When the black cloak appears, the god of death comes to the earth.

The flame prisoner who had originally come from hell suddenly felt inexplicably frightened. The army of burial sects who had only known to cut and slaughtered them all put down their weapons and looked at Roger slowly walking towards him in fear.

The Burial Sect and others in the sky also changed their faces suddenly.

Roger in his cape brought them the fear of death, and he has never felt this way since they were reborn from hell.

"Roger",

The teachers and students of Ziweihua also saw Roger. Although his hair turned gray and his face became vicissitudes, everyone recognized that Roger, who once led Ziweihua to the three-league league championship, and Roger, who became the Archbishop of Kanding City at a young age, has returned.

But everyone was mixed. Can he save Sloke alone?

"Fuck, Elizabeth, Nicholas, a boy scared you like this?"

Although the Burial Cult is afraid, he is a habitual murderer. The mainland retaliated Huqiu is not afraid at all. He is about to take action, but he did not expect that among the prisoners in the Fighting Skill Tower, a bald man with his upper body rushed towards Roger first.

"Damn it, little brat, let me wait for the opportunity."

No one knew his name, and even the old Spider and Huqiu, who were also from the Fighting Tower, did not know his name.

His name is Ackley, and he was tortured by Roger and kept looking for opportunities to retaliate.

Roger jumped when he saw him, but he really didn't expect that the first person who dared to do something to him was this useless man.

He held his fist with one hand and twisted downwards with a "click" and twisted his wrist. Ackley screamed and was kicked in the stomach and flew back five meters away.

"Opportunity? Is it a chance to die?"

"Peng",

As soon as Ackley retreated, Huqiu immediately rushed over with a punch. Unlike old Spider, Huqiu only had simple power. He had used his unparalleled power to blow up many heads and twisted many necks, but now he was facing Roger who had just broken his limit.

Before his fist arrived, a golden light in front of him had arrived, and then a heart-wrenching pain came from his shoulder blades, and Roger's quick knife had penetrated his shoulder blades deeply.

"ah-",

Huqiu screamed and retracted his hand, and the spider silk of the old man spider behind him also wrapped around it, but a black sword light behind Roger immediately rolled up. First, black sword blades cut off the spider silk, and then the sword blades formed a storm and swept forward.

The extremely sharp sword blade formed a powerful black storm. The already powerful sword blade storm was even more powerful to sweep the world with the blessing of the magic sword Copperfield. A crack of "crack" came out of the storm. The flame prisoners and flame giants burst out wherever the storm passed.

Tiger Hill and the old Spider also quickly retreated to the sides to avoid the storm. Elizabeth, Nicholas and Raswiken's reaction was exactly the same as theirs.

Strong, too strong.

In just five months, Roger was so strong that they could look up to him.

Huqiu looked at him with surprise. How could this young man, who seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, have such power?

The old man Spider had only deep fear in his eyes.

He had a bloody battle with Roger during the Shatong Trail. He thought he could easily win this kid, but he was beaten to pieces by him.

Roger sneered and walked over, and Angel hurriedly followed. Only then did people find that behind him was a beautiful angel and a young man holding a sword in silver armor.

And the wings of Lu Ban, the king of the fallen sky, have already opened.

"Angel".

"Sword Saint Augustine",

Many people recognized the identity of the young man holding the sword, Sword Saint Augustine.

"It's Sword Saint Augustine, Sword Saint Augustine and Roger's junior came together."

"There is an angel, Oh my God, has the angel come to save us?"

Many people have hope in their eyes.

In the minds of many people, Roger is good at conspiracy, while Sword Saint Augustine's swordsman is undoubtedly more secure.

Roger ignored their words. He walked straight to Nan Yurou, turned around and blocked them.

Huqiu smiled grimly and said, "Boy, your name is Roger, I remembered it. You are the one who was buried in Kanding City, hahaha, what? Do you want to be a hero and be a savior alone?"

The trauma of his shoulder blades was still bleeding, but this did not reduce his ferocity at all.

The old man Spider also said: "Boy, although you are powerful, you must be buried here today. Rasviken, submerge him with a prisoner of flames."

He looked up at the burial leader, the terrifying tycoon Rasviken, in the sky.

But he saw his face change again and again.

Not only him, but Elizabeth and Nicholas all had a gloomy face.

"Hmph, Rasviken, do you still have the mood to think about something else at this time?" said the old Spider.

Roger sneered: "Idiot, do you think the flame prisoners still listen to you now?"

He showed off the sickle in his hand, and the 50,000 flame prisoners in front of him turned their heads to look at the leaders of the Burial Cult.

There was no voice, but their position was already obvious.

Raswiken and others could no longer control them.

Now, their master is Roger.

"What's going on?"

The Tiger Hill and the Spider Old Man also changed color. The flame prisoners of the Burial Cult were their greatest reliance. Their rebellion made this war that was already victorious immediately reversed.

Rasviken smiled bitterly and said, "He is the God of Death, the former controller of hell."

He fell to the ground with his hands behind his back, and Elizabeth and Nicholas fell down too.

Nicholas waved his hand and a huge circle of fire appeared behind him. Red flames spread out from the circle of fire, and wherever they passed, the flame prisoners turned into ashes.

Although they can no longer control these flame prisoners, it is more than enough to destroy them.

Raswiken smiled and said, "Roger, your growth is surprising."

"Of course, who once wanted to refine me into a prisoner of flames, wouldn't have thought that I would be chosen by the god of death and become your master," Roger sneered: "Rasviken, Nicholas, do you regret that judgment?"

Rasviken shook his head: "Hell is no longer the hell hell, and the God of Death is no longer our master, for that judgment."

"We don't regret it at all," Nikola smiled, her arms wide open, and two flames emerged from her palms.

The black mist behind Rasviken dissipated, and the fire of hell spread out from all over his body.

He stretched out his hand and smiled, "Death, we are not afraid of you, hell already belongs to us."

The sickle in Roger's hand shines out a black sharp light.

"Hell will return to its original order. Rasviken, Nikola, your death will be the beginning of the God of Death's re-palm of hell." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!