"I have met many people with different minds than ordinary people. Some of them kill, some are extremely eager for blood, some are inferior and dare not contact ordinary people, and some like to create horror."

Roger's pony stomped on the wasteland, with black soil everywhere, no villages, no cities, and no people, carrying a primitive blood.

In addition, there is also a boring and arduous passion.

Roger laughed at the reins with one hand and fanned Angel with the other hand. Angel leaned in his arms with a happy face.

Roger said: "I sympathize with them. Such a personality will only come from memories that cannot be looked back on. That is the root of their mistakes."

"But those who deliberately create terror are not worthy of sympathy at all." He looked at the thick black smoke rising from afar and said: "The former is just trying to protect himself, while the latter is trying to conquer with despicable means."

"And it is a conquest that is overestimated, and what is covered by terror is nothing but the lack of ability."

Angel in his arms closed his eyes vaguely and said "happy", with an expression of enjoying the cool breeze.

Roger poked her forehead and smiled, "Yeah, we're going to Black Castle."

Angel opened her eyes only then.

A huge castle in front stood alone on this endless wasteland, and several bats stopped on the highest bell tower in the middle of the castle.

A strong smell of blood came from it, and even Angel frowned.

They killed more and more people, and there was no hope for a thousand miles of life. David's village was directly extinct.

The one guarding the gate of Black Castle was replaced by a young man. The old guard, the old bat Jung, died in Sloch's battle.

As a dark creature, he is very sensitive to certain auras, such as the aura of death on Roger. That is his nemesis.

Seeing his legs tremble a little, Roger smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I don't want to make things difficult for you. Please go in and ask Elizabeth, is she coming out to die by herself? Or do you want me to go in and clean up her?"

The young man said tremblingly: "Master, Master, and Lord Nicholas are already waiting for you in there."

"Haha, are you together? It's okay, save me trouble",

The bloody smell in the castle was much stronger than it was before, and it was a feeling that it almost condensed into substance.

Roger did not rush to go in, but asked: "Has there been a tragic massacre happened here not long ago?"

"Yes," although Roger took away the breath of death on his body, the young man still felt very stressed when facing him.

Roger said: "Who did it? Nicholas or Elizabeth?"

The young man shook his head: "None of them are, they are Lord Duras",

"Dulas, hahahahaha, it's really a narrow road for enemies."

Roger, who was gentle and calm just now, suddenly laughed when he heard Duras' name. The young man was so scared that his face was pale. The man almost fell to the ground softly.

But Roger did not make things difficult for him. The horse under his seat neighed and rushed into the castle, driving straight to the familiar hall in the middle.

The door of the hall in the middle was open. From a distance, he could see the hellish scene in the hall.

A girl was nailed to the cross at the door. She was dressed in rags and her hair was hanging on her face. Drops of blood flowed from his palms, feet naked, and neck. She seemed to have not died for a long time, and her face was twisted by pain when she died.

Angel's face turned pale and curled up in Roger's arms.

The hall is a more cruel scene of purgatory. All the dead are 10*-year-old girls. Some of them are tied to chairs, some are tied to beds, and some are hung directly on the ceiling above their heads.

Without exception, the blood in their bodies disappeared in large quantities.

The black doors and windows were open, and the cold wind blew in and made a creepy sound. The hanging figure swayed in front of the eyes.

Roger, who has always been rational, can also feel a surge of anger burning in his body.

"Elizabeth, Nicholas, Duras, get out",

An angry shout came out like thunder, and the source power in his body also spread out like an explosive version.

"Bang bang bang",

Wherever the source power passes, tables, chairs, floors, doors and windows are broken one after another, and they turn into powder under the squeeze of the source power.

Roger's anger was uncontrollable.

He has seen war, massacre, and torture, but his deliberate insults and trampling on human lives like this still makes him surprisingly angry.

But after the source power swept through like a storm, hell is still hell, and the yin wind is still the yin wind, and no one answered him.

There seems to be no one in this castle.

Roger snorted coldly and turned to walk up the stairs. Even if he digs three feet into the ground today, he will dig out the murderers who deserve to die in the Burial Sect.

"Crash",

Just then, a strange sound came from the upper floor.

"Kaku",

Then came the creepy sound of dislocation of joints, and there seemed to be a sound of sharp fingers slashing across the wall.

An extremely tragic storm blew from above, and Roger could not help but frowned with his strength to break through the limit.

"Anqier, go outside and wait for me",

A black light flashed by, and Augustine holding the magic sword appeared outside the door. Angel could nodded and trotted out with her skirt.

As soon as she left, the red drips drips from the ceiling and drips at Roger's feet.

Blood, blood that has been cold.

Roger frowned and raised his head, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

The sword around the ceiling above the head turned red, and blood gradually invaded all the gaps. First, it fell drop by drop, then there were thin blood flowing, and then-

"Bang",

"Boom",

"Wow"

After a loud bang, the ceiling began to break from the corner, and a thick blood column rushed down, and then the entire ceiling collapsed. A blood-colored torrent ran down like a gate was opened. The wings behind Roger suddenly opened, and his body soared into the sky, but he had just flew up a huge bone hand and pressed it from above.

A heavy and fierce palm was as if a huge rock was pressing against his head. Roger snorted coldly and used the Death Scythe to slash out with his backhand.

"Dang", a piece of white bone flew up, but the bone hand was hardened by the God of Death's sickle without breaking, but a gap was cut on the wrist, and then another bone hand stretched out from above, then the second and third

Eight hard bone arms attacked one after another, some pressed down, and some stabbed straight. Roger's sickle swung around and flew back to avoid this dense attack like raindrops. The monster above also smiled and fell and stepped on the blood that had long been gone.

The bones like insects, sixteen bone feet stomped in the blood, and each bone feet was one person tall.

His upper body is in human form, and compared with the bone feet of the lower body and the insect bone body that is nearly three meters long, the upper body is undoubtedly very small, but the eight bone hands behind him are surprisingly long.

This is a monster that makes people feel disgusting at a glance.

But when Roger saw his face clearly, the anger in his heart ignited again.

"Ha, Duras",

This name that made him hate collapsed from his clenched teeth. (To be continued...)...
Chapter completed!