Demon Hunter and His Hut

"That Abraham must have discovered the special use of the black mist in this cursed land. This time, he was not willing to passively wait for the development of things, but took the initiative to make some kind of attempt."

It seems that the mutation is being induced by this black fog.

Clearly, however, this change in most cases has no benefit.

It seems that because Roger's body was transformed through black stone, he was very familiar with this energy, and Roger found a hidden secret door along this feeling.

Opening the secret door, he saw countless black clumps of ice crystal-like objects meeting in all directions, before reaching somewhere at the top of the room.

Standing here, Roger's heart was beating wildly, and he pursed his lips, knowing what he had found.

Follow a long and narrow convoluted passage to the top, and there is a crystal coffin in the hall.

Roger held his breath, he opened the seal of Quinn, the steel sword in the other hand was in front of him, and he slowly moved forward.

Gollum... Gollum.

The black liquid in the crystal coffin turned bubbles, and there seemed to be tentacle-like objects squirming.

"That guy used to be here."

Roger could even imagine the rotten and broken body of the other party, soaking in this black mud.

The flesh crumbled into a mash and tumbled in the black liquid.

With the help of a mysterious force, the ruptured flesh reunited to form a new twisted body.

Suddenly, Roger seemed to sense something. He turned sideways and looked at the door at the end of a passage.

He is there, he must be there.

Although reason was madly reminding Roger to leave immediately, his body seemed to be out of his control, and he came to the door at a very fast speed.

"what happened?"

"This attraction..."

Roger shook his head.

"According to Dickinson, that Abraham should be in a deep sleep. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

This special relationship between the two is destined to be an undead enemy. Roger's eyes were instantly congested, and the next moment his consciousness was too late to control, his hands had already pushed open the door.

"howl!"

The green demon spirits rushed in front of Roger, but they couldn't do anything, they could only howl angrily, and then were dragged into the torches unwillingly.

In the room with rippling green light, Roger saw the withered figure hanging on the opposite wall. Corresponding to his own thin and shriveled figure was the other's bulging belly that far exceeded the normal outline!

According to the size, it can accommodate a 10-year-old child in the other's stomach!

The belly was stretched almost transparently, and even in this light, Roger could clearly see the wriggling figure in his belly.

That's not a baby at all.

There was no sweetness on the child's face, only hideous greed. He opened his mouth wide, as if he was desperately swallowing something. The more he ate, the weaker the mother's breath.

Roger approached slowly.

When he got closer, he saw that above the woman's bulging abdomen, there should have been a full chest.

But at this time, only a piece of skin was left hanging on the shriveled chest, and the originally fair skin became dry and yellow, and a gap was opened in the middle of the chest.

The broken sternum was stretched to both sides, and a twisted, spliced ​​skull was tucked in the middle.

The sternums on both sides are like weird curved horns extending from the head, revealing an evil twisted breath.

"Ho..."

A cold and weak voice came into my ears, and the woman who was hanging in the air in a large shape trembled slightly.

She raised her head, but she did this extremely simple movement very slowly, and Roger even worried that her neck bone would not be able to bear the weight of her head and would break instantly.

The hair was dry like straw, and Roger couldn't see the other's face at all, and the woman opened her eyes.

But there was no eyeball in the socket, only a shriveled, shrunken mass of sarcoma.

"Who...who?"

the woman asked in a low voice.

"who are you?"

Roger was on guard.

"I?"

"Yes, who am I?"

"I'm Mary, the daughter of a tailor..."

"No! No!"

Her voice rose suddenly.

"No, I am not!"

"I am Cassandra, the great Voodoo Queen, and one day I will develop the Voodoo Association into a truly powerful supernatural force!"

"I want to provide shelter for my brothers and sisters, so that they will no longer be oppressed, I want...cough..."

Cassandra coughed frantically, and the violent movements made her abdomen bulge and contract, which made her very uncomfortable, and a pained expression appeared on her face.

"Cassandra?"

The image of this woman in front of her is far from the legendary first beauty of Bordeaux.

"What did Abraham do to you?"

Roger asked in a deep voice, in the woman's abdomen, he felt a powerful breath.

"He's a monster..."

Cassandra said intermittently what happened, and as she narrated, Roger's face became more and more gloomy.

This guy actually intends to create a body that is completely suitable for him, in order to get rid of this cursed place.

If it was really done by him...

Thinking of what he had seen before, Roger felt a shiver in his heart, if the terrifying black mist spread to the real world.

Bordeaux today is not as good as it was 100 years ago, even if the number of people living there has plummeted due to natural disasters three decades ago.

As an important seaside city, Bordeaux has a huge population base.

With such a huge population, even if only 1/10, or even 1%, becomes a monster, the changes it brings will shock the world.

At this moment, Roger saw the face inlaid on Cassandra's chest, his eyes rolled for a while, and then he suddenly opened!

Four eyes facing each other.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the chaotic eyeballs turned and then closed.

"Kill...kill me!"

Cassandra said intermittently.

"As long as I die, without the support of spiritual energy, the body he cultivated will not be able to mature!"

"And his plan will fail completely!"

Roger clenched the steel sword in his hand.

"Through the forehead into the eyebrow!"

"My divine core is hidden in the depths of my mind, and if I destroy it, my spirit will collapse, and at the same time, this evil ritual will be interrupted."

"Why not just kill him?"

"After all, he only has one head left!"

"Haha." Cassandra smiled.

"Sheep can't kill a sleeping dragon. Although I've been weakened to the extreme, with your current strength, I'm afraid you can't pierce my skull."

"As for it..."

"The body is just a container. If it is not bound in it for a special reason, killing their body will often release the real power in the soul, making them even more terrible!"

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

"Can they be resurrected after being killed?"

He thought of Dickinson, who had been split in two and had his entrails scattered all over the place.

"resurrection?"

Cassandra shook her head.

"This kind of thing never really lived."

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