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

Chapter 367 Prototype: Damn it, I'm going to blow it up! Backup hidden energy source!

Clive's face looked terrible.

This greatest traitor of the Papacy, at this moment, only wanted to leave the hunting ground he had carefully chosen for Roland as soon as possible.

Things are out of control.

Even if I leave now, it may make it difficult for me to find a suitable opportunity to deal with Roland in the future.

After all, while Roland was able to contend with a bishop-level powerhouse at this moment, it was only temporary.

The recent frequent setbacks are the best proof of this.

Even a bishop like Ayka, the Bishop of Fear, who is not known for direct combat, was able to corner Roland after breaking through his attack methods.

Roland was almost strangled to death just now.

But in that short period of time, a time so short it was almost immeasurable, the world changed dramatically!
With a thunder spear falling from the sky, Aika, the old bishop who had lived even longer than himself and had even obtained a divine body, was turned into a charred corpse.

Clive was not afraid because of the death of his colleague.

Because he knew very well that after receiving a divinely bestowed body, a person was no longer simply human.

Under the supreme grace of the Lord, the boundary between life and death is dissolved.

But the problem is...

A divinely bestowed body can go out of control.

Ultimately, it is a power bestowed by the gods, and mortals cannot completely control it.

Perhaps the priest and the priestess, being beings who can communicate directly with the supreme lord, could do this, but clearly Aika is not among them.

Clive knew he had to run away when he sensed that Aika's life force and magical energy were not weakening or disappearing with the bombardment of the lightning spear, but instead becoming even stronger.

He can no longer summon clones to shield himself from bullets.

If I die now, I'm really going to die.

Without much hesitation, Clive unleashed his full power, pouring out countless spells. Even the prototype, which was almost immune to magic, had to stop and watch as the opponent quickly left the barrier.

After losing its primary target, the prototype immediately turned its guns on its former temporary teammate, Cherlinina.

Fortunately, compared to the prototype, Cellina was more agile, and with the help of Polycia's support and dragon breath, she successfully took to the air and temporarily escaped the prototype's attack.

Meanwhile, Rosne, who was locked in combat with Dracula, grew anxious: "Let's stop here. I'm leaving now and will not get involved in what happens next."

"Or, if you want to take me down with you, I'd be more than happy to."

"My Lord's grace is about to spiral out of control; you should be able to sense the magical fluctuations, shouldn't you?"

Dracula remained silent, but stopped his spellcasting.

Seeing that Dracula had stopped, Rosne did as she had said and left the battlefield immediately, abandoning her plans to kill Roland and retrieve the prototype. She disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, only Roland and the unsure of Aika remained on the battlefield.

And the prototype that charged toward Roland after losing its second target.

Roland simply wasn't in the mood to deal with the prototypes that were charging towards them with such ferocity.

He stared solemnly at the charred corpse before him.

There was no breathing, no heartbeat, and even the soul had fallen silent.

But... the distorted life force, which was still rising wildly, had already stirred up small vortexes of magical energy around the corpse.

Soon, Roland discovered the thing that was making him uneasy.

That's the aura of an evil god!
It was not the usual smell of pollution, but a purer, more chaotic and disordered force!

Just like when I went to the "territory" of that Black Lord.

Although they do not originate from the same evil god, the sense of oppression and powerlessness they bring are exactly the same.

Clearly, these Chaos Brotherhood lunatics have used unimaginable methods to harness the power of those evil gods for their own purposes!
The next moment, Roland's ominous suspicion was confirmed.

The charred corpse began to shed its outer shell, revealing tender, new flesh inside, just like the skin of a newborn baby.

But then, the wound that Roland had cut open and then stitched up with unknown threads suddenly reopened.

A large amount of purplish-black flesh and blood gushed out, while Aika's original body was like an open bag, spewing out seemingly endless streams of dark flesh and blood.

This scene made Roland feel nauseous, and he felt utterly helpless.

With the appearance of this dark flesh, the surrounding magical environment, and even the flow of small-source magic within Roland's body, became problematic.

Not only can I not use spells and rune magic, but even the function of accelerating the flow of magic power within the magic circuit cannot be used normally.

In other words, Roland's previous buffs hadn't worn off yet, and he still possessed the physical strength of a top-tier ninth-ring legendary rank.

But having lost his means of mass destruction, he could only protect himself in the face of everything before him.

Even worse, with the occurrence of the anomaly, Aika's body was suspended in mid-air as if it were being lifted by threads.

Behind it was a flesh and blood creature more than ten meters tall.

Although Aika's distorted face is still visible at its top, this individual is no longer related to Aika himself.

Unfortunately, the prototype launched an attack at that very moment.

Even with the blessing of the Holy Sword and the Great Source, and even without the ability to use spell counters and the Spear of the Boundary, these prototypes were no match for Roland.

But just after the three prototypes were repelled, the flesh-and-blood creations that emerged from Aika's corpse began to unleash their true power.

What spewed from its mouth was hundreds of times more pitch-black sludge, and small, twisted monsters hiding within it.

Like a tsunami, it poured down from the mountainside, frantically devouring everything in its path.

Whether it's flowers, trees, insects, birds, or monsters, anything stained by this dark mud disappears almost instantly.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The five prototypes that were constantly besieging Roland suddenly abandoned their attack, as if they had suddenly changed their behavior after obtaining higher-level operational orders.

The Demon King on Dragonback suddenly had a bad feeling. A strong unease prompted him to rapidly search his fragmented memories, trying to glean answers about the prototype's basic operational commands. Meanwhile, Polycia unleashed her full power.

The dragon's breath formed a massive wall of fire, blocking the gushing black mud at the foot of the mountain and preventing it from spreading further.

This action was not ordered by anyone; it was simply a manifestation of her deep-seated disgust and fear of the black mud as she used this power.

We must not let it spread!

This was what Polycia was thinking.

To this end, she hovered in mid-air, constantly spewing out eerie purple dragon breath to maintain the existence of the wall of fire.

Roland was also keeping an eye on the prototype's progress.

These two- or three-meter-tall black iron lumps put away their weapons, then gathered together and seemed to stand in some kind of formation.

Next, the prototypes began drawing arrays behind the fire wall created by Polycia... What were they planning to do?
Just then, the Demon King on the dragon's back suddenly looked at Roland with a look of horror, and shouted loudly while slapping Polycia's dragon back.

"Stop dawdling! Run!"

"These lumps of metal are about to self-destruct!!!"

"???"

Roland looked at the demon king on the dragon's back with a puzzled expression: "What did you say?! Self-destruct?!"

"Why did you install this feature on this?!"

"I was just using a metaphor in a way you can understand!" the Demon King cursed without any decorum. "Don't just stand there! I can't command this dragon!"

"Hurry up and get on! We have to go!"

"I'll explain what happened later!"

"If we keep dragging this out, we'll all be wiped out here!"

Upon hearing this, Roland leaped onto the dragon's back, but had not yet deactivated his enhanced state.

Even the time-limited Projection Sun Rune skill still has more than ten minutes left.

Let's talk about it after we're completely out of danger.

"Pollysia, stop, fly further away!"

"But what about all this black mud, Lord Roland? I can't..."

"Run! Polycia, only those who survive have the right to talk about the future!"

Polysia didn't say anything more, and soon turned and flew towards the city of Heria.

Roland looked around.

It seems that both Clive and the one-eyed bishop have already run away.

The fact that these black muds could make such beings choose to abandon their nearly successful plans and leave means that these muds are not even a real disaster; at best, they are just an appetizer.

Even Dracula left first.

As Polycia flew away, the fire wall, now without a backup, was immediately overwhelmed by the black mud, which then rushed towards the location of the five prototype units.

Thanks to their robust build, the prototypes' movements were not hindered in any way.

Even the most sturdy armor showed signs of damage from the bites of those small monsters with terrifying mouthparts.

Ten seconds after Roland chose to leave, a blinding white light flashed, followed by terrifying spatial turbulence and immeasurable magical turbulence.

Almost instantly, Roland was certain that the group, who hadn't had time to fly far, had been swept into the spatial turbulence.

This is not good news...

The violent shockwave even caused the already exhausted Polycia to let out a painful howl.

The Demon King's cybernetic body was destroyed in that instant, but fortunately the gauntlet that stored his soul was not damaged.

Cellina's condition was also not good; even with the protection of the Sun Stone, she had fallen into a coma.

Only Roland, who was still in enhanced state, was unharmed.

After casually retrieving a few clumps of the Demon King's remnant souls that had exploded from the prototype, Roland used the Boundary-Breaking Spear with all his might for the first time amidst the spatial turbulence.

"Open it for me!"

A miracle occurred. The group, who might have drifted in the chaotic spatial currents for who knows how long, managed to find a way out thanks to Roland's miraculous and powerful actions.

Although we don't know where the exit is, it's better than being stuck here any longer.

Seeing that there was an exit, Polycia used her last bit of strength to lead the others out of the turbulent current.

……

On the vast snowfield, Roland gasped for breath, then bent down and picked up Polysia, who had been forcibly placed inside the Soul-Nourishing Sphere to rest.

Then he pinned the Demon King, who had returned to his gauntlet-like state and was currently in a deep sleep, to his waist, and glanced at the remnant soul he had hastily preserved using rune magic.

The total number of souls released from the self-destruction of these five prototypes was less than half of any previous harvest.

He turned his head to look around.

There were no landmarks, and only dark, gloomy clouds scattered snowflakes in the sky.

Sure enough, we arrived at a place we didn't know where.

And... my body has finally reached its limit...

As the effect of the projected Sun Rune ended, Roland's Holy Sword Amplification Form was also forced to end.

The intense pain and the emptiness after his magic was drained caused Roland to almost faint instantly.

But in the end, he endured the pain and helped Cherlinina, who had also fallen in the snow, up and placed her under a tree before finally losing consciousness.

(End of this chapter)