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

Chapter 366 You were spying on me, weren't you?

As Aika's consciousness entered Roland's mental world, preparing to use her own methods to awaken the things that haunted his heart.

Roland from outside had already reached him.

Even though Roland was already under the control of Aika's spell, and his soul had entered a brief slumber.

But his body was still carrying out the commands of battle.

The two-handed greatsword named Dawn of Destruction in Roland's hand seemed to have taken over his body at this moment, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks that compressed the space for Aika to dodge.

This forced Ika to temporarily suspend her spellcasting and avoid Roland's attack.

And whether it was just my imagination or not, after Roland's soul entered a brief slumber, his sword-wielding movements and the sense of oppression became even stronger!

Coupled with the holy sword that had inexplicably become like liquid, Aika was extremely annoyed at this moment.

In a fit of anger, he gritted his teeth and accelerated the operation of his technique.

Immediately afterwards, he saw what Roland feared most.

……

In a dimly lit space, Roland sat on a stone throne with his eyes closed.

Is this what that guy fears most?

Aika couldn't believe what she was seeing.

After confirming repeatedly that his technique had not failed, he couldn't care less about anything else.

Since receiving the spell from the supreme lord and fully mastering it, he has seen some strange and daunting sources of fear.

By simply materializing it, it is equivalent to creating a source of fear entity with special attack attributes and combat power almost identical to the target's original body.

It can be considered a variant of dream magic.

Just as Aika was about to repeat her old trick, Roland on the throne opened his eyes and stared directly at Aika, who was about to cast a spell.

"You...you're looking at me, aren't you?"

In the space of consciousness, Roland rose from his throne, and then a simple robe, bearing the marks of time, replaced his original attire.

A seemingly ordinary spear has replaced the holy sword that Roland originally held.

Aika instinctively sensed a kind of fear.

This is the result of the technique backlash!
The next moment, Roland's spear pierced through the portion of his spiritual power that had infiltrated Roland's consciousness.

Meanwhile, outside, Roland began to emanate the power of the World Tree.

The World Tree's Protection activated! It directly nullified the Fear Bishop's surgical technique.

Moreover, the greatsword of the Destroyer Dawn struck the bishop directly, who was in a brief, painful pause due to the triple blows of spell backlash, spell failure, and damage to his consciousness.

The blade of the Desolate Dawn, enveloped by the liquid holy sword Durandal, began slashing from the bishop's neck down, until it tore open a huge wound that almost pierced through the bishop's entire chest.

If it weren't for the instinct for survival that made him take two steps back, this strike, a guaranteed hit imbued with the Holy Sword's defense-ignoring and magic-suppressing properties, would likely have cleaved him in two on the spot.

Roland's previously vacant gaze returned to normal in an instant.

Roland's attack temporarily ended, and just as Polycia passed overhead, she also breathed a dragon's breath carrying the divinity of death at the Archbishop of Fear, Eka.

If nothing unexpected happens, as long as the dragon's breath hits, even if the bishop survives by sheer luck, he will definitely lose his fighting ability.

But an accident still happened.

As a bishop, and as an ancient relic like Rosne who survived the combined attack of the Demon King's army and the human alliance three hundred years ago, Aika is no longer a simple human.

The concentration of the blessing from the Whisperers of Eternity within him had long since transformed him into a monster.

No blood flowed from the huge wound that had been cut open.

Only a thick, tar-like liquid flowed from his chest.

Then, eyes began to grow on the flowing, black, viscous substance, and even began to split. One after another, strange little figures, each with an eye on them and over thirty centimeters tall, opened their terrifying mouths, resembling those of lampreys, and surged toward Roland.

Just then, Polycia's dragon breath struck, effortlessly clearing away the black, sludge that had caused Roland to lose his mind.

However, the magical aura belonging to that Bishop of Fear not only did not disappear, but instead expanded even more.

Where the Bishop of Fear had been standing, the bishop who had previously resembled a human being now appeared to have retained only a human form.

His once pitch-black eye sockets were now deathly white, and two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face, painting a bizarre picture on his equally pale and gaunt face.

The lips that had previously looked as if they had been sewn shut were now stretched out to the sides, revealing a horrifying smile.

The massive wound that Roland had inflicted on the neck with his holy sword, starting below the neck, was now stitched up with a thin thread, preventing Roland from severing it in two.

A purple halo of thorns appeared behind his head, accompanied by a surge of pitch-black energy that began to rise from beneath his feet.

Dracula, who was locked in combat with Rosne, frowned. After forcing back his opponent, whom neither could gain the upper hand, he looked solemnly toward Roland's direction.

Even Clive, who was struggling to fight Cellina and the five prototypes, took a break and looked over.

Perhaps because of their proximity, after the prototype's small space was destroyed, the vast army of familiars and the five prototypes immediately launched an attack on Clive, who was closest to them.

The demon named Cellina quickly realized this as well. Instead of rushing in for a fight, she used her stealth skills to weave in attacks during the gaps in the prototype's attacks.

Even so, Clive managed to handle it relatively easily.

His goal has been clear from the beginning. But the current situation on the field makes him realize that things can't be delayed any longer.

"They actually unleashed their divinely bestowed body... and they've already managed to force a bishop to resort to their last resort?"

"We can't let this guy continue to grow."

Clive's heart sank at the thought that Roland's strength had improved so much in just a few days.

It should be understood that a divinely bestowed body is almost the greatest power that the supreme Lord can grant.

A person with this ability is like an agent of God on earth, capable of exercising some of God's powers.

Clive was surprised that the Archbishop of Fear had gone this far, and also surprised that the other party had been driven to such a point!

How long has it been since the battle started, and he was forced to reveal his trump card by a seventh-ring transcendent?
Even the rulers of those royal courts probably couldn't have done this! But Roland did it!
It seems that calling on a few teammates before taking action was the right choice; otherwise, success might not have been possible.

Barrow, the strongest fighter and a battle maniac, led all the nine-ring recipients to draw fire and prevent reinforcements from the Holy See and the Society from arriving.

Lausney was stopped by the infamous Dracula.

He himself was surrounded by five prototype machines, and also besieged by a demon guard with the strength of a ninth-ring...

Of course, the biggest variable is Roland himself.

The Demon King, who was watching the battle from the dragon's back, frowned as he stared at the dark, surging tide below.

Upon seeing these things, a feeling of disgust welled up from the depths of her soul: "Pollysia, can you still use dragon breath?"

"...It can't be used continuously anymore, but I believe Lord Roland must have his own method."

The Demon King remained silent for a while: "That's right... I'll keep an eye on the situation here. Fly towards that old man Clive and see if I can regain control of the prototype."

"Even without a solution, Cherlinina is currently facing the most difficulties on the three battlefields. Even with the help of the Primal Runestone, there are still some gaps that cannot be bridged."

"This old man is clearly after Roland. Although he has been defending against the prototype's attack, his eyes have hardly left Roland's location."

"Keep an eye on him!"

……

Faced with the rapidly spreading, pitch-black tide that arrived in front of Roland in the blink of an eye, Roland instinctively tried to use Flash to dodge, but quickly realized that Flash could not be used within this barrier.

"Inherent time control!"

Time slowed its flow, and Roland avoided the eerie black mud. He tried to activate the World Tree's protection, but it didn't work.

"Isn't it a spell-based ability?"

Without breaking free from the constraints of time, Roland instead increased the efficiency of the spell's operation, instantly closing in on the drastically altered Bishop of Fear, Eka.

Just as Roland was about to launch his righteous backstab, the head of the Fear Archbishop Eka suddenly turned 180 degrees, looking at Roland in an extremely distorted posture.

Immediately afterwards, Roland felt as if he had been struck by something.

The sudden, massive impact to his chest sent Roland flying backward uncontrollably until he crashed into the mountainside and came to a stop.

"Cough cough..."

Roland coughed. Although protected by steel, he was not seriously injured, but he was still a little dizzy from the blow.

Looking down at his chest, he saw a purplish-black scar trying to spread across Roland's limbs and bones, but it was burned away by the power of the Sun Runestone before it could spread much further.

Before Rolando could even adjust his condition, the enemy arrived in an instant.

"That's it."

The Archbishop of Fear, Aika, uttered a strange, inhuman tone, reached out and grabbed Roland by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him heavily against the rock wall.

Then the cliff face that Roland was leaning against began to turn into a pool of black silt.

Even though Roland summoned the Spear of the Sun immediately and used runic magic to burn away the filth that was approaching him, it was clearly just a smokescreen.

Or perhaps... this dark silt is merely the aftershock of the bishop's use of power.

Looking at Roland, who seemed to be struggling to survive, a hint of satisfaction appeared on Eikana's terrifying face.

Roland chuckled to himself.

He's using a counter-damage ability.

A counterattack that doesn't arrive in time usually signifies extraordinary power.

Calculating the time, it’s almost over.

"boom!"

In an instant, it got dark.

Dark clouds instantly obscured the sky, the chaotic magic, and the hair standing on end in everyone present, all seemed like a harbinger of something.

The next moment, a huge and blurry figure formed of lightning swung its hammer handle from the sky to the ground.

The enormous thunder hammer, which covered the entire territory of Wislow, descended from the sky. Just before it struck the enemy, it transformed into a highly concentrated spear of thunder, rising from the crown of his head and piercing through the body of the Fear Bishop Aika.

All of this happened in just two seconds. Two seconds later, the Fear Archbishop Aika, who was about to strangle Roland, turned into a charred human-shaped corpse.

Roland, however, remained vigilant: "Still alive?! The magical reaction is even expanding?!"

(End of this chapter)