Demon Hunter and His Hut

slap!

Dickinson's body was split in two, then fell to the side and fell to the ground.

The blood quickly dyed the ground red, but at this time he was still not completely dead, and he mechanically pushed the internal organs scattered on the ground into his body.

The soil was mixed with the stench of flesh and blood, but Dickinson seemed to feel no pain. His movements became slower and slower. Because of the excessive blood loss, his entire face quickly turned gray.

At the last moment before his death, he saw Roger's figure walking towards the house not far away, and with the last of his strength, Dickinson had an extra hammer in his hand.

tom!

The tip of the hammer smashed into the skull, prying open the skull, and after doing all this, Dickinson's right hand slipped weakly, completely silent.

"There must be a hidden passage to reality here." Roger quickly checked around the house.

He didn't miss a single detail, and the hunter's vision was used to the limit. After some searching, he finally found a clue from the messy footprints.

"Should be in the house."

Roger pushed the door open.

Compared with the real mansion, it is a kennel, with airy walls, a floor full of leaves, and dense spider webs in the corners.

Apparently it has been abandoned for a long time.

Following the clues, Roger came to the second floor. Compared to the mess on the first floor, the second floor was obviously much tidy, with a huge magic circle drawn on the floor.

Roger took a closer look and found that this magic circle was very similar to the one on the third floor of the manor in reality.

"Did Dickinson use this thing to open the channel between reality and Crescent City?"

He did not rush forward, but stood at the edge and watched carefully.

At this moment, I don't know if it was because of the intrusion of outsiders or something triggered by the special breath on Roger's body, the magic circle on the floor emitted a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of light shot up into the sky. This ray of light ignored the dilapidated structure of the house, penetrated the roof, and led to an unknown space.

Vaguely, Roger seemed to see the room in the real manor.

"Hey old man, are you there?"

Although Henrik had regained his youthful and handsome appearance, Roger preferred to address him as he used to.

Without any response, he grabbed a piece of dilapidated furniture and threw it over. The furniture passed through the transparent mist, and then rushed to the roof under the impetus of energy.

Just as he was about to hit the roof, he strangely disappeared from Roger's sight.

"It should be this!"

Roger was overjoyed and plucked up his courage to rush up.

"Buzz!"

The magic circle trembled, and the moment Roger rushed into it, the upward energy suddenly reversed. Although in different worlds, the two magic circles echoed each other and were activated at the same time.

Roger was shocked, and before he could react, a powerful pressure was suppressed from the air.

"Shh!"

He fell down, through the floor under his feet, through the space and the ground on the first floor,

The line of sight in front of him became distorted, waiting for him to regain the balance of his body.

But he found himself in a wide passage.

"What is this place?"

The remaining energy of the magic circle gradually subsided, and the ground under his feet returned to normal, hard and cold. Roger looked back and saw only a cold wall.

"It seems that Dickinson is planning to use this array to pull me directly into here!"

He recalled a fragment he saw in Dickinson's mind when he chopped up Dickinson's body.

"Is it because his soul came from the so-called Soul Eater?"

Roger knew the true origin of his body. Although it was created by the black stone of this world, it also contained part of the flesh and blood of Abraham.

At the same time, there is something inexplicable in the flesh and blood of Abraham.

If what he saw in Dickinson's eyes was not an illusion, then the place in front of him was probably deep underground.

That's where Abraham was hiding.

As soon as he came, he was safe. Although Roger knew the strength of Abraham, he had no other choice at this time. He could only clench the weapon in his hand and explore forward.

squeak!

The flames on the wall reflected the miserable and twisted faces of people, and these people wailed silently. If Henrik was here, he would definitely recognize some of these faces.

Those were some witchers who used to be active in the Bordeaux region, but now. Their bodies were made into torches, and their souls were used as fuel.

Then placed in the icy underground passage, suffering endless torture until the soul dissipated.

Roger walked forward cautiously for a distance, and did not see any guarding measures here.

The means of entering this place should be very special. If it weren't for the misunderstanding, even if Roger's strength was several times stronger, I'm afraid it would be difficult to find this place.

That Abraham must have used some of the rules of this world to create a hiding place for himself that can almost never be found.

Roger sighed in his heart. He used to reason according to normal thinking, but now, if there is no special means, even if the Hunters Guild really believed their words.

After entering Crescent City, it is impossible to find this place.

The passage is not too long, the surroundings are quiet, only Roger's own breathing and footsteps can be heard.

The poor souls sometimes opened their hands, but as soon as Roger got close, they backed away in horror, back into the torches.

After passing through the passage, Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although there was no battle, the depression and the unknown made people nervous.

The moment he walked out of the passage, the corner of his eye swept across the corner of his eye, and a huge black shadow appeared not far away. Roger was startled, his feet moved quickly, and the steel sword in his hand prepared to attack.

The battle didn't happen, Roger looked intently, and what stood beside the wall was not a living creature at all, but a twisted human figure with half of its body embedded in the wall.

Looking into the distance along the silhouette is an open space, where countless twisted statues stand.

These figures all retain the characteristics of their lifetime, and their expressions and even muscle texture are no different from ordinary people.

Roger slowly approached, and the surroundings shrouded in the Quinn seal, he did not know whether these so-called dead objects would suddenly wake up.

Then attack.

Roger was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene on the stairs as he walked through the entire area without any risk and went up a spiral staircase.

There are 12 thick stone pillars standing in the open space. Each stone pillar is carved with complex patterns. The 12 stone pillars form a whole and form a transparent closed area.

There are dense crowds of people and monsters floating in it.

Suddenly Roger's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a figure with only white bones on his face and half of his face, his arms over his knees, and his body covered with thick black hair.

The only half of the face left was familiar to Roger, and he looked down, noticing a mark on the other's neck.

"Robert..."

The witcher who had confronted Black at the entrance and was dispatched to the outer area.

Beside him, was a short blue figure, and at this time, the clear eyes became cloudy, and the face was painful and hideous.

Roger seemed to remember the smug look on the other side's face when he took out the diving suit.

If he's here, the rest of the village...

Roger sighed.

The familiar black mist drifted throughout the area, and these black mists penetrated into the human body and brought terrifying changes.

A black spike pierced through each of their tail vertebrae, which connected to the ground and led into the unknown.

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