When Roland witnessed the so-called gray-white storm with his own eyes, he finally understood what the undead meant by "being unable to cross over".
It was a storm that was not enough to describe it as overwhelming. There is nothing wrong with calling it a catastrophe.
It was a scale that could only be described as a natural disaster. The intensity of the storm would even make people wonder whether this place is still on earth.
The sharp whistling sound was like thousands of ghosts marching out to war, and even the people around him couldn't hear what they were saying.
Roland and Chris were still hundreds of meters away when they felt their bodies being pulled violently.
Even if Roland's strength attribute is not strong, he has already surpassed the mortal level when he is close to the highest spire level. But even like this, he was still shaken when facing the terrible hurricane.
It is very difficult to move forward.
Not only Roland himself, but also the transparent barrier under his feet was shaking violently.
That's right, the crystal wall, which was sublimated from ancient crystal coffin manufacturing techniques and could withstand an attack from the Lord of the Sword Seat, was shaking violently under the storm, making a terrifying buzzing sound, as if it might break at any time.
Only now did Roland finally understand that it was not just their excuse that the undead couldn't get over, but they really couldn't get over either.
That buzzing and roaring hurricane, not to mention the fragile body of the undead, probably even a pure-blooded dragon would not be able to pass through intact.
If this is regarded as a trap or some kind of obstacle, then it is not an exaggeration to say that it is targeting the golden species.
No, the key question is...
"How did such a strong hurricane appear inside the barrier?"
Roland frowned and loudly asked Chris next to him despite the strong wind: "Is there something in here?"
Chrissy on the side also looked confused.
Let alone Roland, even she doesn't understand the principle of this.
Even if there are indeed several goblin research institutes inside, destructive weapons of this level are definitely not something that goblins will research. Even if they are really researched, they will undoubtedly be destroyed.
But Roland on the side was truly at a loss.
He remembered very clearly that when the original Elucard came to Elcat, there was absolutely no gray-white storm.
Once a storm of this level occurs, the entire Elkart cannot hide. Players who chose the plot line of Seal of Blue Silver at that time will definitely go crazy on the forum.
In other words, this is a change caused by Roland. After the demon was wiped out by Roland alone...or in other words, even earlier, the future of the world has already flown to an unpredictable place.
This is better.
Roland looked at the storm and swallowed the words he just spoke.
From his point of view, he is happy to see the emergence of such new things. Because it means that he has really changed the world, rather than just ending future disasters in advance.
Although this will undoubtedly make Roland lose his ability to control the future... but so what?
No matter what changes occur, the future cannot get worse. The worst result is to return to the established path of destruction... But that is the same as the result of any failure of Roland's choice.
Same.
Roland had already prepared for the level of consciousness of either victory or death.
Even now that Roland has lost the protection and blessing of the Sleeping Mentor and the Eye of Orm, he can only rely on his own strength.
Moreover, he is not alone.
"Chris, let's go back first."
Roland took one last deep look at the gray-white storm and engraved its appearance in his mind.
Then he said: "Let's go back first."
"Go to Auletta. I have something to ask him."
"Oleta, what are you doing?"
The petite green-haired girl looked at the lich in confusion: "Why do you need to pack things suddenly?"
"No, I'm actually looking for something."
The skeleton wrapped in a loose black robe said indifferently: "Transaction records from about five months ago."
"...Transaction records? Is there anything wrong with the transaction records?"
Serena tilted her head, kicked her little boots, and tapped Auletta's ribs: "Five months? Is there something wrong with the deal with Victor?"
"No, it was before that..."
Auletta paused and softly recited a mantra.
Immediately, Serena's expression became dazed, she muttered something, and her whole body lost strength at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She finally reacted, reached out and hugged Auletta's head next to her, and then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Just before Serena was about to fall off Oletta's shoulders, Oletta gently stretched out her hand to catch the sweetly sleeping little fairy, walked into the room, put her on the bed and covered her.
Quilt.
Seeing the petite green-haired girl huddled together on the bed, with no trace of worry or worry on her delicate little face, the fire burning deep in the old lich's eyes couldn't help but become much gentler.
The age gap between them is dozens of times, and their relationship is closer to family affection than love.
Auletta regards Serena as a daughter or granddaughter, and Serena regards Auletta as the only person she can rely on. The relationship between them is far more complicated and heavy than ordinary people's relationships.
The relationship between the immortal species and the short-lived species will either never happen, or once it does, it will be unforgettable.
Auletta knew very well that in thirty or forty years, Serena would age and die. At that time, Auletta would not have changed at all, and even the bones in her body would not have been replaced.
However, even so, he was sure that he loved Serena.
"Serena..."
Auletta murmured, staring at her intently.
He just wanted to stretch out his rotten and yellow hand bones to touch Serena's cheek, but he stopped halfway and his whole body froze slightly.
"Oleta, where do you want to escape?"
Roland's calm voice sounded behind him.
The old lich paused and replied with the same calm voice: "Escape to a place of final destruction..."
"Oleta!"
Before he finished speaking, Countess Bloodthroat's nearly furious scolding covered his voice: "Are you going to betray Elkart!"
"There is no such thing as betrayal," Auletta sighed deeply, "I have never been from Elcat."
"I know. You are from the White Tower, a disciple of Merlin, and the former keeper of secrets."
Roland got ahead of Chris and said in a deep voice: "As smart as you are, you must know what the storm is about, right?"
"Your Majesty, I think you want to ask more than just this."
Auletta turned around and looked at Roland with flaming eyes: "But it doesn't matter what the truth is... This world will eventually be destroyed by dusk. No one will be spared..."
Hearing this, Roland's pupils shrank.
There is nothing wrong with this sentence in itself. The key is that Roland finally understands what the real problem with Auletta is!
"...Oleta," Roland interrupted, his eyes fixed on the lich who looked extremely old, "Is it on you to copy the Book of All Laws?" (To be continued.)