"Marken" walked straight forward and pushed open the heavy obsidian door in front of the Thousand Tombs.

There was a creaking sound, and Marken's hands jumped violently, and he pushed the door open alone.

Suddenly, a cold, damp smell of blood mixed with moss and earth rushed over.

Roland's eyes suddenly sharpened-

"Roland, I'll go see ...... first"

"Marken" choked on the rancid air from the tomb of a thousand heads, and said to Roland while fanning the air in front of his nose while leaning against the door.

But before he could finish speaking, he was bound by a large vine from behind him.

"Marken" was shocked, and his hands unconsciously grabbed the four or five vines that bound his neck and mouth, but he kept pulling for a while.

The moment the vine tightened Maken's throat and blocked his mouth, the vine was immediately shaken with great force, pulling him towards the obsidian gate.

One time.

Two clicks.

The back of his head slammed against the dulled edge of the obsidian door with a dull thud as the vines pulled it on.

The vine was so hard that after only three or four strokes, the back of "Marken's" head was a blur of flesh and blood.

The few emerald green vines that clung to his mouth were stained with bright red spurting out, and drops of blood flowed down the cracks in the vines.

Because his eyes couldn't withstand the huge pressure in his brain, they also burst outward, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Marken" looked at Roland with a surprised gaze, but only saw the dense vines drawn from the sleeves of the black robe.

When is it......

Before the doubts in his heart could be answered, he was dragged by the vines and flew towards Roland, his hands tightly bound behind him by two vines. The joints of the shoulders rattled as the vines exerted too hard.

I saw a flash of cold light, and "Maken" hadn't even landed yet. It was submerged in the chest by a pale blue knife light.

Like the best dissecting master, the dagger flashed with a pale blue cold light in and out like lightning. In less than half a second, the chest cavity of "Maken" was completely opened.

Inside is the internal organs that are no different from ordinary people.

But this is the most abnormal thing -

"Isn't it here......"

The cold and pleasant voice sounded in the ears of "Maken", but to him it sounded like a demon: "That is, in the head? ”

How would she know!

The sound of "Maken's" whimpering suddenly increased, but because the vines were only bound to his throat and mouth, his wide open mouth only emitted muffled and broken syllables.

A pale blue sword light that fell vertically was like a meteorite, directly penetrating the left eye socket of "Maken", which had not yet landed, and nailed "Maken" to the ground with great force.

That is by no means the strength and skill that ordinary "noble ladies" can have. The strength alone is more than seven times that of ordinary people, and the average bronze rank warrior does not have this kind of strength.

Who the hell is she......

The left eye was pinned to the ground with a short knife with a pale blue blade, starting from the left eye socket. The thin cream begins to spread at an extremely slow rate. Obscured by the ice curtain, Maken's vision began to blur, and everything in front of him could not be seen clearly.

He felt as if something had been taken from his waist.

Is it the knife with a strange center of gravity......

At this moment, "Maken" felt the vine that bound his neck be untied. He just wanted to cry out for help, but found that the Adam's apple of the human he imitated had been crushed by the vines, and his mouth that was tied wide open and constantly drooling did not have the strength to bite the vines.

Human beings are really fragile beings - before he could complain like this, he felt that his body was light, and his neck was directly cut off.

"Don't worry......

A plain but gentle voice came to the ears of "Maken". The vine that bound his mouth was also removed.

"Wait, Law—"

He exclaimed.

In less than a breath, his broken throat was repaired, and his neck began to grow a dull yellow flesh. Bud. It danced like a tentacle and tried to connect with the severed ribcage.

This is the power of the enemies of Kabbalah. Demonic creatures that reverse the process of evolution have grown to the highest level and can even evolve all things through imagination.

"It's just a cub, and it's already quite threatening?"

A flat, malevolent voice rang out from above "Marken's" head. The spiked black leather boots kicked his head hard against the obsidian door. The fleshy skull was half shattered, and blood splattered on the door.

And the shattered head was bounced back. It's already fully grown just after leaving the gate. And the flesh that sticks out of the notch at the lower end. Bud has begun to try to form a torso with a heart.

"I have no ill will! Listen to me—"

"Marken" tried to argue, but his words were interrupted by Roland.

"It's disgusting," was the undisguised disgust and hatred in the voice, "why do you want to live?" ”

With another kick, Roland slammed his head on the door, bounced back and kicked it back again. Blood-colored flowers bloomed on the obsidian gates. Layer upon layer, like splashed watercolor.

After only two or three back and forth, "Maken" realized that the argument was useless, so he shut up, revealing the prototype - a head like a bright red bud, the stamen of which was made up of several layers of inward sharp teeth, and below the bud were several raw ones. Breed. apparatus with the same shape of the root.

It began to curse Roland, in an incomprehensible language, or perhaps a curse of brokenness. The sound was like the cry of a baby, the cry of a wraith, or the squirping of worms.

"Why do you want to live?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to die?"

But Roland was undaunted, he just didn't have a expression, and again and again kicked the enemy of the Kabbalah in his true form against the door. Demonized creatures without the protection of flesh and blood are so fragile that every time they collide with the door, large swaths of flesh explode, and thick and blackened plasma explodes on the door layer by layer.

Finally, when the disgusting bud bounced back for the last time, the pale blue knife light fell vertically, smashing the flying bud through the ground.

The force was so great that even the light blue short knife trembled violently, almost bending and breaking.

- Strike with Cohesion!

Suddenly, the constant thumping sound finally stopped.

But the bud still did not die, but kept opening its mouth full of sharp teeth. device, emitting a high-pitched and piercing noise to Roland.

Roland just stepped straight on the short knife stuck in the ground, released all the strength of his body, and crushed it downward.

The cubs of the Kabbalah's enemies finally let out a cry of grief for the first time.

A feeling of a blunt knife cut into the thick leather came from the soles of his feet, and Roland's expression finally calmed down, returning to his original plain and leisurely.

"As far as the sandbag goes, you're doing a good job. I'm in a much better mood now. ”

Roland lowered his head and said softly to the enemy of the Kabbalah who was trampled underfoot.

The grievances and pressures that have been accumulating since last night have finally been alleviated a lot by beating this thing.

Roland could not tolerate any failure. What's more, he once boasted of the salvation of the city of wealth that Haikou must be successfully completed.

Although the redemption was indeed completed in the end, the result could never be considered a consummation, and there was no problem in saying that it was improvised.

In the end, what Roland did was not to lead people to good, but to force people not to dare to do evil.

If the Sleeping Mentor counts as Roland's mission failure, Roland will be uplifted and ready to go to the White Tower to make another wave - but she counts Roland as a success.

What is this?

Pity? Or is it comfort?

From the time traveled to the present, the restlessness brought about by the drastic changes in the living environment finally exploded at this moment. Mixed with grievances and loneliness, an evil fire burst out from Roland's heart, but Roland didn't dare to send it to his boss.

Roland knew in his heart that if that anger was not vented, sooner or later it would have a huge impact on his style.

Thanks to this unknown enemy of Kabbalah -

"May you sleep forever." (To be continued......)

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