Demon Hunter and His Hut

The squeeze on his body disappeared, and Roger felt that he had come to another space, but he had not waited for him to adjust to the environment and looked around.

A hoarse and majestic voice sounded directly from his mind.

"I'm hungry!!"

The voice exploded abruptly in Roger's brain. He was not prepared at all, and his mind was dizzy for a while. Roger took a deep breath and hurriedly gathered the mental power in his mind.

hum!

He wanted to be hit by a sledgehammer on his head, and the scene in front of him became abstract. Deep in his brain, the funnel-shaped magic circle formed by the 5 seals spontaneously resisted under the impact of powerful force.

But even so, the powerful impact made Roger's eyes black.

"what happened?"

The voice came suddenly, as if he was just talking casually, but even so, it took three seconds for Roger to return to normal.

Although the time is short, if he has the heart, it is enough to make him die countless times.

He shook his head to dispel the dizziness from his brain, and looked around.

The surroundings were dark, and black smoke hung over his head, and his position at this time seemed to be the top of a hill.

But just looking at it, Roger lost the mood to continue to check.

The area here is too small, not even half of his garden.

He walked to the edge, and his feet were also surrounded by black smoke. Unlike the space around the Shadow Hut, the black smoke here made Roger perceive some danger.

Roger unbuttoned a button, and with a slight toss, the button flew out of the area where the top of the mountain was.

The next second, the surrounding black smoke wrapped the golden button like a living creature, and was immediately covered by black smoke.

"Disappeared."

It was a strange feeling, Roger couldn't even describe whether the button was teleported to another world, or was completely destroyed by the completely opposite force.

He lowered his head, and there was a black puddle where he had just appeared.

bend down,

Roger's sight passed through the puddle, and he saw the passage outside the shadow hut.

"Water Gate."

The form in this world gate turned out to be an invisible liquid.

Roger stretched out his hand to test it out. A cold touch came, and a kind of traction spread from his palm to his whole body. He "saw" the broken passage. He knew that he could return to the world where the Shadow Cabin was at any time if he wanted to.

Standing here Roger felt a completely different feeling than standing on the ground outside the Shaded Cabin.

Perhaps the scenery here is the norm in the shadow world.

"Where's the food?"

Roger was thinking, the strange voice came again, and his brain tingled, but he quickly reacted and resisted the aggression.

Then look in the direction from which the consciousness came.

A black boulder.

The stone and the mountain under his feet were integrated into one, and he could not observe it unless he looked carefully. Roger walked in front of the stone, but he did not detect a strong aura from behind the stone.

Stepping forward, the soles of the feet easily pass through the stones, the eyes are dark, and a passage appears under the feet.

Roger stood on the spot and thought for a while. The clothes on his body changed shape, and a black hood appeared on his head. He stretched out his hand in the darkness, and the sword of shadow automatically jumped to his hand.

Ready, Roger stepped down.

Unknown could represent danger, but for whatever reason, he should check it out now.

Most of his body was shrouded in shadows, and the ability in the shadows was improved. What Roger was always prepared for was not to fight, but to escape.

There are no steps underfoot, and the passage is tortuous, sometimes open and sometimes narrow. In this environment, even Roger's line of sight has been affected.

It's not an influence in the physical sense, but a special energy disturbing him.

Make him unable to see clearly.

He could feel the stickiness under his feet and the stench in the passage, and the surrounding walls didn't seem to be boulders.

It feels soft to the touch, more like the flesh and blood of some kind of creature.

"Am I in the body of a huge monster at this time?"

As Roger walked down, he sketched in his mind the terrain that he walked through all the areas.

This is a basic quality for a witcher.

But after a while, Roger frowned and stopped.

"how is this possible?"

After repeated transformations, Roger was very confident in himself. This simple technique could never go wrong, but just now, the topographical map sketched in his mind overlapped.

The two roads intersect.

There was a collision in space.

This is clearly a paradox.

Remembering the terrain at this time, Roger continued to walk forward. The more he could go, the more mistakes he made. The overlapping area gradually expanded, and the number of passages also increased.

It didn't take long for the terrain in my mind to become a mess.

"Is there energy interfering with my perception?"

Roger believed that his directional judgments could be wrong, but his method of measurement was not entirely based on feeling.

Completely consistent stride, multi-angle comparison...

"Aisle moving?"

It was like a maze here. If the passages adjusted themselves, Roger felt that he would never be able to reach the real core area.

Soon, he stopped again.

There is a fork in front of you, and there is more than one.

At this moment, the cursed sword that Roger held in his hand suddenly trembled, the blade hummed softly, and the black energy shrouded it rolled.

Roger relaxed a little and walked forward along the strength of the sword.

"Eat, eat!"

The voice recalled in his mind again, he had heard similar voices several times on the way forward, and he was mentally prepared for it.

I found a way to deal with it, and I was less and less affected. The sound was extremely penetrating, but it seemed to have no autonomy, just repeating mechanically.

like a program.

The surroundings became more and more depressing, and the sound became louder and louder as it continued to advance. In addition to the repeated urging, the ending seemed to contain some other meanings.

It was an unknown language, a real voice.

In fact, what Roger heard before has always been a kind of spiritual transmission, and after these transmissions, as he went deeper, he heard some real sounds.

Tick ​​tock!

There was fluid on the shoulders, red blood.

The touch underfoot is simply unbearable, creamy and sticky.

Finally, after passing through a long passage, he broke free from the narrow space, and a blood-red hall appeared in front of him.

This appears to be a dilapidated palace.

There was a strange light coming in from the dome.

Roger narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the light.

Through the carved glass, he saw a faint green, as if there were blue sky and white clouds.

underground?

The tranquility outside the window contrasted sharply with the blood inside, and the broken hall was littered with broken limbs.

Roger can hardly find a complete body here.

Many tissues and organs were mixed together, covered with fleshy lumps like hearts. Roger couldn't tell what was wrapped around the side wall. It was the tent left over from the glory days of this palace.

Or some kind of creature's... intestines.

Flesh and buildings are mixed together, and the two substances have unexpectedly merged in a strange way.

This is a palace full of internal organs.

Roger walked forward, the blood submerged the soles of his feet, and the trembling of the cursed sword became more and more severe. If Roger's strength was not strong enough, it would have dragged Roger to the end of the palace.

There, countless corpses formed a huge tomb!

Except for the specific composition and size, this tomb is almost identical to the one that Roger saw during the mission of Sword in the Stone.

It's just that there was a sword stuck in the grave at that time.

And this one in front of me is only a gap.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Crash!"

The sound of liquid flowing in the mound seemed to sense Roger's arrival, and the gap at the top of the mound was torn open.

The twisted corpse and flesh rolled down, and slowly, a hunched figure appeared in front of Roger's eyes.

It was an old man who couldn't tell his age. His lower body was connected to the mound. His tall upper body was bent and hunched over, his head was lowered, and his hands were weakly drooping at his sides.

He was so thin that there was only a thin layer of skin left on his bones, no hair, and thick blood tendons could be seen on his bright brain.

The moment he saw the other party, Roger almost subconsciously wanted to escape, but soon, he felt the death aura shrouded in the other party.

This is a dead man, even if he was extremely powerful...

No, not exactly a dead man.

Some parts of his body, or some organs, are still stubbornly alive after the death of the master.

Roger took a few steps forward cautiously.

Looking forward from the angle he was at at this time, the old man's entire back was cut open, the shoulder blades turned upward like wings, and the internal organs without bone protection were exposed.

The back is empty.

Pale spines are drawn away.

Without the support of the spine, it stands to reason that the upper body of the old man should be completely on the ground, but at the point where his neck and sternum connect.

A black wooden stick pierced him, and he was propped to the ground in a form similar to a specimen like a dead fish!

"Boom."

There was a muffled thunder-like sound in the hall, and then, the magic sound pierced my ears, and the familiar words sounded again.

"I'm hungry!"

It was his stomach squirming and making noises.

"What level of superhuman was this guy before his death?"

"Level 5 or higher?"

Tier 4 is already the limit of Roger's contact now, and the transcendents above are already out of Roger's imagination.

The cursed sword shone with light, frantically trying to break free from Roger's control, but in desperation, he could only take it back to the cursed hut.

The cloak on his body became larger and covered Roger's whole body. He moved slowly and observed the old man from other directions.

Pale skin, two sharp edges sticking out from the edge of the bright red lips.

The various features on his body reminded Roger of a powerful extraordinary creature.

vampire.

And it is not an ordinary high-level vampire, but a kind that only exists in the records, or is regarded as the origin...

Shadow Elder.

There are many kinds of blood-sucking creatures in this world, and they are very similar to each other before they evolve to a certain stage.

Vampire banshee, vampire girl, vampire, or some kind known as kathakarn.

Moreover, the descriptions of this blood-sucking creature vary greatly in different regions.

This is not only the local customs and culture, but more importantly, the extraordinary world connected behind each region also has great differences.

Even completely different in the manifestation of the source of power, onmyoji and samurai who hardly see the sunrise in the western world.

And Western exorcists, wizards or druids rarely operate in the East.

But among the many origins of vampires, there is an extremely powerful individual whose blood is purer and the ancestors they trace back to are more powerful.

A terrifying creature that has almost reached the limit of the world, a vampire known as the Shadow Elder.

They have almost the right to life and death over the blood-sucking creatures of their own race, and they don't even need to agitate the breath of their blood.

With just one sentence, blood-sucking creatures of Tier 3 and below can bow their heads, and even Tier 4 can't raise their heads under the gaze of the shadow elders.

You must know that every high-level vampire above level 4, in addition to strong physical strength and corresponding spell abilities.

They also have a special ability when they enter the 4th order because of their pure blood.

This makes the high-level vampire a terrifying existence far beyond the superhuman creatures of the same level.

But even so, the suppression in the bloodline made it impossible for them to go against the words of the shadow elder and bear a look.

"A dead shadow elder?!"

Roger suppressed the excitement in his heart.

At this time, he felt his heart beating violently, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling.

"What's the matter, can he still affect me?"

Roger was puzzled for a while, but he soon realized the source of the restlessness in his body.

It was the broken passage between the mind and the body, constructed by the pale blood of Abraham.

The passage trembled, almost breaking out.

At this time, Roger finally got out of the broken chest of the shadow elder, from the place where the heart originally existed...

I saw a mass of exuberant pale blood that was almost purified to the limit!

"The rumor turned out to be true!"

Roger didn't know when the rumors about the Pale Blood started, and he didn't know whether Gawain saw it with his own eyes or just hearsay.

Perhaps at first, this was really just news out of nothing, but seeing this scene in front of him, Roger could tell everyone with great confidence.

The rumors about Snow White are true.

It's just that there is no beautiful beauty here, there is only a skinny, shadowy elder who has been dead for some time.

Seeing what he wanted, Roger didn't hesitate, and the mental power in his mind was running to the limit.

The magic circle is shining brightly, and all his power is used to maintain the Quinn Seal.

In the next second, Roger appeared on the grave like black smoke.

With the sigil of Quinn wrapped around his palm, Roger reached for the throbbing pale blood.

In 1/10 of a second, countless thoughts flashed through Roger's mind.

apprehensive, nervous.

Finally, Roger's palm touched the blood.

The powerful resistance instantly smashed the defense of Quinn's seal.

But Roger was not surprised.

In an instant, the defeated Fa seal condensed again, and his palm exerted force and squeezed it fiercely! !

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