Demon Hunter and His Hut

Kassandra's body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as did Abraham.

All the essence of the two people gathered together, the difference is that Kassandra's face is only death and despair, and Abraham is with the relief of the winner.

Using a witch womb at the peak of a full moon as a breeding ground, using black magic as a catalyst, and adding a drop of pale blood condensed by Abraham.

Abraham's predecessor was a powerful blood hunter. Blood hunters, like warlocks, had powerful blood in their bodies, and the way to promotion was to develop their own blood.

It's just that there will be some differences in specific applications. Warlocks are more inclined to tap the power of instinct to amplify blood.

Blood Hunters, on the other hand, are more willing to use blood to transform themselves.

Warlocks are spiritual alienation, while blood hunters are physical alienation. They are also digging blood, but in the end they show two completely opposite paths.

The sorcerer retains most of the human characteristics in the body, but becomes increasingly dehumanized in the spirit.

The blood hunter, desperately transforms himself, the body becomes inhuman, but the spirit tries to maintain the rationality and emotion of human beings.

No one knows which of the two paths is the right one.

The pale blood condensed by Abraham is a higher bloodline than pure blood. At this point, it is almost time to trace the origin of the bloodline.

If this step is completed, it will completely get rid of the identity of the human body and become a legendary species.

Powerful and long-lived.

"Mr. Sean won't let you go."

Before the spirit was completely pulled into the darkness, Kassandra erupted with a deep hatred.

"Ha ha."

Abraham sneered, "Your expression now looks very much like those weaklings who have been tortured and killed by me."

As soon as the voice fell, Cassandra's expression became dull, her body was shriveled, but her abdomen was bulging at a very fast speed.

Ka Ka Ka!

There was a sound of withered wood cracking from Abraham's body, and his body shattered into a dozen pieces in an instant.

After falling to the ground, it turned into a cloud of pus.

Only a mutilated head remained.

Dickinson held Abraham's head in his hands.

"My master……"

"Cut her chest open and stuff my head in." Abraham also became very weak, he said intermittently.

"I need to absorb more otherworldly souls, what about the witcher you mentioned earlier?"

"Bring him to see me, fast!"

"Don't worry, my master." Dickinson lowered his head.

"Be careful, if I die, you won't survive either."

A haze flashed in Dickinson's eyes, but he returned to normal in an instant, "Great master, Dickinson is willing to serve you forever."

"Remember your promise..."

Abraham's voice became lower and lower, until at last it was silent.

…………

call!

Roger opened his eyes,

Spit out the sand in his mouth.

He looked around and found himself lying on a stretch of sand, and not far from him, Henrik was lying on the ground with his stomach stretched out.

"Could this guy be drowned?"

The sun was shining on the sea, and Roger even suspected that he had hallucinations when he remembered the previous events.

But clenching his fists, the information on the notice board let Roger know that he actually increased the limit power in his body to 10.

According to Henrik, this level is almost the limit that elite hunters can achieve.

Even after the ordinary elite hunter in modern times raised the ultimate power in the body to more than 5 points, they would start to prepare for the next stage.

old hunter.

That's the pinnacle of what the average witcher can achieve.

In the above, only after awakening a special bloodline to become a blood hunter, can you continue to improve.

The bloodline is like a moat in an extraordinary world.

On an unfamiliar beach, Roger gave Henrik a simple treatment, digging out the sand in his mouth and pressing out the seawater in his stomach.

After tossing for a long time, Henrik finally returned to normal, but although he was breathing well, his eyes were closed, and there was no sign of awakening.

No way, Roger carried Henrik on his shoulders and walked along the beach to the distance.

Gradually, the distant scene became familiar, Roger saw the familiar village, and he subconsciously clenched the steel sword behind him.

But at this moment, a figure appeared behind the big stone.

"It's you?"

The two said in unison.

Roger was also a little surprised that the old figure that appeared in front of him turned out to be the old Hank from the fishing village.

Old Hank looked Roger up and down.

"Why did you change again, where did you get the clothes?"

Roger did not answer the question, but pointed to Henrik who was on his shoulders.

"It's a long story, my friend was injured and fell into a coma, can you help me find a quiet place?"

Old Hank glanced at Henryk.

"You actually became friends with outsiders?"

His eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance, but after the last experience, he hesitated and nodded.

"Come with me."

After a few days, there was no other change in the village. When he returned, Roger watched from a distance a few teenagers carrying fishing nets into the village, as if they had just returned from fishing.

Old Hank found an empty room for Roger on the edge of the village, "Wake up your friend and get out of here."

"You can stay here as long as you want, but he can't."

"There's not much to eat in the village. I'll have someone give you a little later."

After stubbornly dropping a few words, old Hank turned and left.

Roger checked the wounds on Henrik's body and dealt with it more seriously. His pupils were breathing normally.

"It should be a mental shock."

Roger didn't have a good solution for this. His mental power could only be used for defense. When it came to mental power, Roger noticed that the improvement of his physical fitness also strengthened the mental power in his mind a lot.

The second Ouroboros has begun to take shape, and its thickness is not much different from the first, but because the improvement of mental power this time comes from the skyrocketing physical fitness.

The extra mental power is relatively rough and needs to be tempered.

Once you get used to these mental powers, and after practicing a few more times, you should be able to practice new seals.

For Roger, as long as he has mastered one seal and reversed it, it is equivalent to possessing the second seal.

Igni and Axel.

Flame and mind confusion, these two seals have greatly improved him.

Time passed, and when Roger was a little worried and planned to take Henrique directly back to Crescent City, he groaned, and Henrique, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?"

"You finally woke up, how are you feeling?"

Just as Henrik was about to speak, there was a soft sound from outside the door.

Roger leaned over to see that it was the boy he had communicated with a few days ago.

"Are you hungry? The village boiled a little fish soup. I specially stole a bowl for you."

Climbing into the house, the young man couldn't wait to take out a broken wooden bowl. There was a bit of fishy smell in the bowl and a few unknown seaweeds.

"Drink while it's hot."

The boy enthusiastically handed the wooden bowl to Roger's hand, but at this moment, Henrik suddenly bounced off the bed and kicked the wooden bowl out of Roger's hand.

Then he stepped forward and grabbed the boy's neck, pushing him against the wall behind him.

"poisonous?"

Roger was slightly taken aback.

Henrik's face was gloomy, "I don't know if it's poisonous, but the soup should be made of human flesh!"

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