After calming down, Roland realized that Molika had done nothing wrong.
Ultimately, what is wrong is the dusk species.
Roland should really hate the Dusk species.
Without those Twilight Seeds, the enemies of Kabbalah would not have appeared, Molika's soul would not have been devoured, Xingia would not have fallen, and Molika would not have had her soul reshaped in the form of a missing body.
She would not turn into a name thief to peek into the memories in Roland's mind, and the fear and despair of losing the other half of his soul would not drive Roland into madness.
The first sinners were the Twilight Species - the invaders of the world.
In the face of dusk, Molika and Roland are also victims.
The only difference is that Molika was an earlier victim.
Roland has always believed that venting his grievances on people who are in the same situation as himself but are weaker is just the behavior of a weak person. Today, looking back at his previous cruel behavior, Roland couldn't help but feel a trace of embarrassment in his heart.
Covered in shame.
To free Molika——
Amid this shameful scolding, a whim-like thought appeared in Roland's mind.
But it only took a moment, and with the deliberate deepening of Mentor Changmian's thoughts, the idea became clearer and revealed Roland's most sincere wish more deeply.
——To save her.
"...May all glory go to my mentor——"
After hesitating for a few seconds, Roland sang the harmless chant in a low voice.
This chant is not for Molika, but for Roland himself.
Amidst the low chanting, Roland's left hand pressed directly towards his waist.
He pulled out the Blue Fang quickly and pointed at his right wrist with all his strength.
Without any suspense, the extremely sharp dagger cut a four-inch long gash in Roland's almost pale skin. The blood spurted forward like a fountain, dyeing the ground around Molika red.
The artery was severed. Roland's face suddenly turned pale.
However, as the first verse of his injury-free chant ended, the wound on his right hand instantly disappeared without a trace in a burst of faint white light, and the lost blood was replenished.
Although Roland has not yet obtained the blood of mercury, as a half-elf, his blood can help Molika survive for a few days longer.
Nourished by Roland's half-elf blood, Molika's soul that was about to disappear in the next second suddenly became much clearer.
If Molika's previous color was as transparent as an ice cube immersed in water, then her current color is an ice cube immersed in water with many bubbles.
In this case, Molika's soul will have the most basic power to go to hell.
Roland sighed and stood up with his cane.
For a spirit, Roland has no way to express his apology. The only thing he can give Molika is a good afterlife.
After inheriting Molika's power, her reincarnation will inevitably have an origin, unlike those ordinary souls with blank slates.
But at this moment, Roland suddenly felt a chill in his lower back.
Looking down, he found that Molika had just regained a little strength, so she sat up and hugged Roland's waist tightly. The rich negative energy slowly seeped into Roland's lower back.
...Hey, Miss, are you going to repay kindness with revenge?
If that were the case, Roland could only complain that his kindness would go to waste.
After acquiring the profession of mourner, the contact attacks of the spirit body and soul possession have lost their effect on Roland.
If Molika hurt Roland, the blazing holy fire in Roland's soul would directly burn her up.
So Roland didn't panic at all. He just raised his eyebrows and looked down at Molika.
Only then did Roland finally see Molika's face clearly.
Delicate is too shallow to describe her, glamorous is too strong - those are immature facial features that can only be described as delicate.
Although looking at her figure and frame, Molika is about fifteen or sixteen years old. But just looking at her face, some people would believe her if she was only seven or eight years old.
To put it nicely, this is called looking young. To put it badly, it means that it is not growing.
Roland lowered his head and looked at Molika's face and waited for a long time. His lower back was almost cold and he didn't see any plans for Molika's next step. He just saw her staring at him with her big, round, crystal eyes.
Even if it means knocking yourself down on the spot...
It's more or less okay, but it's silly to frame it like this.
So Roland asked a little impatiently: "Molika. What do you want to do?"
"I want to... follow you."
Molika's voice was ethereal and weak, like an echo in the valley. But her expression was extremely firm: "I will...dedicate...my soul."
Roland couldn't help being stunned.
As if he was asked some difficult question, he was silent for a long time.
An Ruosi, who was on the side, was attracted by the situation here. He got rid of his previous fear of Roland and walked slowly towards here.
About three minutes later, Roland laughed without warning, which startled An Ruosi.
"I do have a pet spot that is vacant... It's not impossible to bring you with me..."
Roland looked down at Molika with gentle eyes and a firm tone: "But, I refuse."
"……Why?"
Facing Molika's disappointed look, Roland chuckled, stretched out his right hand, and gently tapped her smooth forehead with two fingers.
"It's good that you can understand my kindness and willingness to sacrifice your soul. I'm glad that I didn't save the wrong person."
"But if I accept your soul, doesn't it mean that there is no difference between me and those gods?"
"Perhaps in the beginning, those gods only made contracts with Devil Yao in order to arrange the souls of followers who were as loyal as you... But there is no difference."
"If I taste the benefits from you, I will inevitably be greedy for other high-quality souls. I know myself, I can definitely do this kind of thing."
An Ruosi walked quietly close to the side and looked at Roland's expression from a distance.
It was beyond his expectation.
At this moment, Roland's eyes were crystal clear, and the previous madness had completely disappeared.
……what happened?
The relationship between the wronged soul and the clergy, the abused and the tormentor was now messed up. In An Ruosi's eyes, this person's soul gave him the same illusion as a pet dog and its owner.
He couldn't even tell whether Roland's previous madness was the revelation of his true nature or the manipulation of illusions - either answer was enough to make his hair stand on end.
Roland looked down at Molika. His eyes and tone at this moment gave people a sense of distant tranquility: "Visions determine the pattern, and the pattern determines success or failure."
"I have seen the end of the gods. If I only focus on these petty gains, sooner or later I will perish like them."
"Since I already know that there is a dead end ahead, I will not take the risk of not being able to turn back - this is my way of doing things."
When Roland said this, he couldn't help showing an apologetic smile: "I've said so much, but you probably don't understand."
"But it doesn't matter. If you really want to repay me, just remember me for now," Roland said, pulling down his hood and showing a gentle smile to Molika, "If you reincarnate after
If you can still remember me, it won’t be too late to come find me again then.”
"Remember...I don't want waste."
"I will... remember..."
Molika's expression was more serious than ever.
Roland looked at her with a pleased look.
He didn't expect Mollika to remember him at all, he just said this to reassure Mollika.
The laws of the underworld will wash away everyone's memory equally, even the strong man who awakened the origin is no exception, let alone a little girl?
The five fingers of Roland's right hand that was pressed on Molika's forehead spread out and gently covered the top of her head.
"Rest in peace——"
With just three soft words, without any resistance from Molika, her spirit body instantly shattered into large light spots and disappeared into the air.
At that moment, Roland actually had the illusion that he would see her again in the future.
...maybe.
Inexplicably, Roland also felt a little more hopeful.
"Anruo..."
Just when Roland turned around, An Ruosi's name was halfway called, and four large silver-white characters suddenly appeared in front of Roland.
The font is flashing, but not dazzling, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
That was a word Roland had never seen before.
【Soul salvation!】
In terms of size, it looks a bit like "Twilight Crusade".
However, Roland has never seen similar prompts in the game.
Before Roland could figure it out, a blockbuster system prompt appeared in front of Roland as if it were swiping the screen - (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.