Although the Cursed Sword in its full state was very powerful, it was clear that the Cursed Sword at that time was not intended for the living at all.

Roger was more concerned about the characteristics of the weapon in its crippled state at this time.

He continued to look down.

[Cursed Transformation]: For unknown reasons, this weapon is in a strange state of equilibrium, and under normal circumstances, it is sharp and strong, and can cause great damage to spirits, and at the same time affect the formation of spells.

As the killing increases, the sword body will automatically absorb the flesh and soul of living beings, and when it accumulates to a certain level, the power of the curse will explode, and the energy contained in the weapon will affect the user's sanity.

Under the erosion of dark energy, the user will start to kill wildly, and in the process of continuous killing, they will be polluted by more energy, cut off their vitality, and eventually become a puppet of cursed items.

While in a cursed state, the Cursed Sword will draw energy and essence blood from the user while providing dark energy to the user.

It's a powerful weapon, but at the same time, it's a dangerous scourge!

Holding the sword in his hand to his eyes, Roger carefully observed, and a layer of black smoke like a light veil shrouded the surface of the sword.

When he got close enough, he could even faintly hear the roar of a soul coming from the black smoke.

[Blood Feast]: When the soul enveloping the sword reaches saturation and activates the power of the curse, the dark energy will stimulate the user's flesh, causing it to burst out with power far beyond its normal state.

Increasing the attack power can quickly restore the wielder's injuries, but this process will accelerate the erosion of the wielder's body and mind by the dark energy.

[Rise of the Dead]: Cut off your own head and give your body and soul away, and at the moment of death, you will usher in a new world!

Seeing this, Roger couldn't help grinning, this is really an incomparably evil weapon, judging from the current information, Roger doesn't know how much impact the so-called dark energy invasion will have on his spirit.

The specific needs to be verified by actual combat.

There is no weapon in his hand, and now Roger has no good choice, if he really can't, he can only hand over this cursed item to the hunter's hut in exchange for the improvement of mental power.

The scabbard behind him was no longer able to accommodate the newly acquired weapon, and the sword would have an impact on ordinary people just by holding it, and a few rags were randomly ripped off from the attachment to wrap the sword body, and Roger looked towards the exit.

Gorme stood in the way, and the entrance was noisy, and the villagers were arguing to rush in, for whom the gravity of being broken into their village's cemetery by humans and women was comparable to blasphemy.

Roger walked up to Yoringle, where the dryads were completely lignified below their heads, and Roger noticed that the lignified parts had even burrowed into the dirt and seemed to have become part of the earth.

He bent down and sighed softly.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Destroy his body, I don't want my friend to be corrupted by monsters after he dies and become the murderer of the village."

After a moment of hesitation, he spat out the last sentence.

"If possible, I hope to see the Ann Shen Wood where Lori is buried after I die......"

Roger looked down, and he saw Yoringer holding a leaf in his hand, the black leaf with a silver pattern on the back.

Gradually, Joringer's head began to become lignified, his face stiffened, and his eyes lost their sparkle, until finally, it became a rotten piece of wood.

"A man worthy of respect."

Roger stood up and walked towards the exit.

…………

The next morning, as the newborn sun gilded the emerald green jungle, Roger turned to look at the quiet and peaceful village, where everything that had happened last night seemed to have vanished with the burial of the corpse.

But in reality, the peace of the village is shattered, and a new life is being born in the womb of the girl named Eileen.

The villagers did not know exactly what happened in the cemetery, and all the people involved died.

The sun dispelled the darkness, and the departure of Roger and the others would also take away the disaster that had occurred in the village.

The cursed sword was forcibly taken away by Roger because of the mutation, and it is estimated that it will not appear here for a long time.

He needs time to gather strength and then find a new host elsewhere.

Facing the rising sun, the two left the village of the tree spirits, and they mounted their horses tied to the entrance of the village, and walked out of the forest in the direction they had come.

"I apologize to you for my bias."

Kagome bit her red lip and whispered.

If it weren't for Roger's insistence, Gorvy would have missed everything that happened in the cemetery.

When they really found out, the cursed sword at that time probably had killed enough villagers to strengthen Lori to a terrifying level.

It is also unknown if Lori chose the weapon, or if he was destined to become a Headless Horseman due to tragedy.

"I accept your apology."

Roger smiled, looking generous.

"Huh." Ge Wei snorted coldly, "But all this still doesn't affect your image in my heart." ”

Roger shrugged speechlessly, "Please tell me, what kind of image am I in your heart?"

"Scumbag!"

Gowi replied without hesitation.

"Hmmm......"

Roger nodded thoughtfully, "I think I need to do something to be worthy of your evaluation......"

Ignoring Gloy's changed face, he grabbed the horse's belly and walked away.

Meanwhile, in Bordeaux's bay town, red-haired girls and their mothers hug each other.

"This is the first time you've left your hometown in more than a decade."

"When you go to study in Europe alone, be careful."

Adeline reluctantly took her daughter's hand, "Remember to call me, and warn Roger for me that this kid left Bordeaux without notifying me." ”

Before parting, she leaned close to Amanda's ear.

"When you meet your own happiness, you have to hold on to it."

This time Amanda didn't dodge the question, she smiled and nodded.

"I will."

The car left Baytown and came to a hillside in the city of Bordeaux.

When Amanda walked into Henrik's office, she happened to see a woman come out from under her desk with a panicked expression.

Henrik didn't get up either, and coughed lightly, "Dear Amanda, it looks like you've passed the Awakening Ritual. ”

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

As acting president, Henrik naturally has many channels to get news.

"Where's Roger?"

Amanda asked straight to the point.

"Wow, looks like you haven't forgotten about him."

"He's in Elder."

Henrik tore off a piece of paper and wrote a string of numbers on it.

"Thank you."

Amanda picked up the note, turned and walked out.

"Dear Amanda, are you looking for Roger to rekindle your old relationship with him?"

Henrik suddenly asked, "After all this time, aren't you worried about another woman next to Roger's kid?" ”

Henrik had a malicious smile on his face.

Syllable.

Amanda stopped, turned around and chuckled at Henrik:

"It's okay."

"I'll burn her with my own hands!"

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