Accompanied by Roland's prayer, the silver-white light seeping out from the ground shattered.
The white light exploded immediately, and the fragments jumped upwards out of the ground, floating at different heights around Roland.
Then, these irregular white rays of light like ice flakes made a crunching sound, shattered one by one, and turned into shining points of light like stars.
Roland's prayer only came to an end.
He pondered for a moment and started a new prayer again.
The prayer became louder and louder, until it finally made a loud rumble like thunder——
“Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are burned at the stake by foolish men!”
"For the Master will preserve you as gold in the fire—"
Robert was surprised and turned around.
I saw silver-gray traces burned on the ground like spider webs, trembling rhythmically like a breathing evil thing.
"——"
Robert was about to speak, but found that nothing could come out.
Not just your own words.
Even the sound of the wind roaring like waves, the creaking sound of the ground cracking - even the howling sound of the sandstorm that almost bit the sky into pieces were wiped out together.
The whole world showed complete silence.
Even the beating of the heart in the chest was completely inaudible.
The only thing that echoed in this silent world was Roland's low and cold prayer——
"I once saw my mentor build an icehouse, a snow room, and a hail bin."
"The water there is as hard as stone, and at dusk it freezes into ice."
Robert stared blankly at Roland, who was surrounded by millions of light spots, with his long mouth and outstretched hands fixed in the air.
Balls of holy white light were like the softest cotton wool, floating around Roland.
His slender fingers were crossed and placed on his chest. His expression was peaceful and solemn, and his prayers were pious and not boastful.
The blazing silver-white holy fire burned in Roland's eyes like flowing silver. The holy light overflowed from his eyes like flowing water.
Soft light illuminated Roland from all directions, and even the shadows disappeared.
Roland's skin showed an almost transparent texture under the light.
Roland's back-length black hair flew up in the silent world, and his black robe made of spider web fluttered, making a hunting sound, revealing Roland's hands and slender white wrists.
The pure black clothes were like shadows and like dancing tentacles, binding Roland within them.
Looking from a distance at this moment, it looks like a shining Holy Spirit is bound in a pure black prison——
Looking from Robert's side, the fiery red sunset reflected right behind Roland.
The sunset is like blood——
It is as holy as silver——
At that moment, Robert understood what it means to be holy and what it means to be a believer.
For a moment, Robert even forgot about the sandstorm sweeping behind him.
Rather, he subconsciously felt that "Hellan" would be able to solve this problem.
This is exactly the case.
"She sends down snow like wool day by day, and scatters frost like ashes -"
In the silent world, only Roland's prayer echoed in the sky.
The silver-gray lines like trembling spider webs were like cracks leading to hell, and waves of icy cold wind rushed out from them. Robert couldn't help but shiver.
Roland unclasped his hands in front of his chest, stretched out his right hand and pressed forward weakly.
Singing the last prayer——
"——Her coldness comes from the place of death, how can anyone with flesh and blood resist it?"
Suddenly, the wind howled.
White traces of frost spread from Roland's feet.
The ground creaked, and pieces of transparent ice flakes as sharp as knives rose from the ground.
Roland stood sideways, the storm behind him rising, blowing the sharp ice blade more than one meter high on the ground into pieces, and being trapped in the eye of the wind. It suddenly struck forward!
There is no sound in the silent hell embodied by the Silent Prayer.
Not just pure sound.
Even the unformed witchcraft and divine magic will collapse in an instant. Only the formed magic and the voice praising eternal sleep can exist in it.
And Roland didn't just cast two magical spells in succession.
Use the Prayer of Silence to control the field first, and then cover it with the second prayer. This is the regular burst routine of the mourner.
And using Silent Prayer to superimpose Frost Cover Prayer is the most powerful one among them.
For example, if the Prayer of Frost is chanted after the Silent Prayer, and the Chant of Decline is added, the effect is basically the same as that of "Underworld", except that the range is slightly smaller. And it cannot be moved.
You must know that Hades is an advanced magical technique that can only be possessed by mourners who have awakened their origins. Its power is enough to freeze sounds, freeze souls, freeze thoughts, and lead everything to the cold silence of death.
Although Roland lacks a decisive death chant, fortunately the prototype has appeared——
At this moment, the sandstorm carrying divine power finally swept over.
The dazzling sandstorm lost its dazzling light like a polished gold coin as soon as it entered the silent realm. But even if its divinity was deprived, the sandstorm that had been accelerated to the limit was still rolling towards Roland and the others.
Just relying on that weight and that speed was enough to smash Roland and the others into a bloody mess!
"So I shouted, Blessed are those who are caught in the fire!"
As Roland prayed loudly, the ice storm swirling and dancing behind him seemed to come alive, swooping forward like a running hound to face the sandstorm!
The surging sandstorm and the frost-white blizzard finally collided together.
It feels like using two high-speed rotating chainsaws to fight.
At the first moment, the icy cold wind and the hot wind carried by the sand waves hit Roland and the others.
The cold air that can freeze even the respiratory tract, and the unique scorched smell of charred houses mixed together to create a violent hurricane, but there was no sound.
That's because the place of collision was within Roland's silence field.
"So I cry out, Blessed are the prophets who are burned on the stake by fools!"
A piece of frost-white ice blade that was blown away by the sandstorm flashed past Roland's eyes, and traces of blood suddenly oozed from Roland's cheeks.
But Roland did not advance but retreated.
Because the number of sandstorms is simply endless.
Even if Roland blocked the sandstorm on this side, he could not block the sandstorm on the left and right sides, let alone the sandstorm behind.
He was very clear in his heart.
Never be passive defensive.
We must attack head on!
So Roland looked directly at the ice blade that sliced through his cheek, faced the golden natural disaster that was raging and roaring in front of him, and had destroyed all the houses along the way. With an exaggerated smile that was unafraid, he took a heavy step forward!
"I praise the Lord!"
"Praise to eternal sleep!"
"Praise the mentor!"
Roland growled, taking three steps forward in a row, his eyes burning with pale enthusiasm.
The silver-white holy fire surged out of his eyes, and Roland's whole body burst into flames.
The holy fire emits a blazing light.
The light completely enveloped Roland.
The wound that had just been cut on Roland's face had healed at this moment. The ice blades and sand particles that flew away in the collision exploded just after hitting Roland, and were burned to ashes by the holy fire.
It is like a real divine grace.
How much grace does Roland have?
If you have to describe it, there is only one answer——
That is endless!
"Praise the mentor!"
Roland shouted loudly, and the holy fire burned so fiercely on his body for the first time, making Roland's figure look like a saint being burned to death on the stake.
The holy fire, which far exceeded Roland's physical endurance, had torn his body apart.
But these countless small wounds were healed by the holy fire as soon as they appeared.
"Praise for eternal sleep——"
Roland's voice was like thunder, making a loud rumble.
Finally, he took another step forward and ran into the blizzard.
Suddenly, the blizzard exploded silently, spreading in all directions and crashing into the golden sandstorm that hit An Ruosi and the three of them from the side.
The speed of these sandstorms, which have just been washed away from their divinity, is already close to the speed of sound.
The wind alone is enough to destroy the forest. If it is entrained with sand, it can even destroy a building in an instant.
But Roland just stared at the most powerful sandstorm without giving in.
His eyes were burning with pale enthusiasm, he praised his mentor loudly, and opened his arms - (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net