Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Where did you hear the news?"

Roger glanced at Gawain, "As an ordinary inheritance knight, you know a little too much."

Gawain did not answer Roger's question.

"The Radiant Knight is not as simple as you seem. If I can get some news, I naturally have my own channels."

"Mr. Mist, do you really stop thinking about it?"

"Although you have obtained a part of pale blood now, it belongs to Soul Eater after all. In addition, from the total amount, that part of pale blood is not enough for you to break through to the fourth stage."

"Am i right?"

Roger didn't answer, but Gawain seemed to already know the answer.

"You need more, purer pale blood, and there is no better place than that."

"In addition, the treasures I mentioned are not aimless, think about the rise of Green."

Roger pondered for a moment, he must go to Snow White's world, but he didn't want to be with Gawain.

This guy doesn't seem to be particularly powerful, but his origin is unknown, and he is very hidden, even according to his own words, before he came to this world. His rank may have reached rank 5.

Compared to the current Roger, who has crossed two levels, he is not sure whether close contact with Gawain will reveal too many flaws.

This guy is so mysterious.

Roger prefers to go through other channels.

Originally, he could use Bedwell's identity, but now the Sword of the Sun has been broken, and Bedwell's heritage core has disappeared.

And the risk of pretending to be Lancelot is too great, and at this juncture, I may not be able to escape Green's eyes.

"Have you found a way to enter that world?" Roger asked tentatively.

Gao Wen smiled without saying a word.

"This is something I started investigating a long time ago. The channel is not stable now, but I don't think it will take too long..."

"The pressure that each channel can withstand is limited,

Mister Mist, I hope you will take my opinion into consideration. "

"A rare opportunity."

Gawain nodded to Roger.

"We'll see you in a few days." After saying that, he took the initiative to cut off contact.

"This guy……"

If it is said that Gawain is seeking benefits for the entire Variant Spirit Society, Roger will never believe such a statement.

"Do you want others to be his cannon fodder?"

The thick fog behind him poured in from the window, and Roger blew out the white candles on the table and fell into contemplation.

Leaving the misty hut, he directly entered the cemetery hut. In the fairy tale world, Amanda, who got dragon scales, shrunk into a ball on his head and knees.

The red dragon scales radiated a fiery red sheen and wrapped her whole body, and there was energy in the trembling to communicate between the two.

Roger observed quietly for a while, and he felt that the purity of blood in Amanda's body was improving at an incredible speed.

"The effect of dragon scales is really so good, or is Amanda's talent special?"

As the purity of the bloodline improved, Amanda was undergoing drastic changes from spirit to body.

Without disturbing the other party, Roger quietly left the fairy tale world.

Next, he needed to prepare for a meeting with Gawain in a few days, and another vague plan emerged in his mind.

…………

The black mist rolled, and a castle almost merged with the darkness.

When I got closer, I found that the castle was red as a whole, the outer wall was like dried blood, and the vitality inside was deprived, leaving only a dark background.

The surface of the city wall is covered with twisted faces and limbs, including humans, tree spirits, beasts, and many other strange things.

What is even more disgusting is the fusion between these bodies, the tree spirit with two heads growing on its chest, and the beast full of teeth in its eyes. Distortion and mutation are happening all the time.

Make the whole castle look like a wriggling piece of meat.

Somewhere in the castle, a dark and tall figure knelt before the mound.

"Respected master, my queen, please grant me the blade of battle!"

The pale armor was burning with green flames, and the tall figure had no head, and a dull and humble prayer came from his abdominal cavity.

"Have mercy on me, your knight Rams!"

Rams bent down, the blood scar on his neck suddenly cracked, and a large stream of blood spurted out, pouring blood on the grave in front of him.

In an instant, there seemed to be countless creatures struggling to emerge from the tomb, and at the same time, there was a shrill roar from the entire castle.

In the next second, a blood spring emerged from the crevice at the top of the tomb, and this blood mixed with the blood that Rams had just splattered.

Gradually, a long sword made of blood emerged from it, Rams straightened up, his shoulders shook, and he seemed to let out a cheerful laugh.

"Thank you for your gift, my master."

Rams held the blood-colored sword.

"May you have a sweet dream in your long sleep..."

"Pfft..."

There was a sudden laughter behind him.

"Listen to what you said?"

A slightly charming female voice came, "Do you think the master likes to fall asleep?"

"Don't you know why we are here?"

Rams held the blood-colored long sword, turned around, and a woman with wings on her back, only embellished with poor fabrics in important parts, came over.

Saying she is a woman is entirely because of the physical characteristics of the other party, from the toes to the neck, except for the wings behind her back, she is an out-and-out beauty.

The body is hot and charming, but you can continue to look up, and above this woman's neck, there is a hideous hairy face.

It looked like an enlarged bat head, with extremely small green eyes, a terrifying fierce light flashed in the pupils, and the mouth was split open, revealing layers of overlapping fangs.

She has no bridge of nose, only two thumb-sized holes in her cheeks, and with her breathing, there are bursts of stench coming from it.

"Camilla, honestly you should have cut off that head of yours."

"It's so ugly!"

Ramsay's stomach scoffed.

"You still retain the aesthetics of the human era?" Camilla sneered.

"For the extraordinary, power is beauty."

"Look at yourself, don't you understand the meaning of that sword?"

"It's disappointing that you could lose it."

"It was an accident. No one could pick up that sword. If my plan is successful, I can go to another place with that weapon."

"When the time comes to open up the entire channel..."

"So you're talking about what if."

Heavy footsteps sounded, and Kernon appeared with his antlers on his back.

"Not only did we lose that sword, but we also lost something more important. If we let the Queen know..."

Kernon smiled eccentrically and remained silent.

"Crash!"

There was a crashing sound in the distance, and then a grey behemoth swirled and rushed in from the window.

The stone chips splashed, and there was an extra piece of gravel in the hall.

"Idiots, gargoyles are idiots without heads!"

Camilla let out a coquettish snort. If you don't look at her weird face, it's easy to get a good impression just by listening to her voice.

There was a monster more than three meters high in the hall. He had a stone-like skin, his body was gray, his body was strong, and he exuded an icy aura.

"Who knows where Morwood has gone?"

"It seems like I haven't seen him for a long time."

Kernon grumbled.

"Last time he said he found a weak spot, he said he wanted to surprise the queen, it's been so long..." Rams shook his body.

In all fairness, he didn't want to see any of his comrades succeed, because that would make him more incompetent.

"We've all failed, what's next?"

The gargoyle roared like thunder, and all that came out of his mouth were stone chips and dust.

At this moment, the entire castle trembled, and a thick, liquid-like black mist poured into the room from all directions.

Ramsay got down on one knee.

"My lord, you are awake!"

A figure appeared in the room.

She had skin as white as snow, wearing a silk robe, her jet-black hair was scattered behind her head, and she floated in the air with bare feet.

The delicate face and facial features are exactly the same as Anna, but the temperament between the two is very different.

Queen of the Night, Lilith.

Lilith's figure fell from the air like catkins, flesh and blood were squirming under the ground, and a twisted creature squeezed out of the ground and caught Lilith who fell down.

"My queen, your wounds..."

Camilla hesitated.

Lilith raised her left hand, "It was an accident, I found what I lost."

She clenched her fists.

"Master, please open the space channel and let me celebrate you with blood!"

Rams bent down and said.

"No, no need."

Lilith shook her head, "I changed my mind."

"It's been 100 years and the world has changed astonishingly, and we need to change our strategy too."

"Go get ready, this time I'm going to do something special."

She stood up from the skeleton throne, and as she stepped forward, the throne below her also changed shape, and a monster with a long tail was lying on the ground.

This monster has two horns on its head, four limbs on the ground, two wings on its back, and fine scales on its body.

What is even more bizarre is that there is a face looming between its horns.

Lilith sat sideways on the monster's back. She grabbed a corner on the monster's head, stared at the looming face on its forehead, and said softly, "Will he come back after 100 years?"

"Roar!"

The monster let out a roar, and the face on its forehead became hideous.

"Give him to me, and I will tear him apart with my own hands!"

Lilith let out a cheerful laugh, "He is now the leader of the famous Knights."

Raising her left hand and putting her index finger on her forehead, Lilith seemed to be searching for something, "What a surprise, stop struggling, little guy, everything you have is mine!"

"It is your greatest honor to be a part of me."

…………

The noon sun was a bit dazzling, but Gawain had a look of enjoyment on his face. He liked to bathe in the sun.

"Mr. Mist, I've arrived, where are you?"

Gawain answered the phone in his hand.

He was standing in the square of a seaside city in Faku at this time.

Surrounded by a bustling crowd, there are couples taking pictures together and elderly couples on benches next to the fountain.

The good times are the time to enjoy.

"Turn around and there is a red house at the end of the street, go there, I will wait for you there."

Roger's voice came over the phone.

"All right."

Gawain hung up the phone, turned around and walked towards the end of the street with the leather bag in his hand.

He was standing in front of the house, with a huge for sale sign hanging on the window and a string of phone numbers underneath. The door was open, and Gawain walked in directly.

The house was empty, with no furniture and no one.

He frowned, a warning sign rose in his heart, and at this moment the phone in his hand rang.

"Mr. Mist, you're not here, I don't think it's a joke."

Gawain clenched the purse in his hand.

"Don't worry."

A voice came from upstairs.

Gawain raised his head, and a figure slowly walked down the stairs.

"you……"

He was a little surprised. As a superhuman at the top of the third-order, it would be ridiculous if he couldn't even tell whether there was someone in a room.

But in front of...

"What's wrong?"

Roger hung up the phone with a smile, "Have you brought everything?"

Gawain nodded, opened the purse, and took out 4 items in it.

Roger checked these things one by one, then nodded in satisfaction.

From beginning to end, Gawain stood by the side, he paid attention to Roger's movements, the calm on his face was gradually broken.

"Your strength has improved a lot!"

Since the Barron Tower incident, this is the first time the two have met in reality, although at first Gawain had a vague understanding of Roger's strength.

But with the reference from the last battle, he still has a baseline in his heart, but this time, Gawain can feel that this mysterious Mr. Mist is much stronger than the last time!

From him, he could even vaguely perceive a sense of oppression that only Tier 4 had.

Roger was very satisfied with Gawain's surprise. While releasing his own power, he was also feeling the depth of Gawain.

If this guy is just on the same level as Lancelot, then after getting what he wants, Roger doesn't mind doing something else.

But soon, he noticed a vague aura from Gawain.

If it hadn't been for a faint passage through his body with pale blood, I'm afraid he might not have been able to detect it.

The pure combat power of Gawain in front of him should only be the peak of the third-order, and at most he was stronger than Lancelot.

Basically within Roger's guess.

If you do it directly...

Roger believes that his chances of winning are still very large, but this guy seems to be hiding something else.

very dangerous stuff.

Roger froze in his heart, quietly hiding the evil thoughts in his heart.

"No problem, it's exactly what I want."

Roger put away the things on the table, opened a storage box beside him, and put four things in it.

He closed the lid and stood up.

"I'll think again about your last invitation."

"Pleasant to work with."

Gawain nodded stiffly, he walked slowly to the door, and a thought suddenly rose in his heart.

He turned his head.

"Mr. Mist..."

The room was empty.

Gawain walked forward quickly, and then used the fastest speed to explore the entire room.

He opened the storage box on the ground, and it was empty inside.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, "You two, please come in and visit, this house is our company..."

"what?"

"Who are you?" a bald man in a suit stared at Gawain and asked.

Gawain was also at a loss, and there was only one thought in his mind.

How did he do that?

Cold sweat trickled down unconsciously.

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