[What the hell? What's going on?!]
At that very moment, the sudden turn of events on the battlefield below left Zhou Xu, flying through the air, momentarily stunned.
When Holy Roland I had led his troops in a fierce assault on Copper Furnace Fortress earlier, Zhou Xu had already thought the man was out of his mind. Had he finally gone completely insane?
Though he grumbled inwardly, Zhou Xu never once stopped controlling the water serpent. He directed it toward Holy Roland I, intent on strangling him.
At the same time, a large amount of viscous blood kept spilling from the severed neck of Marshal Adolf's head, splattering the ground in front of Holy Roland I. As it flowed outward, it rapidly formed one symbol after another.
Faced with the water serpent closing in to strangle him, Holy Roland I ignored it completely and continued his wicked chant, allowing Zhou Xu to control the serpent and bind his body.
Without the protection of a shield or armor, Holy Roland I's fleshly body rapidly twisted and deformed under the water serpent's constriction.
With a sharp crack, Holy Roland I's neck was twisted apart on the spot. His head hung at a bizarre angle, connected to his body by nothing but the flesh on the surface.
Yet even in that state, Holy Roland I's mouth never stopped. One strange intonation after another continued to issue from it.
Gradually, blood plasma the color of dark red began to seep from his mouth, nostrils, and the other seven apertures, just as it had from his eyes.
During this process, his body began to swell as though afflicted with edema. Beneath his skin—or rather, inside his body—something seemed to be writhing, and the movements grew increasingly violent.
With the final intonation leaving his mouth, the