"The Burial Cult has suffered heavy losses when it surrounded Sloke, and the battle of Duntou Valley has even damaged its vitality. Why, it has recovered in just half a year?"

When Roger heard that Sloke was facing the funeral sect again, Roger was not too worried. Although the principal was gone, Lilith and Nan Yurou of Ziwei were still in charge.

The Burial Cult has lost two heavy generals, Mandes and Vlad. With the current strength of the Burial Cult, even if it is Riana and Shadia, it will not be able to defeat Sloke.

The sickle in his hand turned and disappeared in the air. He raised his head and took a breath, feeling refreshed. After breaking through the limit, his five senses and six consciousnesses became different. He could clearly feel the little bits of the air entering his body along his throat.

Shaman said: "This time there is not only a burial sect, but also a death fighting tower."

"Death Fighting Tower",

Roger was even more surprised. The Death Fighting Tower was a gathering place for mainland death row prisoners, so how could he suddenly get mixed up with the Burial Cult?

But then I felt relieved. The Burial and Fighting Tower were birds of a feather, so it was not surprising that they colluded with each other.

Roger sneered: "Although the prisoners in the fighting tower are vicious, they are not opponents of the Bullock cavalry on the battlefield. The old lion will give them a good military lesson."

He had witnessed the charge of the Bullock cavalry. Even the flame prisoners who had no pain or fear could not resist their charge. What kind of big waves could those death row prisoners who were mixed together and even the mobs cause?

If you fight alone, those who are brave and fierce prisoners may be a bit threatening, but on the battlefield is about war and cooperation, and personal courage is useless.

Shaman said: "It's a pity that the old lion you said is seriously injured and can't go to fight anymore."

"What".

Roger turned around and it seemed that the war was beyond his expectations.

He knew he would react like this, Shaman waved his hand and said, "He was injured by a group of guys wearing white masks. If it weren't for the masters of Ziweihua who arrived in time, he might have died."

She looked at Roger and said, "So. You know, Sloch's situation is not optimistic at all now."

White mask

God's left hand

Roger couldn't help but stir up trouble. How could the white mask appear in Sloke and why did he suddenly attack Brock's house?

After a long time, he shook his head. There were too few clues. If you want to know the truth, you could only go to Slok in person.

"Hate, don't throw me away anymore. I won't play with you anymore."

An Qier's voice suddenly came from the front.

Roger looked up and saw An Qier protecting her head with both hands, her body was black and white, and the mud was covered with mud. In the mud in front, you little witch laughed wildly and squeezed out pieces of mud and threw it to her.

Although she was afraid to die when catching a snake, she seemed to be very good at bullying the angel.

Roger flashed and appeared behind her back and grabbed her ears.

"Ah, Brother Roger, it hurts."

Roger let go of his hand and smiled, "You are very capable, you dare to bully the gods."

The little witch quickly flicked and pinched her waist and said, "If you have the ability, don't help her."

She looked up and down Roger and said, "Hey, where did this robe come from? Is it given to you by Master? Why is it better than mine?"

"Idiot, this is the cloak of death." Roger turned his head and said, "Miss Shaman, tell me Shapegee on my behalf that I should go to help Sloch."

Shaman nodded. She knew that the witches in the association must have been exhausted a lot, after all, they invited the terrible god of death.

"Anqier, spread your wings. It's time for the angel to come again."

The black light wings behind him suddenly opened. The wind roared, and after breaking through the limit, his light wings were nearly two meters long.

"Brother Roger. You have become a birdman," the little witch said in surprise.

Roger, who had just flew up, almost fell from the sky with a fall.

"Bastard, I'm going to deal with you when I come back."

He took Angel's hand, squirted the light wings behind him, and a strong wind rolled up in the sky, and he turned into a black light and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

The little witch below was caught off guard and was staggered, raised her head and looked at the sky blankly, saying, "That wing is real",

He never stopped for a moment. Roger spread his black light wings for a hundred miles in an instant. The scenery below continued to change. His speed made Angel a little unable to open his eyes. The distance from Hongyan Island to Shatong Trail was already reached within a moment.

From afar, Sister Luo saw Sloke's troops coming to the city again, and an army of flame prisoners and death row prisoners in the fighting tower were rushing into the city gate again and again.

And the beacon fires ignited in Slok, and his heart suddenly became tight. Could it be that Slok had been broken?

"Swoosh swish swish",

Just as he was about to speed up, a few slender white silks below suddenly wrapped around his arm. He frowned and was about to pull out the golden knife to cut off the white silk, but the white silk suddenly exerted force.

An extremely powerful pulling force came from below, and Roger, who was unable to touch the sky, suddenly fell down.

"Hahaha, boy, come down."

An old but full of breath came into his ears from below, and the pulling force on his body was even greater. Angel exclaimed and fell with him.

But then Roger's light wings extended again, this time it grew to three meters. His momentum of falling suddenly stopped, and he held the white silk wrapped around his wrist with his backhand.

Looking down, the narrow Shatong Trail was now covered with slender spider webs. The spider web was three times thicker than an ordinary spider web, and it covered the already narrow Shatong Trail tightly with layers.

A thin white-haired old man who was as thin as a rib was pressing against the middle of the big net at this time, looking up at Roger and Angel in the air.

The skin on his face was full of wrinkles and spots, which looked very terrifying at first glance, especially when he grinned at this moment, he seemed to be an evil ghost from hell.

Roger pulled the spider silk in his hand and smiled: "I have only been away for a few months, and there are so many experts on the mainland. Old man, please sign up."

The sticky and tough spider silk in his hand came from the old man's mouth. His arms were dry and slender, and his bone spurs were raised high behind him.

He was originally stuck on the spider web behind him, but now he has changed to a lying position, and the web is densely filled with spiders.

Those mutant spiders, the size of a palm, made people's scalp numb at first glance, and Angel was so scared that she closed her eyes.

He looks no different from a spider.

"Boy, have you heard of the evil name of the old spider?" The skinny old man opened his mouth and smiled grimly.

Roger was disgusted when he saw this smile. Both sides of his lips were cracked, and even the yellow teeth on both sides were exposed.

He also remembered the name of Spider Old Man. It will be continued
Chapter completed!