Under An Ruosi's uneasy gaze, Roland lowered his head, said nothing, and fell into a long silence.
Ever since that soul set its sights on Roland, Roland froze in place and remained motionless.
An Ruosi suspected that Roland might have fallen into some kind of hallucination, and therefore became more vigilant about the seemingly benevolent soul.
"ah……"
Just when he was thinking about using witchcraft to dispel the curse on Roland, he heard Roland's dry sigh.
The voice was dry and vague, as if he had been asleep for several days.
"I really didn't expect that."
Roland still lowered his head, and an extremely calm voice came.
"Yes, I still have an irreparable weakness... From this aspect, the one who wins is you," Roland's breath gradually became sharper, his speech speed increased little by little, and his voice began to become louder and louder.
It became clear, "It's cruel enough. I accept it."
"But, have you ever thought about it..."
Roland gradually raised his head, and the joints in his neck creaked as if they hadn't moved for several days.
An Ruosi suddenly had some bad premonition.
He couldn't help but take a few steps back.
When Roland raised his head completely, An Ruosi couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
What a ferocious and twisted face it was - the fair cheeks were stained with angry crimson, and the twisted face was as ferocious as a hungry mad dog. His eyes were densely covered with bloodshot eyes, dyeing the originally clear silver-gray pupils.
Extremely turbid, like a monster.
He had never seen Roland show such an expression.
Only once, when an aristocratic wizard captured the sister of a civilian wizard who was bullied every day, his only relative, as his personal pet and tortured her to death, he saw a similar expression on the face of the bruised civilian wizard.
That was the expression of a completely reckless mad dog.
In other words, it is the hatred for the entire world that only people with absolutely nothing can possess.
An Ruosi couldn't help but flash through the mind of that person who should have been forgotten long ago.
That wizard was more cowardly than gentle. Usually, even if he was pulled out as a target for witchcraft practice, he would show an honest smile and agree stupidly.
Only that time did the civilian wizard show such a twisted expression.
An Ruosi was frightened at that time. He thought about it and couldn't sleep all night. Finally, he woke up his mentor at midnight and told him about the incident.
An Ruosi can no longer remember the details of that incident.
The only thing he still remembered was the body of the noble wizard.
His head was immersed in strong acid and was beyond recognition.
His nails were ripped off, and each finger was broken into three pieces. The "waste" of the two legs were scattered on the ground, with at least more than thirty parts.
And his flesh, internal organs, eyes and bones were bitten into pieces by the civilian wizard and swallowed. The civilian wizard did not use any witchcraft. His teeth were broken from chewing the bones, and blood flowed from his wide-open mouth.
.
This civilian wizard couldn't even be held accountable - before An Ruosi and his mentor arrived, he used curse witchcraft to tie the soul of the dead noble wizard to himself, and then sold it at an extremely low price
Sold to the devil and committed suicide.
From that moment on, An Ruosi had a profound understanding of how far human madness can go.
He had always thought that Roland was an extremely peaceful, wise, and cunning person.
An Ruosi never thought that Roland would have such an expression.
He couldn't help but retreat continuously, not daring to get close to Roland at all.
Roland's roar sounded like it was coming from hell: "-Lie to me with my sister's face, have you ever thought about the consequences!"
In Roland's roar, An Ruosi felt an extremely strong chill.
The next second, gray-white wind roared out from behind Roland——
Different from the ice blades that were slowly spit out from the ground before, the ground seemed to feel Roland's rage at this moment, carrying thick white mist like a geyser and exploding with a bang.
The gray cold wind from the polar region enveloped Roland. Roland's appearance was completely unclear.
Then, Roland took advantage of the ice storm and turned it into a bunch of silver-gray sharp blades. Without any hesitation, he struck directly at the transparent soul floating in the sky as gracefully as a saint.
That soul seemed to feel Roland's threat, and without hesitation, he took off his disguise.
Large black spots emerged from the sapphire-like body, her eyes turned bright red, and her delicate face rotted instantly.
She opened her arms and roared miserably, and the air surged to form countless invisible spears and attacked Roland!
Roland did not shy away. He ran head-on into the air that looked a little distorted from a distance.
The ice storm around him immediately fluctuated violently. After Roland rushed out about ten meters away, the high-pressure spears formed by the air condensed instantly penetrated Roland!
A terrible storm seemed to erupt inside Roland's body, and a large cloud of blood mist erupted from Roland's whole body.
However, Roland was not afraid——
"May all glory be given to the teacher!"
Roland roared, and his voice passed through the air condensed into countless spears until it reached An Ruosi's ears.
He didn't dodge at all, just protecting his heart with his left hand, and continued to move forward with difficulty despite being penetrated by countless spears.
The ice storm around him had been dyed bright red. The wind pressure even pushed several sharp ice fragments from the ice storm into Roland's body.
But these injuries are of no use at all.
As Roland prayed loudly, all the damage done to his body by that soul was repaired the moment it was caused.
In just three seconds, Roland faced the endless storm spear and advanced to the soul.
When she saw this, she immediately became weak. She immediately closed her arms and was about to dive into the ground.
At this moment, the staff sword burning with silver-grey holy fire penetrated her abdomen directly and nailed her to the ground.
By this time Roland had calmed down under the stimulation of cold and pain.
But the spirit was seeking death again in the face of the fear of death - her face began to distort, as if it were carved out of the same mold as Roland, and her voice became gentle and hoarse: "Alan, I am..."
But before she could finish her words, Roland punched her chest hard, causing her entire spiritual body to tremble violently.
"You didn't hear what I said clearly, did you?"
The bloodshot eyes of Roland were also restored by his prayers.
"Okay, for the sake of this face, I'll give you a neat way to die."
He just stared calmly at the spirit that was nailed to the ground in front of him and still struggling to say something. His right hand firmly and slowly touched the familiar but cold and corpse-like cheek, feeling an irrepressible feeling.
The violence began to surge in my heart again.
[Mr. Roland, the dead cannot be resurrected, please forgive me and accept the change]
[What? Are you playing games with Roman? But... okay, it's nothing, please continue]
[No! I didn’t want to poison you! I just mixed your medicine with sodium fluoride! No! Calm down!]
[Good morning, Roland, I am your new family doctor. Ex? No...just forget about him...]
[Question before the end of today’s treatment: Do you still remember what happened on September 28th? Don’t remember? Ah, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal. It’s normal if you don’t remember]
A series of confusing pictures flashed before Roland's eyes, and some things that he couldn't remember clearly appeared in Roland's mind again.
He saw many things in the illusion created by the name-stealer that he had long deliberately forgotten.
Under the sudden stimulation, Roland even lost consciousness for a time.
But it's different from on earth. No matter how low his will attribute is compared to the same level, Roland's willpower is several times that of ordinary people.
He will no longer easily fall into insurmountable madness.
What's more, the cold and intimate thoughts of the Everlasting Mentor have been sticking to the gap in Roland's soul, constantly nourishing Roland's soul that was torn in half.
Roland breathed heavily, and the veins on his arms gradually calmed down.
If the civilian wizard had been deprived of everything, Roland would have suffered twice as much as him.
What he lost was two entire worlds.
About three minutes later, Roland's silver-gray pupils finally calmed down completely.
He looked at his faceless head, which was firmly pressed to the ground by his right hand, and showed an apologetic and gentle smile.
"Then rest in peace."
As Roland prayed in a low voice, silver-gray light spots condensed into feathers and fell gently, covering the struggling spirit body layer by layer.
Until the face under the palm of Roland's right hand completely lost its resistance. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net