The corpses were covered with messy bodies, blood was flowing all over the ground, and the evil ghosts who were bitten by the beasts but were not dead had already appeared in their true form, with fangs growing in their mouths and their eyes turning bloody.

Roger pulled out the golden knife from his sleeve and walked up to him.

"Don't kill him, please, don't kill him, he is my husband."

A woman shouted sternly among the crowd isolated by the fallen angel, mixed with other begging and cursing. Roger looked back at her and raised the injured evil spirit who had become green-faced and fangs, saying, "See clearly what he looks like, is it your husband?"

"Yes, yes, please don't kill him, he finally came back." The woman knelt down with a "thump" and cried: "He is just sick, I will take good care of him, he will recover. If you kill him, I will have nothing."

She burst into tears and begged pitifully, even the strait-hearted Oga couldn't bear to see it for a while.

Roger looked at her in a daze, turned around for a long time and said, "Close your eyes, he won't recover."

Leaving the corpse in his hand, the golden knife ruthlessly stabbed into the back of the evil ghost, and a soul floated out and dissipated in the air.

The woman behind her resounded through the sky with a shrill wail, and the miserable voice made Roger feel chilled.

"You demon, you must die a bad death."

"Demon, I curse you. As long as I live, you will be treated equally one day."

A vicious voice came from behind, and a pair of resentful eyes were staring at him.

Roger was silent and ordered all the bodies to be moved outside the village, lit a torch and burned them all.

When the flames ignited, Roger looked at them quietly. His hands were trembling, as if it was very cold. It seemed that only when he got closer to the flames would warm up.

It was not until the last corpse completely turned into ashes in the flames that he led the orcs and the fallen angels to leave.

Behind me were endless curses.

The woman whose dead husband wrote a curse on the ground with blood, willing to give everything, as long as the demon is tortured forever forever

Roger's massacre soon spread to the village in front, to the Kuangtou Valley, and spread throughout the mainland.

No one thought that Roger was so resolute, and no one thought that this action aroused such a violent reaction from a pool of water.

At the same time, the Gods' plan to exterminate the human race has also begun.

The border villages west of the Norman line, which were clearly collected from the Crystal Ball of the Bombman League, began to die.

Completely dying, no living mouth, no survivors.

The resurrected gods also began to kill the human race.

The crystal ball was collected intact by the resurrected evil god in Saint Panin to sacrifice his "parents" into the flames. He smiled and watched their distorted faces in the flames, absorbing their fears.

The resurrected God did not make any stopping action when he saw this.

Everyone gasped.

Luo Jue said: "The evil god is different from the Blood Ancestor. The Blood Ancestor wants power, wants eternal life, and wants the right to rule the continent, but he will not want to kill all the human race."

Shaman and others' expressions have changed.

At first, they still had a glimmer of hope when they saw the resurrection of the Lord, but in the end things evolved according to the worst results.

Roger's decision was not wrong, but who would understand him?

"Now, someone can understand him, right?" Dante sighed.

Luo Jue shook his head: "The extinction of the gods only happened in Saint Panin, and it was extremely secretive. His pace would only become heavier and heavier."

In fact, Roger's advancement was much more difficult than expected. The little "small credit" of the puppet master's expelling Blood Ancestor had long been destroyed with his massacre and became even more messy.

"Murderer", "Demon", and "Butterfighter" are now his title. Everyone is scolding and cursing him viciously. They are extremely vicious, as if they are going to use up all the vicious words in this world.

Of course, there were those who supported him, but those thin voices were quickly drowned in the curse of the words.

When he marched into the fifth village, the village was empty. All the villagers fled with their families when they learned that he was about to arrive. They used chicken blood to put on the ground, the door and the walls were filled with words cursing Roger.

"The Demon Roger will not die well",

"Whoever killed the murderous demon Roger, I am willing to give everything",

"The whole family of Demon Roger will die soon, no one will miss you."

"Begging the gods to take away Roger's life and all the lives of the puppet masters."

Roger laughed at all these things, but he looked even colder, and immediately wrapped his whole body in a thick coat when he rode in the headless hell.

These people did not go far. He ordered the beast tribe and the army of fallen angels to catch up with them and kill the evil demons around them again.

Those evil ghosts are also the "relatives", "friends" and "family" of these villagers.

Another killing, another fire, another vicious curse.

Roger still laughed at it, but his body wrapped in his coat was already trembling slightly.

"Roger, let me leave it next." Oga couldn't bear it when he saw his condition.

"Ha, no need", Roger's voice was still trembling as he spoke.

As the people went ahead, the crowd became increasingly rare. The city of St. Panin issued an announcement that all those who were hunted by Roger could take refuge in St. Panin. This city would unconditionally tolerate and accept. Those who heard the news would take their families and flee to St. Panin with their elderly and children.

Roger led the Beast Clan and the Fallen Angels to chase them all the way, and killed three hundred evil ghosts in Dabigou outside Gregor City, burning their bodies to death.

At the beginning, the people who survived under the siege of Rock Demon and Monsters had returned to Gregor, standing on the high walls and looking at Roger.

Looking at the lonely figure of him leading the army of the orcs toward Saint Panin, there was a sigh on the city wall.

"He is a student of Adams and deserves the name of Crabbit Flower."

Liuyun Road.

"I was very dissatisfied when I lost to him. Now, I am convinced that the champion of the Sankui League belongs to him."

A Liandao.

Unfortunately, this rare recognition was destined to be unheard of. He marched all the way to Saint Panin. All the evil ghosts he encountered along the way died under the sharp teeth of the beast tribe. On the afternoon of the fifth day, he finally led a murderous army to Saint Panin.

The city is still covered with huge faces, the city gate is open, and selflessly accepting people and evil spirits who come to take refuge from all over the mainland.

This sect is hope for those people to survive, but it is a dangerous and unpredictable beginning for Roger.

"Enter and kill all evil ghosts",

"And the gods"

With a roar, the army of beasts broke through the earth and rushed into the gate of the city of Saint Panin.

A group of people outside the Knocked Valley rushed to the north, in the direction of St. Panin.
Chapter completed!