Poof! ”

The blade of the sword pierces the heart.

In a life-or-death situation, Arrahan made a final struggle.

【Blood Feast】

Roger didn't hesitate to activate the strongest ability that came with the Sword of Damned, and he even feared that the dark energy enveloped by the sword would not be enough to kill Arahand.

The clothes they wore enveloped them like living creatures, and in an instant a miniature version of the dark canopy hung over their heads.

Arrahand's body exploded violently, he didn't think about the consequences of doing so at this time, he couldn't dodge this attack, he had no future.

He was fast enough and determined enough, but he still underestimated the greed of the Cursed Sword.

The dark energy flowing from the sword's body flew out like tentacles.

The sword body trembled, and Roger, as the holder of this weapon, could even feel some of the emotions transmitted from the cursed sword.

Cheerful.

Like a gluttonous child.

"What is this?"

"Who the hell are you?"

Arrahand let out a scream, and Roger's strength had grown to an incredible level through the amplification of the Cursed Sword.

Without any fancy skill, the long sword danced in his hand, and he caught up with Arahand's retreating body, countless rays of light flashed in mid-air.

【Stars】

Different from the majestic atmosphere and the use of energy, there is only fast, extreme precision and sharpness in the moves at this time!

At the same time, Roger's left hand reached out, and the Ardennes Seal shrouded in the palm of his hand, shattering the green remnant soul shrouded in flames, and then held the beating pale blood in his hand!

"It's mine!"

No sooner had Arahand's body coalesced than he was pierced by the Cursed Sword again, and this time he had no energy to escape from the Cursed Sword's devouring effect.

"Haha!"

"Suck it, suck up my blood and soul!"

Arrahand's head began to shrivel, and he stared at Roger's face, which had become hideous from opening the feast of blood.

The dark pupils reflected Arahand's struggle before he died.

"You know where your body came from, and now you have absorbed all of my essence and inherited the pale blood that I have condensed!"

A maniacal smile appeared on Arahand's face.

"I'm not dead, I'm just a different way of being."

He stretched out his withered fingers, but before they could reach Roger's body, they turned to ashes.

"I am you, you are me."

"I will live in every muscle and every inch of your bones, forever!"

The gleam in his eyes vanished, and Arrahand turned to ashes, drifting away with Roger's sword drawing.

Killing Arahan, there was something strange from the cursed sword that passed into Roger's body, and thinking of what Arrahan said before he died, Roger instinctively wanted to resist.

But before the brain could give instructions, the body reacted spontaneously, greedily integrating some special substances extracted from Arahan's body into Roger's body.

As if to make up for some shortcomings.

The feeling that came from the depths of his body even affected Roger, who was in a state of blood feast.

He needed it so much.

It's like a fish can't live without water.

Roger even had a ridiculous illusion in his heart, if he didn't kill Arrahan and absorb those special things in his body, under normal circumstances, Roger would probably never be able to break through the boundary of the fourth order.

Even if he barely took this step with the help of the Hunter's Hut, there would be even greater hidden dangers waiting for him in the future.

The body collapses, the soul clashes......

But at this moment, when this throbbing disappeared completely, Roger noticed in an instant that something was different in him.

There was no increase in his strength, and there was no increase in his mental power.

But Roger knew he had become whole.

At least for a long time, the conflict between body and soul ceased to exist.

There must be a way to solve this hidden danger, and with his current knowledge accumulation, there is obviously no better way, and it can only be seen if the subsequent upgrades of the hunter's hut can provide corresponding help.

Clenching the cursed sword in his hand, the darkness that shrouded his head vanished, and the cloak gathered back on his body, changing form into a pitch-black cloak.

The surrounding light returned to normal, and Roger found himself trapped in the encirclement.

The monster beneath Ranmarlock roared, scarlet eyes glaring at Roger.

"Looks like you're from an extraordinary background, we've caught a big fish!"

Several people also sensed Roger's abnormality and strength at this time, but there were four Inheritance Knights, and they were confident to face any challenge.

Even if it's Radiant Knight or Lancelot!

"Ho ......"

There was a gasp sound similar to that of a beast coming from Roger's throat, black smoke swirling between his mouth and nose, and dark energy had penetrated every corner of his body.

Roger's body has also been strengthened to the extreme, and the power that has nowhere to vent can only spill into his brain, impacting the last line of defense formed by the Law Seal.

"Can't you come a little later?"

Roger whispered.

"Wait for Mr. Lancelot to get rid of Gawain over there, and then we'll deal with this pest, and there will be no competition and merit in our hands."

"I think Mr. Lancelot will be able to lock the position of the head of the regiment in advance, and according to the agreement, although we cannot leave the Knights, we can have some sense of freedom."

Bose's two fists collided, sending out a collision of gold and iron, and he was even a little eager to try, "Do it, get rid of him, and it's over!" ”

Not only Bowes, Ranmarlock, and Percival and others all had a hint of anticipation on their faces.

"Gawain?"

Hearing this name, Roger's tormented spirit regained some composure, he really didn't expect that the man with the nickname of the Paladin in the Alien Society would be Gawain, the Radiant Knight.

A true knight.

But if you think about it, it also makes sense, a name is not only a title, but also an identity.

Dickinson's words rang in his ears, and in this moment, Roger had a new understanding of the other members of the Alien Society.

The nicknames given by these unknown individuals when they introduce themselves may be the only thing that proves their existence.

"But how did Gawain get into the Alien Spirits?"

Another thought came to his mind, but in an instant, Roger left it behind, his spirit already precarious under the erosion of dark energy.

He needs catharsis.

Need to erupt!

"Huh!"

Roger sneered, he leaned sideways slightly, and his dark pupils glanced at Boss, "The noble Knight of the Round Table actually had infighting. ”

"Did you lose your brain during the Inheritance Ritual, or did you know but didn't want to think about that terrible outcome."

"Gawain is dead, after becoming the so-called head of the regiment."

"What are you to Lancelot?"

As soon as Roger's words fell, everyone's faces changed suddenly.

Perhaps, as Roger said, they are not unaware, but they just subconsciously want to avoid the problem.

Because the truth is often too cruel.

In the moment when everyone was distracted, Roger launched a violent counterattack.

Today, the legacy of knights is destined to be severed here.

And more than one!