Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Puppet in Human Skin

It was dark within the pit.

Roger relied on his night vision and strode forward.

There was a large sinking of the terrain ahead.

A flight of stairs appeared in front of Roger.

At the end of the steps, there was a scalp-numbing horror scene——

One after another, bloody, mutilated corpses were piled on top of one another, left to rot.

The dried, dark red bloodstains mixed with the lumps of corpse pieces, like a large pile of jumbled velvet curtains.

Roger observed for a long time before he determined that all these corpses belonged to humans.

“Where are their skins?”

Intense rage surged in his heart, followed by heightened vigilance.

He walked quickly down the steps and observed the corpses closely.

“They were all stripped away entirely.”

“And the technique seems very skilled!”

Roger’s face blackened, which was very rare for him.

The owner of this pit was so evil and hateful.

It was not difficult to see from the traces left on the body that he was an expert in skinning.

Perhaps the act of skinning was as simple as eating and breathing to him.

Such an enemy...

Was it the Corpse Demon himself?

With this thought, Roger walked around the corpse pile and moved on.

...

This was a tunnel-like cave.

Roger was cautious, using the skill [hiding] after every five steps.

He rounded a narrow bend, and the light in front was dim.

He focused to take a better look.

That was a very wide underground space, with many tables and instruments.

It seemed like a laboratory.

He saw the back of a short man in a bright red robe, bending over the table wielding his pen on the paper.

In the laboratory, various kinds of human organs and limbs were scattered everywhere.

Roger tried to calm his breath.

Ever since he had teleported, this was the first time it had been this difficult for him to suppress his anger!

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[Blood Mage Apprentice LV9, HP 45, Defense 5, Human/Undead]

[Magic Field: Curse]

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It really was a half-human and half-dead monster.

Roger had read the information about the Corpse Demon.

Before this monster was deformed, he was once a famous mage in Gem City. At that time, he declared that he had successfully become an undead.

And the magic field he studied was [Curse].

The information was exactly the same.

To be honest, [Curse] was a very evil field of magic.

Only people who had completely annihilated their humanity could embark on this path.

But before he completed the sentence, he saw Roger colliding with the spell and rushing over to him!

The sulfuric acid arrow only caused some damage to his clothes.

He himself was completely unscathed!

“Ah! How can this be...”

The short mage jumped up in a panic.

He hastily started chanting the second spell.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Roger knew it clearly.

Every time a 1st circle magician casted a spell, there would be a [cooldown period].

It would take at least ten seconds before he could use another spell.

But ten seconds was enough for Roger to stab him eighty to a hundred times.

Puu puu puu!

The Green Beetle Sword seemed like a dragonfly touching lightly on water, instantly penetrating a few vital points of the short mage.

After a few breaths, the short mage collapsed onto the ground like slushy mud, with his eyes staring wide open and his mouth tilted.

...

[You have killed the blood mage apprentice]

[You’ve received 5 XP]

[You’ve gained 16 chivalry points]

...

Seeing these 16 chivalry points, Roger was not at all happy.

Because he knew what it meant.

Calming down, Roger quickly searched the laboratory.

From the remains, Roger sorted out a lot of useful information——

This short mage was called Moss.

He came from another planet.

Six months ago, because of the order of his instructor, he specially came to help under the Corpse Demon.

This laboratory had been established by the Corpse Demon specially for him, to facilitate Moss to study evil spells.

But correspondingly, Moss must make a “perfect human skin” for the Corpse Demon.

From Moss’s experiment log, it was not too difficult to know that in the past six months, the Corpse Demon’s demand for human skins had increased sharply.

Moss had complained more than once about cramps in his hands.

In just half a year, Moss had handed over three hundred human skins.

But the Corpse Demon still seemed unsatisfied, and he had constantly urged Moss to work overtime.

In order to ensure the supply of the humans, the Corpse Demon himself had led the skeleton soldiers to go south along the Avenue of Knights, looting a large number of people along the way!

What was even more hateful was that Moss demanded that these people had to be alive when he skinned them; sometimes after the skins were removed, the people were still alive, in agony.

Although this creature had a human soul, it was no longer any different from a monster.

“Corpse Demon...Damn it!”

Closing the experiment log silently, Roger took a few deep breaths for dozens of seconds before turning his gaze on another thin book.

“Mystra Common Magic Spells”.

He opened the book, checked the catalog, and found what he wanted.

After a moment.

...

[You have mastered the Ninth Spell of Mystra]

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