Marco roared and hissed like a demon.
The skin on his body split open, exposing the hot lava inside.
Along with Marco's heavy breathing sound like a bellows, a suffocating hot breath poured out from Marco's body.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly boiled, melting into a bright and viscous liquid like golden iron juice, and spreading continuously in all directions.
It was a scorch that roared like a furnace, an impactful and destructive force that was enough to tear flesh and blood into pieces and burn them to death. As long as you were in it, even just breathing would make your internal organs suffocated. Just opening your eyes would make your internal organs suffocate.
It will burn your eyeballs into coke.
As Mark said, it was a fire powerful enough to cleanse the world.
That is the sacred flame that can burn away all the impure things in the world——
The surrounding Embers who turned into monsters were wailing miserably and kept retreating, trying to stay away from Marco.
Green smoke came out of their bodies, their skin quickly became dry, and circles of burn marks appeared on the edges of the crystals.
As if being pressed down on their bodies by invisible irons, large runes composed of burnt black flesh appeared in large areas on their bodies.
That was the oath they swore when they joined the Embers.
That was Marco's punishment as a "lord" to his "disciples".
He glanced over his companions who had become unrecognizable one by one with a gaze full of nostalgia, his expression extremely serious.
He wanted to remember what each of these people looked like.
He compared each person's appearance with those in his memory, and put familiar names on each of the strange monsters.
-Then, kill them.
Suddenly, Mark Lao burst into tears, and his tears were immediately vaporized as soon as they came out.
"Damn it ahhhhhhh!"
He roared and shouted.
As if a switch had been pressed, all of Marco's clothes were torn apart by the violently expanding scorching breath. His skin fell off and melted in the same instant, and his whole body turned into a blazing light.
"Listen, Windspeaker, listen -"
As he roared, the runes branded on the bodies of the other Embers suddenly turned from pitch black to burnt red, and golden flames suddenly surged out from them, wrapping their bodies and burning them to ashes.
It was as if an invisible halo passed by Marco, and all the Embers it touched burned without warning and were reduced to ashes in the golden flames.
He roared: "——You pissed me off! You pissed me off completely!"
Accompanied by a dragon-like roar that made the earth tremble, an increasingly intense golden light emitted from Marco's body, causing the earth and ceiling to crack, and was burned to ashes in the sudden rise of golden flames.
Then, the sky, the earth and the corpses of the Embers poured in towards Marco like a river flowing into the sea. Marco's actinic body grew several times in size within a few breaths, and the golden lava humanoid figure tens of meters high slowly slowly
Stand up and completely engulf the entire building.
The terrible pressure spread with Marco as the center. The house and the ground were crushed, making a loud scream. Lava rushed out from Marco's feet and spread along the spider web-shaped ground to cover thousands of meters of ground.
Crushed by the huge pressure, the flowing lava easily burned the flesh and blood of the city's residents to ashes.
That is the Molten Sage, the legal controller of the fire elemental plane, the most upright elemental life in the entire Farnes. Each Molten Sage has the combat power of the highest spire level, and the molten halo on their bodies alone is enough.
Clear out countless miscellaneous troops.
As Marco overflowed with more and more terrible pressure, his size was still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his line of sight was also getting higher as a result.
In just a few breaths, Marco's figure grew three times.
And his voice became hoarse and weird, and his spirit became obviously unstable.
But the Wind Whisperer didn't panic at all.
He stood quietly on the slowly flowing lava, as if he was just a phantom.
"So, Marco..."
His words were full of sarcasm: "Are you what you call a human being like this?"
"——Exactly so!"
However, Marco did not hesitate and responded loudly: "I am human! I am more human than anyone else!"
"No, you are a monster!"
The Wind Whisperer accused without hesitation: "Human beings will never have a body as huge as yours, and they will not turn living beings into charcoal with just breathing, and they will not turn this fertile land into scorched earth - you are the world's
Destroyer, not guardian!"
"I am only the destroyer of sinners! I am the purifier of the world!"
Marco's voice was like thunder, roaring loudly: "I will burn you to ashes, I am the fire that purifies the world -"
Marco's eyes were filled with rage.
It was a primal rage that was beyond human control, a fury that was enough to destroy everything in the world.
That is the Molten Sage's desire to purify the filthy world.
Like all fire element lords, as Marco became more and more angry, his size also increased. Now his height has exceeded 100 meters, and this man made of golden lava can be seen anywhere in the city.
composed of scary monsters.
"You're crazy, Marco."
But the Windtalker looked at him, his tone full of pity: "Your life is over."
"——Then let him end it!!"
Marco roared furiously, and his voice was enveloped in scorching light, turning into a wave that spread out and engulfed the entire city in an instant.
He had already gone crazy when he personally killed all the Ashes who followed him and destroyed all the achievements of his thoughts in his life.
The gods have been killed and people are free.
In other words - Marco's ambition that took him a lifetime to prepare and hundreds of years to manage was fulfilled overnight by Roland.
From that moment on, Marco no longer had any reason to live.
He has no parents, no lover, and no children. His followers have been turned into monsters, and the greatest human being in the world is his enemy, and two-thirds of the world is thinking about how to destroy him.
He was already alone.
No one in this world is lonelier than Marco.
Everyone who believed in him is dead, and the only person who understands him is his enemy.
As the Wind Whisperer said, what is roaring here right now is just a monster from purgatory.
His last wish now is to crush the Wind Whisperer and his followers here and destroy everything about the Wind Whisperer.
As he roared, his right fist, burning like a falling sun, struck straight at the Wind Whisperer.
But the wind whisperer never hides or gives way.
He just prayed loudly: "May Higgs protect me before the sword and under the horns of the buffalo——"
The next moment, Higgs's slender eyeballs, which were as solid as a substance, appeared in front of the Windtalker.
The phantom was completely different from those summoned by other dusk contactors. If it were not many times smaller than the Higgs body, even Roland would have thought it was the arrival of Higgs.
At the same time that the transparent eyeball filled with white snakes emerged from the void, an unspeakable dark fear spread out.
Marco's right hand, as hot as the falling sun, stopped in mid-air without any warning. His whole body suddenly froze.
Marco watched helplessly as the fire on his body gradually extinguished, and the burning dark red flames pierced out of him one by one like sharp cones. Beside him, the golden lava pool also became dim, and the dark red spears
Slowly stab it out from the inside.
That was the fallen form of the Molten Sage - the terrifying monster known as the Impaler.
A spear will grow from every corpse he burns to ashes, and each spear can turn into a pyroxene fire thrower. The lowest level pyroxene fire thrower can also compete with the gold-level pyroxene fire thrower.
The strong compete with each other.
It only takes one person to cause a natural disaster that will destroy the world.
"I told you, Marco...I reminded you."
The Wind Talker shook his head with pity: "Everything you have done is meaningless. You have accomplished nothing in this life."
"Maybe so. It seems that I haven't accomplished anything since I was born..."
Marco, whose pupils quickly turned dim, seemed to have calmed down, and he said calmly.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and smiled at Windtalker and Higgs in front of him.
The Wind Whisperer was stunned, and a strong sense of crisis emerged from his heart.
Marco whispered softly, but his voice was as loud as thunder: "But I can make my death meaningful——"
Chapter completed!