Rodin's chest rose and fell slightly, and the silver flame roses that wrapped around him retracted into the tattoo like withered petals. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After devouring a large amount of life force, the spirit that dwells in it transmits to him a feeling of being full of food and drink, and beginning to digest.

It is going to begin to hibernate and give birth to a new round of evolution.

Rodin couldn't help but have some expectations for this.

In addition to flying, what other surprises will the Rose Armor awaken to?

But this is an external force after all.

He began to look back at his state.

Rodin

24 years old

Human males

Earth/Grace

Blood Spirit 2nd Order: 120/10000

Treasure: Silver Flame Rose 2nd Order (Evolving)

Comprehensive combat effectiveness: Silver high-level

In the attribute panel, the blood spirit silently increased by one order, and his strength naturally increased from the middle level to the high level.

With every move, he felt a vigorous and mighty power in his body.

If it was enough to deal with ten Blood Demon Squires before, then the Blood Essence that has been improved at this moment can probably deal with fourteen.

At the same time, the world in Rodin's eyes has become clearer and more thorough, and correspondingly, the five senses have improved to a certain extent.

Without using his blood-colored senses, he could discern the faint and chaotic breathing of the thirty or so surviving townsfolk in captivity in the town of Fergirah.

In particular, there is a smell of blood that lingers throughout the town, rich to the extreme. He was not disgusted by this, and even had a faint pleasure.

In just this afternoon of killing, he had gained something he had never imagined before.

Devouring the advanced, everything falls into place, and there is no bottleneck at all.

Compared with other powerful people who have been promoted through years of penance and enlightenment, the way Rodin's blood spirit devours evolution is tantamount to a shortcut, or heresy, or heresy.

But if he was given another chance, he would have no regrets and no guilt.

"Silver High Rank. At least, in the face of the great witch who is chasing after the withering of all things, he also has a little more self-preservation. ”

But there is also some not-so-rosy information.

The path to the Gold Tier after the Silver Rank will not be as easy and smooth as it is now.

The advanced value in the panel has directly changed from the previous 100 to a shocking 10,000.

It has multiplied a hundredfold, which means that at least two thousand bronze high-level monsters have to be killed. Is this going to be killed until the Year of the Monkey?

"I hope the monsters of the Wall of Relics don't disappoint me. ”

After sorting out his information, Rodin turned his attention to the group of survivors.

After rescuing the stupid "lamb" from the stake, he quickly searched for thirty-five townspeople.

There were forty people in all, all skinny and bones, so dirty and disheveled, that they could barely see human shapes. This is the last blood of Fergilla.

Sadly, perhaps it was the mental blow that took place during this catastrophe that more than two-thirds of the townspeople became insane, dull and numb. He didn't react to anything around him, just drooling and saying something inexplicable.

The remaining one-third of the normal ones are older townspeople. The surrounding corpses were horrible, telling everything that had happened before.

After the initial disbelief, they couldn't help but cry.

"Dead?, these pigs and dogs are dead?!"

The cry was full of hatred and pleasure, and in the end, it all turned to sadness.

Even if they take revenge, they can't change the outcome of their family's ruin.

What was once a peaceful and beautiful country town is no longer what it used to be.

Some of the townsfolk approached Rodin tremblingly, thirsting for mercy and shelter.

The Flesh Purgatory in Fergirah now doesn't look like a safe place.

Rodin rubbed his forehead helplessly, he was not a nanny, or a psychologist, and he did not have too much pity for this group of people.

If it weren't for this group of burdens, he would even want to continue to search for the next cannibal army and go on a killing spree.

In this regard, he vaguely felt that he should not be so indifferent, as if something inexplicable was suppressing his feelings.

"Is it blood? Maybe we've seen too much death. ”

However, for this group of people, he can't completely ignore them, he can only try to be calm and appeased,

"I am deeply saddened by what happened to you, but the dead are gone, and you still have to take care of your health. The huge movement just now is estimated to be impossible to hide from the cannibals for long. It's not a good place to stay for long, so let's leave with me first. ”

The crowd was terrified.

"Left, where did you go?" muttered a rough-skinned middle-aged woman in the crowd as she stared at the bloody and dilapidated picture scroll of the town, her eyes blank.

"You are the Mighty One sent by St. Gallen to save us, right?" asked an old man with gray hair and a weathered face, cautiously.

Rodin nodded faintly.

"Just call me Rodin. ”

"As you can see, the town of Fergila is now uninhabitable, so will you take us back to St. Gallen next?"

"Of course. If I'm not mistaken, the nearby towns weren't spared. St. Gallen is so big, there will always be a place for you. ”

"But, please forgive the old man for talking too much, are you planning to take everyone on a journey of more than ten miles alone?"

Rodin was trying to explain the secret passage not far away.

The old man suddenly sighed, "Everyone has been abused by the cannibals for half a month, and they are weak and tired, so it is estimated that they will not be able to go far." Not to mention taking care of the frightened villagers. ”

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a greasy face covered in dirt got up and pointed at the group of demented townspeople, gritted his teeth and said,

"Lord Rodin, Clevwen and their sanity are so insane that even if they get to St. Gallen, they can't support themselves. It's better to live like this, it's better to live than to die......"

"Yes!" jumped another townsman, "they can't even take care of themselves, and it's useless to go to St. Jiazhuang." ”

"Oh?" Rodin's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the two of them immediately died down, but they didn't dare to say anything more.

"Kind of makes sense. He said from the bottom of his heart. There is no so-called welfare home in this world, and it is normal for civilians who lack the ability to work to starve to death.

Take them back to St. Gallen and leave them to fend for themselves. So why bother now.

Rodin didn't mention the secret path again, he wanted to see what this group of people would choose?

"But how can you bear to abandon these thirty or so villagers and leave them to bear the wrath of the cannibals?"

After this question, everyone was silent for a long time, and the old man who spoke at first raised his hand tremblingly and said bitterly, "The old man is old and has not many days to live. ”

His cloudy gaze looked around with great affection, familiar and unfamiliar scenes around him,

"The fallen leaves should also return to their roots, the old man doesn't want to go. As he spoke, he fell to his knees and kowtowed respectfully to Rodin.

"I begged the adults to take the two children, who were still young and were only too frightened to slow down. A good life will definitely return to normal. ”

Seeing this, the middle-aged men in the crowd blushed with some embarrassment.

Rodin asked them with great interest, "Is anyone else willing to change?"

The young man was silent, but two simple half-old village women knelt in front of him to plead their ways.

"Have you thought about it clearly, stay, you will definitely die. ”

The bodies of the three trembled visibly,

"Your Excellency, you must bring them back to St. Gallen safely!"

"Before you leave, grant us mercy and don't let the cannibals desecrate your flesh. ”

"I'll have the town of Fergerat buried with you. ”

Soon, ten sober survivors dragged six stupid teenagers to follow Rodin towards the secret passage.

Behind them, the entire town of Fergerat was in flames, and black smoke billowed from the sky.

In the void in front of Rodin's eyes, dozens of translucent faces turned into wisps of clear light, and shot quickly towards the tomb of St. Gallen.

"I wasn't much of a saint. He could have taken the thirty or so townspeople out of the secret passage, but he still executed them with his own hands and burned the whole town to the ground.

Before the amnesia, he was indecisive on the earth, and he would never be able to do such a cold-blooded and ruthless thing.

And now, he doesn't have the slightest burden in his heart.