It was a battle between those with authority, with the earth and sky as the army, and the world as the battlefield.
That is a force that is enough to lead the world to destruction, and just one of them is pure power enough to wash away Titan into a white earth.
Just by staying with Roland, Chris and the other three found it almost difficult to breathe. Not to mention moving, even if Roland did not direct hostility towards them, under the gaze of the invisible gaze that was more authoritative than the gods.
It became difficult to move.
"Wait, Your Majesty"
In Chris's exclamation, the flames surrounding Roland entangled the three of them involuntarily, and gently but powerfully threw them backwards.
In the blink of an eye, they flew thousands of meters, and when they were about to land, they had already reached the westernmost side of the Elcat Desert. If left alone, they would probably fly directly to Farajo.
That is no longer a miracle that can be accomplished by "force", but is a category of "law".
Kris managed to adjust her body in the air, hugged the two children next to her, and used special techniques to land vertically, removing the impact from her body.
Even so, it took a lot of effort for her to regain her balance.
But at this time, a storm carrying sand and dust swept through. Although it was not as strong as an infant compared to the gray-white hurricane, the dust that was rolled up blocked her sight.
...So it turns out I'm in the way?
Chrissy sighed, hesitated, but still didn't rush back.
At her speed, it would indeed only take a short while to run back again. But she decided to obey His Majesty's order.
However, at this moment, she heard Roland's voice ringing from the sky: "People from all over the world, you should kneel down and pray!"
"You should shout my name and ask for justice!"
Roland's clear prayer sounded in the white sea of fire, and the pure white flame giant stood up from the sea of fire again.
That person is no longer a praying person who tortures him, but the destined king holding a royal sword and wearing holy armor.
In the pure white sea of roaring fire, it gradually pulled out the long sword at its waist.
That is a holy sword that is more dazzling than any silver.
It is not a weapon made of flames, but the embodiment of the concept of "royal power".
That is neither the power of the Sleeping Master nor the ability of the Covenant, and it has nothing to do with the Eye of Orm.
That is Roland's own power, Roland's own scepter.
"My people, if you believe in righteousness and keep the commandments, then raise your voice in praise and call on my name to bear witness to your way!"
Roland's clear voice gradually became mature and hoarse, ringing in the sky above the entire Farnes.
When people heard the sound, they couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
For that is a sign of great miracles. That is a sign of Roland's miracles.
But they couldn't help but be a little worried.
He was not worried about those "people of dusk" who had angered Saint Laurent, but worried about Roland.
...It seems that Saint Laurent's voice is getting older and older?
Roland's prayers resounded throughout the land.
Without hesitation, people immediately knelt on the ground and shouted the name of Saint Laurent.
They didn't know where Saint Laurent was or what Saint Laurent was doing, but each of them firmly believed that Saint Laurent must be doing great things.
Because he is the king of the world. Apart from him, there is no one more holy in this world.
So they shouted
"Saint Laurent, holy!"
"Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!!"
"People of Twilight!"
Roland suddenly opened his eyes and burst into anger: "Your time has come!"
Thick, pulsating light overflowed from his body like a flame, shining with dazzling brilliance in the endless sea of pure white.
It is the light of lights, the holy of holies.
As if overloaded, with Roland's pupils as the center, his cheeks cracked like porcelain.
He waved the scepter in his hand angrily, like an invisible giant sword, striking the gray-white storm from top to bottom.
Sword power. Heavy pressure!
Behind him, giants thousands of meters tall, burning with flames, moved in synchronization, slashing the dazzling sword in their hands into the gray-white storm.
Just like the reflection full of ripples seen in the water, the entire space where the sword marks passed was distorted.
With a loud bang, the entire crystal wall of Elkart shattered instantly.
It was as if an invisible giant hammer hit the ground. The earth suddenly collapsed, and the sky was filled with cracks with a bang.
Snow-white cracks spread rapidly on the wall of Orm, and the creaking sound like when snow melts was drowned in the storm and waves.
However, the roaring hurricane suddenly stopped moving forward.
"Holy"
Roland didn't give in at all, roaring and taking a step forward.
The flame-burning king took steps in sync with him.
As soon as it stepped down, even the ground roared, and the collapsed earth shook violently.
That is a principle that cannot survive in the human world. It is a power that exceeds the allowable scope of this world.
If pushed in this way, no matter what kind of power it is, it can reach the limit of the world.
The twisted rainbow light spread out in an instant, and at the same time as the light flashed, hundreds of twisted sword marks about a kilometer long remained in the air. Taking this opportunity, the monstrous pure white flames rolled back angrily, and instantly rushed into the hurricane
among.
For the first time, the hurricane screamed and burned slowly.
However, at this time, several crisp sounds were heard on Roland's body, and seven or eight cracks appeared on his body. They were not limited to his cheeks, nor were they hidden under his robe.
Those were cracks that appeared on Roland's robe. Through the irregular cracks, only nothingness could be seen inside, without any flesh and blood.
That is a side effect of the authority of Kabbalah.
As the basis of the relationship between priests and gods, if the power of this authority is not given to others, but used entirely within oneself, the loss can be infinitely reduced to zero.
But this also means satisfying the principles of this world in Kabbalah.
As the saying goes, those who are admired should sacrifice themselves.
Roland's believers and people dedicated their bodies, souls and wills to Roland. The only thing Roland could do in return was to use his own body, soul and will as fuel to open up a prosperous land for his believers and people.
He stared at the hurricane, raised the long sword in his hand, and prepared to attack.
finally
"I saw it."
Roland whispered contentedly.
He saw that at the center of the hurricane, which was completely composed of gray-white data flow, was a huge monster curled up like a baby, faintly flashing with colorful lights.
And, the dim yellow pupils that looked at Roland at the same time were like two nebulae.
"finally found you."
Roland sighed and pointed the blade at the illusory monster.
At that moment, it was as if time had stood still.
The next moment, the flame giant behind Roland gradually melted and collapsed, and submerged into Roland's body again. Roland had already appeared behind the monster, and his scepter slowly touched the ground.
The hurricane stopped like a phantom. The illusory monster fell apart, revealing its true form.
It was someone's brain that was as tall as a building and squirming like a living thing.
The brain did not turn into mud, nor did it fall apart, but it suddenly stopped moving for no reason.
Although there seemed to be no difference, Roland knew that it had been killed on the inside.
"...Victor, it turns out to be you."
Roland murmured softly.
Behind him, purple-gray thunder fell from the sky and smashed open a door.
The person who walked out of it was An Ruosi with gray eyes and a wry smile.
And, the alchemist who lost his head but still stood gracefully.
The enemy of mankind, the last betrayer, Victor. (To be continued.)