to Tyr, you will not enter the kingdom of Sivir, but fall into the arms of Tyr. This is probably more terrifying than death for you."
Roland interrupted Claude's words loudly, then waved his hand and drove the jet-black fangs into Claude's neck like an injection. The part that penetrated into the skin began to melt instantly.
Before Claude could respond to Roland's words, his pupils instantly dilated, and black lines like tiger stripes appeared on Claude's face.
He immediately fell to the ground and lost his life.
"Rest in peace——"
Roland prayed quietly.
Facing Claude's body, he did not lower his head, but held his head high, as if he was looking at the sky and watching Claude's soul gradually fade away.
There was only one thing that was different from what Roland thought. That was that until he finished praying, his eyes were extremely dry.
Roland was sad because of this. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better novels and faster updates! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
