"That Yarahan must have discovered the special use of the black fog in this curse land. This time he was no longer willing to passively wait for the development of things, but took the initiative to make some attempt."

It seems that this black fog is inducing a mutation.

But it is obvious that this change will not be of any benefit in most cases.

It seems that because Roger's body was transformed through Black Stone, he was very familiar with this energy, and following this feeling, Roger found a hidden secret door.

When he opened the secret door, he saw countless black ice crystal objects gathering from all directions and then went straight to somewhere at the top of the room.

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

Following a long narrow circumference passage, a crystal coffin is placed in the hall.

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

Gulu...gulu.

The black liquid in the crystal coffin was flipping with bubbles, and there seemed to be tentacle-like objects squirming.

"That guy has been here once."

Roger could even imagine the other party's rotten and broken body soaked in this black mud.

The flesh and blood cracked into a paste and then rolled in the black liquid.

With the help of mysterious power, the broken flesh and blood reunited to form a new twisted body.

Suddenly, Roger seemed to feel something. He turned sideways and looked at the door at the end of a passage.

He is there, he must be there.

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

"What's going on?"

“This attraction…”

Roger shook his head.

"According to Dickinson, that Yaraham should be in a deep sleep, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

This special connection between the two was destined to be an endless enemy. Roger's eyes were instantly congested, and the next moment he had no time to control his consciousness, and his hands had already pushed open the door.

"howl!"

The green demon spirit rushed to Roger, but they could do nothing, so they could only howl angrily, and then unwilling to be pulled into the torch.

In the room with green light, Roger saw the dry figure hanging on the opposite wall. Corresponding to his thinness and shriveling, the other party's bulge, far exceeding the normal outline of the lower abdomen!

According to the size, the size of the other person can accommodate a 10-year-old child in his belly!

His belly was almost transparent, and even in this light, Roger could clearly see the squirming figure in his abdomen.

That wasn't a baby at all.

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

Roger slowly moved forward.

He saw that he should have a full chest above the woman's bulging abdomen.

But at this time, only a piece of skin was left hanging on it on it, and the originally fair skin became dry and yellow, and a gap was opened in the middle of the chest.

The broken sternum is stretched open to both sides, and a twisted head made of different parts is stuffed in the middle.

The sternum on both sides is like a strange curved corner extending from the head, revealing an evil and twisted aura.

"Huh..."

Suddenly, a weak voice came into my ears, and the woman hanging in the air in a large shape trembled slightly.

She raised her head, but she did this extremely simple move very slowly. Roger even worried that her neck bone would not be able to withstand the weight of her head and would break instantly.

The hair was as dry as straw, and Roger could not see the other person's appearance clearly, so the woman opened her eyes.

But there were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only a shriveled and cramped sarcoma.

"Who... who?"

The woman asked in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Roger was on guard carefully.

"I?"

"Yes, who am I?"

"I am Mary, the daughter of a tailor..."

"No! No!"

Her voice suddenly rose.

"No, I'm not!"

"I am Kassandra, the great voodoo queen. One day I will develop the voodoo association into a truly powerful extraordinary force!"

"I want to provide shelter for my brothers and sisters so that they will no longer be oppressed, I want to...ahem..."

Cassandra coughed wildly, and her violent movements made her abdomen bulge and contract, which made her very uncomfortable, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

"Cassandra?"

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

"What the hell did Yarahan do to you?"

Roger asked in a deep voice, and he felt a powerful breath in the woman's abdomen.

"He's a monster..."

Cassandra said the story intermittently, and as she narrated, Roger's face became more and more gloomy.

This guy actually planned to create a body that suits him completely to get rid of this curse land.

If he really did...

Thinking of everything he saw before, Roger felt a sense of terrible black fog spread to the real world.

Bordeaux is no longer the same as 100 years ago, even if the number of people living in the country was reduced by 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% becomes a monster, the changes that will shock the world.

At this moment, Roger saw the face embedded in Cassandra's chest, his eyes turned and then suddenly opened!

Four eyes are opposite.

At this moment, the air seemed to have solidified, and the chaotic eyes turned and then closed.

"Kill...kill me!"

Cassandra said intermittently.

"As long as I die and without the support of spiritual energy, the body he cultivates cannot mature!"

"And his plan will fail completely!"

Roger tightened the steel sword in his hand.

"Punctured from the forehead into the middle of the eyebrows!"

"My divine core is hidden deep in my mind, destroying it will break down the spirit, and it can also interrupt this evil ritual."

"Why not kill him directly?"

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

"Haha." Kassandra smiled.

"The sheep cannot kill a sleeping dragon. Although I have become extremely weak, with your current strength, I am afraid that even I can't pierce my skull."

“As for it…”

"The flesh is just a container, and if it were not bound in it for special reasons, killing their flesh will often release the true power in the soul, making them even more terrifying!"

Roger's heart thumped.

"Can they be resurrected after they are killed?"

He thought of Dickinson, whose internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"resurrection?"

Kassandra shook her head.

"This kind of thing has never really lived."

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Chapter completed!