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There is only an ancient battlefield nearly a kilometer in circumference, and the broken swords, guns, swords, and halberds are inserted on the ground, but there is no bloody aura in such a place, but there is a faint murderous aura.

Roger glanced at the people on the three stone pillars.

On the stone pillar on the left stood a man in armor, his armor was strange, gray, as if he had been wearing it for many years.

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

The first time Roger saw him, he felt that this was a man with a lot of flavor and a story.

He held a primitive stone spear in his hand.

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

That dense source power was released from his body, and it was obvious that he was a master of illusion.

The man on the rightmost pillar is dressed in black leather and covers his face, and has steel claws on his hands, the ends of which are attached to iron chains.

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

The gray-haired man had the heaviest murderous aura, and if it weren't for the battlefield, it would be difficult for someone who came out of the pile of dead people to have such a dignified murderous aura.

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

He looked at the gray-haired man.

But the man didn't seem to want to answer him, and just rolled over and jumped off the stone pillar with the stone spear in his hand.

The murderous aura behind him followed the courage, Roger's scythe backhand barb, and the man behind him had no resistance or defense. The scythe broke through the man's body. And his two hard fingers didn't stop stabbing at Roger's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Peng".

He refused to retreat, and Roger slammed his backhand elbow into his chest to force him to retreat, and his powerful source power surged out, and the sound of his feet sliding on the ground sounded behind him, and at the same time, the gray-haired man's stone spear also stabbed him in the chest.

A majestic shot, the speed of this gun was neither fast nor slow, just enough for Roger to dodge, he pulled back the scythe and blocked it.

"When".

As soon as the stone spear pressed on the sickle, Roger felt an incomparable power, the source power was not heavy, the source power of the gray-haired man was almost the same as him, but the power of ** was called divine power.

"Huh?",

Roger turned back, did not fight with him, looked back, the fat figure behind him had swept over again, he punched him back again, and said coldly: "Lao Bai".

"Hahaha, it's easy to say. It's Lao Bai",

Roger's familiar laugh erupted from under the white mask on the fat man's face.

But now Roger only felt indescribably bored when he heard his laughter, especially when he saw that his body had been disemboweled, but not a trace of blood was shed.

What kind of monster is this? He's flesh and blood, not a puppet, he doesn't have a puppet line, and he has human sanity, not a corpse puppet, but although he is humanoid, can speak human language, and has all the things that a human person should have, Roger thinks he must not be a real human.

Suddenly, several figures flashed in Roger's mind, and the images of Guillotine Valley circulated in his mind.

"You're a stitching beast?", Roger asked, frowning.

Lao Bai laughed and said: "No, no, but it's not far off",

"Peng",

The gray-haired man picked up a boulder with a stone spear, and when it swept through the air, the boulder was crushed into flames, and Roger swung his scythe and chopped the boulder into powder.

"Kela",

The iron claws of the man in black hanging from his shoulder, who had been standing on the stone pillar and watching, suddenly flew out and stuck on Roger's shoulder.

The deep eyes of the white mask with two more red dots also began to turn, and Roger felt a little dizzy just by a glance, but his source power quickly attached to his eyes to resist his hypnosis, and he quickly regained consciousness.

It's not the first time he's been hit by illusion and hypnosis, he's been hit once in Kologa, the Sith's hypnotism and illusion are very powerful, and the white mask in front of him is even stronger than the Sith.

At least his source power is stronger than that of the Sith.

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

The man in black didn't answer, only a sneer under his mask, and the iron claws and five claws of his palm tightly clamped on Roger's shoulder.

With five extremely sharp claws, even if the strongest warrior in the continent is stuck, his shoulder blades will be completely pierced.

But Roger didn't, the five claws contracted only to clamp his shoulders tighter, and then his cloak flicked up, and the man in black heard a "click" and his iron claws were broken.

Roger scoffed, "This is the cloak of the Grim Reaper, with the strongest defense",

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

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

It was only one step, but the murderous aura on his body suddenly increased a lot, and the cold murderous aura seemed to be swept away by a gust of wind, and even the white mask and the hair of the man in black flew upside down.

The gray-haired man said: "If you can live, ask again",

Simple and crisp, then he stabbed straight with the stone spear in his hand with both hands, and the old white behind him was one step faster than him, and he had already got up with a leaning body.

Roger snorted coldly, first slashed at the gray-haired man with a fast and slow flash, although the clinker gray-haired man had average speed, but his combat experience was indeed extremely rich, he did not dodge or dodge, but he stubbornly held Roger's death sickle with his calloused hand.

The knife flashed, and his hand was unscathed.

For a while, even Roger was stunned, the source power behind him surged, he shook Lao Bai away with pure source power, avoided the direct stab and played with one more shot, and the container behind him was opened.

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

"Sneer",

A few slight noises rang in his ears, and something amazing happened, although Roger's container was opened, the puppet he was relying on did not appear.

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

"How is that possible?",

The first time Roger encountered this situation, the golem line that could pass through the corpse was actually cut off.

The gray-haired man shook his hand and shot Roger's cloak, and Roger flew upside down in the midst of the drumming of the source power.

The wings behind him quickly opened to stop the retreat, and he frowned at the white mask standing motionless in the middle.

His gaze was still so deep and calm.

"Roger, this is a tactic against the puppeteer, I've been studying it for a long time", he pointed to his eyes.

"From the moment you fall into illusion, you have lost your chance to live." (To be continued......)