Demon Hunter and His Hut

what are you going to do? "

Bedwell laughed wildly, "Don't you think this weapon in your hand can absorb the soul energy I've worked so hard to gather?"

"Who said I want to absorb the energy inside?"

"I just need to interrupt you and that's enough!"

As soon as Roger finished speaking, the dark energy on the cursed sword suddenly erupted, and the soul energy gathered by Bedwell looked magnificent, but it was slowly accumulated by him for countless years.

While the quantity is considerable, the quality is very poor.

At this time, it was invaded by powerful dark energy, and suddenly countless soul fragments exploded directly and were completely infected.

"stop!"

These soul energies are an important reason why Bedwell can maintain the existence of this body. If it is completely destroyed by Roger, even if he kills everyone present, he will not be able to make up for his loss.

Not bothering to attack Roger, and seeing the soul fragments in the castle being invaded and blackened by the raging sword of the curse, a heartache flashed in Bedwell's eyes.

A part of the castle burst open, and the terrifying thrust formed blew the raging sword of curses away. Immediately afterwards, Bedwell put his hands together, intending to immediately close the entrance between the silver page and the real world.

Roger didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. With a flash, he appeared between Bedwell and Castle Black. He held his right hand far away. The cursed sword that was blown away by the bursting soul energy unexpectedly drew an arc. It fell into Roger's hands with great speed.

Between Roger and the curse, it was not empty, the dark cloak turned into a black veil as thin as blue smoke. One end was wrapped around Roger's wrist and the other was tied to the hilt of the sword between the curses.

Roger let out a low voice, and the soul energy that Bedwell had just given up voluntarily was pulled into the cursed sword as if it was being pulled.

His eyes were like the night, and at this moment, Roger's aura reached its peak.

"Thank you for your gift."

In the breath, dark energy surged.

"I've never been stronger than this moment!"

The weapon was raised high, and there was no huge momentum or violent power in an instant. Henrik and Gewei, who were standing in the distance, couldn't even capture the trajectory of Roger's sword swing!

At this time, Bedwell has become a middle-aged man,

Roger interrupted the absorption of soul energy, and his power at this time did not fully recover to its peak.

Cold hair stood on end, and Bedwell knew that if he couldn't take this sword, he would most likely die.

Fire-red patterns lit up on the armor, the weapon in his hand was burning, and his whole person was like a blooming flower of flame.

【Flower of Yanhai】

When the flame flower completely wrapped Bedwell, Roger's attack also slipped silently.

Boom boom boom!

Bedwell retreated violently, flew more than ten meters and crashed into the distant hill, and his whole body was deeply immersed in the mud.

Roger seemed to have the upper hand, but he himself was not feeling well, and the wound burst with blood.

Without the protection of Quinn's seal, Roger, who lacked armor, would have been torn apart by the violent energy in the collision just now.

Dark energy surging all over his body, as if he could not feel the pain in his body, the blue blood tendons gradually spread to the whole face, and Roger rushed up with a single stride.

"Don't let that weapon control your mind!" Ge Wei's cry came from a distance, and Roger couldn't hear it at all at this time.

Bedwell spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly aged, and then there was a crackling sound from his body, and the armor on his body suddenly exploded, the light dimmed, and it was completely turned into a pile of scrap metal.

He was about to raise his sword to block, but when he waved his hand, he found that the weapon in his hand had been broken inch by inch!

"Kill kill kill!"

The dark energy in Roger's eyes receded, and his eyes were blood red, full of tyrannical killing intent.

A thought suddenly appeared in Bedwell's mind. He suddenly activated the silver manuscript, and the dark castle appeared above his head again, but he did not choose to pour soul energy into his body.

A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, the black castle collapsed in a large area, and countless fragments of unowned souls poured out of it.

"Haha, since you want it, I'll give it to you!"

Roger subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand, and the swarming soul energy wrapped it in the next second.

He first let out a cheerful laugh, but as the energy poured in, the cursed sword became stronger and stronger, and the dark energy kept compressing his sanity.

He raised the weapon in his hand and seemed to plan to cut his neck!

"Control it!"

A sharp voice sounded from his mind, Ge Wei in the distance let out a scream, blood oozing from his eyes, ears and nostrils, and fainted directly to the ground.

Roger's eyes regained the clarity of the moment, and the sword of curse came out of his hand, pierced through the energy phantom formed by the black castle, and stuck it on a boulder in the distance!

Bedwell obviously used special means to closely connect himself with the black castle shrouded above his head. He was pierced by the cursed sword, and he himself suffered some trauma, and could not help but let out a scream.

He struggled to get up.

"All your power comes from that sword, without that weapon, I see how you fight me next..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roger stepped forward and pushed his palm forward.

【Alder】

Bedwell's face changed suddenly, strange energy poured into the wound, and his body was pressed into the deep pit he just hit again under the violent collision.

"What did you say? I didn't catch it."

Roger concentrated his attention, and before Bedwell could react, Alder Fayin blasted out again.

again and again!

The rumbling sound of the crash resounded across the hillside.

Under the impact of the Alpha Seal, Bedwell was like being buried deep into the soil by a huge pile driver, and then it was driven into the depths of the ground little by little!

The dull sound even shook the lake in the distance, and Henrik looked at what was happening in front of him with a look of horror.

"Poor Bedwell..."

Finally, the soil under his feet flew up and he could no longer see Bedwell's trail. Roger let out a sigh of relief and stopped attacking.

"This is the 16th way to die."

"Even tombstones are omitted."

The dignified inheritance knight should not die so easily, but under Roger's repeated crit attacks, the psychic explosion of the Alder seal has blown Bedwell's body into a mess.

When Henrik helped dig Bedwell out of the ground, what he saw was a roughly human-shaped minced meat.

"This guy isn't dead yet?"

Henryk said at a glance, having a new understanding of the vitality of third-order extraordinary people.

"Why is this necessary? If you let us go just now, how could so many things happen?"

Henrik crouched down, as if thinking about Bedwell.

"Is there anything else to say?"

Roger bent down, looked at Bedwell and said.

"Throw my body into the lake."

"It's their turn to eat me too."

"Finally free."

He let out a long breath, and his chest sank.

"200 years is too long..."