"Higgs has a snake in his eye! Please see me, please forgive me, please protect me."
Without hesitation, Jeffreya immediately shouted loudly, trying to interrupt the man's prayer.
Dim yellow dirty flames ignited in his eyes, shaking violently.
His eyeballs screamed, twitched, shrunk and twisted violently, turning into a thin light curtain like a door connecting somewhere. Several small snakes with pure white bodies and dim pupils like gems emerged from him.
Crawling out of his eyes, wetness crawled on his face, leaving scorched and twisted traces wherever he went.
In Jeffrilla's vision, the false world in front of her burned and rolled up like a burnt oil painting, revealing a deeper world.
This is a world without color and scenery. All soulless existences are reduced to nothingness. Only living beings will transform into various twisted monsters that directly point to the essence of their souls. They are painted into monsters of different colors according to the color of their souls.
That is the deepest desire in their souls, or it can be said that it is what they become after being polluted by dusk.
In Jeffrilla's vision, he had not changed at all.
This Twilight Man hatched out of "Jeffrey" after completely burning out his will has an appearance similar to that of a demon. His teeth turned into shark-like sharp teeth, and a handle stabbed out from the tip of his chin.
The sharp crystal thorns are like sharp edges formed from rugged rocks. The skin of his whole body has turned into a dark red color like lava, and there are dim yellow dagger-like spikes piercing out from almost all joints.
Crystal fragments of different sizes appeared irregularly on the skin.
His spine pierced the skin on his back, and the cone-shaped crystal stones gathered into tall columns, forcing him to hunched over. On his forehead, there were translucent crystal horns like inverted goat horns.
There were vague runes that flickered on and off.
At this time, Jeffreya looked like a moving killing machine, with deadly weapons everywhere on his body.
Opposite him, the man with beautiful long platinum hair has turned into a strange monster.
He had completely lost his human form. A snow-white giant wolf standing upright stood in his original place.
The wolf's body was extremely clean, without a trace of blood, but from the sharpness of his closed mouth, you could see the teeth that were dyed scarlet red.
His chest was cut open, but no blood leaked out. His chest was filled with countless heads, but not a single internal organ could be seen, except for a huge, dark wolf heart connected to the bottom of the head and pumping powerfully.
After the ceremony was fully unfolded and stabilized, behind Jeffreyla, eyeballs about the size of an adult gradually emerged.
That's Higgs' phantom
The moment Higgs emerged, even the earth knelt down to worship him. Surrounding Jeffrilla, thorn-like transparent crystal thorns pierced out from the ground, paying tribute to the shadow behind Jeffrilla.
At that moment, the air was filled with an unspeakable aura of madness, and black and sticky malice visible to the naked eye was flowing in the air. It was as if the sharp thorns of the crystal nest had stabbed something to death. The ends of those crystal thorns were used as
In the center, a layer of black oil gradually leached out from the ground, exuding the fishy smell of blood.
Just as Higgs silently stared at Jeffrilla, the space centered on Jeffrilla became violently skewed. The laws of space were changed, the air turned into the earth, and the earth oozed black blood. It was enough to instantly
The huge pressure that crushed mortals slowly spread around him, centered on him.
"Ha! Wolf-Hearted One!"
Jeffreyla opened her mouth, her eyes full of madness and frenzy: "I know you, Kaer Mora! Kaer Mora the Wolf-Hearted! Kaer Mora the Rebel! Well done! Well done!
I will peel off your skin and bones and offer them to the earth."
But Kelmorra ignored Jeffrilla's provocation.
It's not so much that he didn't take it to heart, it's more that he didn't realize what the other person said.
In the middle of the prayer, Kyle Morra no longer continued to preside over the ceremony, but turned into a part, a part, and a sacred symbol called "Priest" in the ceremony.
What he had to do was to pray to Roland wholeheartedly and sing the prayer dedicated to Roland repeatedly.
At this time, he is just a priest. Not a sword, nor a shield, nor a preacher, but a more pure concept called "Ritual Master".
A greater will rushed into Kaer Mora's consciousness from top to bottom, using Kaer Mora as the mouthpiece of the Holy One to speak:
"Before him the plague spread, and at his feet the fever broke out."
“He stands and causes the earth to tremble, the everlasting mountains to break in pieces, the everlasting mountains to collapse; His works are as of old.”
"When the day of disaster came, I heard him shouting to me, and my body trembled, my lips trembled, and my bones rotted away. I trembled where I stood, and shouted Your Majesty's holy name three times devoutly!"
As Kaer Morra's prayers became louder and louder, the silver holy fire in his eyes began to burn more fiercely. The silver-gray holy light on his body was replaced by some kind of purer pure silver holy light that did not belong to him, and it quickly filled the air.
It filled his soul and immediately overflowed.
Under his feet, the overflowing holy light flowed and spontaneously surrounded Kyle Morra and Gaharad.
Higgs' malice surged over at this moment, but those dark, indescribable things could not get past the flowing holy light on the ground. No matter how they surged and struck, they seemed to hit an invisible wall.
Just like that, I can't make any progress.
Although the radiance of the Holy One is thin, it is enough to cut off the pollution of dusk.
At this time, Kelmorra's prayer has come to an end:
"Because this world will eventually collapse, but Saint Laurent will last forever!"
With Kaer Mora's shouts, the miracle that changed the world came.
The next moment, something yellowish like sand gathered behind Kelmorra, roaring to form an illusory human shape several meters high.
The somewhat abstract figure looked a bit like an ascetic with his mouth sewn shut. His hands were tied to his chest with ropes in a praying posture, and his long sand-like hair danced wildly around, as if invisible.
The hurricane blows.
And after it appeared, the invisible hurricane really appeared.
Kaer Morra and Gaharad did not feel even a hint of breeze, but Jeffreyla was almost blown off the ground. The crystal thorns around him broke one after another, and cracks appeared on the crystal thorns on his body. The ground was almost lifted up, and the crystal thorns on his body were also cracked.
The crystal nest buried in the ground was directly pulled out.
At this time, Jeffreira fell into complete confusion and could not muster the spirit of resistance for a while.
But in fact, he was not confused by this supreme power.
Because Jeffreira clearly saw that the huge rag doll-like figure that appeared behind Roland and brought an end to the gods with sacred thunder did not appear alienated at all in his field of vision. Still.
It was the huge cleric stuffed doll that looked like a dim yellow piece sewn from rags.
This is simply impossible.
Jeffrey La is very special. Only those who have turned into dusk will not have the silhouette of dusk, just like Jeffrey himself.
In other words, Roland has been contaminated by Dusk?
