“Blessed are those who are caught in the fire! Blessed are the prophets who are burned at the stake by foolish men!”
"For the Master will preserve you as gold in the fire—"
Roland held the scepter high, and the silvery white light in his eyes had a hint of extremely cold deep blue.
As two frost fires that looked like flying snowflakes ignited in Roland's eyes, thin traces of frost appeared on Roland's body.
In a world of complete silence, Roland looked directly at the Great Flame Demon, the Lord of Demons who was once known as the Father of the Sun, with no fear in his eyes.
Like a mirror neatly cut in half, a strange fault appeared in the space behind Roland, and the reflected scene was divided into two parts.
At the tip of the scepter held high by Roland, inside the crystal cross flowing with dazzling mercury, there was a silver-white stream of light flowing quietly.
Behind Roland, the dusk-colored sandstorm gathered, and the shadow of the blind prayer appeared behind Roland. It was about the same size as Roland's unscientifically large shadow - rather, the shadow behind Roland happened to be the blind man.
The shadow of the prayer.
And beside the blind prayer, the purest and most holy light flashed.
It was the light that knocked the gods from the sky.
It was the twilight of the gods—
As if he felt uneasy, or realized that this was his real enemy, the fiery gaze focused on Roland by the Fire Demon Nokgar slowly moved up to the huge phantom behind him.
After seeing the Balrog, the blind prayer took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The old bandage covering his eyes untied itself and slowly fell down.
On his old, nearly decayed cheeks, and in the deeply sunken hollow eye sockets, two dim yellow holy fires gradually ignited. His hands sewn on his chest with threads tugged hard, and the threads were instantly torn, and the water flowed.
The hands covered with faint yellow blood broke away, slowly dripping with faint yellow blood.
He blindfolded his eyes, escaped from reality, prayed to the dusk for the sacrament that he could never get in his life, and indulged in his own fantasy. But if someone completely angered him, "Orlando" might not take the initiative to wake up from the fantasy of eternal happiness.
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If a fanatic believer who implements the doctrine in the flesh really goes crazy, it will be far more terrifying than a real madman.
Because their will is always clear, they are not aware that they are going crazy.
As Roland's left arm slowly melted into mercury, the left arm of the blind prayer, which was dripping with blood, simultaneously turned into extremely condensed shadow flames, condensing into an abstract beast, leaping and expanding.
It was a giant wolf with a thousand heads, a tangled python, a crow without a head, and a lamb without four legs.
"Be afraid!"
What sounded simultaneously with Roland's prayer was an old, dry and low-pitched admonishment, like an hallucination or a whistling warning: "I am the enemy of dusk——"
The next moment, the entire sky darkened for a moment.
It wasn't because Roland launched an attack, nor was it because Orlando took away the light source. It was because Balrog launched an attack.
One of the red lines behind him drew out without warning, and the shadow of Orlando's left arm condensed into a barrier before Roland could react, blocking the blow with difficulty.
After a few seconds, the scorching air waves that were enough to dry out the earth slowly rolled through the air. When they entered the underworld next to Roland, they were blocked and turned into scorching white steam.
The attack was like lightning, and it was completed before Roland could react. It was much faster than in the game.
The next moment, several red lines gathered together and turned into a blazing slash towards Roland!
Roland's eyes only dimmed slightly, and then a spiderweb-like dark red line gradually opened in his field of vision. Orlando's shadow-like left arm was already covered with red cracks.
Although it looks like there is only one blow, it is actually a continuous blast of scorching fire at an extremely high speed. Each thread has the heat of the sun and the vitality of the Passion Tree. It only takes a few threads to bind it.
If you make one such attack together, you will be cut into pieces.
Then an even hotter wave of air roared and pushed over.
It was not only an indescribable intensity of scorching heat. If a hurricane could roll up on the ground and blow away the house, the air wave alone would push Roland back three or four meters, and the black ice on the ground would crack open.
A whole gully of three to four meters in length was formed, which was then filled with golden magma.
But Roland was not afraid at all. He just handed over all defenses to Orlando, and he concentrated on praying for magic, pouring all his attention and divine grace into it.
"I once saw my mentor build an icehouse, a snow room, and a hail bin."
"The water there is as hard as stone, and at dusk it freezes into ice."
Roland's prayer did not stop, nor was it amplified like the wall of Orm in the main plane. If it were not for the excessive silence in the underworld, Roland would not even be able to hear his own voice.
While the frost-covered prayers were slowly flowing in the air, a quiet cold wind howled by around them.
The icy tide roared in, driving the heat away from the land.
The ground that was constantly being assimilated into lava at the feet of the Balrog Nokgar began to be affected in turn, and the lava condensed into black ice again. At the other end without the Balrog, the black ice had begun to extend all the way, preparing to cover the entire
The abyss freezes into ice.
At this moment, Roland's frost-covered prayer finally finished: "She rains snow like wool day after day, and sprinkles frost like ashes - her coldness comes from death, how can anyone with flesh and blood resist it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the void froze.
The underworld under his feet suddenly expanded, swallowing up the abyss just now and continuing to expand.
The situation is already obvious. When Roland used Frost-Covered Prayer, he was only about Bronze level.
At that time, he could summon terrible frost storms, summoning ice spikes, frost blades and cold winds that could blow out the storm from the frost-covered hell. So, what would happen if Roland used the frost-covered prayer now?
What's going on?
There is only one answer——
If it was "like a frost-covered hell descending here" before, then now the real frost-covered hell has arrived!
The huge crack that spread behind Roland was like a short, wide, transparent and colorless portal. Even though black ice stretched under Roland's feet, the ice storm was actually white.
It was a concentrated extreme cold that was enough to freeze rocks into pieces. It was a cold current that was enough to smash mountain cliffs into pieces.
It was like filling a building with water and then blasting open the door from the bottom. The cold current pouring out from the frost-covered hell can only be described with the verb "boom". Two ice storms about a hundred meters wide came from
Roland whizzed past on both sides, and if two cannonballs hit the Balrog, one on the left and one on the right.
The turbulent cold current instantly raised a large amount of fog, but this seemed to have no effect on the Balrog.
Because what is really effective is not these cold currents, but the people who emerge from the cold current - or are ejected.
Outside of the very beginning, there was a constant flow of thousands of people per second, as if something terrible was sucking in the people on the other side and then launching them out.
Although the description seems a bit ridiculous, if you see their appearance clearly, the only thing left in your heart is a terrible coldness.
That's the devil -
Not an adjective, but a real devil!
——The terrifying legions of tens of millions of eternally silent sleeping mentors!