"That Arrahan must have discovered the special use of the black mist in this cursed land, and this time he is not willing to passively wait for things to develop, but has taken the initiative to make some kind of attempt."

It seems to be inducing anomalies through this black fog.

Clearly, however, this change is overwhelmingly not beneficial.

It seems that because Roger's body was transformed through the black stone, he is very familiar with this kind of energy, and Roger found a hidden secret door along this feeling.

Opening the secret door, he saw countless black clusters of ice crystals converging in all directions, and then straight into the top of the room.

Standing here, Roger's heart beating wildly, he pursed his lips, knowing what he had found.

Descending a narrow roundabout, a crystal coffin sits in the middle of the hall.

Roger held his breath, he opened the Quinn Law Seal, and the steel sword in his other hand was protected in front of him, slowly moving forward.

Grunt...... Grunt.

The black liquid in the crystal coffin bubbled, and there appeared to be tentacle-like objects wriggling in it.

"That guy used to be here."

Roger could even imagine the other party's rotting and broken body, soaking in the black mud.

The flesh crumbled into puree and tumbled in a black liquid.

With the help of mystical forces, the broken flesh reunites to form a new twisted body.

Suddenly, Roger seemed to sense something, and he turned sideways and looked at the door at the end of a passageway.

He was there, he must be there.

Although reason was frantically reminding Roger to leave immediately, his body seemed to be out of his control, and he came to the door at great speed.

"What's going on?"

"This attraction ......"

Roger shook his head.

"According to Dickinson, that Arrahand should be in a deep sleep, this is a golden opportunity!"

This special correlation between the two is destined to become an undying enemy, Roger's eyes are instantly bloodshot, and the next moment his consciousness is too late to control, his hands have already pushed the door open.

"Howl!"

The green spirits rushed to Roger, but they could do nothing but howl in anger and were dragged into the torches.

In the green room, Roger saw a withered figure hanging on the opposite wall, corresponding to his own thin and shriveled abdomen, which was far beyond the normal contour!

According to the size, it is speculated that a 10-year-old child can be accommodated in the belly of the other party!

The belly was propped up almost transparently, and even in this light, Roger could clearly see the wriggling figure in his abdomen.

That's not a baby at all.

There was no sweetness on the child's face, only hideous greed, and he opened his mouth wide as if he was desperately swallowing something, and the more he ate, the weaker the mother's breath became.

Roger slowly moved forward.

When he got closer, he saw that above the woman's bulging abdomen, there should have been a full chest.

But at this time, only a piece of skin hung on the chest was shriveled, and the originally white skin also became dry and yellow, and a gap was opened in the middle of the chest.

The fractured sternum stretched out to the sides, and a twisted, pieced together skull was tucked in the middle.

The sternums on both sides are like strange curved corners that stretch out from the skull, revealing an evil and twisted aura.

"Ho ......"

A weak voice came into his ears, and the woman who was hanging in the air in the shape of a large character trembled slightly.

She looked up, but she did this extremely simple movement very slowly, and Roger even worried that her neck bone would not be able to bear the weight of her skull and break in an instant.

His hair was dry like straw, and Roger couldn't see the other person's appearance at all, and the woman opened her eyes.

But there were no eyeballs in the sockets, only a shriveled clump of shrivelled sarcoma.

"Who...... Who is it?"

The woman asked in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Roger was on guard.

"Me?"

"yes, who am I?"

"I'm Mary, the daughter of a tailor......"

"Nope! Wrong! ”

Her voice suddenly raised.

"No, I'm not!"

"I am Kassandra, the great Voodoo Queen, and one day I will develop the Voodoo Society into a truly powerful and transcendent force!"

"I want to provide shelter for my brothers and sisters so that they are no longer oppressed, I want to ...... Ahem......"

Kassandra coughed frantically, her abdomen bulging and contracting with a violent movement, which made her very uncomfortable, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

"Kassandra?"

The image of this woman in front of me is far from the legendary Bordeaux first beauty.

"What did Arrahand do to you?"

Roger asked in a deep voice, feeling a powerful aura in the woman's belly.

"He's a monster ......"

Kassandra spoke intermittently as she spoke, and Roger's face grew gloomy as she narrated.

This guy actually plans to create a body that fits perfectly into himself as a way to get rid of this cursed land.

If it's really done by him......

Thinking of everything he had seen before, Roger's heart fluttered, if that terrible black fog spread to the real world.

Bordeaux is no more populated today than it was 100 years ago, even if the number of people living in Bordeaux has dropped dramatically as a result of natural disasters more than 30 years ago.

But as an important seaside city, Bordeaux has a very large population base.

With such a huge population, even if only 1/10, or even 1% of the population becomes a monster, the changes it brings will shock the world.

Just then, Roger saw the face embedded in Kassandra's chest, his eyes rolled, and then they opened suddenly!

The eyes are facing each other.

In this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the chaotic eyeballs turned, then closed.

"Kill...... Kill me! ”

Kassandra said intermittently.

"As long as I die, without the support of spiritual energy, the body he cultivated will not be able to mature!"

"And his plan will fail completely!"

Roger clenched the steel sword in his hand.

"From the forehead to the center of the eyebrows!"

"My divine core is hidden in the depths of my mind, destroying where the spirit will collapse and interrupt this evil ritual at the same time."

"Why don't you just kill him?"

"After all, he only has one head left!"

"Huh." Kassandra smiled.

"A sheep can't kill a sleeping dragon, and although I'm weakened to the extreme, with your current strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to pierce my skull."

"As for it......"

"The flesh is just a container, and if it weren't for a special reason being bound in it, the flesh that kills them tends to release the true power in the soul and thus make them more terrifying!"

Roger's heart jumped.

"Can they be resurrected after they've been killed?"

He thought of Dickinson, who had been split in half and his entrails spilled all over the ground.

"Resurrection?"

Kassandra shook her head.

"This kind of thing has never really come alive."

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