It's still that dreamlike face, it's still that slender body, and the figure that makes Dolotia complain about herself all the time.

The long silver hair was scattered underneath him, silent, motionless, as if a layer of bright frost and snow had been spread at the bottom of the coffin.

It's like a sleeping beauty in a dream, everything is so tranquil and so beautiful.

So beautiful that Roger couldn't even bear to break it.

It's Dolotia.

Even before the coffin was opened by Roger, there was still a slight expectation in his heart, and he wished he could see an empty coffin with nothing in it.

However, he was disappointed.

It was as if his heart had been hollowed out, an unprecedented depression that enveloped his body and flooded his consciousness.

His eyes suddenly went black, and his body staggered backwards, almost falling.

The throat was panting violently, and it was a beast-like roar.

No one could understand what kind of mood Roger was feeling at this moment, not even Roger himself, he only knew that the relentless repression almost destroyed his body and his will.

His eyes, his nose were soaked in sourness, and he wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

He tried to speak, but his trembling lips couldn't make any sound.

It was an indescribable hollowness.

I don't know how long it took for Roger's eyes to finally break free from the thick darkness, and then his whole body was like a stiff statue, standing quietly next to the coffin, motionless.

The eyes seemed to be staring at the figure in the coffin, but they were not focused.

His body was undergoing a twisted aberration, his fingers were inexplicably deformed, and his fingernails were growing at a creepy rate, gradually becoming bent and even spiraling.

His hair is also growing rapidly, from the original short hair to the messy long hair.

Squeak squeak......

In the hair, it seems that a crisp laugh is emanating.

On his skin, a large number of strange marks are wriggling uncontrollably, cracks are emerging on the epidermis, and eyeballs are turning out of the cracks, and the long eyelashes on the upper and lower sides of the eyeballs are growing rapidly.

Whether it is the eyeballs that grow on the body, or the fingernails and hair that are rapidly lengthening, it seems that they are all alive at this time, and there are constantly bursts of weird, high-pitched sounds.

Suddenly, there seemed to be countless noisy children around Roger, and the chaotic sound poured into Roger's mind along his ears.

Even in Roger's ears, he could see something strange black that looked like tiny tentacles rapidly extending out.

Roger's body was on the verge of being unsustainable.

His body seemed to have turned into a large piece of amorphous jelly, and the muscles, tendons, and skin on his body all quickly became loose in a very short period of time.

Erode!

Not from the erosion of other strange beings, not from the erosion of other gods.

This is the erosion of Roger's ego, the pollution of his own will.

This situation may be described as out of control.

For ordinary people, if they are subjected to a violent impact, they may have a mental breakdown and may fall into despair, but their bodies will not change much, and even their souls will not change much.

But, for the transcendent, losing control means destruction.

Especially for an existence like Roger, he has more strength and a more tenacious will, which gives Roger a stronger resistance in the face of general shocks.

But once Roger's resistance is completely destroyed, the damage and risk of losing control will become even more exaggerated.

Just like Roger now, his consciousness has reached the verge of madness almost in a short moment.

Call......

Outside the mausoleum.

Selena, Selubellia, and Barnard are waiting.

Roger had been in for a long time, but hadn't shown up until now.

These people couldn't help but become anxious in their hearts, but without Roger's order, no one would step into the mausoleum without permission.

It was time for Roger and his long-dead wife to be alone, and they shouldn't bother.

But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly swept out of the entrance, and the bodies of the three people trembled with excitement, and in the wind, they could still hear bursts of indescribable strange sounds.

In the wind, there is madness, confusion, and cruelty.

The three of them looked at each other, and they could see the deep depression in each other's eyes.

In the mausoleum, it seems that something bad is happening.

"You stay here." Selubellia didn't hesitate, she quickly dropped a sentence, and before Selena and Barnard could respond, her slender body had already rushed into the mausoleum.

In the territory of the undead birds, Nina and the little evil spirits, who had searched the nest of the undead birds, did not find the undead birds in the nests.

The two of them simply moved the entire nest and looked for the immortal birds in the territory.

Suddenly, the little evil spirit stopped.

There was a deep fear and worry on those delicate and beautiful cheeks, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the far north...... It seems to be able to penetrate the barriers of space.

Inside the mausoleum.

Roger's figure still stayed in place, his body was almost indistinguishable from the normal human form, his body had almost collapsed inch by inch, and all his limbs had turned into transparent, twisted and slippery tentacles.

In his mind and soul, countless strange and distorted voices were like sharp blades, madly piercing his spirit and tearing his soul apart.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

At this moment, Roger's self-perception has serious doubts.

He doesn't even feel the meaning and value of his existence.

Just when Roger's will was almost on the verge of collapse, a ...... No, it was two distinct voices that burrowed into his ears almost simultaneously, stung his consciousness.

"Daddy......"

"Master!"

Roger's form shook violently suddenly, and the two simultaneous voices awakened a little reason in Roger's soul, which had almost degenerated into filth and evil.

Is that...... Leonona and Selubellia's voices.

Leonona, Selubelia?

Who is it?

In a chaotic brain, more and more doubts are breeding, more and more confusion.

He seems to have forgotten everything.

But, it's actually a good thing for Roger.

At least, he has regained a little bit of his ability to think.

Leo Nona, Selubelia, so familiar name......

Ah, he remembered that Leonona was his daughter, his daughter and Dolotia's.

Selubellia was his maid, the girl who was always by his side.

But what happened to them, why did their voices become so high-pitched, filled with fear, were they in danger?

That's not going to work.

They can't be put in danger.

The body that had been paralyzed into a ball and more and more slippery tentacles squirmed subconsciously.

Roger tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids became so heavy that they seemed to be sewn together by the toughest silk threads.

The feeling of trying to open my eyes is so painful.

Obviously, he didn't open his eyes, but suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Roger's eyes.

He saw it.

The figure floated up from the coffin.

It's like a layer of mist, floating in mid-air, and the pure white dress is transparent

Dressed in purity, wrapped in a slender body, the long silver hair fluttered behind him like a fluttering snowflake.

Underneath the slender legs, there are white jade-like toes, which hang down naturally.

It's still that pure and beautiful cheek.

Her chest was pierced by something, and the blood stained her long white dress with a little scarlet, like a brightly blooming mandala flower.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened their bright eyes.

The crimson eyes shimmered with an intoxicating sheen as always.

She seemed happy, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Dolotia......

Roger muttered subconsciously, but the voice he made at this moment sounded like the roar of some strange being, full of madness.

Dense tentacles wriggled and stretched forward.

Roger's eyes stared straight at the beautiful figure in front of him, and his arms reached forward, as if to touch the familiar face.

He saw Dolotia's lips twitching, and she seemed to want to say something to himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear anything.

Just behind Dolotia, countless layers of doors appeared.

Behind the door, there are chaotic stars.

It's an ethereal firmament.

It's a chaotic turbulence.

Each door seems to lead to another strange and mysterious realm.

Roger seemed to have a premonition of something, he shook his head desperately, his hand reaching forward hard, but the distance between the tips of his fingers and Dolotia inevitably became farther and farther away.

Finally, Dolotia's figure appeared in front of a door, and behind her was the endless starry sky, the vast universe, and countless rapidly flickering planets. ap.

Dodolotia's face flashed with sadness, as well as reluctance.

The white teeth bit her lip gently, and she raised a slender little hand and shook it gently at Roger, as if she was saying goodbye to Roger.

In the next second, the delicate and beautiful body was ...... by that door. Devoured.

Dolotia's figure disappeared completely in front of Roger, as if it had never appeared, everything was just a dream of Roger.

Roger tried to chase Dolotia and disappear behind the door, but he suddenly stopped.

Time, has frozen.