The grinning faces leaned in front of Roger and didn't attack, just watched him quietly.

Being watched by dozens or hundreds of heads at the same time, even if you know that the other person is harmless, is not a good experience.

When Roger stood up, the beast in the distance had already roared into the garden, and with a wave of his hand, it was a bloody wind.

More than a dozen heads collided together, twisted and burst, and the middle-aged man who had entered the garden first was holding a grinning head in admiration.

"What a beautiful flower, every leaf is perfect and flawless." He lowered his head, as if intending to sniff the fragrance of the flowers.

But what he didn't know was that his huge nostrils had almost been stuffed into the pale face's slightly open mouth.

Ignoring the middle-aged man not far away, Roger rolled over the wall as fast as he could, dodging the beast's attack, and rushed to the gate not far away.

Weapons.

He was in dire need of a new weapon.

Although his combat skills are there, his body is too different from the main body that has been strengthened several times.

What's more, the mind is empty and there is not enough spirit to drive the Dharma seal.

Drawing a sword from the weapon hanging from the wall, and when he turned around, the beast outside the castle had already pounced on it with a cold wind.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the corner of his eye swept over, and the man who had finally entered the castle had fallen in a pool of blood.

Beneath the beast was a large expanse of blood, and Roger's sword had almost killed it for half its life.

If you continue to consume, the first person to die must be the other party.

The dying beast seemed to realize this, and the attack became even more frantic, completely ignoring the weapon in Roger's hand and opening its mouth at an exaggerated angle.

Instead of using a flawed flying pounce, he slammed directly into Roger with his strong body.

Roger naturally didn't use this human body to fight a strong beast, and the steps under his feet were agile, in addition to the lightness of a cat, there was also a faint hint of the strangeness of a poisonous snake when it swam away.

In all fairness, the physical fitness of this beast on the other side is completely crushing Roger.

But at this time, Roger, although his body is still within the scope of ordinary people, his consciousness, vision, psychological quality and experience skills have surpassed ordinary human beings by much.

What's more, even in the midst of a crisis, Roger did not have the slightest nervousness or fear.

There are no superfluous moves, and every offensive retreat seems to be carefully calculated.

Precise and fast.

Roger, who was on the verge of danger, was in high spirits, and even his understanding of the swordsmanship in his opponent was a little deeper.

In just a dozen seconds, the beast on the opposite side was left with large and small wounds.

The wounds were large and small, but eventually, when all the wounds all over the body came together, they were accompanied by a serpent-like thrust.

Roger's steel sword stabbed from under the beast's throat, pushing the weapon he had just stuck in the back of his neck with great force.

Poof!

Blood splattered, converging into a pool of blood on the ground.

The beast's massive body slammed to the ground.

Still uneasy, Roger drew his weapon again, following the beast's angry eyes into the depths of his brain.

After doing all this, he was sure that the monster in front of him was completely dead, and he completely relaxed.

The spirit was excited, but the body was an ordinary person's body after all, and it was already exhausted from the battle just now.

Although there is not much trauma on the surface of the body, there are already many muscle strains inside the body, and the whole body is soft and weak.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm his beating heart, when he walked out of the house, Roger saw that the middle-aged man had fallen in the sea of flowers.

Beside him, those beautiful heads smiled quietly.

And then little by little, they ate every bit of flesh and blood on his body.

"What do these roses become when they grow up?" Roger was a little creepy.

"A complete human being?"

And then plucked from the ground by this beast and brought to the table?

Beauty and the Beast.

It's a pity that there is no love for each other.

Beauty is nothing more than food planted in the land by wild beasts.

And it is the souls of the poor people who have strayed into this place that have been used to nurture them.

After a brief rest, Roger returned to the second floor, where he picked up a few murals on the wall.

The mural fell to the ground, and the people inside seemed to sense the unknown tremors, and their faces showed a hint of horror.

Confirming that there would be no impact on the people in the mural, Roger found a vacant room and activated the temporary relocation function.

Open the storage compartment and tuck the mural into it.

After finding the other remaining part of Stephen's soul, the next thing to do is to find Henrik and Govy, and then find a way to get out of this hellish place.

Not only is his strength limited here, but even when Roger summons the Hunter's Hut, there is a faint barrier.

It seems that because his body is not his own, he can't even move through here to other hunter huts

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Whining.

There was a faint strange sound coming from all the murals, and when these sounds converged, the whole castle was filled with oozing screams.

Roger didn't know how to free himself from the pain of his soul trapped in the fresco, so he simply ignored the wails and quickly checked the rooms in the castle.

Then, he found a red wooden door on one of the walls on the top floor.

Click!

The door opened without traps, monsters, or raging waves.

What appeared in front of Roger was the hallway that was exactly the same as that behind him.

"To go in or not to go in?"

Roger was in a state of hesitation.

But soon he lost the right to choose.

After pushing open the red door, the ancient castle behind him seemed to have undergone strange changes, and there was a loud bang in the distance, and the floor beneath his feet began to crack.

Without further hesitation, he stepped into the red door, the door behind him shut, closing the destruction of another world behind it.

Frightened, at the end of the corridor in the distance, a huge black shadow appeared again.

"How can there be?"

Roger clenched his weapon, but before he could attack, the beast on the opposite side took a half-step back.

"Wait a minute, stranger, I have no ill will towards you, I think we might be able to talk."

Roger stared at the beast across from him in surprise.

"Can you speak?"

"What's so hard about this, if I told you that not so long ago I was a personable prince......"

Listening to the familiar tone, Roger's face showed a hint of strangeness.

He stared into the other's eyes and asked tentatively.

"Henrik?"

"Huh?"

The beast's eyes widened in surprise.

"Roger?!"

"Damn, how did you get like this?" The two said in unison.

"Do you know what this place is?"

Henrik walked around a little irritably.

"I always feel that my body is a little bit out of my control, and although nothing is happening yet, the sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger."

He looked at Roger.

"Dude, you have to be careful, maybe the next second I'll pounce on you and break your neck!"

"Tell me about the situation here."

Roger also looked solemn.

"Also, do you know where Gervay is?"

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