When the slanger becomes aware of assimilation, it means that his life has come to an end.

The final source power poured out like a flood, connecting the tree of life while entangling the iron-gastric king and the female gluttony demon. Adams's eyes were dull and decisive.

"Are you crazy? Let me go," the female gluttony demon teared the source power on her neck with force, but the pure source power couldn't be pulled, not only wrapped around her neck, but also spread into her body.

The iron stomach also hissed, but his arms were covered with wood chips. When the skin of a certain part of the body was converted into wood, it means that all the tissues, muscle energy, and flesh under the skin had been transformed into wood. He had endless power, but it was useless at this time. He had a powerful source power, but disappeared bit by bit.

The female gluttonous demon was scared. Although it was blocked by the power, Adams, who had used the tree of life, could not stop the spiritual energy of life? Her legs began to lose consciousness.

"Let me go, I won't kill + no + wrong + novel + 3w + + people, let me go",

Adams quietly looked at her face distorted by anger and fear. The gluttons also had feelings. They were ecstatic and sad, and they became bloodthirsty. Those were all feelings produced by life instinct, like wild beasts, but wild beasts still had family affection. These gluttons were willing to kill and enjoy killing for their strength. Their fear was only afraid of losing their lives.

"This world is inclusive. With swordsmen and knights, there should be a living space for gluttons. Each profession has its own advantages and disadvantages. No one is qualified to completely deny them because of the shortcomings of a certain profession, and the same is true for gluttons."

"I once risked a great danger to give Huajianyue Tree a chance to get on the right track. Because of others and because of himself, I failed. If you die, the gluttons may disappear on the mainland, but even so, I will kill you here."

"You are not worthy of this bright world, nor are you worthy of the fragrance of flowers and plants here. I am buried with you in the underworld."

"Crack", the source power broke the neck of the female gluttonous demon. She looked at Adams in surprise, unwilling to give up, she was unwilling to give up, she had a strong source power, powerful, and there was still a lot of food waiting for her to enjoy in this world, but in the end she could only use her twisted head to watch her body bit by bit.

Adams's eyes also became hazy. Blood overflowed from his mouth, and he could feel the gradually wooded organs in his body. His back was already connected to the trunk behind him.

"Well, this is the end, tell Roger not to be blinded by hatred."

The final source power spread far away, and the grass blew into one another. In the open vision, he saw Roger running out of the Shatong Trail with Lolita's body in his arms. He saw his cold expression, the tears on his face and the deep hatred in his eyes. He stretched out his hand in vain to wipe his tears, but what he saw was his condensed and solidified hand.

The grassland disappeared, the sun disappeared, and the darkness invaded, and his eyelids finally dropped. Whether he was dead or sleeping, he seemed to see the girl in a white dress looking back and smiling at him.

"Mia",

With a smile, he assimilated with the Tree of Life, his body melted into the trunk, and there was only a giant tree of life and two wooden statues under the tree on the empty plain.

At the end of the Shatong Trail, a breeze blew by. Roger suddenly stopped, and the tearing pain in his heart. The grass on the ground floated, as if a hand gently stroked his face. He trembled violently in his heart and opened his mouth to look ahead.

"Roger, don't be blinded by hatred."

Gentle words rang in his ears, and then the source power dissipated with the wind, and Roger stood on the spot.

"What's wrong?",

Jessos Road behind him.

Roger shook his head and continued running forward

At this time, Kandin had become a ruin, the city walls collapsed, and the houses turned into ashes in the flames. The fire burned from the city gate to the streets, with broken bodies everywhere and mourning crowds everywhere. No one thought that this trial would have such a result.

Their misery did not end. Just half a day after Roger escaped, the Burial Cult made a comeback. Nicholas and the Black Knights reappeared. Without the walls and the defense under Rogers, they entered the city effortlessly, and the fire burned the sky red.

Administrator Husman directed the guards to put out the fire everywhere, but when the sprinkler left by Roger was destroyed by the Black Knight's gun, they were completely desperate. Without water restraint, they could no longer compete with the flames of the Burial Cult. The guards were buried one by one in the sea of ​​fire, and then resurrected from the flames and became prisoners of flames without pain and consciousness. Husman could only lead the remaining guards back to the Holy Seek Archbishop Mandes and ask him to make an idea.

However, the pain waiting for them was despair. When everyone was stunned when they saw Mandes stretching out his palm and appearing in the flames, dozens of people died in the flames. Mandes fought to the death in despair. When he rushed to the gate of the city, he turned around and counted. There were less than ten left in the 800 guards in the administrative hall, each of which was wounded.

The remaining citizens ran away with their families and their children and their daughters. When they saw Husman on horseback and the guards behind him, they knelt down one after another, dragging their tired bodies in front of Husman's horse.

"Sir, save us." A woman collapsed to the ground with a two-year-old child on her back. One of her hands was burned to the point of burning black.

"Sir, please bring us with you. If you abandon us, we will have a dead end."

"Sir, do we still have a place to live?" asked a guard behind him with a black face and covered in blood.

"Yes," Hughesman said: "Mr. Roger is not dead yet."

"but",

The guards lowered their heads, and the citizens also lowered their heads. There were only crying sounds left in the crowd. They regretted and blamed themselves. They all remembered that Archbishop Roger personally deployed the defense a month ago, taught them how to use water to defend themselves, and remembered that every night he rode his horse and personally dispatched the defense of the city wall.

Now, Roger has been strangled by their own hands, and they all saw his grief-torn face the moment his fiancée fell, and at that time they were applauding, and they applauded in their hearts, will he come back if this city owe him so much?

There is a darkness ahead, long night, and behind is the hell of death, the ancient city buried in the sea of ​​fire. Hughesmanlema turned and firmly said: "Kanding has fallen, we are isolated and helpless except Sloke. Soon Sloke will also face the invasion of the Burial Cult. No one can lead us except Lord Roger. He must hate me, hate you, and hate each of us, but isn't that what we deserve? I have decided to look for Lord Roger, the ends of the world, the deep blood hatred sea, and I will find him and ask him to ask for his forgiveness, and then, ask him to lead us to rebuild Kanding."

He rode his horse and followed him on horseback. Soon the citizens behind him lined up with the elderly and children, and they were destined to travel hard in the long dark night (to be continued...)

Chapter 193: Lonely City, Reverse Travel:
Chapter completed!