The night was deep and dark, as if the entire sky was submerged in the deep sea.
It was already noon, but the sun still had not risen.
Roland saw it - in the center of human civilization, five tall towers piercing the sky were leaning and falling from the clouds.
Just like the five pillars supporting the sky collapsed, at the end of the sky, the gorgeous rainbow-like barrier was like a shattered glass wall with dense cracks.
Shining with colorful light, large fragments like illusions continued to fall off from above, fell to the ground, and shattered into dreamlike light spots.
Raging flames rose at the edge of sight, and black smoke and a wall of fire separated the world.
Roland saw the light of the stars turn into sharp swords, hitting the outer wall of the spire repeatedly and quickly.
A light that was more brilliant and shocking than any fireworks in the world kept flickering on the outer wall of the collapsed white tower. A halo of light spread out, briefly illuminating the dark sky.
The people who came like a tide did not encounter any obstacles. Their bodies were shining with divine aura, and their faces were full of enthusiastic and joyful smiles.
They raised the sharp blades in their hands and roared, splitting open the heads of the elderly and children as easily as cutting a hot knife into butter. Their faces were filled with extremely joyful and noble expressions, as if they were saving the world. A sense of mission emerged.
on their faces.
——Because God is with them.
The bodies of these sergeants were covered with holy fire, and vague shadows appeared faintly behind them.
Under the gaze of the gods, the wizard's witchcraft is like a child's joke and has no effect.
The flaming meteors and the ice needles entwined with the terrifying cold air hit the armor burning with the holy flame. It was like a handful of water poured into the raging fire, without any change at all.
On the contrary, once the standard military sword struck the wizard, the protective witchcraft floating on the wizard's body was cut open. Terrible wounds immediately appeared on the wizard's flesh.
Blessing, high-level consecrated weapons, sacred shields, active bodies, breaking defenses—these high-level blessing spells will appear on the Templars on their own even without prayer. Because of the flaws in their perception attributes, these gods
The sergeant has never been so close to the god he serves.
There is no need to pray, just killing the enemy can be rewarded by the gods - the Templar knights who realized this were so excited that their voices almost trembled.
These wonderful killing weapons are also immune to all poisons and curses, so even the types of traps are limited.
That's right - no one can stop their progress. All defenses will be broken down, and all injuries caused by attacks will be wiped out in an instant.
In this way, it advances at a slow but firm speed; it advances while singing verses praising the gods.
The hard work of the wizards was almost fruitless. The number of Templars killed and injured in the first wave of witchcraft was nearly a thousand, but with this level of damage, not even a single one floated in the sea of ​​enemies that could be seen at a glance.
Can't even fight.
That's an army of hundreds of thousands of people.
On the night before the war started, 80% of the trainee priests and Templars were blessed by the gods in advance, and obtained the formal level of spellcasting ability and permission to participate in the holy war. These overnight priests were inspired by the gods to become formal level clergy.
It occupies more than one-third of the entire legion.
In the critical battle, these people are the vanguard.
Ninety percent of the casualties caused by the wizards' counterattack came from these people.
Suze, Titan, Bansa and all the official priests in Fararu have accepted the inspiration of the gods. Among them, there are even seven or eight-year-old children singing the praises of the gods and wearing pure white handkerchiefs.
The soldiers with bloody faces wiped the blood from their swords - they were the choir members.
Because of their naturally superior perceptual abilities, they obtained formal permission at a young age, and a few have even become formal priests of the Black Iron level.
They had no idea what kind of cruel hell they were heading to, so with their parents' encouragement and worry, they set off with the army to crusade the heretics in the East.
However, in this inevitable war, there are some people who continue to launch desperate charges against the legions of the gods.
Even though their results were almost negligible, even though they couldn't even kill a single person after rushing into the formation, they still kept rushing out from the inside of the White Tower, trying to use their bodies to stop the attacking pace of the army.
Hold on even for a second.
Constantly resurrecting, constantly fighting, and constantly dying.
Maybe their sacrifices were not out of righteousness, nor were they completely righteous. Even at this time, most of them had not yet inserted themselves into this world. All motives were for themselves - but it is undeniable
What's more, it was precisely because of their efforts that the time for the armies of the gods to invade the innermost ring was delayed by thirty minutes.
Roland watched as the sky tilted, the earth cracked, and the world slid down one by one like plates on a tilted table, shattering into pieces in the abyss.
In the midst of complete destruction, no one discovered that the wizards who were supposed to be completely wiped out had a fish that slipped through the net.
The only wizard in the fifth tower disappeared silently into the siege of the gods at the moment before the Fists of Infinity smashed open the obsidian door in the inner ring.
It was these thirty minutes that created the miracle of the New White Tower.
The name of this group of people is players.
Roland saw such a young man with black hair among the crowd from high altitude.
He was wearing the unique black robe of the Knife Wizard and was pushed to the ground by the priests. His head was placed on the broken pieces of the building, exposing his fragile neck. The Templar Knight on the side raised the long sword in his hand high and gestured.
Want to kill.
But the young man didn't have the slightest fear of death.
The happy smile of completing the epic task appeared on his face, and the emotion of continuing the legacy of the White Tower with his own power turned into tears running down his face. He shouted "It's worth it" and then happily
Go to death.
In addition to him, many people gave up resistance at this moment, cheering and high-fiving each other, wiping the blood on each other's faces, laughing loudly at each other's mistakes and number of deaths, laughing until their voices became hoarse.
——Just like a hero.
Roland watched, watched, and suddenly burst into tears.
He stared closely at the black-haired young man whose body was separated but who had a smile on his face. His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't say anything.
Has there ever been a time when I loved this world so much...
Just like that, he stood in front of the rumbling wheel of history, opened his arms, spat out bloody spit, kept swearing, and then was crushed to death.
This made Roland feel like he was a fucking hero before.
"Do I...have such a heroic moment?"
Roland asked himself.
Before discovering the business opportunity of this game, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to it as a player.
It turns out that after leaving my sister, did I ever show such a happy smile?
"Ah...of course."
A pair of gentle hands stroked Roland's cheek, and slowly covered Roland's eyes from behind.
Suddenly, the whole world fell into darkness.
——Tick tock.
The sound of water rang in Roland's ears.
He opened his eyes again, only to find that the surroundings were unusually dim.
"You're awake."
Esther's voice came from in front of her.
"...Ah. I had a nice dream."
Roland responded casually and tried to sit up, but found that he was handcuffed to the ground.
Sitting on the ground, leaning on the huge and heavy wooden cross behind him, his hands were spread flat to both sides, bound by black iron chains on both sides of the cross. Roland's feet were also together, and his ankles were chained around one another.
The loop is wound tightly, and the other section of the chain is tied to a heavy square lead block.
"...What's going on?"
Chapter completed!