The white world was mixed with a touch of blackness, and this power exploded so suddenly, the moment the power emerged, Roger felt as if he had lost control of his body.

He turned into a wandering consciousness, and then "watched" as his body floated into the air, dodging the monster's attack in a matter of seconds.

Then he spread his thin arms and waved them lightly in the air.

"Strange little guy!"

Granny Snow's silver hair floated back, revealing her hideous face crisscrossed by ravines.

The corners of its mouth were split to the sides, sharp teeth protruding from its mouth, and its scarlet tongue curled with mucus reaching out to Roger.

But at this moment, the snowmaiden who rushed forward frantically didn't notice the abnormality that happened to her.

With each minute it advanced, its body crumbled an inch, and by the time he rushed in front of Roger, an invisible force had slashed it through a thousand slashes, leaving only a lone head.

The rusty wood knife slashed through the air and slashed straight into Granny Snow's face.

Click!

At this time, the power that erupted from Roger's thin body was extremely terrifying, and he easily cut open the entire head of Granny Xue.

A large pool of cloudy brains burst out of his mind, but a black light flashed, and the cloudy liquid instantly evaporated, leaving only a terrible scream, which echoed through the valley.

Click.

Roger's knife shattered into pieces and landed on the snow, and he fell from the air.

There is a mysterious power shuttling through the body, and it seems that this body is completely transformed.

Roger stood in the snow and didn't feel any cold.

I don't know how long later, several frightened heads appeared in the doorway.

Then they saw the broken corpses all over the floor, and Roger standing next to the corpses.

"Hair ...... What happened? ”

Someone said cautiously.

Roger noticed that the men were looking at him with horror, and he was about to answer when he found his body walking forward without his control.

"What's going on?"

There was a doubt in his heart, he could feel all the changes that had taken place in this body, but he lost control at this time.

"Xunyue, did you kill it?"

The man's rough voice came, but Roger didn't say anything, but raised his head, his gaze looking through the darkness to somewhere in the sky.

Sou!

There was a sound of breaking wind, followed by several figures above the snow.

The spiritual power is surging and the aura is powerful, and the body is wearing a uniform costume, and everyone wears a strange mask on their faces.

Roger recognized the pattern of the mask.

These people are supposed to be subordinate to the Raven Tengu.

"Dead?"

"That thing was actually killed, could it be that an Onmyoji happened to be passing by here?"

A young man spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the crowd gathered around the door of the hut, "Do you know what's going on here?" ”

The young man asked unceremoniously.

Everyone looked at him tremblingly, but no one dared to answer.

Just when the young man was a little impatient, an old figure in the crowd stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction where Roger was standing.

"He killed that thing!"

"We're all hiding in the house, it's him!"

The young man's curious gaze fell on Roger, and a ray of light shot out of his eye, as if to see through Roger's body.

"An unexpected awakening, interesting."

"Little one, would you like to go back with me?"

Roger could only watch it all but couldn't say anything, and the next second he felt a force hold him up.

There is an extra pair of wings as thin as cicada wings on the back.

"If you don't answer, if you agree, such a talent will definitely become an excellent onmyoji!"

The young man's body soared into the air, and Roger's wings flicked and followed closely behind him.

At this time, everyone who realized what had happened ran out of the room, and they looked up at the young man floating in the air with a look of hope.

"Onmyoji-sama, take me, take me!"

The crowd jumped up and down.

The young man turned a deaf ear to this, and he ignored the cries of the crowd and raised his body again.

Everything beneath his feet grew small, and before everything was gone, Roger felt himself suddenly lower his head and glance at the farce beneath the cabin.

Just hold on a little longer, and things will take a turn for the better, and the evil inside the cabin will not happen.

But now, this concrete young body is completely separated from the person in front of him.

It's a world of difference.

"It's really surprising that you were so calm on your first flight, what's your name?"

The young man pursed his lips, and after a moment replied, "Eight months and ten months." ”

The moment the name was spoken, Roger felt his consciousness vibrate, and something seemed to be gradually being stripped from his body in the depths of his soul.

He couldn't feel the changes around him, his mind was agitated, and when everything calmed down, Roger could clearly feel that something in the depths of his consciousness had been dug up.

"I seem to have forgotten something......"

Roger racked his brains to think, but soon, his thoughts froze, "Wait, I'...... Who am I? ”

"I'm Hachizuki!"

"No, no, that's not me!"

He thought wildly, but couldn't find the familiar name in his mind.

An inexplicable panic swept through the body.

A messy debris flashed in his mind, he knew who he was one moment, and the next, he forgot something.

In the midst of this drastic transformation, he became more and more panicked, and even an inexplicable thought popped up in his mind.

"Is this what it feels like to lose yourself?"

"It turns out that this is the kind of life that Sunset Lonely Mountain has experienced."

"Wait, why did I mention Sunset Mountain?"

"Who is the lonely mountain at sunset?"

The wind whistled in his ears, and the young man who took Roger seemed to be interested in him, and the two of them were wrapped in a stream of energy, allowing them to talk freely without being affected by the surrounding temperature and air currents.

During this process, Roger's consciousness was always out of it, and he heard the young man introduce himself.

It is known that he comes from one of the eight branches of Tengu Shrine, is a rising star of the shrine, and his teacher is known as the most outstanding inheritor of Tengu Shrine in history.

The speed of the flight became faster and faster, and the two exchanged ideas from time to time, and as time passed, Roger found that his consciousness became more and more chaotic.

He tried to do something, but no change helped.

Slowly, consciousness became blurred, and in the panic he lost perception of his surroundings.

Darkness strikes, and Roger knows that he is being killed in disguise.

From memory and consciousness.

Everything becomes nothing.

After some time, his consciousness rose and fell in the darkness, and then suddenly a faint light flashed, and Roger exhaled violently.

I opened my eyes!

"What's going on?"

"Where am I?"

"Me?"

"Who am I?"

The thoughts in his mind were like a mess, and he slammed to his feet, not bothering to observe his surroundings, completely immersed his mind, and tried to think.

"By the way, I'm Roger."

"I'm from ......"

Memories are like a cut videotape that suddenly jams, and with it infinite panic ensues.

Roger knew that he was in a great crisis, he could not see his enemies, but there was no doubt that if he lost his memory, he would be erased.

It is equivalent to death.

"Jackdaw Sword Master, yes, I should be in the memory of the Jackdaw Sword Master, let me think about ......"

He muttered quietly, trying to sort out a little bit from the chaos of thoughts.

"Is this his way of attacking?"

"Things started to change after the power in him awakened, so now?"

It was only then that Roger relented and looked around, and he found himself in a house with simple decorations.

It was night, and there was silence outside, and the bright moonlight left a shadow on the ground through the window.

With his hands open, Roger immediately noticed the most intuitive changes in his body.

The arms are powerful.

This is a pair of adult palms.

With a heartbeat, he soon found a mirror in the room, and by the light outside the window, Roger could see what he was like at this time.

The figure is burly and the face is resolute, but some familiar shadows can still be seen in the contours and temperament of the face.

This should still be the same as the Jackdaw Sword Lord when he was younger, but what about the last time?

The last time he regained consciousness, his body was obviously a teenager.

This made many thoughts rise in Roger's mind again.

His enemies are no longer a specific person.

He was the only one in the room, and Roger carefully examined his current body, with well-proportioned muscles and strong spiritual power.

He slowly pushed the door open and came outside.

There was silence all around, but after taking a few steps forward, something strange arose in his heart, and he turned his head and glanced at the hut standing not far away.

I vaguely understood something in my heart.

Quickly returning to the room and closing the door, he immediately noticed that his mind had become quiet, as if there was some inexplicable connection between himself and the room he was in.

"Is it the Hunter's Cabin?"

"There's a force that cuts off the connection, but he's always there!" With joy in his heart, he couldn't help but ignite a lot of hope.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Roger struggled to sense the presence of the Hunter's Hut, but until dawn, the depths of his consciousness remained empty.

"What went wrong?"

Roger recalls all of his experiences, but many of his memories begin to cripple, making the process incredibly slow.

"Although the power of the Jackdaw Sword Lord is strong, it is impossible to directly affect the Hunter's Hut."

As far as the extraordinary power that Roger has been exposed to so far, the level of the Hunter's Hut has always been very high, and in his heart, Roger even thinks that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Lord will not surpass that silver dragon.

"The problem is mine."

He suddenly remembered the fierce battle before he lost consciousness, and the sword skills of the Jackdaw Sword Master had brought him great oppression.

Not only did it drain Roger's strength, but it also hollowed out his spirit.

Perhaps it was because of this that his power was depleted, and Roger was drawn into this strange vortex of memories.

What happens here does not correspond to reality, so it is guessed that Roger must still be in a weak state at this time.

His true consciousness has almost come to a standstill, so the so-called connection is naturally impossible.

"If so, then here, this waking self may just be a little reflection of its own consciousness in this world!"

Roger's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he had found the crux of the problem.

"Only a true awakening of self-consciousness can awaken the power in the body and then fight back!"

The direction was determined, and there were two more questions in front of Roger's eyes.

What should he do.

Why did the Jackdaw Sword Lord do this?

From the duel between the two, it is not difficult to see that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Lord is overwhelming, and in Roger's opinion, he is no longer a simple Extreme Sword Master.

Rather, it goes one step further and reaches out to areas that Roger can't.

Under this kind of disparity in strength, the Jackdaw Sword Master at that time could easily cut off his head, but why, why did he squeeze out his strength and deplete his spirit, and then bring it into this strange place.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the doubts in his heart, Roger began to solve the problem in front of him.

It was getting dark, and in this case, his own consciousness began to become hazy, as if something in his body was reviving.

"Awakening the ...... of Consciousness in Itself"

"Power...... Body...... Spiritual ......"

"The memories of this body's experiences are eroding my original consciousness, and now my own true consciousness is in a state of chaos and exhaustion, if the last bit of reflection is wiped out......"

Roger suddenly had a terrible thought, "At that point, without memory and self, I and this body will become one." ”

"No, it's the body that will merge with me."

"With this reversal, from mapping to the ontology, consciousness is reversed!"

Roger's eyes widened.

"Will it be me who will be revived at that time?"

Eyelids jumped.

Roger felt like he was getting closer to the truth of the matter.

"His purpose is not to kill me at all, but to wear out my consciousness and, after completing the fusion, completely devour and take full control of my body!"

"By then......"

"Occupies my body, has the most vivid vitality, and ...... at the same time"

"Spirit Sword Project!"

"His power is stored in that weapon!"

"Is this the truth of the entire Spirit Sword Project?!"

"Using a weapon to manipulate the sword-wielder is nothing more than a stopgap measure, and what he has always wanted is a body that truly matches his heart."

With a boom in his mind, Roger felt that there were still many questions that had not been sorted out.

What is Me?

Could it be that the Jackdaw Sword Master hadn't made a similar attempt before?

If he fails, then why is he sure that he will succeed in himself?

For so many years, the students of the Jackdaw Sword Master have all died due to accidents, is it really an accident, or is it just an accidental failure?

"What should I do?"

After discovering the truth of the matter, Roger calmed down instead, and now he needs to think about more than just escaping from this strange place.

There are more important ones.

How can he fight back after fleeing?

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