More than a dozen crystal thorns penetrated Angus's entire body from head to toe, but surprisingly he could not feel any pain, but could only feel unbearable numbness and coldness.
Angus could only watch helplessly as his blood was being drawn out. The dark red viscous liquid slowly seeped underground along the crystal thorns that were dyed dark red. If his right arm had not been damaged by those before,
The violent crystal thorns shattered it, and his death had already arrived.
To be fair, the speed of blood extraction is not very fast, but if multiplied by a base number of more than ten times, the concept will immediately change. Angus already felt that his death was approaching, and the remaining time could only be measured in seconds.
count.
The unbearable cold and the emptiness caused by the massive blood loss made him shiver uncontrollably. However, the nausea that was ten times stronger than blood loss in the normal sense prevented him from simply fainting and could only remain in pain.
It was hard to wake up and listen to Jeffrey's crazy thoughts.
"Twilight! You can't understand what a great existence it is! It is the silhouette of the Supreme Being, a collection of rulers of thousands of universes. Just looking directly at that endless light is enough to make people lose their minds and even go crazy.
"
"It's true...I think you've gone crazy."
Angus trembled and mocked in a weak tone.
But Jefferella showed a weird and stiff smile: "Maybe I am crazy... but how can you be sure that what I see at this moment is not the reality of the world? Maybe you are the crazy ones, and I am the one who is crazy."
It’s the sober one!”
"Whatever you say, monster"
The pale Angus smiled ferociously, dismissing Jeffrella's crazy words: "At least the people on my side are smiling! You poor thing!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his face turned pale suddenly, and his face twitched violently as he endured pain.
Those crystal thorns had pierced into his bones, slowly sucking out his marrow with a vengeance.
It was like moaning or roaring. In order to prevent himself from wailing, Angus stared at scarlet eyes and yelled at Jeffrey with a hoarse throat, with a twisted and happy smile on his face: "You can't change
Me! You can’t change me!”
At this moment, Vega, who had been silent for a long time next to him, stretched out his trembling hand to pick up the cross that Angus had dropped on the ground, pointed it at Jeffreyla little by little with its sharp handle, paused, and then
Aimed it at Angus.
The old man's eyes were full of melancholy and despair.
As if he felt something, Angus's shouts gradually subsided.
He turned his head little by little, nodded with a pale face that didn't look like a living person, and gave Vega an ugly smile.
"Old friend, kill me! Let this monster..."
Angus only spoke half of what he said, and his pupils immediately shrank to the limit!
I saw densely packed crystal thorns protruding from Weijia's feet. The terrifying number was many times more than the number of crystal thorns on his body, enough to kill the old and fragile Weijia instantly.
Vega is different from Angus. He does not have any profession. All he possesses is wisdom and knowledge. Apart from that, he is no different from ordinary people.
However, Vega didn't notice anything strange at his feet. There was a white frosty air in his mouth and nose, and he stared at Angus absently. He held the cross harder and harder, even cutting his fingers to bleed.
Don't even know.
Angus wanted to speak to remind Vega, but nothing came out. He opened his mouth wide, but he only felt increasingly dizzy.
"Just pray!"
But at this moment, along with Qingyue's chant, a dazzling silver light lit up from the door and passed close to the ground, instantly cutting off the crystal thorn that had just appeared under Vega's feet and that had penetrated Angus.
But it didn't hurt them at all.
Then, the light rolled up like a living thing, carrying Vega and Angus away, and rolled them out.
"...Roland?!"
Jeffreira paid no attention to these two people. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the door as if he had seen a ghost. After a long time, he seemed to confirm something and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
In the scorching sun at noon, he saw the outline of two shadows, one large and one small, appearing in his eyes.
Before they could see their faces clearly, the sound of heavy metal collisions came rhythmically. It was the sound made when metal boots collided with the floor.
Qingyue's prayer came from the door: "You should kneel down and worship! You should sing his holy name!"
"You will worship Saint Laurent your Lord three times, and you will bow to Him three times with your life, will and soul because He is the Lord of the earth, the righteousness and the truth!"
As the two got closer, their faces were finally revealed.
A man was wearing heavy ancient Bansa armor, and the silver armor shone brightly. His face was covered by a fully enclosed helmet, and two groups of silver-gray light were faintly revealed from the T-shaped gaps leaking from his eyes.
He held a simple long sword in his right hand. The sword was not very thick, but was almost as tall as him. There was a curved transparent shield on his left arm armor with a silver-gray cross engraved on it.
The other man was wearing a red bishop's robe and holding a silver scepter. He had a handsome face and long white-blond hair that reached his shoulders, reflecting dazzling light.
He is praying at this time
This man shouted: "If you believe in the dusk, you will be in great trouble! This world cannot tolerate you, and Saint Laurent will be furious."
"Your sin is the greatest in heaven and on earth! Even if you sacrifice your youngest son, kill tens of millions of innocent people, and perform a great blasphemy, this sin will not be greater!"
At first, Jeffrilla just looked on with a sneer, but he soon felt something was wrong.
As the man prayed, something vibrated in the air, and a greater will ripped through the air and began to descend.
"Because he is the king of the earth! The highest monarch on earth, the commander of thousands of legions, the only immortal person, he is the three times great Saint Laurent! From now on, all the glory on this earth should belong to him, forever and ever."
△≧miào△≧△≧gé△≧
Along with the man's prayer, holy light gradually emerged on the ground, and then penetrated downwards, and the cold breath in the air gradually dissipated.
Jefferella looked at all this in disbelief.
"This is...a prayer dedicated to Roland?"
How is that possible?!
Isn't he a mortal? Why can prayers dedicated to him have the power to change the world?
As if he heard Jeffrela's thoughts, the man laughed loudly: "Because he is the incarnation of the mentor, and the human covenant makes him the son of Aum!"
The man opened his arms and cheered loudly, his voice rumbling like thunder: "Because he is the representative of the saint! Three times the great Saint Laurent!"