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Chapter 212 A blow

The silver-white holy fire was shaped in Roland's thoughts.

It is a cage of flames. It is a restless beast that leaps and bounds.

The jumping flames curved and stretched - the silver-white tentacles wrapped around Elucardo's limbs like mercury.

The moment he was bitten by the silver-white flame flowing like mercury, Elucardo's skin began to turn yellow, burnt, and then cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But just when she wanted to break free with brute force, she discovered that the cage formed by the flames not only had a viscous touch like body fluids, but also had extremely strong elasticity.

She tried to tear off the flame. But even if she tore off this flame, more flames surged out from the sword that penetrated her body again.

And it is even more impossible to destroy the staff and sword.

With Roland's perception approaching 20 points, under the infusion of his holy fire, even a standard iron sword would possess the excellent quality of light purple.

If Elucardo has the strength of peak gold, he can give it a try. But if it is this kind of power that has just escaped the category of silver, it is just delivering food.

Roland had already estimated various attributes of Elucard from her reaction during the previous confrontation.

Her strength is around 18 points, but not more than 20 points; and her agility is close to 15 points, her constitution must be more than 20 points, but her perception has just exceeded 10 points.

Roland had no idea what to do with the two attributes of will and bloodline, but they were more than ten points anyway.

After all, all attributes exceed the limits of mortals - this is exactly the characteristic of the brain-eating demon race.

The more brains the brain-eating monster eats, the stronger it will become, its immortality will become more outstanding, and its appearance will become more beautiful.

As long as the brain-eating demon you see is beautiful enough, so beautiful that you can realize that she is a brain-eating demon and not a man-eating monster, then all her attributes should exceed ten points.

Once the attribute reaches ten points, it means being extraordinary.

Whether it is the force of a punch that causes a cobweb-like collapse on the ground, the agility of running on the ceiling for a long time with high speed and balance, or the speed of recovery from injuries visible to the naked eye, these are all impossible for a mortal body.

Did it.

The reason why brain-eating demons can become the masters of an underground world full of monsters is that their power should not be underestimated.

Roland has never looked down upon Elucard.

But I have to say that the power shown by Elucard is a little too weak.

Of course, in terms of attributes alone, her total attributes have surpassed some strong human beings who have awakened to the Origin.

By the standards of a brain-eating demon, her attributes are not considered high. On the contrary, they are a bit too low.

If it were just this level of power...

There was a vague hope in Roland's heart.

Maybe Roland can defeat him with his own strength alone——

The holy fire stored in the staff sword is limited. Without Roland's continuous supply, it can only trap Eluka for less than three seconds at most.

So Roland sang the last line of the baptismal chant without hesitation: "May the Lord have mercy on this sad soul!"

As Roland sang, the black feathers flying around Roland shattered one by one.

Silver slender crosses protruded from the exploding crystal feathers, flickering in the air like breathing, and rapidly grew in size as time passed. At the end of Roland's chant, the largest cross

It's even the same size as an adult's hand.

If the previous feathers were handicrafts carved from black crystal, then these crosses were sharp blades made of silver.

The number is about three hundred - the metallic crosses hang in the sky like stars, shining brightly.

As Roland's last syllable fell to the ground, a group of sharp crosses of different sizes hit Elucardo like a torrential rain.

Like thunder, the first wave of crosses fell heavily. The huge impact immediately knocked her to the ground.

Then, the roar of heavy rain came to mind on the ground.

It was a continuous loud noise that was enough to cover up the voices.

Under the hammering of the cross, countless scarlet flowers bloomed on Elucardo's body. Elucado's whole body was covered with nails, and his luxurious dress was beaten to tatters.

The heavy rain lasted for four or five seconds before gradually thinning out. Before the smoke and dust dispersed, a strong silver-white sacred fire rose.

The blinding heat reminded Roland of the golden flames he saw under the Xingia Tavern.

Even Roland couldn't help but take two steps back before he could bear the heat of the holy fire.

These crosses are energy creations with the concept of eternal sleep.

Any one of them taken out is equivalent to a dark blue exorcism blade. Just falling is enough to pierce the body of the black iron undead. After the holy fire is ignited, the undead who bear the curse of immortality will fall into a long sleep.

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In addition to being able to burn the souls of the living and dye twisted existences into ashes, the Holy Fire of the Everlasting Master also has the ability to regain the right to die for those undead who have been unable to live in peace for thousands of years.

Only the holy fire of the Sleeping Master can truly erase the immortality of the undead.

Three hundred times the weight of the holy fire is enough to create a large crematorium.

As the dust from the broken crosses also joined the burning, the temperature of the holy fire continued to increase.

Under Roland's [Fire Holder] trait, his skin on the side close to the holy fire has shown a crystal-like transparent texture, exuding a white light like white jade.

Around Elucardo, not only was the air distorted - even the ground was cracked by the high temperature, emitting a dazzling dark red light like iron juice.

The surroundings of Roland fell completely silent.

Roland could only hear his not-so-violent breathing, his rapidly beating heart, and the crackling sound of the holy fire burning the ground.

"...Is it done?"

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Baptismal chanting has three times the damage to the undead itself. Coupled with the bonus of the three characteristics of [Mastery of Shout], [Mastery of Dispelling], and [Words of Compassion], even gold-level undead will be killed by Roland in one blow.

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Moreover, the Holy Fire of the Sleeping Master can eliminate the immortality of the body of the undead, and Roland's [Mourning Chant] feature can also erase the immortality of Elucardo's soul.

For the undead, the baptismal chant of the Sleeping Master should be an absolutely unbearable amount of damage...

However, Roland always felt an uneasy feeling in his heart——

Elucard is too weak.

Even though he knew that she had just come into contact with the seal, Roland still felt a subtle sense of dislocation.

It felt like I had spent a long time trying to gather all my strength to punch out, but it only broke a piece of toilet paper.

In fact, Roland was already prepared to be knocked into the sky by Elukado's continuous attacks and unable to survive the infinite combos.

The combat chant feature triggered by his effective attacks was originally intended to be used to instantly cast a damage-free chant.

But Roland always felt that Eluka was too hesitant, and even let Roland take the opportunity to do the biggest explosion that Roland could cause her.

What is she hesitating about?

…And, did I really defeat her?

Kill her completely? Kill Elucard?

Roland always felt as if he had forgotten something important.

Just as he was walking toward the extinguishing holy fire and preparing to pull out the staff and sword from it, a red fist emitting white heat, burning silver-white holy fire, and wrapped in terrifying heat suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Roland's pupils shrank instantly.

——But, the moment I saw that fist, it was already too late.

All he could do was cross his arms in front of him.

Then, he was knocked away by a huge force and hit the wall heavily! (To be continued.)

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