"I've said it before, Roland. Innocent chanting is just a magic spell I use to save your life. Don't rely too much on it, it's not your own power."
A lazy and cold voice came from behind Roland.
"In the recent period, you should not think of using the harmless chant on others."
"But mentor, the situation is urgent now..."
"--obedient."
"……yes"
Teacher Changmian's suddenly cold voice blocked all Roland's explanations in his throat.
Roland suddenly realized that Mentor Changmian had not fulfilled all his obligations.
He is the disciple of the mentor, the chosen one of the mentor, the incarnation of the mentor’s will, and will become her only representative on earth in the future.
"Good boy."
The mentor's voice became cheerful: "Let's do this, if you revive him, I will give you the silent prayer."
Roland could only nodded silently.
Maybe the mentor could pretend he didn't see Roland's blasphemy, but in any case, Roland couldn't instruct the mentor to do anything.
That can simply be called treason.
Although if Roland threatens his own life, the mentor will probably reluctantly agree to Roland's request - An Ruosi is not worthy of Roland's doing this.
Besides, to be fair, the mentor could be called doting on Roland.
No other god would be so kind and lenient to his followers.
One must be content.
However, just because Roland gave up asking his mentor to sing without harm, it did not mean that he had to give up on An Ruosi.
There is no technical difficulty in rescuing An Ruosi, who has completely cleared away the stagnant divine power in her heart. It's just that Roland is a little bit unable to overcome the hurdle.
In order to ensure that Anruosi would have enough physical strength to support the subsequent evacuation after being rescued, Roland converted all the natural energy into healing touch in one breath.
For a moment, Roland's entire right hand was covered with a streamer-like light green aura.
That's right.
There is no need to chant harmlessly to revive An Ruosi, only the simplest cardiac resuscitation plus artificial respiration is enough——
The other side.
Robert was already sweating profusely.
He is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
His magic power had been drained before. But fortunately, the Knife Wizard still had the skill to use his life force as magic power to cast spells.
But just now, he cast the sound barrier three times in a row - but failed every time.
The palm of Robert's left hand was cut open three times, and it was dripping with blood at the moment. The blood-stained ceremonial knife suddenly became extremely sharp. It cut through the ground easily, and outlined some crooked patterns on the ground.
Robert sadly discovered that the impact of the previous roar was much more serious than he imagined.
His balance was affected, and his fingertips became weak. The ceremonial knife that was originally like an extension of his limbs became stiff and unruly.
He watched helplessly as the huge right arm was slowly raised from the barrier that was pressed to the limit. But he was unable to make any response.
There are no monks in this world, and there used to be no boxers. The followers of the Lord of Violence are the only profession that relies on boxing.
The Lord of Violence was the strongest berserker in history before becoming a god, and he was also the first boxer. Even at the golden level, he used his own strength to smash the city wall - not the city gate, but the seven-meter-thick obsidian wall
.
He holds a heavy and huge mace in his right hand, and wears a steel glove on his left hand that is three times larger than the glove on his right hand and not much lighter than the mace.
He didn't use a mace to break down the wall - he used his own fists.
Just like the Inanimate Fist, the Lord of Violence's mace is only for breaking armor. Compared to the mace, the fist of his left hand is much more powerful.
Although the Lord of Violence always holds a mace in his right hand, this does not mean that his right fist is weak.
His fist is like the sword of the goddess of war.
This simple punch is his greatest strength!
A god's all-out attack was blocked by a mortal barrier. This was enough to make the wizards of the White Tower proud.
But at this moment, the fist moved slightly upward -
That is never giving up.
But to accumulate strength.
In less than a breath, the Lord of Violence's right fist hit the barrier below again with a straight punch!
This time, the barrier that had not fully recovered was distorted by the huge bombardment.
However, there is no crash.
Before Robert could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the fist retreat slightly for a short distance before striking down again.
——Two consecutive hits!
Then, at a speed that Robert couldn't see clearly, the fist turned into a palm, a palm into a claw, and a claw into fingers. It continuously blasted towards the downward-bending barrier.
——All kinds of martial arts!
——Thousands of blows in one moment!
Robert discovered with almost despair that the right arm of the Lord of Violence had activated his best attack posture.
There was no suspense. The barrier formed by the runes made an overwhelming creaking noise and collapsed——
But before that, an invisible force penetrated the barrier and hit the ground!
As if an earthquake had occurred, the entire ground of the White Tower was shaking violently.
You can see it from a distance, where smoke and dust are rising, covering the sky.
But the runes on Robert's head were like burned scrolls, losing their dazzling brilliance, becoming dry, charred, and then turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
Finally, the fist fell to the ground.
In the distance, the explosion was accompanied by a shock wave. The surrounding houses twisted and collapsed, and the vibrations on the ground suddenly became a hundred times stronger.
As if a hundred-meter-tall giant was running toward Robert, Robert felt the vibrations on the ground becoming more obvious and more intense.
He even saw that Claudia's feet had begun to lift off the ground from time to time.
Along with the earthquake, smoke and dust surged like waves.
No, it would be too frivolous to say it was just smoke and dust.
Even a sandstorm cannot describe its magnificence - Robert could see the stone blades mixed with divine brilliance with just his naked eyes.
Robert finally understood why the Lord of Violence was so powerful with just one right arm.
Its divine power is always burning brightly.
There is basically no difference between this and self-destruction. In fact, what the Lord of Violence wants to do is to open the barrier and then self-destruct inside the White Tower.
That's why he sacrificed his right hand - he wasn't confident that other parts could break through the barrier of the White Tower, and he couldn't bear to part with his left hand.
The Lord of Violence knows very well that the right arm he cut off can never be returned to his body.
As a purebred roughneck, he does not know how to calculate the force and extend the existence time of the torso to maximize profits.
He only knew that since his right arm could never come back, he might as well burn the divine power in it from the moment it appeared and explode with the greatest power——
——Crush the enemy into dregs in one go!
This is what the Lord of Violence has always believed.
After the right arm of the Lord of Violence exploded in the center of the White Tower, the dust entangled with divine power became extraordinary.
Under the influence of the shock wave, the dust will turn into an indestructible sword, swallowing everything in its path into slag.
...Probably all the wizards inside have become scum.
Robert looked at the sandstorm getting closer and closer, thinking desperately.
But at this moment, a plain and sweet prayer came from behind him:
"Words were uttered in the courts, and knowledge was spread among the people."
"And today, I praise the Teacher among the people, tell her glory, and spread her great power."
"People have no choice but to agree and profess yes until they fall asleep."
As the cold voice behind him chanted word by word, a huge silver-white domain suddenly emerged from the ground, covering Robert and the others.
"——So the world has no words and no sound to hear." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net