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The Blood Slave and the Baby Monster drove everyone near the Guillotine Valley to the Guillotine Valley. ↑，

Nikolai estimated that a large number of people would arrive by tomorrow at the latest.

Hell is getting weirder and weirder, Roger can't see through what they're trying to do, and the master of the second level of Hell hasn't yet appeared.

He wasn't too worried, the Broken Head Valley had plenty of troops at this time, and the terrain here was excellent.

He first shared this information with Barbery and Jessos.

As expected, the two who were full of ambition to march into St. Panin seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on their heads.

"You're saying that there are seven levels of hell, and what we faced before was nothing more than the monsters of the first layer?"

Jessos's face turned gloomy again.

Roger nodded: "Now there are places where the triple hell overlaps each other, the baby monsters of the first layer, the blood slaves of the second layer and the magma monsters of the third layer have all appeared, mainly concentrated near the Norman Line",

He glanced at Barberly.

The big man's brows were furrowed, as if in deep thought.

"The Norman Line went further east and soon reached the Dark Abyss, and some of those monsters came to the mainland through the Spatial Transformation Technique, but more came from the temple of the Dark Abyss."

Jessos said, "That's why you don't agree with our march into St. Panin?",

To be honest, Roger's attitude yesterday had already broken a basin of cold water for them.

Roger shook his head: "It's not that I disagree with your march to St. Panin, it's just that I don't plan to let the fallen angels and orcs attack with you, and it is more beneficial for you to attack St. Panin with a simple cavalry."

He waved his hand and said, "In the eyes of the citizens of St. Panin, there is not much difference between fallen angels and the demons of hell, and if they go with you, they will only get more fierce resistance. Moreover, I don't want the Valley of the Broken Head to be empty, looking at the continent, I'm afraid that there is no better natural danger than here",

Roger wasn't entirely there.

In fact, yesterday he suddenly thought of Principal Adams, which caused him to be depressed on the one hand.

Jessos nodded secretly.

He had to admit that Roger was right.

What they didn't know was that just as they were discussing how to attack St. Panin, the latest announcement appeared on the bulletin board in the holy city.

To be exact, this announcement was posted two days ago. At that time, the blood slave had not yet appeared.

"The Pope has spoken to the master of Hell, as long as we hand over the puppeteer Roger, Hell will not invade again and stop sending troops."

A middle-aged man glanced at the announcement.

That's the rough outline of this announcement.

People in front of the bulletin board couldn't help but talk about it.

"Why is that? Could it be that Hell attacked the continent just to kill the puppeteer Roger?",

"Oh my God, does hell really exist? are these really monsters from hell?",

"Did Roger the Puppeteer provoke Hell? Brought us so many disasters. Now the monsters of hell have been brought in."

"Don't say that, at least he didn't kill innocents when he occupied St. Panin, but he also repelled the Black Flag, the Crusaders and the Hundred Battles for us",

"Oh, will this make away for his sins?

"But. How are we going to hand over the puppeteer? He is not in our hands, and he will not expect his own conscience to find out and commit suicide."

At the same time, the same notices appeared in various towns and villages on the mainland, and Sloke, Gregor, and people everywhere knew the "cause" of this war and the "method" to end it.

Everyone began to hate Roger, and the notorious puppeteer was once again targeted, and people in many places had spontaneously formed assassination squads to go to the Valley of the Guillotine

"Hiss",

In the villages north of the Guillotine Valley, cries and footsteps came in a chaotic manner, and a large group of ragged people were driven by baby monsters and blood slaves to flee to the Guillotine Valley.

"Wife, go quickly, don't stop",

A tall middle-aged man limped forward with a middle-aged woman next to him, and the woman was still holding a half-sized child in her arms.

The hissing of babies behind them and the strange screams of blood slaves frightened them immensely.

They helped the old and the young all the way, came with ups and downs, and fled for several days in a row, everyone was exhausted, but no one dared to stop, the baby monsters and blood slaves behind them were no longer soft, as long as anyone dared to stop, they could be killed.

Soon, they saw a group of people to the east and south being driven by the baby monsters in the direction of the Valley of the Guillotine.

Just as embarrassed as they are, as overwhelmed as they are.

An old man sighed, "What if we escape to the Valley of the Broken Head? Do you expect the puppeteer to save us?"

Along the way, you can see notices about puppeteers in every village and town.

They all knew who had caused them to suffer this unjustified disaster, and they hated the puppeteer in their hearts, and all the suffering they suffered along the way turned into hatred for Roger.

I don't know how long I walked, but someone saw the shadowy cavalry on the mountain peak in front of me, and several fallen angels flying high in the air.

"Is that the Valley of the Guillotine?",

The baby monster and the blood slave behind them also raised their heads, and they all saw the young man standing on the mountain peak, in front of the cavalry.

He wears a black cloak and wields the Grim Reaper's Scythe, exactly as described in the bulletin.

He just quietly looked down at the crowd gathered from all directions below, looking at their pairs of eyes, some resentful, some angry, and some helpless.

Some of them seemed to see a savior, and some seemed to see an enemy, but without exception, they all quickened their pace and gathered at the foot of the mountain.

A few older people, with children and daughters, knelt down with a "poof".

"Are you Roger, please have mercy on us, these monsters are aimed at you, they have nothing to do with us, pity us and we all have families",

There are also many young people who raised their eyebrows and said loudly: "Roger, all these disasters are caused by you, but we have suffered unjustified disasters, if you are a man, stand up and bear it alone",

"Yes, what does it mean that you have provoked others, but caused us to suffer?"

"Although you are notorious, I am not afraid of you, anyway, it is all death, I will simply say it all, if you still have a little conscience, stand up, you will make your own mistakes and bear it yourself",

"Since you are going to die sooner or later, why don't you die alone, but drag us to die with you?"

A sentence of accusation, a sentence of begging for mercy, and a wail are all clear in the ears.

Roger looked coldly at the crowd below, and he remembered that day, the bloody trial in Candin City.

The same cynicism, the same inexplicable accusations.

He couldn't suppress the anger and murderous aura in his heart.

Ignorant people, why is it so easy to be taken advantage of, and why do I have to read your accusations in the end, no matter how much I have given or sacrificed?

You are truly disappointing, hateful and angry (to be continued......