When questioned by Roland, the flames in Auletta's eyes burned fiercely for an instant.
"Your Majesty, what did you say?"
His movements stopped for a moment, and he turned around and asked doubtfully.
His skeleton looked hollow and decayed. Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.
He felt the killing intent from Auletta flash through the moment he said those words.
Although it was only for a moment, Roland was sure that it was not an illusion, nor that he had recognized the wrong person. The feeling of death, like being buried among dry bones and being buried in a tomb, was very similar to the feeling of being covered by the mentor's divine grace.
Apart from the lich, which has survived for thousands of years and whose existence is almost equivalent to history, only the death crow, which is immersed in the essence of death, can have such a heavy murderous intention.
But even though he was locked in Auletta's murderous intent for a moment, Roland was not surprised but smiled instead.
Because Roland finally knew that the key to the matter was right in front of him.
He knew from the beginning that the copy of the Book of All Laws was in Auleta's body; what Roland was not sure about was whether Auletta had anything to do with the terrible hurricane that could destroy the country.
In the original plot line, Auletta was not saturated with despair.
As the holder of the Book of Copies of All Laws and the successor recognized by the will of those who know later, if he is also contaminated by despair, even if Anvilia or Merlin come in person, they will only be destroyed by him.
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A strong will strong enough to withstand the most terrible mental pollution is the only inheritance condition for this book.
In the words of players, it means that the willpower is greater than 60. With this level of willpower, even if you look directly at the Twilight Species, you will not be polluted by their spirit.
However, in Auletta's words just now, Roland heard extremely desperate words such as "This world will eventually be destroyed by dusk" and "No one will be spared". This is definitely not the style Auletta should have.
.
Even though it was unlikely, Roland had to wonder whether Auletta had been infected and turned into a Dusk Familiar.
"No, it's nothing. You don't know better."
Pretending not to notice the murderous intention at that moment, Roland then asked: "Oleta, do you have any way to deal with the hurricane outside?"
"That hurricane..."
Auletta glanced at Roland, the flames in her eyes slowly shaking.
He probably realized something, but because he was not sure, he could only speak vaguely: "It looks very difficult. I haven't been there to see it yet... But based on visual inspection, it is at least as powerful as a grand ritual level magic...
…”
At this point, Auletta suddenly stopped talking and stopped talking.
Roland narrowed his eyes slightly and showed an increasingly gentle smile.
"Auletta, you have to know that you are the only one we can rely on."
As he said that, Roland glanced at Serena, who was sleeping soundly on the bed with her face up, and then continued: "Today, Elkart is facing the most terrifying threat. The terrible hurricane may get out of control at any time and destroy this city.
The suspended city and the Great Holy Land buried in yellow sand will be completely razed to the ground... By then, no one will be able to survive."
Looking at Auletta, Roland paused and emphasized again: "No one can survive."
"...It should be so, Your Majesty."
The dry and decaying skeleton was silent for a while, then bowed respectfully towards Roland: "You are right."
"However, I still believe that this world will eventually be destroyed."
Auletta's hollow and echoing voice sounded in Roland's heart: "Order is just a shadow, an illusion... This world has never been saved, and it has been like this from ancient times to the present."
"Since a long time ago, this world has been on the verge of destruction. Until now, it has only been closer to the established goal," Auletta said word by word, "I have already seen the future.
"
"What has been done will be done again; what has been done will be done again. You may not know that this world itself is dilapidated. It is not complete or great at all. It is just a accumulation of the past.
It's just a toy pieced together from the destroyed remains..."
"With all due respect, Your Majesty, for us mortals, the rule of you and the Three Saints is no different from that of the gods. You see, we can live well under the rule of the gods. You make the land fertile.
Rotting, allowing them to be nourished by the blood of the gods and become pure and clean... However, these are of little significance."
Once he opened his mouth, he could no longer hold back his desire to talk. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the flames in Auletta's eyes gradually revealed a hint of dimness.
Of course Roland and Countess Bloodthroat noticed this. Chris's face changed almost immediately, and anger and disappointment immediately emerged from her eyes. But Roland grabbed her hand and restrained her actions.
.
...You know, Roland is now almost unable to use magic. Even if he has the Dream of the Sleepless Man, he may not be able to defeat Auletta, and Chrissy is also too much.
If they fight now, no matter whether the person who releases the hurricane is the old lich or someone else, this is not the result Roland wants.
Moreover, Roland has confidence in this guy's character. He believes that even if Auleta is contaminated by Dusk, as long as he is not really transformed into a monster, he can break free with his willpower.
After suppressing his nervousness for a while, Roland asked: "So, what do you think I should do? My dear Auletta? Do you think I should give up those people who ask for help from me? Or should I leave them alone?"
Those who cry out in despair and chant my name are kicked into hell?"
"It is true that I have no obligation to respond to everyone's requests. But as long as I see it and I can do it, I will not leave it alone and make things worse."
"But what's the point?" Auletta asked, "Those people can only live for a few decades, even if they are inspired by you, their spirits are baptized, and they devote themselves wholeheartedly to serving the world.
In the work of rising, can they transform the entire world into a completely new one in just a few years?"
Roland shook his head and rebuked in a low voice: "As long as people are still alive and still engaged in labor, the world will change to some extent. I have done a little work, at least I am better than those who have not done it. I don't know why I want something.
In return, it’s just that I can’t leave them alone because they shout my name loudly and regard me as their savior, so I can’t leave them alone.”
As he spoke, there was a certain light in his silver-gray eyes: "I will save them from the sword, from the horns of the buffalo, from the fangs of the lion. This is the covenant I make with them."
Looking at Roland, Auletta was a little distracted for a moment. His mood slowly calmed down, and the yellowish color in his eyes gradually faded.
He looked at Roland and was speechless. After a long time, he said: "...It would be great if you were born a thousand years ago. If you were here at that time, maybe everything will change now."
"It's not too late."
"No, it's too late now."
Auletta shook her head and murmured: "They are here... They have discovered us. We can't run away, and there is no use struggling. In just a few years, we can't even find a way to hide the entire world.
arrive."
"You mean the evening species?"
Roland asked quietly.
Auletta was immediately choked on the second half of his words, and he looked at Roland in surprise.
Even though there was no expression on his muscleless face, Roland could still feel the surprise and confusion in his substantial eyes.
Roland looked at him and said with a gentle smile: "People must die when they live. The moment this world is born, it will inevitably perish."
"Perhaps one day, Faunsi will really go extinct. But Faunsi people will not die."
Roland chuckled softly, stepped forward, and reached out to hold down Auletta's skull. Although the flames in the old lich's eyes shook violently, he did not resist or dodge, and just calmly let Roland put his hand.
He pressed it on his forehead.
"Oleta, open your heart and accept my will."
Roland said softly: "I will show you the future in my eyes." (To be continued.)