Demon Hunter and His Hut

This was a pure confrontation of consciousness, and at the moment of being hit, Roger was at a disadvantage.

The consciousness of the Jackdaw Sword Master is as powerful as a torrent of steel, where his beliefs are condensed, the beliefs forged by invincibility.

"Give it up, Roger."

"All I need is your body. Although you did not inherit the inheritance of the three-legged black crow, your belief and will are very consistent with my memory."

"This allows me to maximize the power of that weapon!"

"As I get stronger, I promise to find you a new body, a stronger body."

"You don't belong to this world. You have to face that existence after all. Maybe you don't know how difficult it is to resist a world, but with my help, your success rate can be much higher."

"We're not just enemies."

The consciousness of the Sword Master of Jackdaw poured out overwhelmingly, and Roger did not flinch, but faced the difficulty.

But soon the gap between the two became apparent.

The strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master is all-round, and there are no dead ends on each side.

But even in the face of stormy waves, Roger is like an island in the storm, and he can always maintain his own beliefs and stand firm.

I have to admit that in the confrontation of consciousness, Roger can barely deal with it. If it is the real world, he will probably lose faster and worse.

Slowly, the balance of victory began to tilt towards the Jackdaw Sword Master, who nibbled away at Roger's consciousness little by little, slowly and firmly.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for things to turn around?"

The Jackdaw Sword Master said, "This fierce confrontation will completely wipe out all your consciousness, you will lose the last bit of yourself, and you will disappear completely."

"If there is no resistance, I will leave a little seed for your consciousness and wait for the time to come..."

"No need to say more." Roger hit the words of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

"I'm not used to entrusting my destiny to other people."

"Even if I fail and die, it is my own choice."

"not to mention,

I won't necessarily lose. "

"Because I'm not alone!"

As soon as the voice fell, a towering mountain suddenly appeared behind Roger, and on the top of the mountain was a patchwork of castles.

The drawbridge was flowing, and there were faint figures flashing in the castle, and above this, in a more empty place, was a vague wooden hut.

That may be the prototype of the hunter's hut.

When the phantom of Kermohan appeared, when Roger's consciousness was connected to the hunter's hut, the next moment was turned upside down.

His conscious energy suddenly skyrocketed.

It seems that in an instant, the consciousness of many people is connected to Roger, and these people and Roger share the same beliefs and adhere to the same principles.

They have a common identity.

Demon hunter.

Running fast in the dark, fighting in the roar of monsters, they accept the cruel trial of grass, and hang the badge of the school on their chests.

Swordsmanship seal.

The power of these consciousnesses may be weak, but when they get together, they burst out with unparalleled power!

Roger took a step forward, and the entire consciousness space seemed to tremble, followed by the second step.

The will of the Jackdaw Sword Master is still strong and indestructible like steel, but he is not facing a single person.

Unity.

Feeling the support from Hunter Lodge and Kyle Morhan, Roger's confidence skyrocketed.

This is his trump card for daring to confront the Jackdaw Sword Master.

In the real world, his power can't defeat the opponent, but here, when connected with the hunter's hut, he feels like he owns the whole world!

"What kind of power?"

"You are obviously like me, a small part of a powerful world, but why?"

"Why do you have such complete rules?"

"That world... the world you escaped from, what kind of existence is it!"

The Jackdaw Sword Master was shocked.

What surprised him was not the support from Kyle Morhan, but the power of the rules he felt through the Hunter's Lodge.

His power comes from the small world in which the silver dragon exists, and is part of the rules of that small world.

So no one knows better than him what Roger is really showing at this moment.

Step by step.

Even the steel-like will can't resist the raging flames of united will, and if the stalemate continues, the consciousness of the Jackdaw Sword Master may collapse at any time.

He was clearly aware of the problem, too.

His eyes drooped slightly, and the Jackdaw Sword Master looked at Roger with a complex look in his eyes.

"Roger, I pity you."

He sighed.

"From small to big, what I am facing is only a fifth-order, and restricting your existence..."

"I can't imagine."

"Not all shackles can be broken."

"Your future is dark."

He suddenly had a sense of retreat, "I'm leaving. If I had known that the thing that imprisoned you was at this level, I would never have tried anything."

"Can you tell me your history?"

He asked one last time before leaving.

"To be honest, I have no idea what you are talking about. I have never felt the so-called shackles and restrictions." Roger replied.

"That's because you're still too weak to feel that connection."

"You are a child of the world."

"And the child will eventually return to the mother's side."

"You can't run away."

"What about you?" Roger asked.

"You will see, my choice!"

The Jackdaw Sword Master's consciousness shrank, and what he discovered from Roger made him change his original mind, obtain a usable body and cause trouble for a more powerful existence.

The Jackdaw Sword Master made his choice soberly.

But Roger is clearly not going to give up.

Leaving the space of consciousness and without the help of the Hunter's Hut, in the real world, he is no match for the Jackdaw Sword Master at all.

Therefore, he must be here, and severely injure the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Even if you can't kill him, at least you need to ensure that he has no ability to interfere with his return to the shadow world.

"You can't go yet!"

Roger's power continued to push forward.

"As I said, we're not just enemies."

"We've had similar experiences, we're all runaways, and I admit that you're incredibly powerful here, and that doesn't mean anything."

"Because I can always..."

Before he finished speaking, the expression on the Jackdaw Sword Master's face suddenly froze.

He raised his head slightly stiffly. Staring at the imposing Roger.

"you……"

"I underestimated you!"

"Your power gives me no choice."

Roger replied with a serious look.

…………

Hanchuan Peak.

Zizi!

Jianjiao opened his eyes and saw the bright red blood melted on the snow, like red plums blooming in winter.

He saw a pale palm holding a black sword.

And standing in front of him was Roger with a dull expression.

As a sword bearer, he was not completely wiped out of consciousness. In the final analysis, this body belongs to him.

When the Jackdaw Sword Master controlled his body, Jianjiao's consciousness was squeezed into a narrow space, and he couldn't do anything or feel anything.

like a bystander.

That loneliness and helplessness surpassed any limit.

Even if it was only a short period of time, to Jianjiao, it seemed that many years had passed.

So after regaining his freedom, he didn't even bother to look at his broken arm, he took a deep, slightly contented breath of the cold air.

"Being able to choose death with one's own will has also become a luxury!"

Taking a breath, Jian Jiao's eyes fell on Roger's face.

"I said, I owe you my life, and I will pay you back sooner or later!"

He showed a free and easy smile, and then without hesitation put the sword of fate in Roger's hand on his chest.

Without any nostalgia, Jianjiao moved forward.

But at this moment, there was a cold aura behind him, and he lost the power of the guardian spirit. Jianjiao was only a little stronger than ordinary practitioners.

But the force behind him not only froze his body, but his mind was almost frozen.

"what are you planning to do?"

A venomous snake-like voice sounded from Jianjiao's ears.

Jianjiao's neck was grasped by a rough hand, and the strength of his body was completely imprisoned. Apart from being able to think and speak, he could hardly do anything.

"Yagara Celebrities!"

Jianjiao sighed, "Roger should have killed you."

"Haha, it's really just a little bit, and I'm just a little short of being killed by him!"

"But that's life."

"Like every time before, it's always me who lives to the end."

His palm tightened a little bit, and the blood on Jianjiao's broken arm solidified.

When pulling the consciousness of the Jackdaw Sword Master into it, Roger issued the last command to his body in an instant.

Swing sword.

Then his whole consciousness came to that special space just like the Sword Master Jackdaw.

The Jackdaw Sword Master did not completely occupy Jianjiao's body, he was the real core of the Spirit Sword project.

He is Black Moon.

Jianjiao witnessed all this. He didn't know Roger's battle in the space of consciousness, but he knew that if he lost his sword holder, the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master would be greatly reduced.

This is equivalent to creating a lot of life for Roger invisibly.

He didn't know how big the promotion rate was, but for that promise, Jianjiao was willing to use his life to make one last attempt.

But now, his self-destruction has been accidentally broken!

"Pick up that sword on the ground!"

The celebrity Yatagara ordered coldly, but after hearing his words, Jianjiao was unmoved.

"You don't think that woman will be safe after leaving Hanchuan, right?"

"Father is bound by too many rules in doing a lot of things. He shouldn't agree to you, but it doesn't matter, I have already prepared."

"Maybe it won't be long before you can see the woman you love."

"And the child!"

"So pick up that sword!"

Jianjiao lowered his head and let out a sigh of resentment, "Celebrity, your posture is really ugly!"

"Shut up, you are not qualified to speak to me, because you have no idea what I have experienced in my life?!"

"Pick up that sword or else..."

"Otherwise what?"

At this moment, a cold voice came from a far away place in the wind and snow. After a while, the flying ice butterflies gathered together, and a Miaoman figure appeared not far in front of the two of them.

"Lord Jianjiao, I'm back."

Nao Yuuki was covered in blood, partly hers, partly chasing after her enemies.

The celebrity Yatagara was stunned for a moment, but soon a trace of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to run back by yourself!!"

"Stupid woman."

Seeing Nao Yuuki building corners, he didn't say anything, because from Nao Yuuki's eyes, he had already read everything.

"I think you should know what choice to make, right?" The celebrity Yatagara said coldly. He hid his body behind Jianjiao while carefully looking at Yuuki Nao in the distance.

He was seriously injured and his body was on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, a blizzard of snow suddenly rolled behind him. At the moment when the snow fell, mottled snowflakes gathered together. Each ice crystal was like a carefully polished blade, and it penetrated into the body of the Yatako celebrity at an extremely fast speed.

Only then did he realize that the figure in the distance was in a trance, and then turned into a mass of flying snow.

"Are you surprised?" Nao Yuuki's voice came from behind the celebrity Yatagaka.

Her slender palm penetrated through the wound on the celebrity's body, penetrated his internal organs, and protruded from his chest!

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

Yuuki Nao's voice was filled with unforgettable hatred. Celebrities were already at the end of their powers, so using Jianjiao as a threat could barely handle it.

But Nao Yuuki had already set a trap, using illusion to confuse his perception, and then launched a surprise attack from behind.

Under normal circumstances, such a clumsy plan would not be able to deceive the famous Yatagaka, but now, it has become a scythe.

"Die!"

Without using any onmyo technique, Nao Yuuki's wings flapped behind her, and her hands were covered with a layer of ice armor with sharp edges.

Every finger is like a sharp blade.

The body of the famous Yatako was torn apart, and the injury he suffered before also broke out completely, and his body collapsed.

The blood splashes dyed Yuuki Nao's face blood red, she vented frantically, and her hatred for Yatatagashi's celebrities seemed to surpass everything.

It wasn't until a long time later that Nao Yuuki, who was in a manic state, stopped.

She wiped the blood from her face and raised her head with a smile.

"Lord Jianjiao, we can leave now!"

"puff!"

But what answered her was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through her flesh.

The Sword of Fate pierced Jianjiao's heart, hanging his entire body on it, blood spilled from his mouth, and everything in front of him became blurred.

Yuuki Nao covered her mouth, tears flowing uncontrollably, but she gritted her teeth desperately to keep herself from crying.

"I am very happy."

Jianjiao smiled.

"You didn't stop me."

Compared to Yuuki Nao, Jianjiao's power at this time is almost the same as that of ordinary people, but the moment he stabbed the sword of fate into his chest.

Yuuki Nao did nothing.

Just let this happen.

"Any choice you make represents my will." Nao Yuuki replied with a cry.

"Whether life or death, I am willing to support you and follow you!"

she said aloud.

"Live, promise me to live."

"This is an order!"

The blood spurted out, and the vitality of the body was lost at a very fast speed.

Jianjiao sighed, "I won't die, you will never be safe."

"Besides, this is what I owe him."

He glanced at Roger one last time, then lowered his head, with a smile on his lips, and closed his eyes forever.

Ice butterflies flying.

Yuuki Nao burst into tears.