The experience gained from sacrificing five lives made Roland realize that the biggest difference between them was the individual. A powerful weapon could easily affect him, while a fixed fortress would become a target of the Sigil of God's Will. Moreover, the other party probably knew the formula of snow powder. If she desperately stuck to him and perished together with him, or directly blew up the roof, he would not be able to waste so many lives.
If he could not restrict the freedom of the Pure Witch, he would definitely lose this battle.
What should he do?
A cage? A directional mine? An electric fence? A laser fence? The answers kept appearing in his mind, but he rejected them one by one. None of them could imprison Zero forever. After his death, he could be at the same spot, or he could be at any corner of the rooftop. Moreover, his energy had obviously reached rock bottom. Continuously creating consumables was no different from wasting the few revivals he had left. If he failed, he might really die the next time.
He wanted to deprive her of her mobility.
He wanted to protect the integrity of the rooftop.
And he wanted to kill her hundreds of times in one breath...
Was this... possible?
Roland took a deep breath. "How many battles like this have you experienced in the past 200 years?"
"More than a thousand times, or more, but only a few left an impression on me," Zero replied. "Their willpower was far stronger than yours, but in the end, they were still defeated by endless death. Few people would choose to continue suffering in the face of a hopeless ending. "She paused for a moment." Do you still want to do what you did before? "
"My hope is indeed low. I just want to satisfy my curiosity before everything ends. Have you ever failed in more than a thousand battles?"
"If I had failed, I wouldn't be standing here."
"Why?" Roland slowly sat down, conserving the little physical strength he had left. "Has no one ever imagined a magma or a deep sea that could defeat you with a stronger spirit before you obtained such a huge amount of spiritual power?"
"This isn't a new idea, but unfortunately, no one has been able to do it." Zero walked up to him and said, "Just changing the place we're standing on would consume as much spiritual power as death, and you want to change the whole world? Only God can do it. "
"There is no God in my world," he said regretfully.
"So you've decided to give up?" The Pure Witch lifted his chin. "Then surrender to me and belong to me."
"I'm sorry," Roland smiled and held Zero's shoulders with both hands. He then gave her a gentle push and said, "I want to try again."
Zero stood up and pulled out her weapon, only to find that the distance between them was constantly widening.
Her expression changed and she wanted to rush over, but she soon noticed that no matter how hard she tried, she could not move forward. Even if she ran at full speed, her body was still sliding backward! Zero lowered her head. The rooftop floor under her feet had become as smooth as a mirror.
However, contrary to her common sense, even though the ground was so slippery, she did not slip. No matter what it did, its body remained motionless, as if it was nailed to the ground.
"It seems that your amazing mobility is no longer useful," Roland said. "Without the support of friction, even a monster like you can't move forward."
"What did you do?" Zero crouched down and tried to use her hands and feet, but she couldn't slow down or change direction. [0↑ 9 △ Small ↓ Say △ Net]
"I just made a small change to the battlefield." He changed to a more comfortable sitting position. "It seems that as long as the change in appearance isn't too big, the consumption of spiritual power to change the environment won't be too excessive. By the way, have you heard of the law of inertia? "
"Inertia …?"
"When an object is not acted upon by an external force, it will remain stationary or moving at a constant speed in a straight line. Of course, you can also call it Newton's First Law. " While speaking, Roland crashed into the railing of the rooftop and stopped. Then, the ground under his feet changed dramatically!
Steel frames grew out of the ground and continuously extended toward the sky. Then, flaky metal covers followed and wrapped these pitch-black frames. Soon, a stele glowing with a cold light appeared behind Roland. Each layer of the stele was evenly divided into ten rectangular units. From afar, it looked like an elongated Rubik's Cube. A black hollow steel pipe extended from the center of each rectangular unit, pointing straight at Zero who was still sliding at a constant speed.
"Now it's my turn."
Zero had already realized that something was wrong. She raised her long sword high and the golden light flashed again.
But this time, Roland was faster.
Nearly a hundred steel pipes roared at the same time. The burning gunpowder instantly heated the air to more than a thousand degrees. The high pressure generated by the rapidly expanding air pushed the shells in the steel pipes out of the pipes and toward the Pure Witch at a speed of 1,900 meters per second. The deafening roar seemed to light up the roof of the teaching building. The campus that had just fallen into the darkness of night was instantly illuminated as if it was daytime!
Hundreds of billions of turrets, trillions of starlight!
The night sky was lit up by fireflies fluttering their wings. Dense spots of light dragged a dazzling trail in the dark night, intersecting and pouring down on the position indicated by the Forerunner. The fireflies tried hard to flap their wings and made a sharp whistling sound as if they were announcing their arrival to the world.
Then they crashed to the ground.
At that moment, the light of the fireflies was magnified tens of thousands of times. Their bodies turned into scorching fragments and scattered in all directions. Accompanied by this dazzling light was a tearing explosion that echoed with the whistling sound in the sky. However, Roland could no longer hear this sonata of metal and gunpowder. When the black square stone spouted the first flame, his eardrums had already been shattered by the high-pitched sound waves. The huge gun barrels roared under him and the hot air made his cheeks hurt, but he was extremely carefree.
Standing on the square stone, the world had become completely different.
The whole rooftop was like divided into an equal chessboard. Each square had a cannon pouring into it. He saw the Pure Witch was lifted up by the airflow of the explosion and rolled up and down like a fallen leaf in a storm. Under the cover of gunfire, no life could survive. When she was reborn, the fireflies of death would follow and engulf her again. She was also unable to dodge. There was no friction on the ground. She couldn't even change the direction of her movement. She could only watch helplessly as the countless light spots dragged long trails of flames as they whistled and fell in front of her.
"This is impossible!"
Zero shouted in disbelief. "You can't create something that doesn't exist out of thin air. This kind of thing... can't exist at all!
After the baptism of countless gunfire, the ground was still as clean as new without a trace of scratch, as if the fireflies flying all over the sky had nothing to do with it. Smoother than a mirror and harder than steel, this kind of thing could not exist at all! The Pure Witch screamed hysterically.
Even if he could not hear her voice, Roland could guess how she felt. He really could not turn himself into a superman, but he could create a power no less than that of a superman.
He changed the distance between atoms on the surface of the ground.
The atoms relied on strong interaction to stick close to each other, like soldiers lined up in a neat row. Such a surface was almost absolutely smooth and had incredible strength. The diamond structure of the tetrahedron was as soft as water in front of it.
Zero's movement was completely confined. She could not run, could not dodge, and could only move up and down with the gunfire. This had nothing to do with willpower, but the huge gap in cognition.
She wanted to activate the Sigil of God's Will several times, but the continuous gunfire would not give her any chance to breathe. Gradually, Zero could not maintain her appearance anymore.
"I beg you, let me go!" Her voice rang directly in Roland's heart.
"Are you going to kill your sister?" Then it turned into Garcia's pleading voice.
"Stop it, beast. You're murdering your family!" Then came Wimbledon III's scolding.
However, Roland was unmoved.
"It's time to end this," he replied in his heart. He replied in his heart. "I will walk the path of fighting against the devil in your place. Rest in peace! "
"No, I won't let you go! "
With Zero's hissing roar, a dazzling blue light instantly lit up the entire night sky.
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