It was dark in the pit.

Roger relied on his shimmering vision and strode forward.

There has been a significant subsidence in the terrain ahead.

Stairs appeared in front of Roger.

At the end of the stairs, there is a terrifying scene that makes the scalp tingle-

Bloody corpses were piled up there, left to rot.

The dried dark red blood stains mingled with the lumps of corpses, like a large cloud of velvet curtains.

It took Roger a while to identify the bodies before he was sure they were human.

"What about their skin?"

Anger welled up in his heart, and he was even more vigilant.

He walked briskly down the steps and took a closer look at the corpses.

"It's all stripped whole."

"And very skillful!"

Roger's face was unusually gloomy.

The owner of this pit is so wicked and hateful.

It is not difficult to see from the traces left on the corpse.

He's a master of skinning.

Perhaps the act of skinning is as simple for him as eating and breathing.

Such an enemy......

Could it be the corpse demon himself?

With this in mind, Roger bypassed the pile of corpses and continued on his way.

……

It's a tunnel-like cave.

Roger was cautious, five steps and one "hidden".

Rounding a narrow bend, the lights ahead.

He stared intently.

It's a big underground space.

There are a lot of tables and instruments.

It looks like a laboratory.

A short man in a bright red robe was lying on his desk with his back to him.

In the laboratory.

Human organs and limbs of various parts are scattered everywhere.

Roger struggled to calm his breathing.

This is the hardest time for him to suppress his anger since he crossed over!

……

Blood Mage Apprentice LV9 HP 45 Defense 5 Human/Undead

"Sorcery Field: Enchantment"

……

"Sure enough, it's a half-human, half-undead monster."

Roger has seen the information of the corpse.

Before this monster was aberration, he was once a well-known mage in Gem City, and he claimed to have succeeded in semi-undead at that time.

And the field of magic he studied was "Evil Spells".

The information fits perfectly.

You know, "Curse" is a very evil realm of spells.

Only those who have completely annihilated their humanity can embark on this path.

Even if this guy is not a corpse demon, he is also a lackey of the corpse demon.

Roger is about to launch a surprise attack and stab him to death.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind hit overhead.

Roger didn't have time to look up, and jumped back with his head down in a hurry, dodging the sneak attack of the blade.

Call!

The blade sliced across the top of his head, brushing shoulders with his hair.

Roger knew it was exposed, and he didn't bother to disguise it.

Armed with the Frog Sword, he slammed into the bloated monster.

"Cloud Smoke Walk" activated.

Just five moves later.

The tip of the green worm sword with the holy water left behind successfully pierced the fat body of the sword-wielding monster in front of him.

But listen to the sound of "bang".

Clouds of black gas poured out of the attacker's wounds.

He himself collapsed like a balloon.

The black gas dissipated.

All that was left on the ground was a human skin that seemed to be smiling, not smiling.

……

"Human Skin Golem LV9 HP 26 Defense 1 Weak Lightning/Fire/Sharp Objects"

"Enchantment: Anthropomorphic Curse"

"Anthropomorphic Curse: Create a guard in human skin with a portion of the attributes of the previous life"

……

"Ho ho ho

"Very energetic lad, quick to react."

The short mage put down his pen and turned to look at Roger.

His skin was very white, as if he had been smeared with more than a dozen layers of powder.

His chin was raised high, his arrogance was unobstructed, and his tone was condescending:

"You broke my puppet like this, do you want to replace him as my bodyguard?"

Roger didn't say a word, drew his sword and went on!

There's nothing to say about this kind of demonic way.

The short mage jerked to his feet, grabbed a jar of dark green gel with his left hand, and quickly opened the mouth.

The incantation sounded again and again.

Between breaths.

Six green rays of light emerged from his chest, and he shot at the menacing Roger without looking back!

……

"Powerful Sulfuric Acid Arrows: 1 ring spell, which can summon 4~6 sulfuric acid arrows to attack the enemy, dealing 10 points of damage per unit; Once the Sulphur Arrow hits the target and deals damage, apply the 'Corrosive' effect to the target."

"Corrosion: Corrosion the target with an acidity of 9, and deduct health based on the corrosive location (skin: 2 points/minute)"

……

In this world polluted by high-dimensional magic, the power of spells is significantly higher than other moves under the same number of rings.

For example, this powerful sulfuric acid arrow.

In this relatively confined terrain, this thing is a nightmare for the melee class.

If he fails to dodge, the only thing that awaits him is death.

But Roger didn't care.

He had a sword in his hand and a fire in his heart.

So he just bumped into it head-on!

"Hiss~"

The short mage took a breath of some surprise and immediately complained to himself:

"Wasting a good ......"

But before he could finish speaking.

I saw Roger rushing over with a spell!

The sulfuric acid arrows only caused some damage to his clothes.

He himself was unscathed!

"Ahh How can this be ......?"

The short mage jumped up in panic.

He scrambled to chant the second incantation.

It's a pity that it's too late.

Roger remembers it well.

Each time a Ring Mage casts a spell, there is a "refractory period".

It would take at least ten seconds before he could use the second spell.

And ten seconds was enough for Roger to stab him a hundred and eighty times.

Puff puff!

The green worm sword was like a dragonfly dotting water, and instantly pierced through several key points of the short mage.

After a few breaths.

The short mage just stared at him and crooked his mouth, his body slumping to the ground like mud.

……

"You killed the Blood Mage Apprentice"

"You gained 5 XP"

"You gained 16 Chivalry"

……

Looking at these 16 chivalrous points, Roger was not half happy in his heart.

Because he knows what it means.

Calmed down.

Roger quickly searched the lab.

From the relics, Roger sorted out a lot of useful information -

The short mage is called Moss.

He's from another planet.

Half a year ago, because of the order of his mentor, he specially came to defect to the corpse demon.

The laboratory was set up for him by the Corpse Demon to facilitate Moss's study of evil spells.

But correspondingly, Moss had to make the "perfect human skin" for the corpse.

It is not difficult to know from Moss's experiment log that in the past six months, the demand for human skins has increased dramatically.

Moss has already complained more than once about cramps in his skinning hands.

In just half a year.

Three hundred human skins.

That's what Moss handed over.

But the corpse demon still didn't seem satisfied, and he kept urging Moss to work overtime.

In order to ensure the supply of the population, the corpse demon himself personally led the skeleton soldiers and went south along the Knight's Avenue, plundering a large number of people along the way!

What's even more indignant is this.

When Moss peels human skin, it must be a living mouth; Sometimes the skin is all skinned, and the person is still alive in pain.

This creature, although it has the soul of a human, is no longer indistinguishable from a monster.

"Corpse Demon...... Damn it! ”

Silently close the experiment log.

Roger took a deep breath for dozens of seconds before turning his gaze to another thin book.

Mystra Universal Spell Spells.

He opened the books, consulted the catalog, and found what he was looking for.

A moment later.

……

"You have mastered the Ninth Spell of Mystra"

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