"My master, my lord Narola, all flesh will praise you, and all nations will come to praise you."
Joseph knelt on the ground, his eyes vacant, and prayed softly.
"When I hear your command, the earth trembles. When you say that all things will eventually return, the eternal mountains will crack and the everlasting mountains will collapse. When the sinful people of the West hear your call, their bodies will tremble.
For they feared the long slumber, and hated the crow that cried out for death. Then Narola became angry, and their lips trembled, and there was decay in their bones—"
Joseph's prayer came to an abrupt end.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and a strange light gradually lit up in his dull pupils.
On the cross-shaped scar on his forehead, a faint silver-gray flame could be vaguely seen flashing away.
But he knelt on the ground blankly like a sculpture, as if he had seen something that could subvert the world.
Joseph's eyes, which seemed to have lost the whole world before, suddenly melted away.
“I forgive you, not because of your burnt offering, but because you are in accordance with My revealed truth.”
A lazy, ethereal voice sounded from behind him. The voice was not loud, but it echoed in Joseph's ears like a bell: "But you must not harm Roland, and you must not save him on your own. He has his mission,
He also has his mission."
"Roland will definitely die and be resurrected in three months. You can tell others and praise Roland's holiness. This is the holiness I give to this world."
Each word in those words was like a red-hot iron, deeply engraved in Joseph's mind.
But there was no pain at all, instead there was a throbbing feeling of being commanded by heaven. A kind of peace that could make any life intoxicated completely enveloped Joseph.
Now he still somewhat understands the mentality of those fanatical believers.
If one can enjoy such peace after death, one would not hesitate to be cut to pieces in life.
Tears of emotion fell from the corners of Joseph's eyes.
That's right, touching——
It was a feeling that Joseph had not experienced in a while.
The injuries in his brain were taken away by his eternal sleep mentor, and the feelings that were killed by Roland revived in him again.
For the first time, Joseph felt that the world was so beautiful.
Sunshine, land, air - just feeling that he is living in this world makes him so happy.
Yes. Joseph came to life again.
If emotions are killed, it means death, then Joseph is undoubtedly the Holy Spirit reborn from the dead body——
The silver-grey flames in his eyes gradually ignited.
Among them, the gray part gradually peeled off. The new one was similar to Roland, but not as bright as Roland's flowing silver, but closer to pure white. Silver-white flames rose from his eyes.
"You must revere the eternal sleep, and not just be attached to it."
At this time, he heard his mentor's gracious and loving voice coming from behind: "Joseph, your sins are forgiven."
"Now you have to listen. You have to kneel down and pray and listen to the mission you have set -"
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Deep red blood.
No one would think of anything else when seeing the scene in front of them.
Even though the entire ground was covered with broken arms, broken nails, pulled out intestines and ripped out kneecaps, what was more impactful was the thick, dark red and black blood that flowed freely like a river.
——
"Don't run away..."
Eluka smiled sweetly and stepped over a corpse that was torn in half by brute force.
She stepped on the internal organs on the ground without hesitation - no, judging from her expression, it was more intentional than not saying she didn't mind.
Just like a child deliberately stepping into a puddle on a rainy day, Elucard showed off her charming face in a naughty manner.
Her black leather boots were half submerged as soon as she stepped into a two-finger-high pool of blood.
The thick scarlet liquid bloomed like flowers on her little leather boots.
There was blood on her face, but she had no intention of wiping it off.
Elucard held the head of a middle-aged man with a majestic face in his right hand - the cardinal who was originally the god of darkness, but was beheaded by Elucard at the very beginning of the meeting.
It is true that Elucard did take advantage of the sneak attack. But as a priest of the god of darkness, he would be attacked by others. Even if he died, he would have nothing to say.
It was like the incarnation of fire being burned alive - this was extremely ridiculous, a stupid thing that was enough to make Knicks furious.
"Weird, monster—"
"Devil! Devil! Die!"
"My Lord, please save me, please save me, please save me, Lord -"
The priests of the God of Darkness cried and howled, rolling and crawling, and fled at a ridiculously slow speed, not daring to face the seemingly beautiful girl behind them.
Among them were some idiots who couldn't move because of fear. There were also people who couldn't speak and could only cry and make indistinct sounds.
As someone once said before, no one requires priests to be strong - they place all their faith in their gods and forget their own weaknesses because of their protection.
And now, the demon-like girl once again reminded them of what fear is.
No, rather than saying that it was a girl, it was better to say that it was a monster that appeared in the form of a girl.
Just after meeting him, the usually aloof Cardinal had his head cut off. The protection arranged by the God of Darkness around him had no effect, just like a thin piece of paper being scratched directly.
His bones creaked, and he was torn into more than eight pieces by Elucard in an instant.
And when those Silver-level priests subconsciously sensed something was wrong and fought back violently, they found in despair that any magical spell would be directly torn by her, and curses and weakening had no effect.
Even if she escapes into the shadows, she will step on the shadows. She will directly crush the people hiding in the shadows into flesh and squeeze them out delicately from the gap between the shadows and reality.
Not to mention walking a round in front of her - in less than a second, her scarlet figure tore apart three figures of believers like a hurricane.
——To be precise, it was not a scarlet figure. It was a scarlet storm.
Her crimson dress only accounted for a small part of it. More of it was the blood of those who were torn apart.
The fragile body was shot up to the sky with great force along with the blood, and a bright red rain spread down like a rainstorm. In an instant, the potholes on the ground were filled with accumulated blood. Bits and pieces of internal organs fell from the sky like a big gift package,
It fell into the mouths of those poor creatures who were staring blankly with their mouths wide open.
Before they could notice and vomit them out, an even more terrifying invisible storm struck with huge force. Invisibly and without substance, those who were vomited out were turned into dregs.
Elucardo stood arrogantly like a madman, shouting wildly at the fleeing believers: "You bastard followers, do you hear that!"
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Did you hear that? I told you not to run! I'm so hungry!"
Her sweet and charming voice gradually became sharp and harsh. The sound was like glass scratching a blackboard, but it swept away like a storm. Those who were crawling on the ground to escape couldn't help but show painful expressions, and covered their hands in vain.
ears.
Elucard's teeth gradually became sharper.
A large number of black twisted spots appeared in her eyes that turned completely scarlet.
Without the comfort of divine magic, Elucard, who had gone crazy, gradually took off her human disguise, revealing her hunter nature bit by bit.
She is different from ordinary brain-eating demons. Her evolution is complete, and she is firmly moving towards the direction of the killer.
Whether it is the exploration of the spiritual abilities deep in the bloodline or the development of physical strength, Elucardo is moving in the direction of pure destructive power.
At her peak, she once sank the land northeast of Titan with a casual blow. It was a terrifying destructive power that the human body could not exert.
She who is crazy is the embodiment of death in another sense. Her mere appearance can bring fear.
It was under such circumstances that the former Silver Queen met her for the first time. The magic of the Everlasting Mentor has an unimaginable effect on calming the manic.
What Roland hopes is to recreate this scene. To truly gain Elucard's loyalty, rather than the nihilistic emotional bond tied to the unknown sister.
——Of course, before the protagonist appears, the scene must be cleared first.
Roland saw the kill prompts that were flashing across the screen in front of him, smiled slightly, and gently put down the pen in his hand. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net