Chapter 159 Kill
Just when he was thinking about which principality or kingdom to join.

Above them, Roland floated in the air, looking down silently at everyone below.

After all, the alchemist left quietly, so the people who were brought out by the alchemist were basically his immediate relatives and confidants, belonging to a community of interests closely connected with him. Normally, when the alchemist ate meat, they could also have a sip of soup, so there was basically no possibility of betrayal.

Roland closed his eyes and spread his mental power in all directions, calmly locking onto all the living beings below.

Since you've followed him out, just die.

After locking onto everyone, Roland opened his eyes. Then, hundreds of dark balls of light appeared around him and quickly bombarded downwards.

When the ball of light fell from the sky, some extraordinary people in the team also found something wrong.

Urged by the sense of danger that was surging in their hearts, they did not hesitate at all and decisively used their strongest defensive measures.

In a short time, all kinds of equipment and props such as enchanted equipment, alchemical potions, spell scrolls, etc. were quickly used up by them.

However, their reaction was too late, and most of the equipment and props were ineffective, and the dark ball of light hit them directly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless explosions erupted one after another.

By the time the bombing was over, the team on the ground had suffered heavy losses. Except for a few seriously injured knights and a few spellcasters who reacted in time and were half-crippled but not dead, all the others died in this attack.

Roland did not hesitate and stretched out his index finger. Several faint black beams flew out from his fingers and easily penetrated their heads.

After extinguishing all the people around the campfire, Roland turned his gaze towards the direction of the carriage.

The wealthy alchemist naturally paid great attention to his own safety, and the trigger-type defense measures on his body ensured that even if he did not react, he could actively help him intercept the attack.

However, his life was saved, but the carriage and horses were not so lucky, as they were all destroyed in the attack.

The alchemist's face was livid. He stood on the wreckage of the carriage, looking at the people dead by the campfire, and spoke to Roland with gritted teeth.

"You broke the rules! I'll take responsibility for my mistakes alone, why do you want to involve them?"

"Even if we were responsible for the bombing, you just want my property, right? I've given up all my properties in Ginza, so why are you chasing me? Are you going to take away even the last bit of my possessions?"

"I was stopped by you. Fine, I admit defeat. But why did you kill them?"

Roland looked at him expressionlessly without answering.

Seeing that Roland did not answer, the alchemist looked at the body that was blown into pieces by Roland, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

His brothers, wife and children were all killed in this wave of attacks.

"Why do you kill them? Even the Inquisition has no right to kill them! You murderer."

He raised his head, looked at Roland, and accused loudly.

Roland turned a page in the Grimoire as if nothing had happened and said coldly.

"So, these are your last words?"

Hearing Roland's words, the alchemist's pupils shrank suddenly and he looked at Roland in disbelief. He subconsciously took a step back and the tears on his face stopped.

He pointed at Roland with his right hand, trembling, and said with a tone of fear that could not be concealed. "You want to kill me? You want to kill me?! You want to kill me!!"

"How dare you! I'm a noble! I'm an alchemist! Not even that old radiant thing or the Inquisition has the right to kill me!!"

In fear of death, he howled hysterically.

"Why do you want to kill me? Why?!"

Roland slowly descended from mid-air. A pitch-black spear condensed in his hand. As he condensed it, he slowly walked towards the alchemist.

"No, no no no no no no."

Under Roland's lock and the undisguised malice and murderous intent of the high-level life form, the alchemist, who had never been sublimated, did not even have the courage to turn around and run away. He could only watch Roland approach while sensing the increasingly strong malice and murderous intent.

Every step Roland took continued to intensify the fear in his heart.

He kept wailing.

"I can be your slave, please, don't kill me, don't kill me."

"Why, what on earth did I do to provoke you?"

As the alchemist kept begging for mercy, Roland calmly walked up to him. Then, he grasped the black spear, and as the alchemist looked on in despair, the black spear pierced his heart.

When the black spear pierced through his body, the dark element that Roland had attached with strong corrosiveness began to spread wildly in his body.

At the same time, the soul in his body was forcibly absorbed by the spear, contaminated, crushed, and devoured inch by inch.

The alchemist's eyes widened at the double torture of body and soul.

"what!!!!"

The extremely tragic screams instantly resounded throughout the world.

Just when the alchemist was about to die from the pain, a little positive energy and life force would emerge from the black spear that pierced his body, cutting off the possibility of him dying from the pain. He could only watch his flesh being corroded and destroyed by the dark elements, and his soul being completely polluted, shattered, and swallowed up.

Looking at the alchemist with a hideous face due to pain, Roland felt nothing in his heart.

He was just imitating the explosion in the New East District.

The souls of those who were killed in the explosion also suffered this kind of torture, but the souls of ordinary people were more fragile and they were gone within a few seconds.

Thinking of this, Roland turned his head and looked at the corpse next to him. With a wave of his hand, he extracted all the souls from the corpse.

Then Roland made his selection.

For those who had nothing to do with the explosion, Roland killed them easily by squeezing them to death. For those who had something to do with the explosion, Roland threw them directly into the alchemist's body and roughly sewed their souls together, letting them hold on for a while longer and suffer a little longer.

The alchemist's wailing lasted throughout the second half of the night. When the first ray of sunlight shone from the horizon and stopped on Roland's silent profile, the alchemist stopped wailing. His body, which had been completely corroded by the dark elements, slowly fell to the ground and shattered into countless black fragments.

Roland silently looked at the pile of black debris in front of him and the black spear floating above. With a wave of his hand, the black spear turned into scattered dark elements, which slowly merged into the surrounding environment under the illumination of a few rays of sunlight.

(End of this chapter)