Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Hehe, the words are nice, but the body is very honest."

Jorah looked at Roger and sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Sister, he must have a reason to go." Dora held her sister and gave Roger a comforting look.

It's hard to imagine that after being imprisoned for so long, Dora's soul was completely healed because of a girl.

Roger sighed, he really wanted to stay, but before the crisis was completely resolved, staying in one place for a long time would only bring disaster there.

And this reason cannot be told to anyone.

"Adela will take some time to get through her infancy. You just need to remember the promise you made. I hope you can come back before she wakes up."

Dora seemed much more forgiving.

Roger nodded and said nothing, he walked forward and stepped into the core area of ​​the branch base.

With several previous experiences, Roger easily established another branch base in Elod.

Now he can leave Erod without breaking the Fog of the World.

The body was swallowed by the light, and at the last moment before it dissipated, a slightly cold voice came to the ears.

"Don't die outside, you haven't paid back what you owe me!!"

Roger turned his head abruptly, only to see Jorah's usual indifferent face, but in a trance, he still noticed a trace of strangeness in Jorah's eyes.

He smiled, and before he could make any response, his body was completely swallowed.

"He's gone, let's go back." After an unknown amount of time, a voice woke Jorah from his contemplation, and Jorah shook his head in a panic.

"Of course I know he's gone. I was just thinking about how to avoid coming in next time."

This excuse was so clumsy that even Jorah himself felt very embarrassed.

"Are you sure this is your real thought?" Looking at her sister's flustered face, Dora actually felt a little funny for no reason.

"Of course it is true!" Jorah still defended himself,

But then he was defeated by his sister's eyes and had to look away.

"Go back, Adele still needs company, hehe, she's a nasty little thing, but she's very kind to that guy before we meet."

Jorah had a sour look on his face.

The bodies of the two jumped upwards, but at the last moment, Jorah couldn't help but glance back.

She didn't know her own psychology at this time, but she subconsciously didn't want that guy to die.

"If he dies, Adele will be sad." Jorah comforted herself silently.

On the other side, after several consecutive turning points, after stepping into the territory of the Silver Dragon Clan again, Roger still hasn't been able to get rid of the emotion of parting.

His mind was full of that small figure and that soft voice that filled his heart.

"I'll be back, I promise!"

At this moment, Roger found his full sense of belonging.

Continuing to transfer, Roger entered the land of ancestors through the connection between the worlds.

After a long absence, the ancestral land at this time is very different from before.

Everyone looked dignified and walked in a hurry, which made people smell a trace of uneasiness.

Not long after Roger appeared, someone blocked his way. During the negotiation, a light flashed in the distance, and at the same time a familiar voice came.

"Retire, Mr. Roger is a distinguished guest of our Silver Dragon Clan..."

"Master Saint!" The extraordinary people around him bowed and saluted. Roger turned his head and saw the heroic Kenneth.

Behind Kenneth was Tiffany, who had been in contact with him several times.

Kenneth is really a nostalgic person, and he spent a lot of energy to find the world where Tiffany is and bring her here.

Wearing a gorgeous robe and a saint's crown on his head, although his face is young, Kenneth has a calm demeanor and looks quite powerful.

"Old friend, it turned out that Fusco was talking about you."

"Welcome to come, Mr. Roger, welcome to become a member of the Dragon Court."

Kenneth smiled, "Thanks to your help, I am also a full member now."

Roger smiled and praised casually, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Although his status is justifiable, to be honest, with Kenneth's current strength, he is still not qualified to be a Twelve Dragon Envoy.

Reminiscent of some of the things Fusco said, Roger soon realized that the situation in Longting might be even worse than imagined, and Kenneth was needed to fill the vacancy.

"Where is Fasco, where is he?"

"The situation is a bit complicated. Let's talk as we walk."

Kenneth led Roger into the palace, "The forces of the Mist Lord have launched a full-scale counterattack. For countless years, they have expanded the soul realm through various methods and absorbed a large number of souls."

"Subsequently, terrible war machines were forged through this soul, and those things were almost continuous, and as the killing increased, the number of broken soul fragments was also replenished."

"From the low end to the high end, the Mist Lord's power has expanded to a terrifying state." Kenneth sighed.

"During this period, I met Lord Fasco a few times, and each time he appeared with injuries. In addition, among the twelve dragon ambassadors, there were also casualties of varying degrees."

"It may not feel much in the fringe world, but more than half of the worlds that are not covered by the Dragon Court have been dragged into the flames of war."

"I have never seen such a situation, not even in the records of Long Dian."

"The Lord of the Mist seems to be planning to destroy the entire plane, and no one knows what his purpose is."

Roger pursed his lips and said nothing. If he guessed correctly, this should be one of the methods used by the Mist Lord to repair the broken world.

If there was nothing to worry about, Roger might stand on the same side with him, but now there is a faint hostility between the two sides.

More importantly, there are many people in this world that Roger cares about.

The two came to the temple where the meeting was held.

Twelve chairs are placed on it.

Roger noticed that the patterns on some of the chairs were quite different from last time.

"Wait a moment, I will find a way to contact Mr. Fasco."

Affirms sat in the top seat, and immediately activated the power in his body, and the internal energy began to circulate. Soon, a phantom appeared on one of the chairs.

"What do you want from me?" Fasco looked tired, and his face looked a little pale.

"The situation is urgent now, if it's still what you mentioned...huh?"

"Roger!"

Soon Fusco found Roger standing aside.

"Thank goodness you're finally here!"

He couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Wait a while, I'll go find you."

After he finished speaking, he took the initiative to cut off the connection, and the phantom on the chair gradually became dim.

Not long after, a gap was opened in the space on the top of the temple, and Fasco's figure appeared out of thin air.

He himself looked even more tired than the phantom just now, but Roger's appearance still made him excited.

"What happened?"

Roger saw a heavy worry from Fusco's brow.

"Ulmanis... the ring seal was broken. In order to avoid being enslaved, he shattered his soul and sacrificed." Fasco's voice was heavy.

"Dead?" Roger was stunned.

The last time he met Ulmanis left a deep impression on him. He was powerful but still elegant. Roger planned to get acquainted with him this time.

"who is it?"

"I don't know, but everyone guesses that it is the first apostle Hamza."

Fasco sighed, "I'm sorry that I can't respond to your call, because people are dying every day recently, and the peace here is only temporary."

"In the most anxious place of the battle, several worlds have been destroyed. Not only Ulmanis, but also several other dragon ambassadors died."

"Nowadays, our high-end combat power is seriously insufficient, and your arrival is one of the few good news."

"Is the gap in high-end combat power so big?" Roger was a little puzzled.

"Fifth-level extraordinary people may be very common. There will always be a few in the world with a slightly higher energy level, but the number of ring-sealed people will decrease sharply, and every step up requires thousands of years of accumulation."

"But the probability is also frighteningly low."

"Having the combat power of the second ring can be called a strong person in the plane."

Roger nodded, that is indeed the case, neither Heinris nor Eles seems to have reached the third ring.

"The third ring is an important watershed. There are only a handful of people who have reached this level. Over the years, I have only seen you as a strong person who suddenly appeared."

"Everything else is reputation."

"After all, the growth of the strong is inseparable from a specific environment."

"Sanhuan is almost the strongest group."

"For example, the first apostle Hamza, some people think that he has the combat power of the fourth ring, but some people think that he is the peak of the third ring."

"And most importantly... we lost our powerful hematopoiesis."

"For the stability of the entire plane, we have continued to weaken the world's energy level for many years, which has greatly reduced the number of extraordinary people at the bottom."

"In the long run..."

A gleam of clarity flashed in Roger's eyes, "The number of superhumans at the top has hardly increased."

"Not only did it not grow, but it dropped a lot." Fasco nodded, which is actually very easy to understand.

"There is nothing wrong with this. The strength of both sides declined at the same time, but this time the Lord of the Mist changed his strategy. The long-term peace made him paralyze us."

"Just when everyone thought that his strength had declined and he could only hide in the sea of ​​souls to survive, he searched for a large number of soul fragments through the soul realm, and then smelted out a terrifying fighting machine."

"One goes up and down, and we actually fell into a complete disadvantage in the first battle."

Fasco expressed emotion, "So Roger, your appearance is of great significance to us, and more importantly, you are a force that is not noticed by the Mist Lord."

Not being noticed?

Roger rubbed his hands, but couldn't explain his true situation.

"Under normal circumstances, every dragon envoy who joins the Dragon Court has the opportunity to meet other people, and then learn about the power of the entire Dragon Court and choose a position that suits him."

"But now the situation is urgent, everyone is on the first battlefield, and they don't even have time to attend the void meeting, so everything can only be kept simple."

Fusco smiled wryly.

"I'm afraid you are the first Dragon Envoy who is about to perform a mission as soon as he takes office."

"The task... so urgent?"

"no way."

"Of course the Lord of the Mist's attack was not just for pure destruction, he was looking for the body that was sealed in that year's battle!"

"As far as I know, he has recovered his hands and most of his torso in addition to the head which he kept."

"If he finds his lower body and several important organs again, by then, he will come again in his full glory!"

Fusco looked anxious.

"Don't we have any countermeasures, such as..."

"The great primordial dragon? This is what you want to say, right?" Fasco took a breath, "The primordial dragon is curbing the expansion of the sea of ​​souls, which took a lot of her energy."

"Just like the shadow world in the past, the Lord of Mist apparently shadowed the entire plane last time, but now he is repeating his old tricks. If there is no restriction from the Primordial Dragon, the sea of ​​mist may have covered the entire plane. "

"Instead of just forming a fog that shrouds the periphery of the world like it is now."

"This is our war. By the time both of them end up at the same time, the battle may have lost its suspense."

"Only by weakening the power of the Mist Lord to a certain extent, can we enter the Sea of ​​Mist without being instantly swallowed by him."

"Now all we have to do is stop him, buy time, bide our time!"

Fasco's tone was heavy.

Roger took a deep breath and understood the urgency of the situation. He had expected a similar situation, but he didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

"Solberg, Duras and others have set off to find the lower part of the Mist Lord's body. Kailari, Marabi and others are in charge of the main battlefield."

"In addition to that, there are people who are responsible for finding key organs in the torso, and what we need to do is one of the most important."

Fusco clenched his fists.

"His heart!"

"It is called the heart with eternal power!"

"Some people even think that his heart was transformed from a sun. It is the most important part of his body besides the head. With this heart, he can combine the other torsos he collected."

"Our mission is very important. Apart from me, those who participated in the operation are all powerful transcendents like you whose reputation is not known to outsiders."

"I'll go with you!" Kenneth said suddenly.

"No." Fasco shook his head, "I understand what you're thinking, Kenneth, but you're too weak, if you go, you'll only hold us back."

"I am also one of the Twelve Dragon Envoys, I hope..."

"That's enough!" Fasco's face darkened, and he interrupted Kenneth almost violently. Since the acquaintance, his attitude towards Roger has always been relatively peaceful. Time is under great pressure.

"Do your part well, maybe it won't be long before the flames of war will spread here."

After speaking, he turned his gaze to Roger.

"My friend, now you can tell me your decision."

Without any hesitation, Roger immediately nodded and agreed.

"When to set off?"

In such a situation, no one can be alone, and he also has a strange feeling in his heart, because he knows the true identity of the mist lord.

Everything happened too fast, after all Heinris had troubled him not long ago.

There must be some secrets hidden in it.