"As you said, in addition to those bastard gods, there are more evils in this world that need to be eliminated," Marco's eyes became brighter and brighter, eventually shining with an almost bright light, "Big nobles, small lords,
Military gangsters, profiteers... and many, many more."
"Human beings are suffering oppression in all directions. If we only fight for the independence of people's beliefs, then it is equivalent to giving up on people who are suffering other sufferings."
"Sir Orlando, although your behavior seems crazy, I can see that you have a truly great soul like Mr. Palbuchico."
"Wait a minute," Roland finally couldn't help but interrupt, "Mr. Marco, what do you want to do by talking so much?"
Roland had a bad feeling.
...Isn’t Marco going to directly enter the Palace of Truth?
What Roland couldn't accept the most was that with Marco's willpower, it was really possible...
Once they find the truth that they can carry out throughout their lives and have the power to complete it, this spiritual experience will be meaningless, and these awakened people will directly enter the palace of truth.
Translated in human terms, after a professional comes into contact with the origin, as long as his will is strong enough and his highest attribute points exceed thirty, it is possible to skip the experience of the road to awakening and directly enter the palace of truth.
The key to achieving this possibility lies in their obsession.
At this moment, Roland only felt that he seemed to have said something that he shouldn't have said...
Marco's gangster-like face now shone like a saint: "I feel it is necessary to fully demonstrate to you what I have learned from your teachings to prove that I have not misunderstood your teachings.
Hard work."
...No, what did I teach you again?
Roland felt like he was going crazy.
What Mark said was completely out of context.
Roland was just talking nonsense. He didn't believe that Marco couldn't figure it out with his intelligence.
To be honest, if Roland hadn't known that Marco was not that kind of person, he would have even thought that Marco was playing tricks on him now.
"With all due respect, don't you think your control is a bit too lenient?"
Roland finally couldn't help but asked: "Everyone is in a different position. Naturally, their thoughts are different. You think you are doing them good, but they may not necessarily think so."
"Dictator, blasphemer, leader of the mob...these charges, which are equivalent to the death penalty, will be like a magnet and will be tightly attached to your name, and you will not be able to get rid of it even if you want to."
Facing Roland's accusation, Marco just shook his head slightly: "Even so, I think there should be something that can burn away all unclean things."
"Dirty things? People even want to burn their bodies!"
Roland only felt that he had been stabbed hard somewhere in his heart.
Suddenly, an unknown fire surged from Roland's heart.
He originally wanted to deal with Marco, but at this moment he became inexplicably excited: "You burn all the right things in exchange for a world without mistakes. What's the use? Write an epitaph for mankind without typos?"
"You know, just because there are no mistakes doesn't mean it's right!"
"No! Nothing is wrong and nothing is wrong!"
Marco's voice and Roland's voice gradually grew louder during the conversation, and by the end it was even as shocking as the roar of a giant dragon.
After hearing this, Roland finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc.
He finally understood what kind of person Marco was.
Innocent yet cruel, cold-blooded yet hot-blooded.
He is more like a "fighter" spiritual leader than a religious leader.
In other words, a late-stage chuunibyou.
But there is a saying that goes well, only those who do not have the strength to commit chuunibyou are called chuunibyou.
Especially in a world where willpower can directly affect reality, Marco's danger is self-evident.
However, Roland was keenly aware of Marco's fatal mistake.
So he asked: "So, after you clean up all the filth that shouldn't exist, what are you going to do?"
"I will comfort the people until they forget the pain of war."
Marco answered without hesitation.
It was as if he was not being asked by Roland now, but had been preparing the answer to this question a long time ago.
But Roland dismissed his answer.
forget?
No, if we want peace to come, it is not enough to simply forget the war. People must remember the war and fear the war.
"Even if you can pacify the people, how do you plan to rebuild the post-war order? Just leave the people there and wait for hunger and poverty to kill them all?"
"...No. No. I want to..." Facing Roland's aggressive questioning, Marco showed a rare trace of panic and confusion on his face.
"So, who are you going to give the power to," Roland interrupted, narrowing his eyes, "Do you have it all in your own hands?"
"Isn't it? But if you distribute the power, can you ensure that every one of your followers has no selfish motives like you?"
"If you mishandle it even a little bit, your organization will become the new perpetrator."
"Make no mistake, you don't have the ability to spy on everyone - and you don't have the time."
Facing Roland's continuous questions, Marco finally lowered his head and fell into a long silence.
But at this moment, a bad feeling emerged from Roland's heart.
With his perception attribute comparable to that of a silver-level priest, Roland was surprised to find that Marco's aura not only did not collapse due to Roland's questioning, but instead increased rapidly and continuously after a stalemate for a period of time.
snap——
He seemed to be unable to grasp the nine-section whip and fell to the ground.
But Roland clearly saw that Marco had always been holding on to his "human will" and never gave it away.
So, how did his nine-section whip fall off?
"...Good question."
Before Roland could figure it out, the lava under Marco's feet suddenly boiled and melted into a golden liquid as thick and bright as iron juice, which shocked Roland.
"That's a good question, Your Excellency Orlando."
Marco repeated, happily responding to Roland's question with a thick noise that sounded like molten lava rubbing against each other.
Huo Ran raised his head.
Roland's pupils shrank instantly.
Just because Marco's pupils have turned completely bright golden at this moment, liquid-like heat is rolling in his eyes, and drops of hot golden liquid like iron juice flow down like tears on his dark face.
A few pale golden traces appeared.
At the same time, his hands also began to melt, and the flesh and blood turned into a viscous and slowly flowing material similar to lava, dripping slowly while shining with a brilliant golden light.
...Origin Rampage?!
Roland was startled.
The horse may enter a state of origin and rampage, which means that he has entered the temple of truth at this moment.
Although Roland had been mentally prepared for this, he still felt a little unable to accept it when he actually saw this scene with his own eyes.
In less than ten minutes, Marco climbed from the early stage of the road to awakening to the Palace of Truth - about level ten.
The Saints have to be beaten half to death before they can explode the small universe... I just said a few words to you...
But Roland was a little scared.
Fortunately, Marco was finally thrown into the origin rampage. This way, Marco's thinking would be chaotic and crazy for at least a year, and it would also give Roland a chance.
For Roland, a sane and crazy person is far more difficult to deal with than a powerful and crazy person.
"People must get their rights."
Marco's voice was deafening.
As he spoke, Roland could even see a faint flow of golden light deep in his throat.
"Rights must be checked."
As Marco's voice became louder and louder, under the golden light that seemed to be substantial, the frosty soil under Roland's feet couldn't help but crack open inch by inch.
Without Roland's frost and soil as a barrier, the heat wave in the entire basement began to gather towards Marco.
In just a few breaths, Marco's figure grew three times.
The huge lava figure wrapped in a golden glow quickly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye it swallowed the nine-section whip he threw to the ground.
"...Molten Sage?!"
Roland was stunned.
He knew the true form of Marco's posture.
This is the legal controller of the Fire Elemental Plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Farnes, and the entire Fire Elemental Plane can only be counted in two hands.
After a hole leaked out of the fire elemental plane and the entire plane was polluted by dusk, they became the Impaler.
In Roland's eyes, the scene in front of him was even more unbelievable than telling him that the Wind Whisperer was actually a disciple of the Everlasting Mentor.
Because Roland clearly understood that the image after the origin rampage was a combination of the most powerful parts of all his previous lives.
But there is a fatal flaw here.
That is, elemental beings cannot die at all, so they have no reincarnation.
"No……"
Roland suddenly realized that there was indeed someone who could do this.
That is Higgs, the creator of the Molten Sage and the former father of Gaia!
If Roland guessed correctly——
Marco is the chosen one of Higgs! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
