Roa didn't give the other party a chance to deny it, but continued on his own: "It's the Sunlight Scripture, one of the Six Scriptures of the Slane Theocracy's direct subordinate special intelligence unit, right?"
Although it was an interrogative sentence, it was said with a tone of certainty.
The Six Scriptures of the Slane Theocracy were a group of terrifying existences.
They each had their own duties, their own specialties, and their own positions. Everyone's powers and obligations were about the same. They were responsible for different fields of work in the Slane Theocracy, but one thing was undeniable, and that was that they all possessed chilling power.
Among them, the most famous was the Black Scripture, the strongest of the Six Scriptures.
The evaluation of the Black Scripture in this world was that it was terribly strong.
It was said that each member of the Black Scripture was a person who had stepped into the hero domain.
Although the hero domain was only a group of fifth-tier guys, this combat power was already considered a prominent figure in this world.
Although the Sunlight Scripture wasn't as terrifying as the Black Scripture, its strength wouldn't be too bad.
They didn't have many people. Even if the reserve members were included, the total number was less than a hundred. And if you wanted to join the Sunlight Scripture, you had to be able to use the third-tier magic, which was the highest level magic that ordinary magic casters could learn.
And the purpose of forming such a team was only to wipe out demi-human villages and carry out some shady operations.
The guys in front of them were the bait thrown out. There were also trump cards behind them. Of course, the so-called trump cards weren't left to the people in the village, but to the one who was about to take the bait.
The one who was called the strongest warrior by the kingdom and the surrounding neighboring countries.
"You, what are you talking about? I don't understand anything."
At this moment, the faces of the two people couldn't be described as grim anymore. There was no blood on their faces at all, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling, and their expressions were extremely wonderful.
Roa shrugged and said casually: "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it." Saying this, the corner of Roa's mouth curled up, with a faint mocking meaning, he reached out, magic power began to gather continuously again, forming a curved lightning bolt, and attacked one of the knights in the team.
They weren't the main force. The task they were dispatched to was only to slaughter some defenseless villagers. How could they have thought that a god like Roa would pop out in the middle?
A group of people who were struck by lightning wailed one after another, quickly fell to the ground, and lost their voices. The noisy sounds were mixed together, and the well-trained team quickly became a mess.
Seeing that if this continued, they would all be wiped out sooner or later, Londes gritted his teeth, and instead of choosing to retreat, he roared at the crowd: "Everyone, come with me and tear this guy in front of us to pieces. This guy is only one person. Even if he is a high-level magic caster, his strength can't be too strong! After completing this mission, we will be able to get what we want, and even be promoted and ennobled is possible!"
This sentence was like a stimulant, making the originally low-spirited soldiers become energetic.
Teams of five people began to charge towards where Roa was. The archers in the back drew their bows and set arrows, providing cover for the soldiers in front. Roa looked at the charge of these people in front of him with interest. Roa picked his ears and mocked: "Oh? Instead of running away, you're coming towards me?"
"But ah, Muda Muda Muda Muda!"
No matter how fast the knights charged, it was impossible to be faster than the attack speed of a Stand. magic.
The speed of lightning was extremely fast. Roa reached out and pointed, and a curved lightning bolt fell. The only thing that could limit Roa was his magic power bar.
But unfortunately, Roa's mana bar was maxed out, in a perpetual motion machine state. How could it be exhausted?
Lightning was endless. Roa flicked his ten fingers at will, and ten lightning bolts would shoot out. And for these ordinary soldiers, it was impossible to avoid these lightning bolts, and they would definitely die if they were hit.
As for the arrows shot out, Roa reached out his index finger and said to the front: "ZA WARUDO!"
In the next moment, Roa's figure disappeared in place. When he appeared again, he was already standing ten steps away, and the archers who shot the arrows had been pierced through the throat by the arrows.
Londes's face twitched. He looked at Roa in disbelief. Even with Londes's eyesight, he couldn't capture any of Roa's actions just now.
Roa looked at the shocked expressions on these guys' faces and felt very comfortable in his heart.
If the battle wasn't too boring, he could have followed up with the meme "I'm really getting high, aren't I?".
But unfortunately, these guys were all trash.
Londes's expression at this moment could be described as desperate. A group of people rushed up, but less than half of them came back, which made his heart cool.
A desperate atmosphere began to spread in everyone's hearts. Under the influence of this atmosphere, a noble next to him could no longer bear this pressure and began to roar at Londes: "Damn it, look at what you've done, you're an idiot who's letting the soldiers under your command die, what are you?"
Londes's face was ashen, and his right hand clenched into a fist. All the soldiers in the field except for this guy in front of him could accuse him, and he could accept it even if they scolded him.
But what was this guy?
He dared to accuse himself of being such a clown-like existence? What was he?
Belius, as if he hadn't seen Londes's ashen face, continued to explode: "Stupid, you should have let these soldiers cover my retreat from here. Wouldn't it have been better to run away earlier? You're still going up to die when you can't beat them. What else can you call you but a pig brain? Idiot!"
Londes, facing Belius's questioning, glared and shouted: "What are you talking about? You're letting them die to cover your escape? What a joke!"
Facing this questioning, Belius showed an indifferent expression, and continued to say in a mocking tone: "What? This way, you can still give these civilians a last bit of value and fight for a chance of survival for the noble me. Isn't this better than letting them die meaninglessly like this?"
The accumulated anger finally reached its limit at this moment. Londes cursed "cunt" and clenched his fists tightly with both hands. His eyes seemed to want to cut the young man in front of him into thousands of pieces.
Londes was undoubtedly a proud person, and his ability was also very outstanding. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the position of captain at such a young age. If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of an airborne person, he would have been the one commanding the army.
Unlike Belius, who treated his subordinates as props to be used and thrown away, Londes actually treated his brothers as his own people and felt pain for a long time for every death.
He would naturally feel guilty for losing so many brothers because of his choices.
However, at this moment, after hearing Belius's words, all the so-called guilt was transformed into anger.
His fists had already been raised above his head, and in the next moment, they would slam hard on the young man's face. The young man wasn't good at fighting in the first place, and he was no match for Londes. Seeing the other party going crazy, he subconsciously took a few steps back. He was also taken aback by Londes's appearance. Perhaps in his opinion, the other party didn't dare to do anything to him.
But the fists suspended in mid-air were real. While being flustered, he took out his background and shouted at Londes: "What do you want to do? Do you know who's behind me? Try touching me!"
Londes's raised hand was suspended in mid-air. Seeing that there was a chance, Belius hurriedly increased his efforts and said, "Five hundred, five hundred gold coins, as long as you let me live, these five hundred gold coins are yours. I won't pursue these stupid things you've done."
It was fine if he didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, the anger in Londes's heart surged again. This time, his fist didn't hesitate at all, and slammed hard on Belius's nose, knocking Belius off his horse.
Roa watched this scene with interest. The two people's quarrel and infighting were naturally seen by Roa. Of course, Roa wouldn't let a few people run away. In the next moment, Roa's figure appeared on the path where the knight was preparing to escape.
Roa raised his hand again. Everyone gritted their teeth. If it was still Lightning Strike, they could only gamble, betting that they were lucky enough not to be the target of Lightning Strike.
But when the youth's voice came, Londes's face changed drastically.
Because what the youth chanted wasn't the third-tier magic Lightning, but the fifth-tier magic Dragon Lightning!
This guy in front of him was actually a hero who had reached the realm beyond humans!
Being able to use fifth-tier magic was crowned with the name of hero.
What was a hero?
Reaching a realm that ordinary people couldn't reach, doing things that ordinary people couldn't do. Such a person would be called a hero.
And this guy in front of him wearing a white magic robe, his strength had actually reached this point?
White light rose, and electric light intertwined with white light. Under Londes's desperate gaze, a white electric shock that looked like a flying dragon suddenly appeared on Roa's right hand. Electric light and thunder light surged violently, emitting a dazzling light.
A destructive aura that had been compressed to the extreme was revealed, causing Londes's scalp to tingle.
And in the next moment, this terrifying lightning disappeared in a flash under Roa's gentle finger, and the violent lightning instantly wrapped around the soldiers who were running away in the front.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa...!"
The knights were immediately enveloped by lightning, their whole bodies emitted a dazzling white light and violent thunder light, and they let out a shrill scream.
Before long, the knights were like charred charcoal, smoking, and fell straight down.
The range of the Dragon Lightning was very large, and almost all the soldiers in the front were killed at this moment.
All the charging soldiers stopped in their tracks, and an emotion called fear began to spread, gradually occupying their brains.
Belius's expression became extremely ugly at this moment. He shouted at Londes in disbelief: "Wasn't it already confirmed? It's just a simple task of wiping out the surrounding villages. Why would such a powerful guy appear?"
"Damn it, don't yell, I don't even dare to believe my own eyes." Londes roared, and the knights could even hear the trembling in Londes's voice.
The fifth-tier magic that only heroes who had transcended humanity and reached the realm beyond humans could use. And now, a person who could use this kind of magic appeared in front of them and stood on the opposite side.
Roa raised his eyes, looked at these knights in front of him who had fallen into a daze and had a look of despair, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a mocking smile.
"Too weak, too weak, you guys are like this, it can't make me enjoy myself."
The scene was silent, and no one dared to speak. At this moment, Londes's heart was also ashen.
Roa didn't care what these guys in front of him thought, and continued: "Well then, since you're not coming over, then I'll go over."
After speaking, he walked forward slowly.
His pace was unhurried and quite comfortable, but these people in the field didn't have a bit of relaxed mood.
When death was really placed in front of them, how many of these well-trained soldiers could remain calm?
Some retreated, some ran away, some cried and begged for mercy, and some wept bitterly.
The scene was chaotic. Knights who ran away were killed, soldiers who shouted loudly were killed, and soldiers who retreated were also killed.
This naturally included Belius.
Soon, there was only one person left in the field.
It was Londes, the only one Roa left who still had some backbone.
His legs were trembling, looking like he might kneel down at any moment, but even so, he stood there trembling.
Roa walked up to Londes and curiously sized up the seemingly backbone-filled guy in front of him.
Roa opened his mouth and asked, "Not running away?"
Londes was silent for a moment before answering, "I can't escape."
Roa smiled and continued to ask, "Then why don't you try begging for mercy? Maybe I'll be in a good mood and let you go?"
At this moment, Londes didn't say anything anymore.
Roa shrugged and turned to say, "Then let's see if you can kill me."
This time, Londes squeezed out a word with great difficulty.
"Okay."
Three seconds later, a corpse fell to the ground, his chest pierced through by the magic wand in an instant.
Roa shook off the blood on the magic wand, glanced at the knight corpses scattered all over the place, and after confirming that there were no knights pretending to be dead, he looked at the villagers who were looking around in the center of the village.
The expressions on the villagers' faces were different. Some were grateful for surviving the disaster, some were grateful for Roa's help, but more people had a faint fear and worship on their faces.
It was fear of the strong, and it was also worship of the strong.
Roa didn't care, raised his magic wand and waved it casually, and soil rose up, and the corpses lying on the ground began to be swallowed by the mud little by little. Soon, all the corpses lying on the ground disappeared without a trace.