As the chosen one of the saints, Roland can enjoy endless divine graces.
However, in the final analysis, his body is still flesh and blood.
Roland's body has reached its limit.
It's not that God's grace is not enough, but that his body can no longer withstand such violent exertion.
The silver-white holy fire pouring out from Roland's broken flesh is proof of this.
Under normal circumstances, the holy fire should only gush out from Roland's hands, feet and eyes, and then flow throughout his body like liquid.
At this moment, due to his thirst for power, Roland's skin and flesh had exploded, and the silver-white holy fire spurted out directly from Roland's bone marrow and from his blood vessels.
Countless fine scars appeared and disappeared on Roland's body.
If Robert looked at Roland with the eyes of a wizard at this time, he would find that Roland had almost turned into a human-shaped crystal of divine power.
Calculated, these divine powers are enough to support a normal mourner to cover two-thirds of the White Tower with a layer of ice using a prayer of frost.
The energy in his body is completely overloaded - with just one trigger, Roland will explode instantly.
By then, the silver-grey holy fire in Roland's body will explode like fireworks, and several streets around him will turn into scorched earth.
That's right.
Roland has reached his limit.
Even if Roland gave up on An Ruosi, Robert, and Claudia at this moment, and defended with all his strength, he would probably be able to survive like a dog under the protection of Mentor Chang Mian.
——What a joke!
Roland held his head high, his eyes burning with pale enthusiasm.
Such a failure will never be recognized——
Facing the sandstorm that was about to tear him apart, Roland closed his eyes and opened his arms as if giving up.
That's right.
As a chosen one of the Mentor of the Everlasting Sleep, Roland has already reached his limit by doing this.
There is no possibility of a comeback.
Not only would those three people be torn apart by the sandstorm in an instant, but he himself would also be dug up by the sandstorm together with the ground beneath his feet. He would be thrown into the sky mercilessly——
——However, such a future will definitely not happen.
Because, as a player, Roland has just appeared on the scene——
"Raise the level of the trainee mourner to 10. Pay all experience. Confirm."
[Consumption of 105 experience points, your trainee mourner level has been raised to level 10]
[Trainee occupation level is saturated]
While the system prompts were still refreshing the screen, Roland immediately issued the next command.
"Inauguration of formal mourning for the deceased."
[You want to get the basic professional mourner... the test is in progress]
[Perception is not less than 8...completely consistent, passed the test]
[You already have two professions, taking up the role of mourner will subject you to a part-time job penalty]
[Whether to confirm the inauguration of mourners]
Roland didn't hesitate at all.
"Abandon the Embers career. Convert to a mourner. Increase the level of the mourner to level 30, confirm."
[You have permanently lost 13 levels in your profession (Embers), and all the attributes you gained from your Embers will be restored]
[Because Embers and Mourners belong to the same profession, half of your Embers (level 13) experience (630) will be returned to the experience pool]
【You got the job assignment】
[Skip the inaugural task because of your voter template]
[You get a professional mourner]
[Every time you gain a level upgrade in the mourner's profession, you will gain strength +0.1, agility +0.1, constitution +0.25, perception +0.4, and bloodline +0.2]
[Consumption of 486 experience points, your mourner level has been increased to level 10]
[Formal professional level saturation]
[Skip the advanced tasks because of your voter template]
[Consumption of 3270 experience points, your mourner level has been increased to level 20]
[Black Iron career level saturation]
[Because of your voter template. Skip the advanced tasks]
[Consumption of 6900 experience points, your mourner level has been increased to level 30]
[Bronze career level saturation]
[The level has reached the racial limit]
Roland didn't even see clearly what characteristics and magical skills he had obtained. He immediately closed the battle prompt.
After all the experience he had accumulated for a long time, Roland only had 3067 experience points left in his experience pool.
You know, the ritual of opening the race limit requires at least 5,000 experience points, and more may even cost 10,000 points. At most, 3,000 experience points can only be used to learn a fairly ordinary attack posture.
Basically, it can be said that Roland put all his experience into it - in fact, this was originally reserved for him to pretend to slap in the face.
But think about it, isn’t the so-called emergency just to prevent you from having no experience to use in this situation?
Not to mention anything else, the increase in attributes alone is a force that cannot be ignored——
Roland Narola, half-elf (balanced bloodline), chosen (sleep mentor), male [Elite Template]
Apart from the fact that Roland's perception is still just shy of breaking through 20 points, the biggest change now is in Roland's bloodline and physique.
Especially physical attributes.
This is exactly the attribute Roland needs most now.
How much power the Sleeping Master can bear does not depend on the perception attributes, but on the physical attributes.
From 8.2 to the current 13.3, how can a mere one-third of the change be described?
Because every time the attribute breaks through ten points, there will be a qualitative change——
Under the limit of Roland's further relaxation, the silver-white holy fire rose again and again.
Robert, who was standing behind Roland, could only feel a rush of heat rushing towards his face.
It was the heat of a sandstorm.
But after he saw with his own eyes that the sense of threat brought to him by "Miss Herland" suddenly increased several times in the blink of an eye, he could no longer feel the burning sensation.
Because the frost on the ground suddenly became several times colder.
If it was just a frosty white blizzard swirling around Roland with a small amount of ice flakes, now the environment around Roland has become a forbidden zone for humans.
The surrounding low temperature was as if it were north of Suze. The cold wind blew, and the sandstorm that had been deprived of its divinity by the Silent Domain suddenly exploded, erupting into clouds of cold air.
This cold air even froze the sandstorm that arrived first into a thick wall, blocking out subsequent sandstorms.
Compared with before, which could only block sandstorms in one direction, "Helllan", which suddenly increased in strength, could now block sandstorms from all directions.
...Probably some kind of seal on his body has been lifted.
Robert swallowed and looked at "Miss Herland" with more intense eyes.
The bronze peak of less than twenty years old...
It is indeed an advanced race!
In any case, Robert would not believe that a person could improve his strength by an entire level in an instant.
That is simply a subversion of three views. No one in this world, let alone him, would believe it.
But Roland was still not satisfied.
Not only was the holy fire on his body not extinguished because the frost and soil blocked the sandstorm, but it became even more intense.
If the holy fire on Roland's body was only floating a few inches on his body before, then the divine fire on Roland's body has completely submerged him now, turning him into a huge burning man more than two meters high.
Under Robert's panicked gaze, Roland suddenly withdrew from the Silent Realm.
Suddenly, the sharp roar of the sandstorm filled their ears.
The sandstorm carrying divinity swept over, and Roland looked up at it without fear.
"Since so much experience was wasted, it makes me feel happy..."
As Roland murmured, four sword-like pillars of fire suddenly shot out from behind him, forming two huge V-shaped wings of fire.
In an instant, a big hole was torn out of the back of Roland's robe by the actual holy fire!
Behind him, four silver-white holy fires rushed out, extending nearly ten meters, surrounding An Ruosi and the three of them. The wild silver holy fires danced fiercely, blowing away all the nearby sandstorms.
Roland squinted his eyes.
With a perception beyond 18 points, Roland clearly sensed that something humanoid was approaching him rapidly in the sandstorm.
Roland showed an almost cruel smile: "Praise the mentor——"
Just when I wanted to give it a try, someone came to my door!
The next moment, Roland retreated instead of advancing.
Wrapped in the silver-white sacred fire, carried in the frost-white cold wind, it ran head-on into the golden sandstorm! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian