The light of happiness suddenly rose.
Invisible, mysterious ripples bloomed in overlapping layers like a lotus pedestal, like water splashed across the ground, slowly descending.
In Roland's deep gaze, the magic swaying like a heat haze seemed to have frozen.
This was not because he had manipulated time, but because the Demon Gods' completely unrestrained power had distorted even the world.
The Demon Gods' swift, surging assault was thousands of times more dazzling than before.
Although their flaws in both mentality and power were laughable, the Demon Gods' purity and strength were beyond question when it came to destructive force alone.
Even after compressing themselves, their presence in the world amounted to nothing more than adding a pair of snow boots atop thin, snow-covered ice.
If they stamped down recklessly, the ice would still crack.
This was precisely the fundamental reason the Demon Gods felt so secure.
But just as Roland had said, such methods were already obsolete against him now.
Watching the immense force bearing down on him, Roland did not even raise his eyelids.
Amid silently spreading ripples, the attacks that shook the world vanished without any fuss.
Moreover, unlike before, when they seemed to hit an invisible wall and retained their appearance without their force, this time the Demon Gods' attacks were more like a bottle of water poured into the depths of the ocean.
Although they stirred up waves, they were insignificant to the world itself.
The Demon Gods had already overestimated Roland's power as much as they could, yet they still could not understand what was happening.
"This is..."
Nuada looked bewildered.
It was not surprising that Roland could resolve these problems, but his method left Nuada utterly baffled.
If Roland had used his own body as the vessel for his methods, Nuada would not