As the slowly falling Hades gradually approached this world, the air and the earth exploded one after another.
Thin black frost began to condense on the rapidly expanding carpet of flesh and blood. With Roland as the center, large areas of the nearby ground cracked, and the black ice layers slowly collapsed in circles, destroying the foundation made of flesh and blood.
The plate squeezed out dirty, sticky pus.
At the same time, with a crisp sound, black crystal-clear bundles of fiber tubes emerged in the air. They were particularly conspicuous against the dazzling holy light flashing on Roland's body. At first glance,
The entire space is filled with dense black spider web-like cracks.
The demons' movements are thus hindered, and those seemingly thin and fragile black cracks are like solid display cabinets that tightly restrict their movements.
As the underworld gradually fell, the speed of the appearance of black cracks in the air increased significantly. It was as if the space had been crushed, and it was like being in a closed space full of broken mirrors.
Taking advantage of the obstruction from the black ice, the scarlet knights ignored the changes in the space and came and went freely. They charged repeatedly with mobility far superior to that of the demons. They wielded their swords and spears and swirled around, constantly causing waves of blood.
Their sword blades burned with crimson flames as scarlet as blood, shattering the demons' carapace and armor, cutting off their fascia and muscles, drying up their blood and burning them up.
It is true that only dusk can touch dusk, and only dusk can defeat dusk.
It is the underground species like Elukado whose blood flows through the dusk, and it is the human beings who have filthy blood and are ordinary and short-lived. Only they can save the world.
The purer the bloodline, the more powerless it will be in the face of dusk, and the purer the person, the greater the power released after being polluted. This world has been destroyed long ago, and if you don’t let go of the glory of the past, what will eventually happen will be
destroy.
The saints do not recognize the black iron species ruling the world, and do not regard the underground species as their own people. Eluka has been fighting for Roman for decades and has believed in her mentor for thousands of years. In the end, her mentor did not transform her into a deathcrow, nor did she.
She was not given any real magic.
After all, the underground species are a mixed-race Twilight Familia. Even though the thinking circuits of the Saints understand that Elucardo is an alien, their behavioral constraints also limit their attitudes.
But in fact, at least when facing the invasion of the people of dusk, these "lower people" who also possess the blood of dusk can do better.
The scarlet blood that burned like fire and danced like silk was none other than Elucardo himself.
Under Roland's protection, Elukado once again became a walking natural disaster.
But unlike Elucard a thousand years ago, Elucard is no longer alone this time.
As Roland said, they now number in the tens of millions.
All of them are Elucard, each of them is Elucard, and the sum of them is also Elucard.
She is one and she is also millions.
While her body and strength were equally divided, her name of natural disaster was also distributed to the entire knight order. The one who was called the natural disaster was still Elucard, but she was no longer a lonely monster.
Elucard has now become Roland's knight.
They fight for God.
They are manifestations of divine power, indescribable terrors.
Roland looked at the knights whizzing away, the silver-white flames in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the crystal-colored crown on his head gradually shone with dazzling light.
Gaharad and the others on the side were already shocked by the magnificent scenery in front of them.
Countless knights in scarlet armor walked through the dark sky covered with cracks. Behind them, the Pope in white robes and holding a scepter prayed for them. Huge celestial bodies fell from the sky, and in front of them, the number continued to increase.
grotesque monsters, and a deformed and twisted land that breeds monsters.
It was an epic scene.
It was an epic scene that could be painted, composed and sung.
Everything is just like the golden age thousands of years ago.
Knights opened up territories in polluted areas, kings were wise and pious, gods loved the world, and people respected their inner morality and the supreme law.