Looking at Dross, who was smiling and slowly walking down from the second floor surrounded by several figures, Roger quickly glanced around.

He didn't see Farr in the crowd, everything was normal, but Roger could easily discern the subtle changes in the atmosphere in the field.

The sharp-eyed attendants were visibly nervous, with the exception of Farr, Bondi, and Bisca.

Dross waved his hand and said a few innocuous words, and the others who were intoxicated by the atmosphere of the banquet did not notice anything unusual.

Dross raised his glass, the rest of the room responded, soothing music played, and the banquet officially began, and several young people couldn't wait to get to Dross's side.

Pretend to be reserved and try to talk.

Dross smiled and replied, and although he seemed to be at ease, Roger could notice the anxiety in his eyebrows.

It was clear that something must have happened on the third floor not so long ago.

At this moment, Roger noticed that Dross's face turned white violently, and coughed a few words urgently, and several people around him were concerned in a timely manner, but Dross's condition did not improve.

The cough grew louder and louder, and his body swayed back and forth and violently grasped the wooden handrail beside him.

The faces of several unfamiliar faces standing not far away changed slightly, and then Bundy suddenly appeared, and he stepped forward.

"I'm sorry everyone, but Mr. Dross is not feeling well, so I won't continue to disturb everyone's interest." He approached Dross's shoulder, blocking the view with half of his body.

"It's okay, it's a sacrifice for the kingdom."

As soon as the flatterer's words fell, the unsuspecting Bundy was knocked away by a powerful force, and the whole person flew out five or six meters and knocked down several aristocratic women who were dancing in the banquet.

There was an uproar in the field.

At this time, Dross's body was clumsy, his pale face was covered with green bloody tendons, his eyes were white, his mouth was wide open, and his innocent teeth were protruding outward, as if he was enduring great pain.

Roar!

A non-human howl came from his throat.

With a click, the wooden handrail snapped easily, and the next moment, Dross had rushed into the middle of the dance floor like a wild beast.

With a casual wave of his hand, several overwhelmed aristocratic women were knocked out of their necks.

Taking a step forward, the severed arm was inserted into the other's body, and the arm swelled, as if something had grown out of the severed arm, and then wreaked havoc in the poor woman's body.

"Murdered!"

"Mr. Dross has killed someone!"

Someone shouted.

At this time, although Dross still maintained his basic human form, he was almost indistinguishable from a mad beast in terms of state.

The skin on the surface of his body was like several large bulges, as if something was rampaging through him.

"Monster!"

"That's a monster!"

The sudden change caused a great commotion, and the field was in chaos, and by this time Roger had already retreated to the edge of the hall.

Bundy struggled to get up from the ground, and at his command, several disguised service personnel stepped forward, some to maintain order and others to surround Dross.

At the same time, a peculiar wave of power came from upstairs, followed by a deafening crash, and it seemed that a new battle was taking place there.

The entire manor turned from calm to chaos in an instant.

A hint of doubt flashed in Roger's eyes as he heard a thud from upstairs, and then a dark shadow jumped into the courtyard not far away.

The man glanced back, revealing an unfamiliar face.

But Roger recognized what he was wearing at a glance.

"Farr's clothes."

Hiding in the shadows, Roger was unnoticed by anyone, the man opened his mouth, and a strange voice came out of his mouth, not like any language, but also different from the chant when the spell was activated.

But at the sound of his voice, Dross, who was struggling with several people, became even more irritable, and the bulging bag on his skin cracked, squeezing out hideous spikes and slippery shots.

Dross's neck spun one hundred and eighty degrees, hanging limply to the side, three fist-sized eyeballs squeezing out of his split chest.

The changed form of Dross skyrocketed in combat power, and soon more people fell in pools of blood.

With a grim smile, the tall figure rose and fell, accompanied by a scream, and the people who stood in his way were mercilessly killed.

And he had become one with the darkness and had gone into the depths of the jungle.

Not long after, Javier, whose face was covered in blood, arrived in the hall on the first floor, where Bundy was still struggling to support himself and was also seriously injured.

"Dross ......"

"It's too strong, none of us is his opponent!"

Javier's face changed, and he signaled out the window that he had to join the camp attacking Dross.

Although he regretted it in his heart, he also knew that the short encounter upstairs just now had made him see the strength of that Oakes.

Unless he concentrates all his combat strength, he will never be left behind, and if he pursues him alone at this time, when he returns, the rest of the people in the manor will probably be dead long ago.

"Everyone is under my command!"

Javier roared and rushed forward.

In the dark trees, Oakes turned into a ghost, speeding at breakneck speed.

His eyes were silvery, he saw darkness as day, paused occasionally and then re-oriented, his speed getting faster and faster, and he unconsciously broke free from the blockade and away from the Baron Greencastle's sphere of influence.

But just as Oakes was relaxed and preparing for his next plan, a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

The voice did not rise or fall in the slightest, as if it came from the mouth of a cold corpse.

What's even more terrifying is that the voice is so close to him that it seems to be close to the back of his head.

"You've run so far, where are you going?"

The body collapsed violently, and Oakes, who was running wildly, did not turn back, his body spun violently, and his right leg was whipped like a whip.

Bang la blah.

The heavy attack hit the surrounding branches, and Oakes took the opportunity to bounce away, but there was no one behind him.

Syllable.

With a soft sound, a slightly cool palm pressed against his shoulder.

"Who? Get the hell out of here! ”

The light in Oakes' pupils was like substance, and the strength in his body instantly skyrocketed, and he took a step back, his elbow stabbing out like a javelin.

This time his attack did not miss.

Tong.

Retreat and attack and turn, all in one go.

In the darkness of the trees, Oakes saw a slightly emaciated figure, and when he looked closely, the other party's facial features seemed to be shrouded in the darkness around him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it really.

"Who are you?"

"Nobles or from the secret services of the kingdom?"

Oakes asked coldly.

"How did you do that?" Roger didn't answer the rhetorical question.

But in the next second, Oakes' figure retreated sharply, frantically fleeing into the distance.

He is a spy and not a warrior, since he has completed the mission, there is no need to delay here, leaving as soon as possible is the right choice.

"You haven't answered my question yet, how did you do that?"

It only took a few steps forward before Oakes' figure was intercepted again, this time he did not flee, though it was not clear how the other party had moved silently and quickly through the dense forest.

But Oakes knew that, at least here, he couldn't get away with the other party's tracking without paying the price.

Then the rest of the options are simple.

Kill the enemy who stands in your way.

"Your body is very weak, it is weak in the real sense, but just now, there were two inexplicable large improvements."

"It's weird."

Roger asked again.

"How did you do that?"

Oakes took half a step back, his center of gravity slowly dropping, and at some point, he already had two more daggers in his hands that were dark and lackluster.

The next moment, Oakes attacked without hesitation.

Whew!

He was like a poisonous snake in the dark, and every attack was directed at Roger's vital point.

The expression on Roger's face remained unchanged, and he reached out to grab the dagger that Oakes had stabbed.

While!

With a soft sound, the blade slashed against Roger's nails with a metallic crashing sound, and the dense attacks were linked, but no matter how hard Oakes tried, all his attacks were accurately intercepted.

In just a few breaths, Oakes stabbed dozens of times, but after each stab, he became more desperate.

"This can't be?"

"How can anyone resist the sharpness of the blade with the strength of their flesh alone without bursting out with their soul power!?"

"It's an illusion!"

A faint thin line appeared in Oaks's silver pupils, and a smile appeared on Roger's lips.

"Sure enough, it's the power of the soul."

"Strange fluctuations, soul power can even be like bloodline."

Thinking quickly in my head.

"Is this another direction of promotion?"

"What kind of monster are you?"

Oakes was already a little desperate, and the next second he felt a pain in his wrist, and when he came back to his senses, the weapon had already fallen into the opponent's hand.

"That's pretty much it."

Roger said to himself.

"The power is strong, but the skill is a mess."

Holding the dagger in his hand behind his back, "That's not how weapons are used." ”

He still remembered the time when he was on a mission in a small town, and there was a time when the short knife was his strongest combat power.

Now his vision has long been different, and his skills in the use of various weapons have reached an extremely high level.

In just an instant, he completely mastered the dagger in his hand.

With a twist of skill in his mind, Roger stepped forward and stabbed the weapon into Oakes' chest.

Poof!

The blade cuts through the skin, and at the same time there is some special energy entering his body.

Oakes' eyes widened, and his soul swelled.

Soon, however, a special mark pierced into the depths of his soul like this dagger, leaving a deep imprint there.

Aksi Sword Seal.

Looking at Oakes, who looked like a puppet, Roger drew his weapon in satisfaction with satisfaction.

Oakes' soul shook like ripples, and soon the wound in his chest recovered with great speed.

When it was all over, Oakes fell to his knees in front of Roger with a thud.

Raising his head, a clear sword mark appeared in his silver eyes.

"Good."

Roger smiled and pressed his palm to Oakes' forehead.

"Who are you and what are you here for?"

There was silence in the woods, and the surroundings swallowed the two of them.

After a long time, there was a hint of clarity in Roger's eyes.

"I see."

This Oakes came from a poor background, and at an early age he was screened through layers of screening to join the Federal Secret Censorship Bureau.

The so-called Censorship Bureau is the equivalent of a secret service, whose main work is to spy on intelligence, assassination, and infiltration of the nobility of the kingdom.

Through personal efforts, both in terms of identity and status, Oakes has achieved a large-span promotion, and was the first operative to be sent to the border more than a month ago.

"It looks like my body is the one who has fallen deep underground."

Roger thought silently.

His body fused with the rules of the earth under the influence of Quinn's sword seal, and even without Roger's control, those actively activated powers could avoid the trauma of falling to the ground.

Even further, it will go deeper after falling into the earth.

It's just that no one thought that there was an unknown area hidden deep underground in the border.

It may be for this reason that Roger suddenly lost contact with his body, and now, both the Kingdom and the Federation are working on each other.

The spies on both sides tested each other, both searching for Roger's body and the location of the underground space.

According to Oakes, the kingdom is more concerned about Roger's body, while the Federation is facing the secret space underground.

It seems that there is also a big secret hidden there that only the top of the Federation holds.

"Looks like we're going to have to go to the border once."

Roger touched his somewhat sleek nails, which he used to block all of Oakes' attacks.

What he controls is a corpse, and there is no possibility of self-growth at all, even if there is the infiltration of the lake of life, it seems that it can only bring about some abnormal changes, but cannot bring about complete changes through cultivation as before.

During the time he had practiced the Yakxi Sword Seal, Roger could clearly feel the recovery of his soul wounds.

But this kind of efficiency is much worse than before, and even the speed of his cultivation has been affected.

The body could not be improved, and the recovery speed of the soul damage was extremely slow, although there were many means, but Roger lacked a direction to open the situation.

But compared to other transcendents, Roger was obviously more comprehensive, and he quickly changed his thinking, since his body could not become strong through cultivation, then he found another way.

Think of your body as a product of alchemy.

The original properties are completely changed by soaking in the agent.

In this process, the Lake of Life has helped a lot.

Access to herbs and materials is now limited.

However, through accurate proportioning and the directional guidance of the Lake of Life, Roger still developed several new agents in a short period of time.

His skin is now tough, and although he feels like a normal person, his resistance has skyrocketed.

The nails were specially strengthened by him, and at this time, the defense power had long exceeded that of ordinary metal.

Limited by the current materials, what he can do is still very limited, if he studies more deeply, he has more information.

Roger may be able to transform this body into an inhuman existence using alchemy alone, and as for the ultimate ceiling, it is unknown.

In addition, the biggest gain is the special ability obtained by cultivating the Yakxi Dharma Seal.

Imprinted in the depths of the soul and fused with the soul as the other person grows, the sword mark seed.

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