Demon Hunter and His Hut

puff! "

The blade runs through the heart.

At the juncture of life and death, Abraham made his final struggle.

【Blood Feast】

Roger activated the strongest ability on the Sword of Curse without hesitation, and he was even worried that the dark energy shrouded on the sword would not be enough to kill Abraham.

The clothes they were wearing wrapped the two of them like living creatures, and a miniature version of the dark sky shrouded their heads in an instant.

Abraham's body exploded violently. At this time, he no longer considered the consequences of doing so. He couldn't escape this attack, and he had no future.

He was fast enough and determined enough, but he still underestimated the greed of the Cursed Sword.

The dark energy flowing from the sword body flew out like tentacles.

The blade trembled, and Roger, as the holder of this weapon, could even feel some of the emotions conveyed by the cursed sword.

Cheerful.

like a gluttonous child.

"What is this?"

"who are you?"

Abraham let out a scream, and Roger's power has grown to an incredible level after the increase of the cursed sword.

Without any fancy skills, the long sword danced in his hand, he caught up with Abraham's retreating body, and countless rays of light flashed in the air.

【Stars】

Different from the majestic atmosphere and the use of energy, the moves at this time are only fast, extremely precise and fierce!

At the same time, Roger's left hand stretched out, and the seal of Arden shrouded his palm, shattering the green remnant shrouded in flames, and then holding the throbbing pale blood in his hand!

"It's mine!"

As soon as Abraham's body was condensed together, he was penetrated by the cursed sword again. This time, he had no energy to escape the engulfment of the cursed sword.

"Ha ha!"

"Suck it, suck up my blood and soul!"

Abraham's head began to wither,

He stared at Roger's grim face as he started the blood feast.

Abraham's struggle before his death was reflected in his dark pupils.

"You know where your body came from, and now you have absorbed all my essence and inherited the pale blood that I have condensed!"

A frantic smile appeared on Abraham's face.

"I didn't die, I just changed my way of being."

He stretched out his dry fingers, but before they could touch Roger, they turned into ashes.

"I am you, and you are me."

"I will live in every muscle and every inch of your bones, forever!"

The look in his eyes disappeared, and Abraham turned into ashes, drifting away with Roger's sword-drawing movement.

After killing Abraham, something strange passed from the cursed sword to Roger's body. Thinking of what Abraham said before his death, Roger instinctively wanted to resist.

But before the brain gave an instruction, the body responded spontaneously, greedily incorporating some special substances extracted from Abraham's body into Roger's body.

As if to make up for some shortcomings.

The feeling that came from the depths of the body even affected Roger, who was in a state of blood feast.

He needs it so badly.

Just like a fish cannot live without water.

Roger even had an absurd illusion in his heart. If he didn't kill Abraham and absorb those special things in his body, under normal circumstances, Roger would never be able to break through the boundaries of the fourth-order.

Even with the help of the hunter's hut, he barely took this step, but there will be even bigger hidden dangers waiting for him in the future.

Physical collapse, soul conflict...

But at this moment, when the throbbing completely disappeared, Roger immediately realized that something was different in himself.

His strength did not increase in any way, nor did his spiritual power increase.

But Roger knew he had become whole.

For a long time at least, the conflict between body and soul ceased to exist.

He must find a way to solve this hidden danger. With his current knowledge accumulation, there is obviously no better way. It can only be seen if the follow-up upgrade of the hunter's hut can provide corresponding help.

Clenching the cursed sword in his hand, the darkness shrouded above his head disappeared, and the cloak gathered again on his body, changing its shape into a dark cloak.

The surrounding light returned to normal, and Roger found himself trapped in the siege.

The monster under Lan Malock roared, staring at Roger with scarlet eyes.

"It looks like you really have an extraordinary origin, we caught a big fish!"

Several people also noticed that Roger was unusual and powerful at this time, but with four inheritance knights, they were confident to face any challenge.

Even if the opponent is Shining Knight or Lancelot!

"Ho..."

There was a beast-like gasp from Roger's throat, black smoke lingered between his nose and mouth, and dark energy had penetrated into every corner of his body.

Roger's body has also been strengthened to the extreme, and the power that has nowhere to vent can only flow to his brain, impacting the last line of defense formed by the French seal.

"Can't you be a little late?"

Roger said in a low voice.

"After Mr. Lancelot has dealt with Gawain over there, we will deal with this pest. There will be no competition and merits."

"I think Mr. Lancelot must be able to lock the position of the leader in advance. According to the agreement, although we cannot leave the Knights, we can have a certain sense of freedom."

Bows's two fists collided, sending out a collision of gold and iron, and he was even eager to try, "Go ahead, get rid of him, everything is over!"

Not only Bowes, Lan Maloch, and Percival had a look of anticipation on their faces.

"Gawain?"

Hearing this name, Roger's tormented spirit regained some composure. He really did not expect that the man nicknamed the Paladin in the Foreign Spirit Society would be Gawain the Radiant Knight.

a true knight.

But if you think about it carefully, it also has its reasonable place. The name is not only a title, but also an identity.

Dickinson's exhortation sounded in his ears, and at this moment, Roger had a new understanding of the other members of the Foreign Spirit Society.

The nicknames that these guys of unknown origin and identity use when introducing themselves may be the only thing that proves their existence.

"But how did Gawain get into the Foreign Spirit Society?"

Another thought popped up in his heart, but in an instant, Roger put the thought behind him, and his spirit was already at stake under the erosion of dark energy.

He needs to vent.

Need to explode!

"Ha ha!"

Roger sneered, he turned slightly sideways, his dark pupils glanced at Bowes and said, "The noble knights of the round table have an infighting."

"Did you lose your brains during the inheritance ceremony, or you knew it but didn't want to think about the terrible outcome."

"Gawain died, after becoming the so-called head of the regiment."

"What are you to Lancelot?"

As soon as Roger's voice fell, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

Maybe as Roger said, it's not that they don't know, they just subconsciously want to avoid this problem.

Because the truth is often too cruel.

At the moment when everyone was distracted, Roger launched a violent counterattack.

Today, the inheritance of knights is destined to be cut off here.

And more than one!