Smack!

Dickinson's body was split in two, then fell to both sides, falling to the ground.

The blood quickly stained the ground red, but he was still not dead at this time, and he mechanically pushed the internal organs scattered on the ground into his body.

The dirt was mixed with the stench of flesh, but Dickinson didn't seem to feel the pain, and his movements became slower and slower, and his whole face quickly turned gray because of the excessive blood loss.

At the last moment before he died, he saw Roger's figure walking towards a house not far away, and with the last of his strength, Dickinson had an extra hammer in his hand.

Tong!

The tip of the hammer smashed into the skull, pried open the skull, and when it was done, Dickinson's right hand slipped limply and was completely silent.

"There must be a hidden passage to reality here." Roger raced around the house to inspect it.

He didn't miss a single detail, and the hunter's vision was stretched to the limit, and after some searching, he finally found a clue from the messy footprints.

"It should be in the house."

Roger pushed the door open.

Compared to a real-life mansion, it's a kennel, with airy walls, leafy floors, and cobwebs in the corners.

It has obviously been abandoned for a long time.

Following the clues, Roger came to the second floor, which was much cleaner than the messy first floor, with a huge circle drawn on the floor.

Roger took a closer look and found that this circle was very similar to the one on the third floor of the manor in reality.

"Could it be that Dickinson is using this thing to open the passage between reality and Crescent City?"

He did not rush forward, but stood on the edge and watched carefully.

At this moment, I don't know if it was due to an outsider breaking in, or whether the special aura on Roger's body triggered something, the magic circle on the floor shimmered.

Then a ray of light shot into the sky, ignoring the dilapidated structure of the house, piercing the roof and leading to an unknown space.

Vaguely, Roger seemed to see the room in the real manor.

"Hey, old fellow, are you there?"

Although Henrik has regained his youthful and handsome appearance, Roger prefers to call him as before.

Without any response, he tore through a dilapidated piece of furniture and threw it through the transparent mist of light, and then rushed to the roof under the impetus of energy.

At the moment when he was about to hit the roof, he mysteriously disappeared from Roger's sight.

"This should be it!"

Roger was overjoyed and mustered up the courage to rush forward.

"Buzz!"

The magic circle trembled, and at the moment when Roger rushed into it, the upward energy suddenly reversed, although in different worlds, the two magic circles actually echoed each other from afar and were activated at the same time.

Roger was shocked, and before he could react, the powerful oppressive force pressed down in the air.

"Huh!"

He fell downward, through the floor beneath his feet, through the space and land on the first floor, his vision distorted, waiting for him to regain his balance in his body.

But he found himself in a wide passage.

"What is this place?"

The remnants of the circle energy gradually subsided, the ground beneath his feet returned to normal, hard and cold, and Roger looked back, only to see the cold walls.

"Looks like Dickinson is planning to use this circle to pull me straight here!"

He remembered a fragment he had seen from the other man's consciousness when he slashed Dickinson's body.

"Is it because his soul comes from that so-called Soul Eater?"

Roger knew the true origin of his body, although it was created by the black stone of this world, but it also contained a part of Arrahand's flesh and blood.

At the same time, there is something indescribable in the flesh and blood of Arahand.

If what he saw in Dickinson's eyes was not an illusion, then the place in front of him was most likely deep underground.

That was the hiding place of Arahand.

Although Roger knew that Arrahand was powerful, he had no other choice but to clench the weapon in his hand and explore forward.

Chirping!

The flames stuck in the walls reflected the miserable and distorted faces of the men, who wailed silently, and if Henrik were here, he would have recognized some of them.

They were some of the demon hunters who were once active in the Bordeaux region, but now. Their corpses were made into torches, and their souls were used as fuel.

Then placed in the icy underground passages, they endure never-ending torture until the soul dissipates.

Roger cautiously walked forward for some distance, not seeing any guards in sight.

The means of entering here should be very special, if it weren't for the yin and yang, even if Roger's strength was several times stronger, I am afraid it would be difficult to find here.

That Arrahan must have taken advantage of some of the rules of this world to create a hideout for himself that would almost never be found.

Roger sighed in his heart, he still reasoned according to normal thinking before, but now he saw that if there were no special means, even if the Hunter Guild really believed them.

Once you enter Crescent City, you won't be able to find this place.

The passage was not too long, and it was quiet all around, and only Roger's own breathing and footsteps could be heard.

The poor souls sometimes stretched their hands, but as soon as Roger approached, they would retreat in terror and retreat into the torches.

Walking through the passage, Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead, and although there was no fighting, this depression and unknown made people more nervous.

The moment he walked out of the passage, the corner of his eye swept over, and a huge black shadow appeared not far away, Roger was startled, his feet moved quickly, and the steel sword in his hand made preparations for attack.

The battle didn't take place, and Roger looked intently to see that it wasn't a living creature standing by the wall, but a twisted humanoid with half of its body embedded in the wall.

Following the figure into the distance, there was an open space where countless twisted statues stood.

These figures all retain the characteristics of their former lives, and their facial expressions and even muscle textures are no different from ordinary people.

Roger slowly approached, surrounded by the Quinn Seal, and he didn't know if the so-called dead things would suddenly wake up.

Then attack.

Wandering through the entire area and up a spiraling staircase, Roger was slightly stunned when he saw the scene on the staircase.

In the open space stand 12 thick stone pillars, each carved with intricate patterns, and the 12 stone pillars form a whole, forming a transparent enclosed area.

In it floats a dense crowd of people and monsters.

Suddenly, Roger's gaze froze slightly, and he saw a figure with only half of his face left with only white bones left, arms above his knees, and a body covered with thick black hair.

The remaining half of the face was familiar to Roger, and he looked down, noticing a mark on the other's neck.

"Robert ......"

The Demon Hunter who had fought Blake at the entrance and was sent to the outlying areas.

Next to him was a short blue figure, and at this moment, the clear eyes became cloudy, and the face was painfully hideous.

Roger seemed to remember the smug look on his face when he took out the wetsuit.

If he was here, the rest of the village would ......

Roger let out a long sigh.

Familiar black mist wafts throughout the area, and this black mist burrows into the human body and brings terrible changes.

In each of them there is a black spike on the tail vertebrae that pierces it, and these spikes are attached to the ground, leading to the unknown.

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