"So this is extraordinary!"

It is not simply a strong strength, but a breakthrough in the original structure, and genes determine the upper limit of human body structure and strength.

In order to break this shackle, a new system needs to be constructed.

Roger didn't know how a real demon hunter could do this, but at least in the world in front of him, the body he inherited followed the rules of this world.

Blood-red tendons grew inside Roger's body, a painful process that was equivalent to the destruction of bones and then growing again.

Roger finally understood why there must be a transcendent creature's spinal fluid in the transcendent core mentioned in the green herb elixir.

The destruction and alienation at the beginning are all foreshadowing, which is equivalent to the process of weapon reforge, destruction and melting, and the third stage is equivalent to re-tempering!

Every second became incredibly long, and Roger wanted to let himself faint directly, and slowly, he regained a little control of his body.

His hands were frantically scratching on the ground, his nails were lifted to reveal bloody flesh, but Roger continued to scratch with his fingers without nails as if he didn't feel pain!

The flesh was ground away from the floor, leaving a long trail of minced flesh.

Pain.

Is this the only way to transcendence?

If he had to do it all over again, Roger didn't know if he would have the courage to go through it all.

"Hahaha!"

After a low roar, he suddenly laughed weirdly.

"It's comfortable, it's a real treat."

"Pain, only pain can make me feel my presence."

"It's a great feeling."

"Haha!"

His eyes became misty, and there was a bottomless indifference in his yellow pupils......

and madness.

Even after the grass trial, Roger didn't know what he would become.

In fact, with Roger's preparations, even if there were some risks in the entire trial process, it was generally much safer than other demon hunters.

But the pain in the third stage was something he hadn't thought of before, the level of the Demon Bull Demon was much higher than Roger's, and its spinal fluid was not something Roger could bear at this stage.

This is his body, and if he were an ordinary demon hunter, he might have collapsed and turned into a mess of rotten flesh at this time.

But as time passed, Roger's physical and mental limits were reached.

There were countless blood marks on the floor, but strangely, the tips of the fingers that exposed the white bones were slowly growing.

This is the powerful repair ability of the spinal fluid of the Demon Bull Demon.

Growth is destroyed, and so on.

After the pain and madness, Roger became as silent as a dead corpse.

He opened his mouth wide and stopped struggling, only to see the spine on his back bulging slightly, moving inside him like a python.

Sweat poured out wildly, and soon left a clear humanoid watermark on the ground.

Roger's whole body shrunk in a large circle, his muscles were shriveled, and his eyes were glazed.

The process of transformation is inseparable from the support of energy, and normally, the energy in the potion is enough to support the demon hunter to complete a transformation.

But the spinal fluid of the Demon Bull Demon is too powerful, and Roger's transformation is far from over, but the energy in the potion has been exhausted.

"No way!"

"If you continue like this, the trial will fail."

"The body is dehydrated in a large area, and without energy, the body collapses in the process."

"Bed!"

"A rejuvenating wooden bed!"

A flash of brightness flashed in his eyes, and Roger mustered all his strength and moved forward little by little.

Pain and weakness tortured him to the point where he almost lost the ability to think, and in the end he was left with only mechanical movement.

I don't know how long it took.

A withered, zombie-like palm pressed against the edge of the wooden bed.

After climbing this short distance, Roger had already tried his best, and he didn't even know how he had climbed onto the wooden bed.

"Energy, I need more energy!"

At the same time, the strange woman who had been locked out of the door for several days suddenly sensed something.

The fat on his body trembled violently, and something seemed to wriggle under the pale skin.

"What's going on?"

In the darkness, the woman turned her head and looked at the land not far away with her long, narrow eyes.

The reddish-brown earth was rolling in the mud, and slowly the whole land was boiling like an oil pot, and the land did not know where it was connected, and corpses kept emerging from it.

It looked like a burst toilet, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"What happened?"

The woman moved her fat body to the edge of the field, and the corpses that had poured out of the soil were in a half-decomposed state.

But as soon as these corpses left the envelope of the land, they would instantly collapse and turn into a cloud of black ash, scattered by the wind.

It was as if the energy in the flesh and blood had been completely withdrawn by an unknown force.

"What did you do? What did you do to my house?! ”

Invisible fear enveloped his body, and even the energy in his body was gradually drained as he got closer.

"Open that door!"

"Open that damn door for me!"

She snarled.

The scarecrow who was standing on the edge of the field immediately took action, and just a few breathing scarecrows crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters to the door of the hut.

It swung its scythe in its hand and slashed at the wooden door!

Animal disease!

Knife after knife, sawdust splashed, and the scythe, which could easily cut off the pistol, had no way to take a thin wooden door.

In a desperate scream, the strange woman collapsed to the ground weakly, in fact, she was also one of the many corpses buried in the field, but a little accident caused her to mutate.

The bones were left out to make a scarecrow, and all the flesh that was cut from the bones was buried in the field!

Roger had no idea what was going on outside, and just when he couldn't hold it anymore, a steady stream of energy surged out of the wooden bed.

These energies seem to be full of life, but there is darkness and corruption in them, which are no different from poison to normal people.

However, the spinal fluid used by Roger comes from the Demon Bull Demon, which itself is a ghoul-like creature, only of a higher level, purifying a little pure life from the decaying death.

It was this vitality that Roger had chosen as the main ingredient for the Grass Trial.

The surging energy surged in the body, and the replenished body recovered at a rapid rate, the shriveled muscles became full, and the bones were repeatedly tempered and polished, and they were as hard as steel.

With his heart beating, Roger regains bodily perception, unlike the false hallucinations he had previously had when he was in a state of alienation.

The power of this moment is palpable.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The blood flowed, the blood-red tendons spread through the body, and the nuclei formed converged in the chest, and the tiny ends were connected to the original organs.

Time passed little by little, and the blood surged, making Roger's whole person a little more inhuman.

Finally, when everything in his body was completely over, he opened his eyes, and the yellow vertical pupils were daunting.

Get up from your bed.

Click!

Roger felt like his whole body was jumping up a bit.

He clenched his fists.

"Is this extraordinary?"

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