...

"You noticed the ritual of the God of Defiled Blood"

"Rite of the God of Defiled Blood: A mysterious ritual in which creatures in the ceremony will gain a great desire to reproduce and reproduce at the cost of the mother's vitality"

"Insight (+60) takes effect!" (Note 1.)

"You sensed the statue of the God of Defiled Blood"

...

In the dark.

Roger's eyes seemed to penetrate the obstacles of the big house and saw a mysterious stone statue.

The stone statue only has a head, eyes but no pupils, and the inverted triangle-shaped face is covered with fine lines of blood.

Roger only looked at it for a while and then felt a little painful in his temple.

"Sure enough, is he a cult again?"

While in the orchard, he vaguely guessed the background of Humphland.

And now, his guess has been confirmed.

Although I don’t know what this defiled blood god is, it is the source of all abnormal phenomena.

Humphland might just be a pawn.

No wonder even the jade dragon feels afraid.

But Roger had no intention of giving up.

Mistera is a place where cultists run all over the ground.

If he encounters one runs one, he may really have to stay in the novice village for the rest of his life.

"Continue to see."

Taking advantage of the fact that the people in the yard left.

Roger turned over.

A few leaps disappeared into the darkness.

...

The next few days.

Roger collected information in the villages of refugees in the Zetian area.

Sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood.

For Roger, only by making the most complete preparations will he choose to take action.

The situation in the village is very bad.

Humphland speeded up the release of fire oranges.

Every day, people are "headshot" by sarcoma on their necks, and the frequency is getting faster and faster and the number is getting more and more.

In addition to the strong magical smell, the village also filled with a deep and dead aura of dusk.

And every night.

Humphland would hold "Rites of the God of Defiled Blood" in his big house.

In just a few days.

Almost all women complete the terrible process from pregnancy to aging.

Their children also grew up at a monster-like speed.

A baby who has just landed can grow into a teenage appearance in a few days and has initially gained combat power.

These children are more like monsters than ordinary Zedi refugees.

They are thin and have very long limbs.

They seem to prefer crawling than walking upright with their feet.

They can't speak, have no expressions, and refuse to get close to their mothers.

They obeyed Humphland alone.

Humphland fed them a lot of fire oranges, and these children had a significantly stronger ability to digest magic.

Many of them have gained powerful spell-like abilities.

Only a few people were accidentally shot.

Time passes day by day.

Humphland's appearance has been getting shorter and shorter.

He locked himself in that big house and never left.

Roger knew that there was not much time left before Humphland attacking Longya Village.

“It’s time to do it.”

...

Roger found Cindy and talked to her about what he had seen and heard in the past few days.

"We really don't know who the God of Defiled Blood is."

"After all, in Misterla, there are too many evil gods with great prestige..."

Cindy mused:

"If all you see is true, then Humphland should be the spokesperson for the evil god."

"Well... are you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"If it is a problem in this regard, there is no need to worry too much; the existence of the Forbidden Curse of the World blocks the sight of most evil gods, and it is actually difficult for them to stretch their minions. Like Humphland, they are already the strongest spokesperson that evil gods can find."

Roger nodded quietly.

"I can assure you that after killing Humphland, the defiled blood god will not come to cause trouble for you."

Cindy solemnly promised.

Roger thought for a while:

"I'm going to kill Humphland tonight."

"But there are two things that require the help of Lord Muse."

"First. I have to give it to me in advance."

"Second. I need her to come forward in person. Well, you don't have to really take action, just fly around."

Cindy showed hesitation on her face. After a while, she nodded uncertainly and said:

"All right."

"I will convey what you mean."

...

At night.

Roger walked erratically on the edge of the reeds.

His body blessed with the "Blessings of the Emerald Dragon God".

...

"The Blessings of the Emerald Dragon God: Your perception, intelligence and strength will increase by 1 point respectively"

...

Because it is a random point addition, this result can only be just a matter of justice for Roger.

Among the six basic attributes.

What he needs most is agility and perception, strength and physique, and intelligence and charm are the most useless.

Needless to say, agility and perception are, strength and physique also determine the basic qualities of the body.

Intelligence represents the degree of affinity for elements and the potential for learning the field of spells.

Roger's magical constitution is naturally not speculative.

As for the charm...it's better not to mention it!

"It's equivalent to having an extra 1 point of strength and 1 point of perception for free, it's okay."

Following the reed path, he sneaked into the village of refugees in the zeeland, and Roger began to set out towards the established location.

Along the way, he saw several refugees in Zedi who shot their heads.

One after another, it was like a fireworks conference.
To be continued...