How does the delicate, silky soul support her existence?

Even Conneback wondered why Rosarina survived?

She must have died a long time ago, right?

The truth behind Rosalina's false façade shocked Connyback, but it didn't frighten him.

What really scared Conneback to the extreme, and trembled with fear, was the presence between Rosarina and Christina.

If it weren't for seeing Roger walking between the two women before, Conny Buck wouldn't even have believed it was Roger.

What kind of existence is that?

Indescribable.

His existence is completely devoid of any human features.

It's like a huge, amorphous, dark lump of meat.

Countless dark brown tentacles grew on the surface of the flesh, twisting and wriggling.

Wisps of black mist were like thin threads floating in the air, revealing evil, as if they had life, and the extremely cold feeling even conveyed to Conneback's body through the mirror.

There was only darkness left in front of his eyes, and the evil black fog seemed to turn into a twisted poisonous snake hovering around, adding an incomparably strong sense of oppression, and the black fog was still rapidly expanding its scale, towards the big trees on the side of the road, towards the surrounding crowd, the originally lively picture scroll was like being splashed with a piece of rich ink, and the black stains quickly spread out, swallowing up all the beauty.

In just a short moment, all the images that Conneback saw had changed, and all the flowers and trees had withered, losing their original verdant colors, and exuding a foul smell of decay, as if they would turn into dust at the slightest touch.

All living beings, whether they were birds in the sky, cats and dogs on the ground, or walking people, seemed to have turned into shriveled skeletons, and their white bones were quickly soaked in darkness.

Terror!

Despair!

Dark!

That's ...... Destruction itself!

That's ...... Death Deity!

Conneback's body shook like an electric shock, and a strange creaking sound came out of his throat.

At this moment, the mass, dark mass of flesh seemed to sense Connyback's prying eyes.

The surface of the piece of flesh slowly wriggled and revealed two cracks, which seemed to be ...... His eyes.

Ahh

At the moment when his eyes peeked in, Conny Buck could no longer control it, and the strange sound of squeaking quickly turned into a scream of sharp horror as if his throat was about to be torn apart.

Conny Buck, who was staring at him with jet-black eyes, seemed to have fallen into an extremely cold abyss, and his breath was about to freeze, which was the breath of death that made the scalps of all living beings tingle.

It's as if the most evil and terrifying being in the world is whispering in your ear, tempting your life to end.

Crazy.

Madness.

Angels and evil spirits are already full of mystery and weirdness, but at this moment in Conneback's heart, the piece of flesh that he sees in front of him is far more terrifying than angels.

The ugly and twisted angel was as cute as a docile cat compared to that being.

Reason told him not to peep anymore, but his eyes were completely out of control, and the indescribable fear was at the same time a temptation enough to deprave, and his eyes were so intense that he couldn't even feel the blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. His eyes were far thicker than the black lump of flesh, the deep black mist.

Intense feelings of despair, blasphemy, madness, mixed with devastating death and gore, poured into Conneback's mind through the mirror.

Finally, he couldn't hold back his knees on the ground in pain anymore, but a pair of eyes turned up strangely in a posture that normal humans couldn't do at all, the blood beads in the corners of his eyes had turned into two lines of bloody tears, and the muscles in his body twitched and spasmed.

Conneback could clearly feel that his body was decaying, withering, and life was being eaten.

At the same time as the headache was splitting, the surface of the body began to itch wildly, and dense gaps began to appear on the skin, and the cracks slowly trembled, and then opened forcefully.

In every crack, a swarthy eye was rapidly growing out of the skin.

Each eye seems to have its own individual life, and they are vividly turning, peeking at the outside world, as if they are full of curiosity about everything.

The screams of the supplicants made the angel feel a little curious, why did he become like this, when he had given him extremely powerful power, which allowed him to easily kill his enemies?

Angels are very obedient to the covenant, they will fulfill the wishes of the supplicant and then follow the agreement to take away the soul of the supplicant.

It wasn't until he saw that Connyback's body was rapidly growing large and dense and countless eyeballs, that the angel finally sensed the seriousness of the matter.

Erode?

In this world, those who possess the ability to corrode are either evil spirits, angels, or some powerful beings among human beings.

Looking at this strange picture in front of him, could it be that the target that the supplicant wants to kill with his own power is actually an evil spirit?

That's pretty bad.

Although the souls of fifth-order transcendents are quite delicious food, this does not mean that angels are willing to fight against evil spirits for this kind of snack.

It's like you wouldn't hold a knife just to rob a piece of candy.

The power of angels is not inferior to that of evil spirits...... But, evil spirits are mad.

At this moment, all of Conneback's eyeballs seemed to sense something at the same time, and they all turned rapidly.

The eyeballs rubbed against the flesh and blood of the skin, and there was a sound of Si Xi Suo.

In an instant, thousands of pupils condensed on the angel's body almost simultaneously.

This mysterious and powerful existence, the wrinkled face suddenly tensed, and the six wings around the face seemed to be frightened, and instinctively flapped quickly.

The six white wings were quickly smeared with jet-black colors. The whiteness was defiled with sorrow, and then the feathers detached from the wings like snowflakes, as if ashes had fallen to the ground.

After losing the feathers, the six wings directly turned into six king-sized chicken wings, and the bare, the only bit of beauty in the whole existence, also became comical and ridiculous.

This strange situation made the angel creepy, and his face was about to explode.

Erode!

It's erosion!

How is this possible?

The angel let out a frightened scream, as one of the most evil beings in the world, how could anyone corrupt the angel? He has always been the only one polluting others, and this is the first time he has been polluted by other beings.

Could it be that the target that this supplicant wants to kill is not even an evil spirit, but a ...... What are the gods of the six major churches?

The angel's gaze looked in the mirror.

He wanted to see who the existence he had accidentally provoked this time.

When his gaze crossed the mirror like a deep well, Conneback's vision finally met the angel's eyes, and for a moment the angel felt like he had been struck hard.

Creak...... Click......

On his face, cracks appeared in an instant, and the whole face seemed to be torn into countless tiny pieces at this moment.

The bare wings trembled uncontrollably.

Is that...... An existence more mysterious than mystery, more evil than evil, darker than darkness.

It's him!!!

His existence is death itself.