Blood of Mercury - v3 Chapter 68

In a mansion in the south of Su Ze, a fair-haired girl as beautiful as a fairy held her chin and stared out the window.

Her pupils were amber-gold, and the waterfall-like glazed golden hair was about three meters long. It was tied into many thin braids from the neck, and naturally scattered on the ground and spread out in all directions. Under the light of the morning light, there is a light that is not dazzling.

The one-eyed waiter walked lightly and brought the black tea to the window.

Looking at the girl’s expression, he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the matter, Her Royal Highness?”

The girl was stunned for a moment, and showed a sincere and gentle smile at the one-eyed waiter: “Scott. Just put down the tea.”

“…Are you thinking about the undead army made by the professor?”

Scott shook his head and said disdainfully, “It’s just a fake. Natalia alone is enough to solve them.”

“You can’t say that, my dear.”

Anvilia lifted the messy hair from her ear, took a sip of the black tea that shone with a warm golden luster, and said, “It’s not a simple undead, it’s dusk. If it weren’t for me Ask An Ruosi to help, Natalia might be in danger.”

“If she can’t even solve these insane things, she’ll just die there.”

Speaking almost arrogant words in a humble and gentle voice, Scott said proudly: “That is my beloved disciple who has inherited my eyes, my sword, and my swordsmanship. She is even more talented than me in swordsmanship. Even stronger. Natalia is like a holy sword, time cannot carve the slightest rust on her body, and even if she is about to die, she will be sharp enough to cut through the bones of false gods.”

“Then you’re willing to take your talented disciple to the forefront?”

Natalia couldn’t help laughing and said, “Aren’t you afraid of any accident?”

“There can be no accident, my highness.”

Having said that, Scott paused: “Of course, if she really encounters an enemy that she can’t defeat no matter what…my eyes are still on her. That’s almost all my strength.”

“As a result, you still feel sorry for your apprentice…”

“It has nothing to do with that, Your Highness,” Scott closed his eyes slightly and quietly stood behind Anvilia and whispered, “I’m just a little tired.”

“You…”

With a chuckle, Anvilia looked out the window again.

This time, Scott was truly at a loss.

“What the **** are you looking at?”

“Watching the funeral of a friend, the death of a monster, the renewal of a world.”

With a hint of sadness, Anvilia said softly: “And, the birth of an emperor.”

Suddenly realizing what Anvilia was saying, Scott fell silent.

In the small room, Anvilia suddenly whispered, “Scott.”

“exist.”

Without hesitation, he answered immediately.

Even if he gave up his own origin power, he was an immortal undead after all. If nothing else, he could live a long, long time as a waiter, until he was lost in the future with the eternal Anvilia.

Before that, as long as Anveria needs it, he will re-extract his almost negative vitality and turn it into the origin – the strongest swordsman on the earth will return at that time.

Scott’s blade will never decay with the passage of time.

Do you want to help Roland kill that Dusk Seed together? Or go and get Natalia and An Russ back?

Speculating in his mind the order that Anvilia might give, Scott heard a sentence that he almost thought was an illusion: “Hold me.”

After a period of silence, Scott replied in a low voice, “Yes.”

Then, he stepped forward and hugged Anvilia a little jerky.

He barely knew where he was supposed to sit or where to put his hands. His whole body was stiff, as if he was preparing for the sharpest swordsmanship, and his whole body was stretched straight.

——It is almost as soft as a thousand years ago.

This is Scott’s first impression.

Anvilia’s hand lightly placed on his shoulder, and miraculously, Scott quickly relaxed.

As if the two were still thousands of years ago. As if the two were still children.

“Anvilia…”

Uneasy, Scott called out Anvilia’s name for the first time with a trembling voice.

After that, there was no response for a long time, but the strength of Anvilia’s embrace of him seemed to be a little heavier.

Just when Scott’s worried palms began to sweat, he suddenly smelled Anvilia’s sweet breathing.

“I always remember.”

She leaned into Scott’s ear and whispered softly, “Always remember… our agreement.”

“I will not forget.”

“I will not forget that you were the first great I met.”

In the direction Anvilia was looking at, in the stubborn oak locks in the southwest, a man in a white robe who could not see his face sat on huge eyes and whispered softly: “Then, you will be me The last great one killed.”

Surprisingly, huge eyes stared at him very quietly. In the seemingly fragile film, countless pure white snakes crawled comfortably.

In terms of its own volume, the part that protrudes from the surface is just a skin.

Compared to an active attack, it was more like being pressed to the ground, with its body directly embedded in it.

The same is true.

Lords are noble people with golden blood flowing, and in terms of combat power, they are undoubtedly higher than saints.

And if the saint becomes the lord, it is enough to exert a great power similar to Aum.

But that is theoretically impossible.

Faens, the [Petri Dish] established by Aum to extend the time of his own universe, the highest authority in it can only be obtained by the Golden Seed.

It is for this reason that the saints sealed all the golden seeds in the coffin of the long-sleeping mentor.

The only one who can go beyond common sense and possess the ultimate combat power of Faens is only the monster created by the master of the long sleep—the only king who possesses all the abilities of the Tree of Kabbalah and has the dominion of the abyss.

Holding the highest authority of Faens, when Higgs thought the abyss was empty, Roland easily captured him and suppressed him in the abyss.

The process in the middle is not shown for the time being – it is not a thrilling battle. It was just that Roland closed the door after Higgs entered, that’s all.

Then, Roland entered Higgs’ body.

With the body of a mortal, he tried to devour the dusk that a saint transformed into… In other words, as a newly born dusk species, he ate another dusk species, that’s all.

The knowledge, wisdom and talent that belonged to Victor, as well as all the history of eighteen hundred years, was completely swallowed by Roland. The soul of the shattered Twilight species burned Roland to the point where less than half of his soul was left to make up for it.

Just like what he said to the professor.

From then on, Roland couldn’t be called a human.

With the appearance of a human, holding the obsession of becoming a human and saving human beings, the distorted living Twilight species – Roland.

What Natalia and An Russ defeated were not Higgs’ twilight dependents. It’s just that the blood spattered from Higgs’ corpse drenched the undead and the surrounding valley, and they were twisted into monsters.

Listening to Roland’s whispers, the eyeballs under him gradually melted into some kind of light. Then it merged with Roland, leaving a complete ground.

Sitting on the eyeball, he was quietly suspended in the air, as if sitting on a transparent chair.

Just staring at Roland’s statue, just whispering his name would be polluted by his spirit, transforming into the gesture Roland hoped – a perfect human being.

A madman will not go mad a second time, and things that have been contaminated once by dusk will not be contaminated a second time.

If it is polluted by Roland’s spirit, it means that the Farns are no longer afraid of dusk. Next, as long as Roland himself does not become alienated~www.mtlnovel.com~ Farns will become the cornerstone of countless cosmic counterattacks at dusk.

Spread the name of Saint Laurent among countless survivors. Proclaiming Saint Laurent’s name loudly, extolling his miracles – and then craving its own evolution.

There is no purer human being than Roland. No more pure monsters by Roland.

A monster named Human, Emperor Roland.

When he devoured Higgs, he never heard a human voice again. Because there is no purer human being in this world than him.

All he could hear was his own voice; all he could see was his own reflection.

The whole world is silent, the whole world is nothing.

“Only in this way can Farnes be saved.”

In Roland’s ear, Elucado’s face emerged from the void and said softly: “Emperor, you don’t have to be sad. At least I’m still with you.”

“You will die with me, Elucado.”

Roland whispered.

“It would be my pleasure.”

As before, Elucado answered in a very gentle voice for the first time.

The corner of the blind Roland’s mouth slightly bloomed with a pure smile: “Let’s go, Elucado. Let’s go back to the abyss while I’m still awake.”

“Hold me, let me sit on the throne that belongs to me – let me be sealed on the throne forever.”

Until the Farns leave this universe, and until all Twilight is defeated, Roland will not be freed from above.

In the end, Elucado repeated in a very gentle and confident tone: “You are absolutely right, Emperor.”

“I am… the Emperor of Farnes.”

Reading softly, Roland stepped out and disappeared into the void. (To be continued.) uMore wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone’s school