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"All things will eventually wither."
only by joining us can you be saved.
North of the farm.
On the back seat of a collapsed carriage.
A man in yellow was engrossed in reading a thick book in his hand, occasionally uttering the above words.
There were more than a dozen chains wrapped around his body.
The two thinnest chains had pierced through his collarbone and ribs.
Shocking scabs formed on the surface of his skin.
There were hundreds of corpses near the carriage.
His feet stepped on the body of a farmer.
Most of the corpses were arranged in a ritual-like manner.
Suddenly.
He closed the thick book.
He smiled at the air not far away and said, "
but those with evil intentions are not qualified to be saved.
Pfft!
The bodies nearby exploded continuously.
The air in that area began to twist and tremble slightly.
The next moment.
Roger revealed himself expressionlessly.
