Roland stood with his back to the wind, and a rolling heat wave swept over him.
The black robe rustled in the blinding hot wind. Roland's long black hair hidden in the black robe was also sucked up by the wind pressure, and rushed towards Roland along with the cuffs and corners of the robe, as if
It was like a black monster desperately trying to escape from Roland.
He squinted his eyes, and the long-awaited bright red font finally appeared in front of his eyes——
【A gorgeous and dirty performance! A blood feast for sinners!】
[Glib bird, your exaggerated acting skills and twisted mind have attracted the attention of the great being!]
The bright red font is thick and bold, which is different from the regular fonts on the system page. Moreover, the size of the blood letter alone is four times larger than the ordinary font, and the color has become much brighter. It looks like there is something there if you look closely.
Blood drips.
After waiting for a while, a large, smaller, bright red system prompt flashed down.
[You got the trait Arson Feast (personal trait)]
[You get the characteristic fanatic (personal characteristic)]
[You get the characteristic Moving Natural Disaster (Personal Characteristic)]
[You killed 2310 formal level professionals, 841 black iron level professionals, 90 bronze level professionals, and 3 silver level professionals, and extracted the original power...you finally got 9130]
[You have gained the love of Higgs, who has snakes in his eyes - your level of Embers is unconditionally increased by one level, and the consumption of all your Ember magic spells is reduced by half]
[Your level has been improved: currently it is Black Iron level (level 11)]
After being displayed here, the system prompts seem to have stopped.
But Roland was not crazy about the vast amount of experience.
Now the entire city has been burned into an empty shell. There is almost no one inside. Roland doesn't believe that the Passion Tree can find anyone to absorb the life force.
What's more, the Passion Tree is now immersed in the sea of fire, like a poor sapling watered by hot iron juice.
After that, the Passion Tree was abandoned by Higgs. It can be said that it has no hope of survival, and death is only a matter of time.
——But, it must die in Roland's hands.
Without any hesitation, he pulled out the attribute panel and chose to upgrade his level.
[You have learned the attack posture: continuous attack]
[You have learned the defensive posture: defensive counterattack]
[Black Iron career level saturation]
3270 experience points disappeared from Roland's experience pool in an instant. One-third of a city's life disappeared in the blink of an eye.
However, Roland was not in the mood to lament how low human life was - he had raised too many levels in a short period of time, and with the sudden increase in attributes, Roland's whole body felt itchy like ant bites, and all his muscles were working at an extremely high speed.
Trembling at a high frequency.
The feeling was almost torture, and Roland almost groaned. Fortunately, the pain lasted for a few seconds and was washed away by a wave of warmth.
But Roland didn't hesitate at all. He didn't even have time to adapt to the body's attributes, and he opened the attribute panel again without even looking at the newly obtained characteristics.
Because of the mental alienation caused by the Tree of Suffering and the level of an Asher sent by Higgs, after Roland pushed the warrior's level to the limit of the Black Iron level, his perception attribute has reached a terrifying 9.4——
This is already the level of some silver-level priests with poor talent.
Now, as long as Roland upgrades two levels of Embers, his perception can break through to ten points.
Roland was not pretentious at all.
Without hesitation, more than 500 experience points were poured down, raising the level of the Embers to level 13.
Suddenly, everything in front of Roland seemed different.
It's not that I can see more clearly or the colors are more vivid, but it's fundamentally different. It's like having an extra sense.
That kind of sense doesn't allow him to understand the laws of Orm. But at least it allows his eyes to penetrate the barrier of Orm's wall and see farther away——
In Roland's momentary hallucination, he saw a huge eyeball with tens of millions of little snakes swimming in its pupils, and a faceless girl in a black dress sitting on the coffin board, quietly watching his decision behind him.
But when Roland suddenly turned around, he only saw a sea of fire.
From time to time, silver-rimmed waves surge out of the golden sea of fire, greedily licking the building.
The city of wealth, pleasure and sin has undoubtedly turned into a purgatory on earth at this moment.
Everything is just as the winter elf epic said——
Roland stood on the mountainside, looking at Purgatory in the deep snow. The smoke was rising like a giant's kiln.
The golden heat converges into the sea of fire.
Flying goose feathers and heavy snow.
Burning towns.
This town, which before was full of wails and lamentations, full of selfishness, greed and jealousy, was now deserted and burning quietly in the sea of fire.
Apart from the crackling sound of the hot wind intertwined with the cold winter wind fighting in the air, there was only the crackling sound of burning wood.
In this way, this sinful city was purified in the simplest and most thorough way.
There is no noise, no war, and no political turmoil in various countries.
Everything is just like the city of wealth at this moment.
Surrounded by blazing fire, yet silent as if covered with frost.
"grown ups."
Behind Roland, those who were brought out from Riblade Street by Kakarit mustered up their courage and walked behind Roland.
After such a long time, and having received such a strong blow, these people who had been strongly spiritually infected by the face of the Holy Spirit have now gradually returned to their senses.
With a clear mind, they could understand that the feat of burning the city was definitely related to the man in black behind them.
Combined with the miracles, priests, the Society of Truth, and the failure of the Great Barrier of Karal - by connecting these details they know, various versions of the "truth" are ready to emerge.
But unexpectedly, these people could not hate the man behind the scenes who had destroyed their families, careers, relatives and friends.
Maybe it was the repeated blows that made them numb.
These people may have been nightingales, killers with bloody fingers, street thugs, murderers, and guards maintaining order before, but now they only have one identity——
That's the survivor.
Survivors of Fortune City.
Everyone exchanged glances, and a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and came to Roland's side.
He whispered: "Lord Orlando, this disaster has shocked us. Or...frightened."
"I couldn't imagine how terrible the fight between people could be before, so I was unscrupulous and thought that people would die at most."
"but now……"
The middle-aged man's words suddenly stopped.
Roland didn't look back, so he didn't know the speaker's age, appearance, or his expression at the moment.
So Roland didn't know why he paused, but he didn't ask any questions.
"I... suddenly feel very tired. Lord Orlando, you know, I used to be a killer, but now I have decided not to do this job again."
"My wife and I plan to use our last savings to buy a piece of land in Farajo, plant grapes, open a winery, and never kill anyone again."
"Our child was killed before. Mr. Orlando, I am already very old, and I don't know if I can have another child... But it doesn't matter. I just want to live the rest of my life in peace."
Life. Because I suddenly felt that killing people is really terrible."
"Killing other people... is really terrible."
The middle-aged man whispered in Roland's ear in a low and very fast voice. The voice was vague and soft, but for some reason Roland heard it clearly and couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.
Finally, the middle-aged man took a deep look at Roland, turned around and left without saying a word: "We are going to follow Lord Blood Knight to Fararu, and settle down and start a new business there... Also, Crewe
Lord Wayne said, I hope you can adjust your mood."
Following these words, two lines of system prompts that were so light that they almost turned silver appeared in front of Roland's eyes.
[The electorate trial is completed]
[Please go to sleep as soon as possible and prepare to accept template conversion]
Roland stared blankly at the golden and pure world in front of him, and two lines of tears fell unconsciously from the corners of his eyes.
"Joseph."
Roland spoke, his voice was calmer than he expected.
"Big Orlando... no, master, I'm here."
Old Joseph bowed his head respectfully.
"Say, how beautiful this is."
Roland's voice was almost garbled in sleep.
Although the electorate trial was successful, only Roland himself knew that this was a failed redemption.
A city was destroyed, but no one was saved; as a loser, Roland was forgiven by the Sleeping Master.
Habitual to trample on the souls of innocent people, burying their families with their lives...
When did I become a devil with no mercy?
Finally unable to hold back the surging emotions in his heart, Roland burst into tears and covered his cheeks with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
He finally realized that he might never be saved.
"A crybaby demon... no matter how you sound, it sounds so inferior. If such a guy is used as the protagonist, no matter what novel or game it is, he probably won't be able to survive."
The devil who hopes to save the world cried and laughed. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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