The dark, airtight basement was filled with the smell of decay.
The yeasty smell of damp, rotting wood, along with the smell of mold and dust, mixed in the stale air.
Roland was half leaning on the cross behind him, his arms tied to it relaxed slightly, and he slightly adjusted his sitting posture.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved in pleasure. His head rested on the cross behind him, looking down at the air in front of him.
As if he was not a prisoner, but a warden holding a steel whip - Roland looked at the darkness in front of him with a condescending attitude.
When Esther left before, the strange black shadow that appeared on the wall was not ignored by Roland.
"……Oh."
Suddenly, Roland opened his mouth and chuckled.
The darkness around him was squirming, and a fishy smell came from the wind.
Roland didn't panic at all, but took a deep breath.
——It was the fishy smell of dead fish, mixed with a hint of the stench of rotting meat.
"I found you..."
As if he was sentenced to death, Roland read softly.
In an instant, silver-white flames emerged from Roland's forehead, burning something on Roland's skin like a carving knife. Mercury-like runes appeared on his forehead, intertwined to form a thorn-like pattern.
Texture.
Suddenly, the surrounding black mist seemed to be angered by Roland. The thick black liquid condensed into whips and sharp blades, stabbing Roland from all directions!
"--roll!"
Roland shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder.
When the black mud approached Roland to the limit, Roland's body suddenly flashed with a fuzzy silver halo like an illusion.
The silver halo was like a physical barrier. The black mud suddenly stagnated in the air for an instant.
Then, in the crackling silver lightning, the black mud suspended in the air was suddenly ejected back.
When the black mud was ejected away from Roland, the light on Roland's body weakened.
The black mud lost its activity the moment it was hit by the electric light. It fell to the ground like a real ball of mud and exploded in a circle on the ground in a direction away from Roland.
That's not some magic. It's the protection of the mentor's power.
After Roland arrived at the Silver Stage, his soul was undergoing changes.
For ordinary priests, this will be the first time they can communicate with gods.
It is conceivable how close Roland is to his eternal mentor.
Now, no matter who tries to attack Roland, they will be counterattacked by the surging divine power wrapped around Roland.
And just Roland's passive counterattack knocked the opponent unconscious - there is only one possibility, that is, Roland's power just restrained this invisible and massless black mud aggregate.
In other words, the opponent is either an undead, a dead person, or a dusk species.
Considering that he was in the White Tower at this moment. Taking into account the thick malice of the other party and the hatred that gradually began to boil in Roland's heart, the correct answer was already obvious.
It is a dusk species.
To be precise, it is Edward, the Dusk Favorite and the enemy of Kabbalah.
"What kind of courage makes you approach a mourner? Do you think I am still the trainee mourner?"
Roland sneered, and a cold atmosphere gradually rose around him.
From the point where Roland touched the ground, the ground gradually froze into ice while making a gurgling sound.
A cold, murderous smile appeared on Roland's face.
The urge to kill the opponent no matter what happened gradually arose in Roland's heart.
"Want to kill me? Want to kill me before I become the Death Crow?"
Roland's voice seemed to come from hell, carrying the frost-white cold wind that suddenly rolled up, whistling away in all directions.
In just a moment, the black mud was covered with frost-white traces of frost. But nothing happened, as if what was frozen by Roland at this moment was just real mud.
Just like the priests of Tyre will be inexplicably furious when they see injustice. Unlike the Templars, the gods will not only accept priests of a certain camp. No matter how great the gods are, they will attack them.
The banner is used to deceive the pastor who does all kinds of evil.
However, as the priest's divine power becomes purer, his soul essence will become closer and closer to the god. And the divine grace flowing in the blood will also bring the god's preferences to the priest.
At this moment, when Roland faced the Twilight Species, the disgust from his own experience, the disgust from his soul that had begun to mutate, and the disgust from the silver-gray divine grace flowing through his body were now integrated into one.
Just like before at the Tomb of Thousand Heads, the silver-grey light in Roland's eyes gradually shone.
His tone suddenly increased: "Aren't you going to reply? Are you pretending to be dead? Do you want to make a sneak attack?"
"——Want to die and see it again? Edward!"
Before he finished speaking, the cold wind around Roland began to blow more and more bitingly.
The temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees and the black mud cracked in an instant. At this moment, the frost-white wind that truly came from hell emerged around Roland.
Just as Roland said before, the black mud suddenly jumped up the moment before being hit by the frost-white wind, forming a human shape in the air and retreating continuously.
Roland did not give up the attack.
Ice picks more than half a meter high and as thin as a baby's little finger were stabbing out from the ground. The man who had just emerged from the black mud was dodging with great difficulty in the small space.
But Roland was extremely relaxed at the moment.
He squinted his eyes slightly and leaned motionless on the cross behind him, putting all his weight on it with a relaxed expression. If it weren't for the murderous intent that was condensed and flowing like mercury from his slightly squinted eyes,
Some people may think that Roland has fallen asleep.
On the other side, Edward's dodge became increasingly difficult.
This basement is only ten square meters in size. Even if Edward can fly, ice thorns will continue to grow on the ice thorns. And Edward does not dare to approach Roland, who is undergoing a soul change. It is only a matter of time before he loses.
Twice before, he wanted to test the counterattack range and power of the divine power around Roland, but he was accidentally struck twice by the silver lightning on Roland's body.
The result was a small silver spiderweb-like fragmentation mark left on his left leg and shoulder.
Not only was it impossible to exert force, it was also impossible to break away from the human form and return to black mud.
Finally, because of the silver fragments on his left leg, his dodge was suddenly blocked. All of a sudden, his right foot was pierced by three ice spikes at the same time.
The next moment, he was dragged to the ground in embarrassment. The crook of his right leg, the instep of his right foot, the knee of his left leg, his kidneys, and his liver were all penetrated by large ice picks at the same time.
His entire lower body was nailed to the ground by ice spikes.
"...Ah, Mr. Roland, this is our first time meeting you. It seems I was reckless in coming here. I didn't expect you to grow up so fast."
As if he felt no pain or harm, Edward turned around with a smile and greeted Roland warmly as if he were a friend he hadn't seen for many years: "I remember it was only half a month ago. Are you here in Qian?"
When I was first tomb, I was obviously just a trainee."
That was when he really turned around. He twisted his neck more than 180 degrees and turned from the side farther away from Roland.
——A creepy smile.
"Are you here to kill me?"
"That's right. If I don't kill you early, it will be bad if you let it grow."
Edward smiled bitterly and replied: "But now it seems that it is a bit late?"
"Ha... do you think I will believe it? Such a stupid reason."
But Roland laughed softly, as if he was a child who saw a clown performing. His low voice, originally full of murderous intent, gradually became clearer.
The killing intent in his eyes gradually disappeared. The clean air that had been boiling around him gradually calmed down, completely purifying the dusty ground around Roland.
"First meeting, Edward Crowley."
Roland did not open his eyes, but simply closed them and leaned on the cross behind him with his face raised.
His speaking speed became slower and slower, and became clearer and clearer, as if time was frozen as well: "No, the enemy of Kabbalah——"
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Plot branch——
a) "——RIP."
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