Blood of Mercury - v3 Chapter 31

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Under Roland’s gaze, the sword of the first Headless Horseman finally slashed at the Balrog.

It was really a very light, very light slash. Not to mention the headless horseman’s standard, even if he was allowed to slash at mortals, the sword could only cut through flesh and blood at most, not even bones.

There is really no way.

He was almost burned to death – or rather he was burned to death. His headless horse had long since been burned to death on the way, the head he was holding in his arms had long since turned to ashes, the lower half of his body had turned to ashes along with the horse, and the upper half of his body had only one spine, half of his shoulders and Only two-thirds of a right arm remains.

The reason why he was able to slash at the flame demon was only because when he was thrown away by the horse, the blade just rubbed against the flame demon.

If this can also be considered a slash, then walking should be sentenced to a bruise judgment.

But even with such a weak slash, the Balrog fought back mercilessly.

From the point of contact with the Balrog, the black long sword of the Headless Horseman was ignited by an extremely scorching heat wave. The golden red flame ignited from the blade, and burned all the way, burning everything that could be burned and couldn’t, and pale ashes flew in the air.

However, as Roland said, their sacrifices were not for nothing.

The first point is that these demons at least firmly blocked the Balrog in place, and did not let the Balrog come to Roland who had a blind prayer behind him, and controlled Roland within the attack range of the Balrog.

——Even if the price was the death of the devil who paid tens or even hundreds of thousands.

“Go back to the dust—”

Roland aimed at the moment of opportunity, and suddenly raised the scepter in his hand.

The next moment, the black ice of the underworld rushed out from Roland’s feet, spreading along the ashes of all the devils after they died, freezing all the ashes into black ice, thus completely freezing the magma under the Balrog’s feet.

And the most conspicuous place is the position where the Balrog was cut by the Headless Horseman before.

Compared with the devils who instantly turned to ashes, the headless horseman died due to the expansion and explosion of the heat in his body. After he was burnt to death by the counter-attack flame, his ashes fluttered in the air, and it was inevitable that some of them got on the Balrog.

After that, a layer of black frost that was expanding appeared on the Balrog’s body.

It’s like an expanding cancer. The frost made its movements slow until it spread to connect with the black ice on the ground, and the Balrog was frozen in place by Roland.

This has nothing to do with temperature.

In the normal world, no matter how low the temperature is, it is impossible to freeze the Balrog, because he is just a flame.

To be precise, this is actually a phenomenon that occurs naturally in the underworld.

After the laws of the underworld were driven into the abyss by Roland, some phenomena that existed in the underworld as much as possible began to repeat in the abyss. It’s like the Balrog’s immortality is weakened, and it’s like it’s just a flame but will be frozen. In the underworld, nothing is absolutely not frozen.

Not so much that it was frozen, it was more that it was still.

It was absolute tranquility and stillness, from the iron rules of the underworld. No matter how many prayer combinations are used, the pure power of rest cannot be completely replicated, and it can even freeze the Balrog for a short period of time after meeting the requirements.

However, Roland spent hundreds of thousands of devil’s lives, naturally it was impossible just to freeze the Balrog.

He decided to exterminate the demons here and end the demon invasion ahead of schedule.

“Elucado—”

Roland called softly without hesitation.

“I am here, Your Majesty the Emperor.”

Elucado responded immediately.

Roland didn’t even have time to look at her face to know what she was thinking at the moment.

Without any hesitation, he replied, “Go and destroy the demons immediately! Purify the filth!”

“As you wish.”

Elucado bowed his head and answered piously, and a scarlet frenzy gradually appeared on her delicate and sweet face.

She didn’t ask Roland how the giant Balrog wanted to deal with it.

Elucado only knew that, as the emperor’s entourage, she had no need to question.

To doubt is to doubt. All she had to do was obey.

She believed that Roland would be able to solve the current predicament, otherwise he would ask Elucado for help.

This is the duty of a loyal servant—

But there is no doubt that the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of devils is naturally impossible just to make Roland fix the Balrog.

In the space of the fault behind Roland, something terrifying seems to be slowly appearing.

It was something huge suspended. In terms of size, the width is 130 meters, and the length is more. At first glance, it looks a bit like a box or a spaceship, but upon closer inspection, it turns out that it is a coffin.

However, no one was sitting on the coffin. Just a clean coffin board.

So, Roland took a deep breath, and the crystal crown on his head suddenly lit up with a very bright light.

“May you come, Master!”

In his loud prayer, a vast consciousness hummed down from the sky and poured into Roland’s mind. For a moment, he even had the illusion that he could kill the plane in front of him just by waving his hand.

But after Roland was a little awake, he put away the blind prayer behind him, and then summoned his projection again.

The next moment, a cold and indifferent pressure descended from the sky, and the air seemed to become icy cold. A silver-gray halo lit up behind Roland, illuminating a large swath of the dark, blood-like sky.

“—I will bring disaster upon you, Nokgar.”

Behind Roland, a black, slender silhouette that mortals can’t look directly at, whispered in a cold and indifferent voice.

“I will cut off from the ground what is yours. Whether it is stone or flesh, whatever is yours will be cut off.”

When her voice fell, it seemed as if there were invisible waves of water rippling.

The next moment, like cutting wheat, all the demons fell down and lost their life. They have no scars, no curses, no disease, no cardiac arrest, or even aging.

They are just dead. To die is to die, for no reason other than that.

Everything has an end, and they just bring their state of death forward to the present moment.

What’s even weirder is that these demons have strange peace and joy on their faces~www.mtlnovel.com~, as if they discovered the mysteries of the universe before they died.

“May all the glory go to the teacher.”

Roland bowed his head respectfully and turned his head to salute, and the tutor nodded to Roland with a smile.

This was the first time he saw the body of the long-sleeping teacher in the material world.

It is precisely because the saints are too powerful that they cannot enter the subordinate planes in a complete manner, so they need lords who help manage the subordinate planes.

Summon the underworld to replace the law of the abyss, use the underworld to send yourself and Elucado safely in, and then use the prayer to go straight to **** to open the door to hell, let the teacher send the devil in, and let the devil buy time to make the incarnation of the teacher call out.

This is Roland’s complete plan. If successful, it will not only eliminate the danger of a demonic invasion, deal with Nokgar when he is at his weakest, but even reclaim the Elemental Plane.

The only thing that was different from Roland’s imagination was that even if the mentor just came in an avatar, he could still wipe out all the life of a group on the same plane. In the original plan, this step was originally done by Elucado and the devils.

“Are you… the long-sleeping mentor?”

At this moment, a gentle and low voice sounded from one side.

Roland turned his head and found that the twilight that had been beating in the eyes of the flame demon who had been silent has finally extinguished, turning into two amber-like crystal clear gems, and the lines on his body became much more complicated.

“Which incarnation are you? Naraku? Orlon? Pest? Why do you want to enter my world?”

“I am Nerola, slumbering Nerola.”

The long-sleeping mentor turned his head, and his voice gradually became cold: “Nokgar, I’m here to tell you—”

“—Your time has come.” (To be continued.) High-speed text first published this site’s domain name and mobile phone synchronous reading, please visit