The pure white holy fire crackled with fine electric light, flashing fiercely in Kakarit's eyes.
Driven by the hurricane, his figure has already lifted off the ground. Two holy white light strips faintly appeared behind Kakarit, like tentacles and butterfly wings, in the violent pure white
Swinging wildly in the hurricane.
The surrounding white mist has been blown away. A tall figure wearing a tattered black robe stood silently in the mist.
Kakarit's eyes were completely focused on him. The sense of crisis that loomed over his back made Kakarit unconsciously excited.
There is no doubt that this person is the enemy.
From Kakarit's soul vision, we can even see the surging negative energy on his body. The source of those white mist is him.
Like a newly opened ice bank, white cold air slowly floated out from the hem of his black robe and hung thickly in the air.
"I saw the Savior coming from Mount Paran in a black robe."
Without hesitation, Kakarit poured his almost exhausted divine grace into the ritual again.
While maintaining the funeral chant, under Joseph's shocked and angry gaze, Kakarit sang a prayer that could be called transgressive——
"His glory covers the heavens, and his praise fills the earth."
"He stands and shakes sinners. The wicked prostrate themselves before him, and the guilty will die of fever."
Kakarit didn't have any distracting thoughts in his mind.
That's right - his feelings for Roland were never fear or respect. He once swore that he would worship Roland as a god.
Even if he was rejected by the Lord of Darkness because of this, it didn't matter - he could feel that the holiness in Roland was more than ten times greater than that of the Lord of Darkness.
Back then, Master Roland once said to Kakarit with absolute certainty: "You are not wrong."
Kakarit was taught this way by his parents from an early age:
Kakarit is just a tool——
Kakarit is just a weapon——
The function of the weapon itself is violence. No matter what the weapon is used for, there is nothing wrong with the weapon itself.
But it's different from before. The previous Kakarit didn't even have the perfect killing function. Useless tools are sins. But now Kakarit has found a reason to survive.
Lord Roland needs himself. Without him, Lord Roland will encounter a lot of troubles. Only he can solve these troubles. No one else can.
Unlike under the Knicks, under Roland, Kakarit quickly found the meaning of survival.
Kakarit's ideas have never changed since the beginning.
Kakarit only wanted to kill people for the sake of others. This was his only wish. He once thought that the Lord of Darkness's teachings of only collecting ill-gotten gains could help him realize his wishes in a reasonable way, but later he discovered that he
Stopped on the wrong side of the road.
Killing for money is just the behavior of killers, mercenaries and bandits. And under Nick's teachings, killing is not a necessary link. Presumably, plundering wealth is more important than killing itself.
This was simply humiliating to Kakarit.
His essence is [weapon]. Although the noble's luxurious sword may be much more expensive than the warrior's simple iron sword, as a weapon, Kakarit prefers to be the latter.
And Roland brought him hope.
What Roland represents is the ultimate death. Plague, earthquakes, floods, snowstorms, fires... all methods of death are under Roland's permission, not just killing people with daggers.
Kakarit certainly hopes that he can have more diverse abilities. After all, he is a [weapon] and not just a [sword] or something else. As long as he can take away the lives of others while being used by others, Kaka
Ritter will feel a strong sense of pleasure coming from the depths of his soul.
It is more powerful than any drug. It is the deepest instinct of every life, and any life with intelligence will never be able to resist it.
Staring condescendingly at the silent and motionless man in black robe, the holy fire in Kakarit's eyes was covered by a more fanatical and nihilistic light.
Weapons gradually pierced his skin.
There are knight spears, long swords, cleavers, armor-piercing awls, flails, axes, as well as sickles, scalpels, long needles, scissors, nails and long saws. The various weapons are densely packed with a tip vaguely exposed from his skin.
, from a distance, it looks like Kakarit has been pierced by countless swords, axes and axes.
Kakarit's prayers became more shrill and shrill.
"Obey him, for he has the power to forgive you and to deliver you from the sword and from the horns of the wild bull—"
As the prayer in praise of Roland ended, the ground suddenly began to tremble violently.
It was as if the surrounding earth had all come alive. The ground around the man in black robes collapsed in a targeted manner. After the ground trapped his fallen body, the ground restored its tight structure and closed up again.
Unfortunately, the body of the man in black robe seemed to be too hard, so much so that the ground even made a crunching sound like teeth.
Under Joseph's silent gaze, the last divine grace in Kakarit was transformed into the holy fire.
Then, the weapon that emerged from his body was wrapped with pure white holy fire, and hit the black-robed man who was stuck on the ground with the force of a comet. As the weapon wrapped with the holy fire fell, a violent explosion sounded, and the ground was shaken.
Trembling slightly.
The continuous explosion lasted for a full ten seconds. By the time Kakarit staggered to the ground, the man in black robes had already been blown to pieces, and the strong negative energy aura in the air began to gradually dissipate.
But at this moment, Kakarit showed a surprised look.
Because he noticed that under the tattered black robe, there was actually a metal doll shining with silver-white metal light!
...not a human being?
Kakarit raised his eyebrows slightly. He dragged his tired body forward and wanted to investigate the doll.
But he didn't notice that Joseph was behind him, staring at him closely with cold, snake-like eyes——
After about a few seconds, Joseph took a deep breath and slowly swallowed the killing intent that was stuck in his throat.
At the same time, the bloody battle in Fararu has become more intense.
The huge male lion with bat wings, snake scales and scorpion tail, the beautiful and charming brain-eating demon has joined the battle.
On the battlefield, sounds like chainsaws rubbing iron sheets appeared everywhere, making a sizzling sound.
Its upper half is a robot composed of a human skeleton, and the rest of its life is made up of metal fragments. The way it travels is not the rolling of wheels, but gliding like drifting.
The spiked part of the blade was inserted into the body of the mountain man and scraped on the ground, making a harsh sound and drawing large blood stains on the ground.
When these three arms appeared on the battlefield, the Templars' defense line had completely collapsed. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piotian.net