If you don't understand Astral Language, just judging from the melody and Roland's solemn expression, anyone will think that what he sings is a hymn to life.
However, in fact, this chant is full of praise for decline——
"——My days are faster than a shuttle, and they are all wasted in hopelessness."
It is different from the death chant that Claudia had tentatively performed.
Roland's chant of death was not accompanied by the decay of plants and the rotting stench of animals, but only a thick black mist rose from the black ice ground under his feet.
It's like the smoke emitted by dry ice placed in the air - except that the fog is extremely dense and black.
"Please remember, my life is just a breath, my eyes will never see happiness again——"
When Roland sang the second sentence, the blackened ice had directly surrounded the Skull Crusher.
When Roland sang the third sentence, the ice layer that was constantly vibrating became quiet.
By this time, the mirror-like ice surface under Roland's feet had completely turned into pitch black.
It was a color like matte metal, which could also be said to be an extremely delicate black earth.
In fact, it is just ordinary black soil——
The difference is that it is the black soil where the eternal master lives.
At the beginning of the birth of Farnes - that is, when the saints assisted the only god Aum to create this world, there was no life in the world of Farnes.
Without life, there is naturally no death.
Without happiness in life, there will be no eternal sleep after death.
Therefore, at that time, the title of the Master of Everlasting Sleep was still the Lord of Ice-Cold Death.
At this moment, Roland used low-level magic to combine the original version of the degraded version of the magic. The magic commonly known as "Underworld" is officially called the Cold Dead Land!
Even the current false gods will immediately lose all hope and motivation to live as long as they dare to set foot on the black land where Mentor of Everlasting Sleep once lived.
die.
It was not an illusion or a mind-twisting spell. If you had to describe it, it was a plane feature with a very difficult saving throw.
Only people who have actually died once can have this kind of emotional resistance.
And dying once is easy to say, but how easy is it to actually do it?
Although the predecessor of the Skull Crusher was the Fist of Inanimate Life, it is a pity that the eternal life obtained by the soul after death ascending to the Kingdom of God is not recognized.
If you die, you will die. If you die, you will die.
Those "god envoys" in the kingdom of false gods - that is, priests and Templars after death can only exist in the kingdom of God in the state of souls.
After all, their divine kingdom is in the star realm, and there is no matter in the star realm.
Like the Skull Crusher. There are other divine messengers who came to the world and existed in the Kingdom of God in the state of souls. When they were summoned, they either came to the world in the form of souls, or they were simply
Possessed by a heroic spirit.
With such a mutilated form, how dare you say that you are a person who has "died" once?
They have obviously always been dead and have never been resurrected.
To put it a bit exaggeratedly, even the "Kingdom of God" where the divine envoys live in daily life is just a fantasy of the gods.
How can mere fantasy resist the power of the underworld?
"The eyes of those who favor me have no longer seen me." Roland stared closely at the Skullbreaker wrapped in black ice and chanted the hymn of death. "The mentor's eyes looked at me, and I was no longer there."
world."
There was no light, shadow, or explosion.
Abruptly, the black ice containing the Skull Crusher suddenly cracked, melting like crushed ice on a soldering iron.
But Roland was not nervous at all.
After the black ice dispersed, the two-meter-tall giant stood silently on the spot.
If you look carefully, you will find that the golden sand that was originally wrapped around it has turned into ordinary sand.
It was already standing like this, losing all its vitality.
At this time, Roland had already received the system prompt——
[You killed a Silver-level Skullbreaker and extracted the original power... You gained 1921 experience points]
[Feature: Mourning Chant takes effect. The soul of the Skull Crusher will not return to the Kingdom of God]
Roland's sharp eyes discovered that a turbid yellow transparent soul struggled and squeezed out from the completely sealed horn helmet of the Skull Crusher.
If it's lucky, it might be able to escape and become a lonely ghost.
Unfortunately, metals are not good conductors of the soul.
Just by struggling out of the steel helmet, this soul has become incomplete.
Compared to these cold steel, they prefer wood and stone as their shelter.
However, it has no chance -
"Kill...the master...chop...meat..."
This turbid soul struggled hard and made a sharp, trembling but indistinct sound.
Roland had no interest in waiting for it to solidify himself and then scold himself.
"Rest in peace——"
Roland stretched out his right hand, grasped the turbid soul hard, and crushed it directly.
Silver-white light flowed from Roland's hands, purifying his thoughts and will. The soul that had been polluted in the twisted flesh and blood was turned into an unconscious and transparent soul, rising into the sky, and once again walking along the arctic path.
The Wall of Mu travels to Hell.
As the group of souls gradually turned invisible in Roland's hands, the seemingly endless sandstorm around them also slowly stopped.
But at this moment, Roland saw turbid yellow light pillars rising from everywhere in the White Tower, reaching straight into the sky.
Even the sky is illuminated together.
Roland raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
——This is the pillar of light when the envoys of false gods are sent back.
In other words, they used mortal bodies as sacrifices and attached themselves as souls. After the false body was destroyed, the soul inside would naturally break away from the shackles of the dead body and return to the kingdom of God.
Since the beginning of the War of the Gods, the envoys of the gods have relied on this ability to continuously return to the battlefield.
No matter how hard I kill, I can't kill them all.
Sometimes a weapon master who has awakened his origin can even kill an angel three times in a row in a small battle.
It is precisely in order to resist this rogue's ability to recover troops that the undead came into being.
The existence of this light beam is to prevent the soul of one's own divine messenger from being harmed. There are not many skills that can harm the soul in the world of Farnes, but it is not too few.
The gods are not stupid either. Since they dare to send their envoys to the earth, it means that they must have thought of a way out.
Let’s not mention the past few decades now.
When they first usurped the authority of the Saint, they had trouble sleeping and eating every day.
Only one day the saint suddenly comes back and discovers the terrible things done by his group...
However, as time went by, this guilty conscience gradually turned into a kind of arrogance mixed with indifference.
In the past hundred years, they have begun to do things like reversing life and death, tampering with Aum's Law, and even colluding with Dusk one by one without any scruples.
"A bunch of filthy idiots..."
Roland looked at these dim yellow light pillars rising alternately with cold eyes.
He counted and found a total of 19 beams of light.
Counting the one on his side that had lost its immortality and was sent to be reincarnated, the Lord of Violence sent down a total of 20 divine envoys.
In order to destroy the White Tower, this man is really generous.
"well……"
As a heavy sigh suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart, Roland was startled, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.
He suddenly turned around and looked at Robert and the others: "Did you hear that?"
"I heard it..."
"Um……"
"I heard it," An Ruosi's expression softened as he just got up from the ground, "Don't be nervous, Helan. This is the voice of Master Merlin."
"Um?"
Roland was really stunned this time.
But before he realized what the name represented, a huge barrier spread from the center of the White Tower. The surrounding scene gradually collapsed, and everything around him melted, seeping into the outer layers.
in something.
Roland stood blankly among the people coming and going, sensing an extremely familiar feeling.
"This is...the city of the old days?"
Roland finally realized the truth and murmured. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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