"Bang!"

Roger kicked out, and the already broken wooden door was instantly torn apart by the impact, and he clenched the weapon in his hand and led Amanda into the house.

Eerie and dilapidated.

There's a strange smell in the air.

The tables and chairs are covered with a layer of ash, and several cobwebs hang from the corners, on which you can watch insects with their bellies curl up their prey.

"Huh?"

Amanda's voice came from behind him.

"It doesn't look like it's inhabited."

Roger didn't squeak, his yellow pupils looked at him carefully, and it wasn't until a moment that he reminded Amanda.

"Concentrate and take a closer look."

Amanda quickly came to her senses.

This time, the dilapidated scene fades away, and Amanda's real senses are stimulated.

In an ordinary farmhouse, Amanda saw a familiar face on the stove, but the owner of the face was only a head, soaked in water.

It's Robert.

The poor fellow's eyes were gouged out, and his tongue was dragged long and drooped out of his lips.

A mass of entrails was piled up in a nearby wooden basin, which had lost its disguise, and the pungent bloody gas burrowed into his nose.

"He was eaten cleanly."

"Maybe the monster started eating with its feet, and then he watched himself being eaten up little by little."

At that moment, there was a vague moan from the table not far away.

Roger walked over.

Enola was stripped of her clothes and pinned to the table.

On her head, there are 4 thick and long wooden nails!

"Help me, who's going to save me?"

Enola repeated the sentence mechanically, her eyes blurred, as if she couldn't see what was in front of her.

"She's been deposed."

Amanda sighed.

"The spirit is imprisoned, and the newly awakened bloodline in the body is also stripped away."

Following where Amanda pointed, Roger saw a complex rune on Enola's chest.

"That woman sucked her special bloodline, and even if she was healed, she could only become an ordinary person."

"Hopeless."

Roger was silent.

Enola's experience reminds him of Henrik, who is only able to regain what he has lost with tenacious perseverance and perseverance.

And then one step forward did better.

What awaits this girl?

Roger knew that Enola had lost so much blood that there was little chance of being saved, and most importantly, she had lost an important awakening bloodline.

At this time, the physical fitness is not much stronger than that of ordinary people.

"Whew!"

Roger pulled out the nail that imprisoned Inora, and without suppression, Enola quickly came to her senses.

To Roger's surprise, the woman did not yell when she saw the miserable situation on her.

Even seeing Amanda didn't make her mood fluctuate too much.

"I'm hopeless, am I?"

Enola supported herself with her severed arm that was stubble.

"You won Amanda."

"Not only is the talent better than me, but the training is harder than me." She glanced at Roger.

"Even the eye for choosing a man is much better than mine."

"Haha, maybe this is fate, if it weren't for me, maybe it would be you who suffered all this now."

"Shouldn't you thank me?"

Amanda didn't squeak, she looked at the miserable woman in front of her, and suddenly remembered the meaningful smile she saw on Margaret's face when she entered the transcendental.

"Do you want me to help you?"

She said suddenly.

Enola was stunned for a moment, but soon the disguised indifference on her face instantly collapsed, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Thank you."

The scene in front of her made Amanda a little dazed, and she suddenly remembered the black girl she had met in Bay Town.

How long ago was that?

Amanda let out a long breath.

It's only a few months, but why is it like ten years?

The flames in her hand rose and devoured the poor woman in front of her.

At this moment, Amanda truly felt the completion of the awakening ritual.

With Margaret's strength, how could she lack the corresponding materials to cultivate her own disciples?

It turns out that this is also part of the ritual.

The soft parts of the heart are getting less and less, the blood is stirring, and something seems to be stripped out of it.

"Warlock."

Roger stood aside, watching the red-haired girl's transformation, he had a similar experience before, Roger had changed so much compared to the first day he traveled into this world.

The future may change even more.

He patted the girl on the shoulder and took the red-haired girl into his arms.

"Let's go, let's find a way to get out of here."

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From static to dynamic.

The roots buried in the dirt were silent when they attacked, and the other knights around them didn't react at all, but just because they didn't pay attention didn't mean that Lehard didn't notice either.

[Blocking]

Lehard raised his right hand, and the next moment the dirt under his feet stirred, and unknown energy was awakened.

Laugh at!

The piercing sound of breaking the air came, and the roots in all directions were one after another, and the number was dense, sealing all the space for evacuation!

Either destroy the roots in front of you, or stand still and wait to die.

There is no second option.

Matt and the others waved their weapons, but before they could shout, the roots that broke through the ground broke off at the same time.

The ground trembled beneath Lehard's feet, and who would have thought that the soft dirt could become as sharp as steel.

Then he turned his head, his gaze locked on somewhere in the darkness.

"Found you!"

Lehard's body lunged forward, and at the same time, the roots around the banyan tree attacked him like crazy.

Trying to stop him, kill him.

But Lehad just ran forward, waving the steel sword in his hand, completely ignoring the attack at his feet.

In the face of overwhelming attacks, his speed did not decrease at all!

Finally, one of the creatures hidden in the darkness completely changed its face, and he broke away from a large tree, revealing a slender and withered body.

He had a long, narrow, grotesque head.

The sparse and slender black hair on his head spilled, the bridge of his nose was straight and formed a hook-like arc, his extremely thin lips were pursed together, and his chin was pointed like a weapon.

His skin was white, like the trunk of a tree stripped of its bark, and he was covered in a black robe, and his fingers were replaced by long, thin roots.

Skippy Terrier, the ghost of the forest, a cunning monster that hides in the shadows and rarely fights head-on.

He looked at Lehard running from afar, through the staggered branches, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but soon he gave Lehard a sinister smile.

Instead of choosing to face it head-on, the Steppe Terrier turned and fled.

The plants in the woods seemed to go crazy, and Matt and the others fought and retreated, gradually scattering with Lehard.

At this time, although Lehard followed the Skiff Terrier from a distance, he had been affected and could not get closer to each other.

Seeing that the monster not far away was about to hide in the depths of the dense forest, Lehard was anxious, his face froze, and a yellow light came out of his hand!

"Huh!"

The light caught up with the Terrier at breakneck speed, and then cut off one of his arms.

Steppe Terrier turned around and gave Lehhard a vicious look, opening his mouth to let out a terrible scream.

In the darkness of the night, the voice came far, far away.

Lehard, who was running, didn't care, but soon, a low roar swept through the darkness like a hurricane.

Lehard's face changed wildly.

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