Demon Hunter and His Hut

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The surrounding environment began to become less real, and the sound seemed to come from a very far away place. Roger's soul was floating, watching his body gradually turn into powder in the confrontation between the two forces.

Then he saw a figure from behind.

The plain white robe was clean and tidy, without any extra decorative patterns. Looking from the back, one could only see the exquisite undulating figure and the long platinum hair tied behind her head.

"Are you ready for the final battle?"

The broken arm that fell on the table automatically jumped up and connected to the arm of the Mist Lord.

"So many people have died, it's finally your turn!"

"Crack!"

The card table in front of him was overturned, and the billowing black tide covered the direction where the two of Roger were.

"Ophelia!"

A gap opened in the ground, and then spread to the entire city. In the sky-shattering, the world became dark, and then it was completely broken.

"Is everything just an illusion?"

Roger muttered to himself, but heard nothing. Then he saw his illusory spirit body, and his physical body had long since disappeared without a trace.

Like the Hunter's Lodge, was the previous city the Mist Lord's personal world? But how did the primordial dragon get into it?

Concentrating, Roger once again came to the hunter's hut in the depths of his consciousness, because his realm had improved, although the situation was similar to that of a long time ago.

But apart from not being able to explode his physical strength, Roger himself didn't lose much combat power.

But soon, he found that all of this was meaningless, because the battle between the Mist Lords was completely beyond his comprehension and participation.

Contrary to imagination, although the primordial dragon Ophelia has a bumpy figure, her appearance can only be regarded as average.

Even a little too ordinary.

This ordinary is not pretending to be mysterious or low-key.

But a strange rapport.

Harmony, harmony with oneself, harmony with the surrounding environment, harmony with this plane, ordinary but extraordinary, intriguing.

Five golden rings appeared on the surface of his body, and these rings seemed to be integrated with each other. In addition, there was a powerful force in the entire void connected to Ophelia.

It's as if she's part of this plane.

The same is true for the Lord of the Mist.

The two fought hand-to-hand, with no complicated moves. If an ordinary person saw it, they would even find it a bit ridiculous.

But Roger couldn't laugh at all, he felt that Olyfia's every move had driven the power to destroy the world.

Although there is only one level difference between the fourth ring and the fifth ring, the gap between them is heaven and earth.

In the wave of attacks by the two, Roger had nowhere to hide, he could only drift with the tide, and at the same time worried that he would not die in the aftermath of their attacks.

"You are not my opponent!"

It was Olyfia who had the upper hand. She pinched the mist lord's neck, and with the other hand, she tore off his broken arm just shoulder-to-shoulder.

Her eyes glowed golden, and her palms were raised high.

"destroy!"

Boom!

Even if it didn't affect Roger, but was only slightly affected, Roger felt his whole body trembling, and his soul collapsed almost instantly.

"I've been preparing for so long, and I've been waiting for this moment!"

"The fusion of soul and body!"

Ophelia's face was calm, but her movements were extremely crazy. She tore off the limbs of the Mist Lord, raised her arms and lowered them, and all the attacks that could destroy the earth fell on the opponent's forehead.

Every attack brings a strange vibration, and this power is transmitted to freeze the scattered limbs into a special position.

"Hahaha!" The Misty Lord's forehead collapsed, but his eyes were loose, but he still laughed wildly.

"It's useless, it's useless!"

"My soul body is far away in the sea of ​​mist. Killing me at this time can only weaken part of my strength, and this will make me squeeze the origin of this plane even more!"

"So as a guardian, killing me is killing ordinary people in the entire plane!"

Bang bang bang!

Ophelia's face was calm, and the frequency of attacks became faster and faster, until the limbs of the Mist Lord were completely imprisoned. After the strange force connected the scattered limbs to the body, she stopped her movements.

"That was before, not now!"

Behind Ophelia, the shadow of a golden dragon was looming. She crossed her hands, and then the robe she wore on the surface of her body suddenly shattered, revealing her naked body underneath.

Roger's eyes widened, not because he was still in the mood to admire Ophelia's curves at this moment, but because of the extremely complicated lines on that woman's body.

Just a casual glance at Roger's soul roared.

Each simple curve contains a rule.

The dense lines converge to form five rings, and the rings blend again to give birth to the origin of the plane.

Roger couldn't understand what this origin was, it was mixed with dragon blood, vitality...etc.

This scene was also seen by him. If other extraordinary people only took a few glances, they would probably go crazy because of it.

It's no wonder that the Mist Lord would say that Ophelia is a weird woman. For those powerful transcendents, she only needs to show her wrist and hook her fingers.

The lines on the fingertips of the hand don't need to be enough to drive anyone crazy.

Roger's realm is much stronger than that of ordinary extraordinary people, and he quickly found the starting position of these lines.

That was the beginning of the blood power.

Then use this as the foundation, like a germinated seed, a growing vine, expanding and spreading crazily.

Following those lines all the way, Roger soon found the key parts of Ophelia's body.

There is a record of the crossing from the fourth ring to the fifth ring.

Represents the strongest power of the entire plane!

But at this moment, the lines on the surface of Ophelia's body disappeared completely.

Those disappearing lines left her body and shrouded around the Mist Lord.

"I said before, it doesn't mean it is now!" Ophelia repeated again.

"Then you come to kill me and enter the depths of the sea of ​​souls, do you know where I am?" the Mist Lord challenged.

"Haha, you dare not come, right?"

"I am the master of the soul there, but one day the fog will cover the entire plane, and then you will have nowhere to escape."

"An unexpected meeting, but not a surprise."

The Mist Lord sneered, "Let's fight for life and death next time."

He taunted a few words casually, then slowly closed his eyes.

But the next second when he opened his eyes again, they were full of shock.

"how come?!"

"I said it!" Ophelia's hands lit up, "I've been preparing for this moment for so many years."

"In order to avoid being discovered, I can only let other people help me achieve my goals through guidance, and now the sacrifices of these people will not be in vain."

"If you lock your body, you can use this connection to trace your soul!"

"By then..." While speaking, her palm dropped.

"The body dies, the soul dies!"

boom!

Ophelia's attack was like an introduction, and the energy she buried before finally exploded at this moment, and five rings locked the body of the Mist Lord.

Although there were no screams, the Mist Lord was clearly in a state of painful struggle.

"It's over." At this moment, Ophelia didn't have much joy on her face, but deep sorrow.

Her palm was on the Mist Lord's forehead. chasing books

"Rest in peace, even if it's not your hometown."

Boom!

The Mist Lord's body was completely wiped out, and the shattered dust fused together to form a vaguely human figure.

On the chest of that figure, there was a big hole.

"your heart!?"

"Are you surprised?" The voice of the Mist Lord came from all directions.

"There is no difference. The connection of these parts is enough for me to destroy your soul. It doesn't make any difference whether the heart is there or not."

The expression on Ophelia's face remained unchanged, and then the shattered body of the Mist Lord changed into the smallest particles, which poured into the depths of the void according to a specific trajectory.

All that remains is to wait.

But after a while, Ophelia's face changed wildly, and those tiny particles reappeared, and they permeated the entire space in a free state, and some of them even merged into Roger's soul body.

"...Ophelia, are you surprised?"

"Why was my body destroyed, but my soul was not traumatized?" The voice of the mist lord came out from the pervasive particle tremors.

Ophelia turned her head and locked Roger with cold eyes.

Roger's soul trembled slightly. Only then did he notice that the voice came from his own mouth.

He knew nothing about it.

"It's not because of the heart. I'm sure. Even if the heart is missing, according to the connection between the body and the soul, I'm 80% sure that I can kill you."

"But now..."

"Unharmed." The voice of the Mist Lord came.

"Shall I remind you?" He sneered.

Then Roger saw Ophelia raised her hand and prepared to attack.

"Enough dead already."

She put it down dejectedly.

"Kill him, his soul has been polluted by me, killing him is the safest way."

Roger opened his mouth to talk to himself, the surrounding particles trembled, but what came out was a completely unfamiliar voice, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Try it?"

"Maybe this time it will hurt me."

"Soul transformation..."

"I didn't expect you to..."

Ophelia's face darkened.

"Desperate?"

"All the rules are completely soulized, which is equivalent to opening up a demiplane, and this means that only the power of the soul can hurt me and kill me!"

"But the problem is that I am the master of the soul. In this plane, there is no soul body stronger than me, which means I am invincible!"

"But you're not, Ophelia."

"I wanted to give you an unexpected surprise. Next time, I can kill you and go home."

"Or, you can beg for mercy before you die, and give me the answer I want."

The sound gradually became smaller until it was barely audible.

Only then did Roger regain control of his soul, and before he could do anything, Ophelia's face appeared in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"Don't do it, I... ah... huh!"

A series of strange noises were made, and the vision in front of him was distorted, as if an elephant had been stuffed into a water pipe.

The scenery flew by, and the speed of progress even exceeded the limit of Fusco's imagination.

thump!

The body fell, and while the sky was spinning, Roger felt that he had fallen into a cold lake.

The liquid in all directions is squeezing itself, and at the same time, an invisible force is pulling from the depths of the lake.

All the abilities he had mastered seemed to have lost their effect. Roger worked desperately, and at this moment, his soul body had the tingling, numbness, coldness, and even suffocation that only the physical body had.

I don't know how long it took, when he broke through the water with the last bit of strength, he actually experienced a long-lost survival after a catastrophe.

call!

Panting heavily.

Wait, gasp?

Roger lowered his head and his body was floating in the water. He looked at his real hands, clenched his fists slightly, and felt the force transmitted between muscles.

"Come out."

Following the sound, it was Ophelia who was sitting by the lake, leaning on a rock and changing clothes.

After all, the previous set has been shattered by her.

The parts below the knees were soaked in the water, and Roger looked at it and recalled the few mouthfuls of lake water he had just swallowed.

Uh... well, just pretend I didn't see it.

He could only comfort himself silently.

"Don't think too much, I'm helping you recover."

"The body destroyed by the Mist Lord, I am afraid that no one else can do anything except me."

Roger noticed that Ophelia had mutated into a part of the dragon's body below her knees, and seeing Roger recovering, she got up and walked away from the lake.

"Although there is the richest life essence in the entire plane, it doesn't have much effect on you now." Ophelia said while walking, Roger looked down and swam to the lake, put on Orpheus Leah's ready clothes.

The clothing style is simple but exceptionally fit.

The only pity is the sword belt on his back, his weapon was destroyed in the previous battle.

"You killed Hamza?" Ophelia asked.

"I wanted to survive and had no choice."

Roger's answer made his position known.

"I'm not blaming you. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you have the heart or not. Sai Luo has already cut off the last link between him and his body."

"If everything he said is true, then he is invincible on this plane."

Ophelia's voice was full of melancholy.

The place where she lives is very ordinary, there is no palace, no row of wooden houses, not even a decent tent.

Taking the sky as a quilt and the earth as a seat?

But thinking about the identity of the other party, this explanation seems reasonable.

Walking to a stone table and sitting down, Ophelia reached out to gesture for Roger.

Roger just sat down, and then he saw the familiar cards placed on the corner of the table.

"I noticed you were playing Gwent before I went."

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

Gwent card.

Maybe it has been spread in several worlds that Roger has visited, but if you raise your sights to the whole plane.

That's really not worth mentioning.

"Then why did Sairo kill you?"

Ophelia skillfully fiddled with the cards in her hand, but she stopped when she didn't get an answer from Roger. Then she raised her head and stared at Roger with her amber eyes.

"Don't be suspicious."

"Because we come from the same place."

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