Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 216 - Awakening
Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Awakening
Chapter 216: Chapter 216 Awakening
“Swoosh!”
Roger flicked the blood off his sword and then sheathed it.
The whole process was simpler than he had imagined, even when facing two Waning Moon level witches. Once Roger activated the Kunlun Seal, he resisted one of their attacks and swiftly charged at them.
Three swords killed one, and soon the other followed suit.
At that moment, Roger truly felt the immense power that the Green Grass Trial had brought him.
According to the standards of the Hunter’s Cabin, Demon Hunters who had passed the Green Grass Trial had only just stepped into the Transcendent realm.
But compared to other Transcendent combatants, Roger was far too strong.
Especially against the Waning Moon Witches—if they were prepared in advance, it would be okay.
But once they lost the initiative and were ambushed by Roger, at most they could only withstand three strikes before their witch bodies were shattered, and their lives taken.
The Quinn Seal played a key role in this, able to withstand a Waning Moon level attack at least once or twice. With that momentary breath, it was enough for Roger to kill them several times over.
The power of the Dharma Seal was evident.
And this was just one of them; if Roger were to learn other Dharma Seals, integrate them into his swordsmanship, it would bring about a qualitative change!
However, once the Quinn Seal was broken, it would cause a certain degree of mental backlash, not only consuming a great deal of spiritual power but also the intense pain would prevent Roger from initiating a second Dharma Seal for a short time.
“For the time being, enhancing spiritual power will become the focus of my cultivation.”
Roger had now found out why Demon Hunters were ranked so low in the Transcendent World.
Spiritual power.
Having a strong physique without the corresponding spiritual power would render Demon Hunters brittle against higher-end combat power.
Sometimes just a simple Mental Disturbance could render precise marksmanship useless, or in extreme cases, they could even become a knife in the enemy’s hand.
Having confirmed that all the enemies around were cleared, Roger stepped into the cave.
Gurgle gurgle.
Sounds of bubbling and bursting bubbles emerged from the cave as Roger slowly neared, arriving at the central pit.
The solution, like flesh, was churning.
Roger had already investigated the stone cottage he had previously visited, but unfortunately, he found nothing.
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The cave in front of him now was his last hope.
Seemingly sensing Roger’s approach, the solution at the bottom started churning.
Boom!
A purple plant shot out from the solution.
The plant was nearly 5 meters tall, and on its purple trunk were numerous green pustules.
Upon closer inspection, beneath each pustule was a face without any signs of life.
Roger didn’t particularly care at first, but when the creature twisted, he inadvertently saw one of the faces.
“Gale?”
“What’s going on?”
He seemed to grasp something vaguely.
“Sending the so-called seeds here must be more than just simple nourishment; hidden within is their true purpose.”
A flash of insight, and Roger suddenly remembered the conversation he had overheard at the Wolff Factory between Arlo and Joseph.
“Could the woman they mentioned be Marisa…”
“She offered her soul for momentary pleasure and revenge of the Frog Prince; without a soul, she was useless to the Voodoo Association.”
“But how did Marisa enter Wolff’s factory?”
Some unnoticed small details collided together, and Wolff once said that he buried Marisa’s body behind the villa; if that’s true…
Could it mean there’s another way out to reality near the Wolff Factory?
“Hiss!”
The purple plant looked overall like a coconut tree, except its trunk was thicker and covered with twisted faces.
At the top of the trunk was a huge bud, around which sharp tendrils, as thick as arms, fluttered.
“Pop!”
The yellow-green bud suddenly bloomed, its core a circle of blade-like spikes. Next, the bud rolled outwards like a beast’s mouth, and behind layers of sharp teeth, a head-sized lump emerged.
Roger looked closely and saw that the lump resembled a stitched-together head; from the residual soul aura on the lump, he felt a familiar fluctuation.
“It’s Arlo and Julianne!”
The faces on the lump were like a jigsaw of Arlo and Julianne’s chopped faces pieced together.
The stitches obviously weren’t made with needle and thread but instead with slender white worms; part of the worms connected the fragmented pieces while the other part continuously burrowed in and out of the skull.
Their plump white bodies writhed like maggots in rotting flesh.
“What the hell is this thing?”
“What exactly does the Voodoo Association covet so much that they keep a vigilant watch here?”
He activated the mechanism on the Sword Sheath, and a high concentration of an oily substance sprayed evenly over the blade, a spark flew from the blade, and the next second, flames burst into the sky.
Following that, Roger took out the Domino he always carried with him, his thoughts reaching into it, and quickly received a response.
Clack clack clack!
The Domino in his hand folded into a ball, and the next second, light bloomed, and Anna’s figure appeared on the spot.
“What place is this?”
Anna looked around with some confusion.
“Such a familiar aura…”
Compared to the last time they met, Anna’s figure now appeared more solid, so much so that some parts were almost indistinct from an ordinary person.
Although curious, Roger didn’t rashly reach out to touch her. The degree of friendliness between him and this female neighbor had not reached that stage yet.
But if Anna continued to evolve, would there come a day when she was indistinguishable from ordinary people, and then he could max out the friendliness…
The wicked thought flashed away, and Roger quickly straightened his expression.
“Have you been here before?”
As soon as his words fell, the distant monster launched an attack.
The ugly head retracted into the body, and then the tendrils around the petals struck in front of him.
“I hate these things!”
Anna frowned, her figure abruptly vanished in mid-air, and when she reappeared, she was atop the monster’s head.
She raised an arm; the bones on it shone bright as jade.
In this moment, Roger finally saw clearly Anna’s method of attack.
“Swish!”
A giant, pure white hand appeared out of nowhere. With a delicate cry from Anna, the hand pressed down from above, leaving several ferocious wounds on the body of the monster.
The monster’s body twisted, and the faces attached to the trunk burst open, emitting a wail before vanishing into thin air.
Meanwhile, back in the real world at the Rivervalley Town hospital, eyes suddenly opened in a heavily guarded special isolation room.
Although confusion flickered through the eyes, after a few breaths, the person who awoke still uttered their first words in several days.
“Where am I?”
