The roar behind him gradually became smaller. Roger and others had already left the battlefield of Nan Yurou and Elizabeth. He carefully pondered his plans along the way, and all the details were passed in his mind. After confirming that, he looked back.

"Uncle, are you looking for something?"

He had looked back several times along the way, and he looked back once without walking a distance. Moreover, his actions seemed aimless, walking on the cracked land, and then going around to the sand not far away.

Roger said: "I'm looking for treasures."

Although Yalei was innocent, she was not a fool. She knew that he was fooling him again.

Roger walked back for a while and squatted down. He closed his eyes and felt it with all his heart. Soon he opened his eyes again, and his brows frowned slightly under the mask.

He then stood up and walked towards the sand in the distance, squatted down and closed his eyes and placed his hands on the ground. The result of this sensing made him laugh. His previous speculation was correct, and the Holy See indeed, there was someone who sent him to follow him.

Roger has been waiting since entering the penalty area. When the Holy See sent people to follow the Holy See, he knew that the Holy See would send someone to confirm if he wanted to use the funeral sect to get rid of it. So after he entered the penalty area, he would set up a puppet line first if he didn't go to a single place.

The puppet line is purely composed of source power. His puppet line is very thin and thin. A person who is good at tracking may be able to detect all the subtle changes around him, but he will definitely not be able to find his puppet line, because the puppet line has no color and no trace of air circulation during movement. Roger just arranged the puppet line, one centimeter to one meter above the ground. As long as someone passes through the puppet line, it will break silently, and only the puppet master can sense the gap.

Since many of his puppet lines are distributed far away, they must be near to sense them. This is why he always turns back and forth along the way.

Now he knew that his speculation was completely correct. The puppet line on the sand was broken. There were very few puppet lines in this place, and someone had been here.

No sound was heard, no one noticed it, including Leo, and the tracking skills of the visitor were very clever.

Although I don’t know where he is now, it’s enough for Roger. The puppet thread poked out from his fingers. He set fire with flint and shouted: “Nicolah, haven’t you shown up yet?”.

Nicholas could feel it wherever there was flame, which was recorded in Duras's information.

However, Nicholas did not respond to him, and replaced it with a gust of bloody wind. The fire he had just started suddenly extinguished, like a blood moon rising from the sky in thick ink. The bright red blood moon was brighter than the blood light on Elizabeth's body.

The smell of blood is also stronger.

Roger stood up and looked forward in horror. A fog was pouring out from the end of the cracked earth. In the blink of an eye, the world had turned into a vast white patch. When he looked up, the fog was still ten miles away. When he looked up, the fog had already covered his body.

Roger couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his body stiff and staggering in a slight horror, Yale looked at him with confusion.

Roger said: "In this fog",

"Uncle, how can there be any fog?" Yalei was even more confused.

Roger was shocked, how could this be? This is an illusion? It is impossible. The display of illusion is conditional. Props and source power are indispensable. He did not see the props, and the special source power was also ten miles away. How could he get into illusion?

However, the scene in the fog became clearer. The plaque in front became clearer. The city walls under the plaque were clearly visible. There were rows of houses, pedestrians on the streets, hawkers with their mouths open, and he didn't move at all. The town in the fog seemed to move towards him. The plaque just now was only the size of a palm, and it was already close at this time, and the words on the plaque were also clearly visible. At that moment, Roger's heart was shocked.

"Dapest", the words on the plaque magnified little by little in his eyes.

Death town Dapest, Roger was almost stunned. He watched the figures of pedestrians passing through his body. He saw a little girl holding the hand of a boy beside him happily pinning the freshly picked flower on his head. He saw a family of three sitting in a restaurant saying this warmly. He saw a pair of sisters chatting about gossip.

But in the blink of an eye, their faces showed a look of horror. Under the plaque, at the end of the long street, on the roof, men in black appeared in every place. Weird puppets poked out from behind them, without any sound or any alert. As soon as they appeared, a massacre started. Two people were guarding the plaque, two were guarding the end of the long street, and the others jumped down and killed when they saw people. Everyone's expressions became terrified. The parents sitting in the restaurant had only had time to protect their son who was eating noodles and were pierced by the tail pierced by a scorpion puppet. The sisters were stabbed in blood before they could be born. They didn't know why until they died. Twenty minutes later, the originally warm town became a complete hell on earth. In just twenty minutes, the puppet master fooled everyone in the town.

Roger's heart kept shrinking, and he watched me use the transport puppets to transport puppets to the castle in the suburbs.

"Puppet Master, now knows how sinful he exists?"

A pain in the neck Roger was snatched by a hand like an iron pincer. A middle-aged man in a long black suit had arrived in front of him at some point. His long, curly hair was fluttering, his face was evil, and his eyes were even more special than Nikola's. He seemed to have buried an abyss of endless sin. He could only take a look and could not extricate himself.

"Uncle",

He appeared too suddenly, and neither Yale, Leo, and Roger could react. At this time, the form could no longer be reversed. He just had to gently move his fingers Roger's life would be terminated.

Roger looked into his eyes and sneered, "That's just a fantasy."

He clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger. He knew about the death town incident, but the narrative of the text was far from the real reappearance of the terrible impact. Now he could not forget the faces just now, their enlarged pupils before death, their terrified faces.

He always thought that all professions in this world are equal, whether they are wizards, puppet masters, swordsmen, knights, they are equal. They just need to use their strength in the right place and any profession is the same. Are there no bravery and fearless people? Are there no despicable and dirty people in the Holy See, the Holy See, the self-proclaimed light, and there is no corner of darkness. However, after witnessing the tragedy in the small town of Dapest, he could no longer defend the puppet master or himself.

Why? Why did he choose to become a puppet master? His inner strength is becoming increasingly scarce and weak (to be continued...)

Chapter 167 The Death Town Reappears:
Chapter completed!