Roland chanted softly, and a dazzling silver-gray light rose from his eyes.
At Roland's level, his language has also been given meaning.
His words are sacred and eloquent, and just speaking out loud is enough to change the world.
What he sang was not a prayer dedicated to a certain saint, but his own sacrificial words to bestow glory on the bloody warriors.
It is the spirit of words that gives enlightenment, and it is also the spirit of words that cleanses the soul and elevates the person.
If Roland's commandment keepers recite this prayer, they can even resonate their hearts with Roland for a short time, and Roland's will will descend on him and pour divine revelation into his heart.
As Roland sang loudly, the murmuring hymns floated around Roland.
A more sacred stream of light surged, and the mist-like silver-white light mist gradually gathered, condensing on Roland's body and forming white water droplets, which poured into Roland's arms in a mysterious trajectory.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, Roland's entire right hand slowly flashed with a gentle white light. His entire right hand was dyed a white jade-like color, with black runes emerging on it, like some kind of ritual statue.
Usually buzzing.
Just looking at the momentum, even if a bunch of magic cannons were fired from Roland's fingertips in the next second, no one would be surprised.
But when Auletta saw this scene, she relaxed.
If Roland wanted to kill him, there would be no need to use such a large array.
On the contrary, Roland's actions made him more convinced of a certain speculation in his heart.
At this time, Roland's singing has come to an end: "...When the last days come, I will remove your bloody clothes and play joy!"
At that moment, the surging light flow condensed from Roland's fingertips, drawing a subtle arc into Oletta's head, quietly passing through his decayed forehead bones, and there was no trace of light somewhere in the center of the head.
Disappear without warning.
However, Auletta couldn't help but tremble.
The divine will from Roland rushed into his mind gently but irresistibly.
That is a will as vast as the ocean.
He felt that the sky and the earth were overturned, and his soul fell weakly into the sky. A kind of fragrant warmth gently slapped his face.
It was a refreshing fragrance with a grassy scent, just like Serena's fragrance.
But on top of that, there was also a faint warmth of burning spices. For the first time in a long time, Oletta felt a fluffy warmth reverberating from her forehead to her whole body.
He seemed to have lost weight, floating in a sea of light incense, and the warm waves crashed on the shore of silver-white flames, breaking into a piece of foam.
As he dimly caught sight of the vast, turbulent ocean lapping against the distant shore, a strong anxiety gripped him. But the moment of dead silence was broken. The raging waves began to make sounds that were neither real nor real.
Language that was not clear words spoke to him.
""
But, I can't hear it, I can't hear it clearly, I can't understand it.
Auletta instinctively felt that the voice was extremely important. She had to hear it no matter what.
Then he understood inexplicably that it was the old voice of someone familiar whispering in his ear:
"Concentrate."
"Concentrate."
"Concentrate."
Yes, he felt it, he had to concentrate.
"Concentrate."
"Concentrate."
"Concentrate."
It should be so! It should be so... I should concentrate.
I should concentrate.
I should concentrate.
"I...should concentrate."
Auletta couldn't help but whisper.
The next moment, his reason was instantly shattered.
The spices surrounding him burned violently, and everything in front of him was dyed with twisted silvery white. Thousands of years of spiritual wisdom turned into some kind of fuel, burning fiercely, bursting out with more powerful power.
It was a thousand-year fire that was ignited with his soul, will and body as fuel.
For a moment, Auletta felt that her side was completely filled with silver-white flames. Everything in front of her eyes turned into a twisted silver-white, like a torrent of metal dancing like crazy.
Only one place was still completely dark.
It was a human-shaped shadow. The figure of the shadow was so slender that it looked a bit ferocious.
To describe it accurately, it can be said that it was a skinny giant ape, forced to the corner of Auletta's thoughts by the flowing flames, and remained silent, making Auletta feel a strong fear without coming.
"Ah, I found it."
The old voice that had been whispering in his ear floated past him happily and passed directly through him.
Originally, Auletta could only say that he had no feeling for this existence. But when he saw the person who made the voice, he couldn't help but tremble.
The robe made of dim yellow sand, the eyes wrapped with blood-stained bandages, and the long wooden nails that penetrated the wrists of both hands and nailed the hands to the chest in a cross shape. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a walking god.
And that majestic body that was tall enough for several people. Even when Oletta recognized him, the originally low world immediately rose several times higher to be able to accommodate this god to walk.
At the same time that the giant appeared, the holy fire burning on Auletta's body gradually extinguished. Only the robe on his body still had faint traces of being burned, flashing with a faint red light.
Although one-third of his soul was burned away, Auletta's sanity is still unclear, but he couldn't wait to ask: "Are you...?"
However, the moment he opened his mouth, he was immediately shocked.
It was a young and clear voice, not the hollow decaying voice that I usually simulated.
Auletta looked down subconsciously and found that under the shabby robe she was wearing, she had a young and healthy body.
Although his body has changed, his soul is still strong. Auletta, who has a strong will and keen perception, immediately realized that this was the body he had when he was fourteen years old. There was no spell imprinted in his body, nor was it weakened.
The golden blood will not cause sleepless nights because of the abundant magic power, nor will it cause distortion due to bloodline mutation, nor will it fundamentally change one's living habits and way of thinking.
It was a full body of flesh and blood, a mortal body.
What's going on?
Oletta, who was already a little confused, became even more confused for a moment. He stood there helplessly and looked at the giant in front of him, like a child who had made a mistake.
"Don't panic, you deserve this. This is the body that once belonged to you but was abandoned by you. You have longed for it for hundreds of years and have given up pursuing it. This is the only thing you have given up!"
The aging voice seemed to see through Auletta's confusion and couldn't help laughing: "Whether it's conscious or unconscious. In short, since you dedicated your soul and will to Roland, you deserve your own salvation.
"
"You should know that Saint Laurent is the savior of all things and the last prophet. If you ask for help like him, you will be saved."
The old voice praised loudly and full of energy: "Because, he is the Supreme! The Supreme Roland!"