The squeezing sensation on his body disappeared, and Roger felt like he was in another dimension, but before he could get used to the environment and look around.

A hoarse and majestic voice sounded directly from his head.

"I'm hungry!!"

The voice exploded abruptly in Roger's brain, he was defenseless at all, his mind was dizzy for a while, Roger took a deep breath, and hurriedly condensed the mental power in his mind.

Airplanes!

The head wanted to be hit by a sledgehammer, and the scene in front of him became abstract, and in the depths of the brain, the funnel-shaped circle formed by the five magic seals spontaneously resisted under the impact of powerful forces.

But even so, the powerful impact still made Roger's eyes black.

"What's going on?"

The voice came suddenly, as if it was just a casual remark, but even so, it took Roger a full three seconds to return to normal.

Although the time is short, if he has the heart, it is enough for him to die countless times.

He shook his head to dispel the vertigo in his brain, then looked around.

It was dark all around, black smoke hung overhead, and where he was at this time seemed to be the top of a small hill.

But just by looking at it, Roger lost the mood to continue looking.

The area here is so small that it doesn't even match half of his garden.

He walked to the edge, and his feet were covered in black smoke, unlike the space around the Shadow Hut, where the black smoke made Roger aware of some danger.

Roger casually unbuttoned a button, and with a flick of it, the button flew out of the area where the top of the mountain was.

In the next second, the surrounding black smoke wrapped the golden buttons like living creatures, and then it was covered in black smoke.

"Gone."

It was a strange feeling, and Roger couldn't even tell if the button had been teleported to another world, or if it had been completely destroyed by the exact opposite force.

He lowered his head, and there was a black puddle of water where he had just appeared.

Bending down, Roger's gaze looked through the puddle and saw the passage outside the shadow hut.

"The Water Gate."

In this world, the form of the gate turned out to be an invisible liquid.

Roger stretched out his hand to probe it, a cold touch came, a traction spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body, he "saw" the broken passage, he knew that he could return to the world where the Shadow Hut was at any time if he wanted to.

Standing here, Roger felt a completely different feeling than standing on the ground outside the Shadow Hut.

Perhaps the scenery here is the norm in the shadow world.

"Where's the food?"

As Roger pondered, the strange voice came again, and his brain tingled, but he quickly reacted and resisted the aggression.

Then look in the direction from which the consciousness came.

A black boulder.

The stone merged with the mountain beneath his feet, and he couldn't be observed without looking closely, and Roger walked in front of the stone, he didn't notice a powerful aura from behind the stone.

Walking forward, the soles of your feet easily passed through the stones, and when it was dark in front of you, a passage appeared at your feet.

Roger stood there and thought for a moment, the clothes on his body changed shape, a black hood appeared on his head, and he stretched out his hand in the darkness, and the sword of shadows jumped into his hand automatically.

Ready, Roger stepped down.

The unknown may be a danger, but for whatever reason, he should check it out.

Most of his body was shrouded in shadows, and his abilities in the shadows were enhanced, and Roger was ready not to fight, but to flee.

There are no steps underfoot, and the passage is tortuous, sometimes open and sometimes narrow, and in this environment, even Roger's vision is affected.

Not in the physical sense, but in the presence of special energies that interfere with him.

so that he could not see.

He could feel the stickiness under his feet and the stench of the passage, and the walls around him didn't seem to be rock.

It feels soft and hard to the touch, more like the flesh and blood of some kind of creature.

"Am I in the body of some giant monster at this time?"

Roger walked down as he mentally sketched the terrain through all the areas.

This is a basic quality for demon hunters.

But it didn't take long for Roger to stop with a frown.

"How is that possible?"

After a series of transformations, Roger was confident that this simple technique could not go wrong, but just now, the topographical maps he had sketched in his mind overlapped.

The two roads intersect together.

There was a collision in space.

This is clearly a paradox.

With the terrain in mind, Roger continued to walk forward, the more he could walk, the more he made mistakes, the overlapping area gradually expanded, and the number of passages increased.

It didn't take long for the terrain in my mind to turn into a mess.

"There's energy interfering with my perception?"

Roger believed that his directional judgment could be wrong, but his method of measurement did not rely solely on feeling.

Exactly the same stride length, multi-angle comparison......

"The passage is moving?"

It's a labyrinth, and if the passage adjusts on its own, Roger feels like he'll never get to the real core.

Soon, he stopped again.

There was a fork in the road, and there was more than one.

At this moment, the cursed sword in Roger's hand suddenly trembled, the blade let out a soft roar, and the black energy enveloped it tumbled.

Roger relaxed a little and walked forward with the force on his sword.

"Eat, eat!"

The voice came to his mind again, and he had heard similar voices several times along the way, and he had been mentally prepared for it.

Found a way to cope, and less and less affected, the sound is extremely penetrating, but it seems to have no autonomy, just a mechanical repetition.

It's like a program.

The surroundings became more and more oppressive, and as we progressed, the voices became louder and louder, and there seemed to be some other meaning in the tail note than the repeated urgings.

It was an unknown language, a real sound.

In fact, what Roger had heard before had always been a kind of spiritual transmission, and after these transmissions, as he deepened, he heard some real voices.

Tick!

There was fluid falling on the shoulder, it was red blood.

The touch under your feet is simply unbearable, slippery and sticky.

Finally, after passing through a long passage, he broke free from the cramped space, and a blood-red hall appeared in front of him.

It seems to be a dilapidated palace.

There was an eerie light coming in from the dome.

Rogie squinted in the direction the light came from.

Through the carved glass, he saw a faint green, as if there was a blue sky and white clouds.

Underground?

The tranquility outside the window contrasts sharply with the gore inside, and the ruined hall is littered with severed remains.

Roger could barely find a complete body here.

Many tissues and organs were mixed together, covered with flesh like eyes like hearts, wrapped around the wall next to him, and Roger couldn't tell whether it was a cloth tent left over from the palace's former glory.

Or is it some kind of biological ...... Bowels.

Flesh and blood and architecture were mixed together, and the two substances had a strange fusion.

It is a palace full of guts.

Roger walked forward, blood covering the soles of his feet, and the cursed sword trembled more and more, if it wasn't for Roger's strength enough, it would have dragged Roger to the end of the palace.

There, countless corpses formed a huge mound of graves!

Aside from its composition and size, the mound was almost identical to the one Roger had seen during his Sword in Stone mission.

It's just that there was a sword stuck in the mound at that time.

And this one in front of me is only a gap.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Whoa!"

There was the sound of liquid flowing in the mound, as if sensing Roger's arrival, and the gap in the top of the mound was torn open.

The twisted corpse and flesh tumbled downward, and slowly, a rickety figure appeared in front of Roger's eyes.

It was an old man of no apparent age, his lower body was connected to the mound, his tall upper body hunched over, his head hanging low, and his hands hanging weakly at his sides.

He was so thin that only a thin layer of skin remained on his bones, no hair, and thick bloody tendons could be seen on his shiny brain.

The moment he saw the other party, Roger almost subconsciously wanted to escape, but soon, he felt the aura of death enveloping the other party.

This is a dead man, even if he was extremely powerful in his lifetime......

No, not a completely dead man.

Some parts of his body, or some organs, are tenaciously alive after the death of their master.

Roger cautiously took a few steps forward.

Looking forward from the angle he was at this moment, the old man's entire back was sliced open, his shoulder blades flipped upwards like wings, and his internal organs, which had no bone protection, were exposed.

The back is empty.

The pale spine was pumped out.

Without the support of the spine, it stands to reason that the upper body of the old man should be completely lying on the ground, but where his neck and sternum meet.

A black stick pierced him, and he was propped up to the ground in a form similar to a specimen like a dead fish!

"Boom."

There was a thunderous sound in the hall, and then the magic sound filled the ears, and the familiar words sounded again.

"I'm hungry!"

It was his stomach wriggling and making a sound.

"What level of transcendent person was this guy when he was alive?"

"Rank 5 or higher?"

The 4th order is already the limit of Roger's current contact, and the transcendents above have been out of Roger's imagination.

The Sword of the Curse flickered, frantically trying to break free from Roger's grasp, and in desperation, he had no choice but to retract it to the Cursed Hut.

The cloak on his body grew larger, covering Roger's whole body, and he slowly moved his steps, observing the old man from other directions.

Pale skin, two sharp spots peeking out from the edge of the bright red lips.

The various characteristics on his body reminded Roger of a powerful and transcendent creature.

Bloodsucker.

And not an ordinary high-level vampire, but a kind of ...... that only exists in the record, or is considered to be the origin

Shadow Elder.

There are many kinds of blood-sucking creatures in this world, and they also have a lot of similarities with each other before they have evolved to a certain stage.

Vampire Banshees, Vampire Girls, Vampires, or some species known as Katakahn.

And the description of this blood-sucking creature varies greatly from region to region.

It's not just the local customs and culture, but more importantly, the otherworlds that connect behind each region are also very different.

Even in the performance of the origin of power, it is completely different, and the onmyoji and samurai who barely see the sunrise in the Western world.

Western exorcists, wizards, or druids rarely operate in the East.

But among the many origins of vampires, there is an extremely powerful individual whose blood is purer and whose ancestors are more powerful.

A terrifying creature that has almost reached the limit of this world's capacity, a vampire known as the Shadow Elders.

They have almost the right to kill their own blood-sucking creatures, and they don't even need to stir up the breath in their blood.

With just one sentence, bloodsucking creatures of the third order and below could bow their heads, and even the fourth order could not raise their heads under the gaze of the Shadow Elder.

You must know that every high-level vampire above the 4th order, in addition to strong physical strength and corresponding spell ability.

They also have a special ability when they enter the 4th order because of their pure bloodline.

This makes high-level vampires a terrifying existence that is far superior to other transcendent beings of the same level.

But even so, the suppression in their bloodlines made it impossible for them to disobey the words of the Shadow Elder and bear a look.

"A dead Shadow Elder?!"

Roger pressed back the excitement in his heart.

At this time, he felt his heart beat violently, and the blood in his whole body seemed to become boiling.

"What's the matter, he can still influence me?"

Roger was puzzled at first, but soon realized the source of the restlessness in his body.

It was a broken passage between spirit and body, constructed of the pale blood of Arahand.

The passage trembled, almost bursting out.

And at this time, Roger finally got out of the broken chest of the Shadow Elder, from the place where the heart originally existed......

Saw a vigorous mass of pale blood that had been purified almost to the limit!

"The rumors turned out to be true!"

Roger didn't know when the rumors about Pale Blood began, or whether Gawain had seen it with his own eyes or hearsay.

Maybe at first, this was really just a piece of news out of nowhere, but seeing this scene in front of him, Roger could tell everyone with great confidence.

The rumors about Snow White are true.

It's just that there are no charming beauties here, just a shadow elder who has been dead for a long time.

Seeing what he wanted, Roger didn't hesitate, and the mental power in his mind was running to the limit.

The circle was full of light, and all his power was used to maintain the Kunn Seal.

In the next second, Roger had appeared on the mound like black smoke.

Wrapped in the Quinn Seal in his palm, Roger reached out and grabbed the beating pale blood.

In 1/10th of a second, countless thoughts had already crossed Roger's mind.

Nervous, nervous.

Finally, Roger's palm touched the blood.

The powerful resistance instantly crushed the defenses of the Quinn Fayin.

But Roger was not surprised.

In an instant, the defeated magic seal condensed again, and he used his palm to exert force and pinched it fiercely!!

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