My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 239 Facing the Evil God
In the instant he locked eyes with the unknown monster, Roland felt a fear he had never experienced before.

It wasn't that his mind was affected, but rather it stemmed from his biological instincts.

The black creature that barely maintained its human form before them seemed to represent the most primal and fundamental terror in the world.

That is not emotional fear, but a subconscious reaction of a creature when it encounters a predator.

"careful!"

Before Roland could react, Landros stepped in front of him and swiftly swung his sword at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive, severing the tentacle flying towards Roland in half!
"Kid, concentrate! This isn't an insurmountable enemy!"

While fighting off the rapidly approaching tentacles, Lanzos warned Roland.

The old general knew very well that although the enemy before him was not an invincible target, he could not deal with him alone.

He was a resurrected dead man, and his magical power was extremely limited.

If it were him in his prime, he wouldn't be afraid of his opponent... It's just a pity that he can't dispel the dream spell enveloping Isfar right now.

The means to control the spread of cognitive pollution have now become a shared prison for both sides, an arena where only a deadly struggle can take place.

Roland didn't hesitate for long before joining the battle.

However, knowing his own strength, he did not choose to fight head-on. Instead, he first tested whether his methods would be effective by using spell interference and curse counter.

If it works, he could learn from his experience fighting Slo in the capital and have someone of similar strength tank damage and deal damage in front of him, while he uses underhanded tactics from behind.

Unfortunately, although there was some effect, it was not significant.

The unknown monster was indeed affected to some extent, but those pauses could only be barely measured in frames.

There wasn't even a blink of an eye.

Clearly, the difference in strength between this monster and Landros cannot be compensated for by these barely perceptible pauses.

At least the old general is now only barely managing to parry the attacks of those flying tentacles.

Although the battle between the two was not large-scale, it was not even as big as the battle between himself and Cassius.

But Roland could sense that the space through which those tentacles swung had entered a state of chaos.

The same was true of the domain released by Lanzhus; the chilling sword energy even shredded the flow of magic energy into the most basic magical elements.

But Roland could clearly sense that Lancelot's counterattack was gradually losing its strength.

"Damn..."

Roland was eager to find an opening to launch a surprise attack.

However, given the chaotic spatial conditions, he couldn't even use Flash to stab the opponent in the kidneys; he could only act as a mysterious spear thrower behind Lándóss.

The few pieces of good news are that the other side seems to be quite wary of his Radiant Spear.

Sure enough, when facing such a dark enemy, light-attribute spells always have some effect in restraining them. It seems that all those games I played in my past life weren't for nothing.

While using color to distinguish attributes is somewhat hasty, it is still accurate.

Although the black humanoid monster could easily shatter his Radiant Spear, both Roland and Landros could see that the other party feared the power within the spear.

It would rather be slashed by Landros's sword energy, almost losing half its body, than allow Roland to throw his spear.

"Kid! Increase the frequency, and I'll find you an opportunity!"

"understand!"

There was no need for unnecessary communication during the battle; after just one sentence, Lanzos would suddenly unleash his power.

The old general, who had been standing still, suddenly displayed incredible agility.

He used magic to shake the tattered armor off his body, revealing a body covered in scars and bulging muscles.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the old general instantly entered a state of high temperature.

Roland could clearly sense that the old general's aura was rising rapidly.

However, it is clear that acquiring this power comes at a price; the old general's already dwindling life force is rapidly dissipating.

"boom!"

A red, slightly bloody shockwave blew Roland away, and the old general's figure disappeared along with it.

The next moment, Roland saw the mysterious black humanoid monster being blasted into the air by an unknown force, its black mist-like body being cut into pieces by the scattered sword energy.

Its tentacles, powerful enough to shatter metal, formed a black barrier in an attempt to withstand the attack.

But its attempt failed.

Roland took a deep breath, not wasting the opportunity created by the old general.

For the first time, he completely immersed himself in the process of casting the spell.

Perhaps it was due to a significant increase in mental strength, or perhaps it was for some other reason.

In short, Roland quickly entered the legendary state of flow where he was completely absorbed.

At that moment, he didn't have any extra thoughts running through his mind.

Countless spears of light appeared behind Roland, in front of him, and even beside the monster. Then, with the enhancement of Roland's innate spell, they accelerated and shot towards the black monster.

Although almost all attacks were blocked by the monster, it was clear that this humanoid monster did not possess much intelligence.

Even though Roland's magic was rapidly draining away, a smile still appeared on his lips.

As a blinding emerald light flashed in Roland Lake's green eyes, two different spears appeared simultaneously.

A spear as arrogant and dazzling as the blazing sun was grasped by Lanzhus, and he thrust it straight at the monster.

Roland held in his hand a wooden spear that looked as if it had been carved out of stone with a rough axe, as if it had been made at the beginning of human civilization.

The original spatial disorder disappeared at this moment.

Roland's subconscious took over his body.

That skill, which seemed to have been practiced countless times, was used by Roland once again. "Pfft!"

"puff!"

The battle came to an end as two spears pierced the monster's chest one after another.

The sun's flames instantly incinerated the monster, and its eerie, terrified howls—like a hundred cockroaches crawling into your ear and slapping your ear canal with their antennae—left Roland feeling uneasy even after the battle ended.

The same was true of Lanzhus. This old general, who had literally burned his life force in the battle, was also exhausted after the battle, but he still did not forget to frantically pick his ears.

Clearly, the moment the monster vanished had a significant impact on him.

Then Roland saw the old general slump to the ground, panting, and point behind Roland: "Go... the fighting power just now, those flesh-proliferating deformities have all been cleared away."

"I'll sit here and rest for a while... You can just go and destroy the altar."

"What we just destroyed should be the final derivative of the ritual..."

"Kid, I need to rest for a while. Sometimes you have to accept getting old."

Roland nodded, said nothing more, drew the Sword of Silence and walked towards the altar. Then, with a single slash, he split the stone altar in two.

Relaxed and carefree.

Of course, after the altar was destroyed, Roland could sense some energy that was originally intended to invade his body through the tip of the sword.

However, before this aura could act, it was eliminated by the properties of the Silenced Sword.

With the destruction of the altar, the ceremony was interrupted.

Roland, controlling the power of the World Tree Runestone, sensed that the cognitive pollution that had been continuously flowing into the Great Source Environment had lost its source.

It became water without roots.

Even without an unprecedented magical storm, this pollution will be gradually eliminated through the cycle of the Great Source...

If only everything ended here.

Roland thought this after finding himself suddenly in a dark space.

Roland looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, gripped the holy sword in his hand, and only after ensuring that the protection of the Great Source and the power of the runestone could still work did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, this is not good news.

He was clearly not caught in some kind of hallucination or illusion.

After he destroyed the altar, he seemed to be pulled into another dimension.

There is no horrifying cognitive pollution here, nor any twisted monsters.

Only pure darkness.

It seems to be the case.

If Roland hadn't been able to sense the World Tree's protective power rapidly dissipating, and if the World Tree's consciousness within him hadn't been frantically warning him, he truly would have believed it.

Moreover, the projection of the Sun Runestone that he had taken from Cellina was also frantically releasing its power.

The dazzling golden light and the shadows of the trees should have illuminated this space, turning this otherwise dark space into a space filled with two colors of light.

But the truth is, these rays of light cannot even leave the surface of their own bodies.

The space I was in seemed to be the purest darkness in the world.

It swallowed up all the light.

Soon, that familiar sense of fear returned.

That fear of darkness, which originated from the very beginning of humankind and is deeply buried in the soul.

At that moment, Roland understood the reason for his previous fear.

However, this is clearly not good news.

He glimpsed an indescribable, majestic being.

The great being who arose from pure darkness was gazing upon Roland with a "vision" that defied human understanding.

Almost instantly, Roland's consciousness began to dissipate and he became delirious.

For the first time, an intuition about death, which he had never experienced before, arose in Roland's mind.

But he soon realized that this was not death.

Instead, it returned to this dim darkness.

Even though the being before him seemed to be merely watching him, Roland's reason and consciousness began to dissolve in the pure darkness, merging with the space itself.

That's how it should have been.

Just as Roland's consciousness was about to completely dissipate and his eyes were about to close in peaceful sleep, Roland's eyes suddenly opened.

Her originally lake-green eyes turned golden at this moment.

His trench coat began to transform into a tattered yet rustic suit of armor.

A golden seed began to sprout in Roland's consciousness, as if something was about to awaken within Roland's body.

The indescribable being, hidden in pure darkness, seemed to convey a hint of surprise.

He began to manipulate the surrounding darkness, attempting to completely engulf the humans before him.

But then, a huge, shimmering purple crack suddenly appeared in this space.

A giant bone claw tore through the darkness, taking advantage of the fact that the master of this place was not paying attention, and swiftly grabbed Roland and carried him away.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to nip the seed that had sprouted in Roland's mind—the tender shoot that had just emerged.

After a moment of surprise, the owner of the place fell silent, and the pure darkness once again descended into tranquility.

(End of this chapter)