Demon Hunter and His Hut

It is fate that we meet here, give in, Bedwell! "

"I'm destined to step on your corpse and become the new head of the Knights of the Round Table!"

Lancelot took out a scale the size of a walnut, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He pressed the scale in his hand to the center of his forehead.

In an instant, the scales burned his skin like a red-hot iron, and then embedded into his skull.

"Ah...ah!"

He howled like a beast.

"The scales of a black dragon!"

"Real dragon scales!"

Lancelot's eyes were red as blood, and the dignity and arrogance he had been trying to maintain disappeared.

The muscles on the body bulged, the frost that originally covered the surface of the body shattered, and purple-black scales grew again!

"This thing... This thing was originally used by me to prepare to break through the fourth stage, but today is for you..."

Being dominated by the sudden power, Lancelot's whole body was deformed, becoming the leader of the Knights, and continuing to live has almost become his greatest obsession.

"First and last knight, Bedwell, you have lived the longest and most elusive."

Lancelot stood up straight.

"Let me see your hidden power, don't waste my dragon scales!"

"Tom!"

In the next second, a shallow pit was stepped on where Lancelot was standing, and he slammed into Roger with frost like a meteorite.

"It's worth Gawain to see me alone, there must be some secret hidden in you!"

Roger clenched the sword of the sun with his left hand, and while swinging the sword to block, his body rushed forward, and the Alpha Seal erupted in the air.

boom!

The violent force hit Lancelot as if he had hit a steel wall. The frost condensed on his body was partially shattered, but such a force could not penetrate the defense at all.

Direct damage to Lancelot.

Roger's pupils shrank like the tip of a needle. According to Gawain's description, even when confronting him, Lancelot probably didn't show such overwhelming power.

Breaking the boat, this is almost Lancelot's last fight.

Roger wanted to open his hand gracefully, and then said: The sword is coming!

But he is now concerned about Amanda's safety and doesn't want to entangle with Lancelot too much.

Endure, save, explode!

If you don't do it, you will be shocked!

The Alpha Seal did not work. At this time, Lancelot had come to Roger like a chariot. With the obstacle of the seal, his speed was a little slower, but his momentum was like a rainbow, and his red pupils were hysterical and manic.

Bang!

The hunter's hut has been improved by one level, and Roger's physical fitness has also increased further. Facing Lancelot, who is like a wild beast, Roger did not take a half step back.

The bodies of the two collided, Lancelot rushed forward like a bulldozer, and Roger was knocked back again and again.

With only physical strength and the blessing of black dragon scales, Lancelot at this time has reached the limit that can be achieved in the third stage.

This is a terrible guy who can crush any extraordinary person below the third order with physical strength alone.

"I said it was fate, you were destined to die here!"

Lancelot laughed wildly.

After the increase of the black dragon scales, his power has indeed been improved a lot, but at the same time, the uncontrollable power has also affected his consciousness and judgment.

"Yes, you old guy has been hiding for long enough!"

Lancelot stared at Roger stubbornly.

"If I don't use the power of the scales, even if I can defeat you, I am afraid it will take a lot of energy. It is almost impossible to kill you in that situation!"

"Hidden for so many years, what is your purpose?"

"Waiting for the Jedi to strike back?"

Lancelot laughed loudly, "To be honest, I should really thank Gawain, without his reminder, you would definitely be my biggest competitor!"

"It's God's will!"

"This is fate!"

"I'm destined to be the head of the Knights!"

Under the repeated collisions of Lancelot, the defense formed by Quinn's seal is already in jeopardy. The power of the dragon is indeed terrifying, even if it is a piece of scale armor.

Boom!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two slammed into each other dozens of times, and Lancelot had the upper hand. Although Roger always looked like he was about to be knocked down, he endured all of Lancelot's hits. .

"Fall down, let me down!"

"Why are you still holding on?"

"Give up the struggle, Bedwell."

"You are destined to die here!"

Roger gritted his teeth, his eyes firmly on Lancelot's every attack.

He was waiting, waiting for that fleeting opportunity.

The seal of Axel rushed into Lancelot's mind, and the first knight, who was in a state of rage, was immediately disturbed, and Roger took this opportunity to distance himself.

On the forehead and hands, the three Igni seal models bloomed in a triangle shape. At this moment, Roger didn't even need to control it, and the sword of the sun bloomed with all its brilliance.

He even felt that Bedwell himself was controlling the weapon at this time.

This inheritance knight who has been hiding himself in the dark for hundreds of years, trying to get rid of the control of the Privy Council, all his struggles have disappeared with death.

But at this time, facing the pressure from Lancelot, the Sword of the Sun still released all its energy.

Terrible fire-attribute energy swept around, the floor cracked, and the high temperature even ignited the surroundings. This was what Lancelot, who had recovered from the chaos, saw.

"Ice and Fire."

The mania in his eyes subsided slightly, and blue ice crystals bloomed.

"It seems that this is a fateful confrontation."

"The opposition between ice and fire, the opposition between you and me!"

The ice crystal shrouded in Lancelot wriggled like a living creature, condensing a giant sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed.

"Okay, I will fulfill you and give you a decent way to die!"

The three points of the three Igni-Indian separation triangles are connected to each other, and then a new Igni-Indian model is reconstructed.

The new seal is more powerful and the energy condensed is stronger. Feeling the power of Lancelot, Roger poured all the energy condensed on the seal into the sword of the sun floating in the air!

Although driven by the energy of the Igni seal, at this time Roger and the sword of the sun resonated perfectly, and he felt that fiery, vast determination.

Roger took a step forward, and the weapon in his hand came out.

"This is Bedwell's—"

【Sword of the Sun】

Roger roared.

【Ice Thorn】

The opposite Lancelot doesn't have any fancy skills. His body is the most powerful weapon. He runs and accelerates, and then stabs with a thousand tempers! !

Simple to strong.

Lancelot has faith in his own strength.

boom!

The two energies collided together, and the confrontation between ice and fire brought about a terrifying change. The surrounding furniture and decoration were destroyed in a mess, and the entire manor seemed to tremble.

"You lose, Bedwell!"

A smile appeared on Lancelot's face, his body was still rushing forward, the power of the flame gradually diminished under the erosion of frost.

At the same time, he also keenly heard a soft sound in the air.

click!

Click!

There was a huge crack on the sword of the Sun Sword. Under the pressure of strength, the trace became bigger and bigger, and the sound was also connected.

finally……

Bang!

The sword of the sun, which could not bear the oppression of the two forces, shattered violently, and at the same time, it was far away in a secret room in the headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table of Ingerman.

On the silver cup representing Bedwell's identity, blood-like red appeared in the clear water, and then the liquid surged up, spread to the edge of the silver cup, and then flowed down.

A figure appeared in the room.

Galahad looked horrified.

"what happened?"

"Bedwell is actually dead!!"

Lancelot's attack shattered the Sword of the Sun, and his momentum slowed down, but at this time there was no obstacle between him and Roger.

Losing the Sword of the Sun, the defenseless Roger was like an undefended lamb. Lancelot took a deep breath and mustered the remaining strength in his body.

He burst out with all his strength just now, and he is relatively weak now, but he believes that the opposite Bedwell is weaker.

As long as he works harder, maybe in the next second, he can cut off the head of the guy on the opposite side, and then...

The excited Lancelot didn't notice the purple light flashing across the burning floor around him.

The Seal of Arden is activated.

In addition to the terrible damage to the spiritual body, the second-level seal of Arden is more important...the impact on the soul.

Everything around me is slowing down.

The body seems to have become heavier.

When Lancelot discovered the abnormality, he was shocked, but when he was about to withdraw his strength to dodge, his soul fell into a quagmire.

Body and soul collide at this critical moment.

For a moment, Roger was lost in front of his eyes.

A voice sounded in his ear.

"The sword of destiny, the sword has two edges, it hurts oneself and hurts others."

Roger's body appeared above Lancelot's head at an unknown time, and the cloak on his body fluttered in the wind, covering the area where the two were.

In the shadows, a weapon deeper than the night appeared in Roger's hands.

"It is indeed fate."

Roger snorted.

"It's just that the sword is in my hands!"

As soon as the words fell, the cursed sword in his hand already carried a thousand powers and stabbed along Lancelot's neck!

puff!

Even with the strength of Roger at this time, coupled with the sharpness and erosive power of the cursed sword, when it pierced Lancelot's body, it was hindered to a certain extent.

But unfortunately, Lancelot, who was in a state of conflict between body and soul, was unable to get out of this situation, when he concentrated on regaining control of his body.

What he faced was pain like a tide.

puff!

Roger spun the blade, his body cut downward while falling, blood splashed, and the cursed sword split Lancelot's spine along his spine.

The internal organs hanging from the spine gushed out of the body crackling.

After landing, Roger's body rotated, and the weapon in his hand swept across.

laugh!

Lancelot's head flew high, and before he died, he heard the last words from Roger, "Poor fellow, Green has long chosen the real candidate to inherit the Knights."

"who is it?"

Lancelot opened his mouth.

"Galahad."

Roger spat out a name.

"Clap!"

Lancelot's head rolled to the ground, the handsome and handsome first knight's face was dirty, and his meticulous silver hair was also soaked with blood.

In a trance, Lancelot saw a foot stop in front of his head, followed by something covering his face.

Feeling the unfamiliar aura from the other party's body, at this moment, Lancelot suddenly realized something.

"you……"

"you are not……"

His face was ashen, and he fully understood the meaning of a word.

plaything.

The surrounding fire is getting more and more intense, and Roger has been on the alert for a possible counterattack by Lancelot.

According to the information he had learned from Gawain before, this guy has a strange ability to transfer the injury when he is fatally injured.

It is precisely because of this that he made the plan just now, striving to do it in one go, killing him directly without giving Lancelot a chance to react.

For now……

Turning around, seeing the core of inheritance floating on Lancelot's corpse, Roger couldn't help but smile.

At the same time, the mask he had just covered on Lancelot's face also fell off.

[Dirion's Mask]: It contains all the identities that Dirion collected when he was active as the Faceless.

After use, you can switch between multiple identities at will. If you don't fight, you can perfectly simulate the character's breath fluctuations.

Number of Facebooks: 127.

You can create new masks through the soul intake ability. The generation of new masks requires time to run in, and gradually acquire the identity memory of the character to achieve perfect inheritance.

A new facebook has been generated.

Because of the previous experience, after capturing the core of Lancelot's inheritance this time, Roger sent it to the Cursed Cabin without thinking.

He quickly checked Lancelot's corpse, and on the principle of not wasting it, he used the cursed sword to absorb all the blood on the corpse.

Hey, as a Tier 3 Demon Hunter, he even needs to search for corpses.

So far, all traces of Lancelot's stay here have been completely erased.

After all this was done, the surrounding flames had completely engulfed the house, and in a trance, the world in front of him turned to fly ashes like a scorched canvas.

At this time, Amanda, who was swept away by the torrent of paint, also fell into crisis.

A few minutes ago, Roger took Amanra's hand, but before he could step out of the door, all the paintings hanging on the wall melted.

Immediately afterwards, the torrent drowned the two.

"Roger!"

Amanda shouted, but then, the overwhelming paint drowned her.

She didn't dare to speak or open her eyes, so she could only bear it passively. In order to avoid being separated from Roger, she held that big hand tightly from beginning to end.

Finally, the flow of water seemed to slow down a little, and Amanda felt her body being thrown up and the cool wind blowing in her face.

She opened her eyes and found herself falling to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Roger, use your previous method..."

Amanda turned her head, and there was no sign of Roger behind her.

And what she had been holding tightly before turned out to be a highly swollen corpse!

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