There is only a radius of nearly a thousand meters, with broken swords, guns, swords and halberds inserted on the ground. However, there is no bloody smell in such a place, but there is a faint murderous aura.

Roger glanced at the person on the three stone pillars.

On the stone pillar to the left was a man wearing armor. His armor was strange and gray, as if he had been wearing it for many years.

His hair is also gray and his face is full of vicissitudes.

When Roger saw him at first, he thought this was a man with a very interesting taste and must have a story.

He held a very primitive stone gun in his hand.

The man in the middle was dressed in white clothes, with a white mask on his face, with two red dots on the white mask, and a white cloak behind him, and a fire broker floated above his head.

The dense source power was released from his body, and he was obviously a master of illusion.

The man on the stone pillar on the far right was wearing a black leather jacket, covered his face, and had steel claws on his hands. The end of the steel claws was hung on his body with iron chains.

Each of these three people is very strong, and with Roger's eyesight, it is hard to estimate how strong they are.

The gray-haired man had the most murderous aura. If it weren't for the battlefield, it would be difficult for people who came out of the dead to have such solemn murderous aura.

Roger smiled and said, "God's left hand, heart-digging hand, then this should be a master of the Golden Circus?"

He looked at the man with off-white hair.

But the man didn't seem to want to answer him, but just held the stone gun and turned over and jumped off the stone pillar.

The murderous aura behind him immediately became courageous. Roger's sickle was barbed with a backhand. The man behind him had no resistance or defense. The sickle broke through the man's body, and his two hard fingers kept stabbing Roger's sky spirit cover.

"Peng",

He refused to retreat. Roger shook his chest with an elbow and forced him to retreat. His powerful source power surged out, and the sound of his feet slipping from behind. At the same time, the gray-haired man's stone gun also stabbed his chest heavily.

With a powerful shot, the speed of this gun was neither fast nor slow. Just so Roger could not dodge, he pulled back the sickle and blocked it.

"when",

As soon as the stone spear pressed on the sickle, Roger felt an unparalleled force. The source power was not heavy. The gray-haired man's source power was almost the same as his, but the power of * was considered divine power.

"kindness?",

Roger repelled without fighting hard with him. When he looked back, the fat figure behind him had already come again. He punched him back with a heavy punch and said coldly: "Old Bai",

"Hahaha, it's Lao Bai."

Roger's familiar laughter came from under the white mask on the fat man's face.

But now Roger felt indescribable boredom when he heard his laughter, especially when he saw that his body was broken open without a trace of blood flowing out.

What kind of monster is this? He is a flesh and blood body, not a puppet. He has no puppet line, and human reason is not a corpse puppet. But although he is a human figure, can speak human words, and has everything that a person should have, Roger believes that he must not be a real human.

Suddenly, several figures flashed through Roger's mind, and the scenes of the Dull Head Valley were circulating in his mind.

"Are you a suture beast?" Roger asked with a frown.

Lao Bai laughed and said, "No, no, but it's not too far."

"Peng",

The gray-haired man picked up a huge rock with a stone gun. He swept the huge rock in the air and pressed it down with a bang. Roger shook his hand and swung his sickle and cut the huge rock into powder in the air.

"Kala".

The iron claws of the man in black who had been standing on the stone pillars and watched suddenly flew out and stuck on Roger's shoulders.

The deep eyes of the white mask with two red dots also began to turn, and Roger felt a little dizzy when he glanced at it. But his source power quickly attached to his eyes to resist his hypnosis and quickly recovered from awakening.

This is not the first time he has been involved in illusion and hypnosis. He has been hit on Koloka Island once. Sith's hypnosis and illusion are very powerful, and the white mask in front of him is probably even stronger than Sith.

At least his source power is stronger than the Sith.

Roger sneered and pressed the iron claws stuck on his shoulders, looked at the man in black and said, "Where are the Pope and Fatima?"

The man in black did not answer, only a sneer under his mask, his palm tightened and his iron claws stuck on Roger's shoulders were hooked up.

With five extremely sharp claws, even if the strongest warrior on the mainland is stuck and then the shoulder blades will be completely pierced.

But Roger did not. When the five claws contracted, he just stuck his shoulders tighter. Then his cloak was bounced up and the man in black heard a "click" sound, his iron claws were broken.

Roger sneered: "This is the cloak of the god of death, with the strongest defense."

He pulled the man in black hard and groaned and was pulled down from the stone pillar by Roger. A short knife in his sleeve fell into his hand, and a silver light flashed and cut off the chain connecting the iron claws.

Roger stepped forward and said, "Ask you again, where are the Pope and Fatima?"

In just one step, the murderous aura on his body suddenly increased a lot. The cold murderous aura seemed to swept away a gust of wind, and even the white mask and the man in black flew backwards.

The gray-haired man said, "I can survive, ask again."

Simple and straightforward, he shook his hands and stabbed the stone gun straight. Lao Bai behind him took a step faster than him, and he leaned his body and got up.

Roger snorted coldly and first used fast to fight slowly and flashed. The hook sickle was the first to slash at the gray-haired man. Although the clinker gray-haired man was average in speed, his combat experience was indeed very rich. He did not dodge or avoid, but he held Roger's death sickle with his calloused hands.

A sword light flashed, his hand was unharmed.

For a moment, even Roger was stunned. The source power behind him surged out. He shook Lao Bai with pure source power, avoided the straight stab and played another shot, and the container behind him opened.

He has lost his patience, and it is wiser to use three puppets directly in the face of such an opponent.

"Shit"

A few slight sounds sounded in my ears, and something amazing happened. Although Roger's container was opened, the puppet he relied on did not appear.

The invisible puppet line broke as soon as it stretched out.

"How is that possible?"

Roger encountered this situation for the first time, and the puppet line that could pass through the corpse was actually cut off.

The gray-haired man shook his hand and shot Roger's cloak. As the source of power was intensified, Roger flew backwards.

His wings quickly spread out and stopped retreating, frowned and looked at the white mask standing in the middle.

His eyes were still so deep and calm.

"Roger, this is a tactic against puppet masters. I have been studying it for a long time," he pointed to his eyes.

"From the moment you illusion you have lost your chance of life" (To be continued)...
Chapter completed!