Demon Hunter and His Hut

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The surrounding sea of ​​souls surged, and several vague figures changed from unreal to solid. They had exactly the same faces as the Mist Lord, but their temperament and expressions were quite different.

"That Sai Luo, you actually left them behind."

These are all the parts that the Mist Lord separated from himself in the past reincarnation, and it is precisely because of their existence that the Mist Lord can break through Ophelia's blockade at the last moment.

"This is the unexpected thing, and I am even more convinced, convinced that I can go home!"

The consciousness of the Mist Lord passed through, and then those figures shattered into pieces. They had completed their final mission, and at this moment, the Mist Lord had charged into the depths of Roger's soul with all his strength.

boom!

The collision of soul and soul stirred up the entire sea of ​​mist, almost without any hesitation, Ophelia rushed to Roger's side ignoring the open wound on her face.

The arm pierced Roger's chest like a sharp knife.

This was the last picture Roger saw, but at this moment he was in no mood to feel Ophelia's indifference and cruelty.

Because his soul was severely injured in the impact of the Mist Lord, and it seemed to be shattered on the spot, and then he also lost all perception of his body.

He was pulled into the abyss under the wild laughter of the Mist Lord.

"Your soul is mine!"

The aura belonging to Roger gradually faded, replaced by another strange and powerful wave.

Ophelia's arm was not as big as Roger's chest, but she didn't attack again, and the whole arm seemed to be integrated with Roger's body.

A painful struggle appeared on Roger's face, and his expression sometimes turned cold and sometimes distorted.

"what are you waiting for?"

The voice of the Mist Lord came out of Roger's mouth.

"Wait until I fuse with this body, and then kill me?" The Mist Lord sneered.

The tone of the voice changed suddenly in the next second,

"Is this also in your plan?" It was Roger who spoke.

The voice was full of anger and unwillingness.

If everything happened in front of Ophelia's prediction, then this woman's mind is really too scary.

"Steady your mind, we haven't lost yet!"

"Also don't be influenced by him." Ophelia said in a deep voice.

"Did I guess wrong?"

"After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill me." The speaker was replaced by the Mist Lord again.

But the expression on Ophelia's face didn't change, and she didn't know what she was preparing, but kept encouraging Roger.

"Listen to me Roger, you have to believe that what's happening now is an accident. I like to follow the plan, but I hate any accident."

"Based on what you know about me, it shouldn't be difficult to guess that the situation in front of me is absolutely impossible to appear in my plan. This is too dangerous. If we fail, we will lose everything."

"So you have to believe me, it's really just an accident!"

"Calm down and feel the power I'm passing on to you." Ophelia continued talking.

"Because of the lessons learned from the past, then Sero will not completely devour your soul, because as long as you destroy your body, he will die instantly."

"So he will manipulate your body but not fuse, and your soul can only be a bystander forever."

Ophelia, take a deep breath.

"Think about your friends and lovers, if he got all your memories and appeared in front of them as you..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped talking, because what happened next was enough to be imagined with a normal imagination.

"I'm not that boring."

The Mist Lord spoke again.

"It's really a pity that we couldn't stand on the same front, but it's not too late now."

"I admit that I underestimated you before, thinking that you were just a little stronger than an ant, but now your strength has been recognized by me."

"So give up resistance, I promise to give you great freedom, and even let you leave with your friends. In addition, you don't have to worry about the things Ophelia described will happen."

"After all, I used to be a king, and I have my own dignity, but now I just want to go back to my country, don't stop me, we are friends."

"Hehe, as a demon hunter, I became friends with a powerful Chaos Warlock, uh..."

"All you have to do is relax."

"Don't take his word for it."

"Your friends can't go anywhere. They are not you. Traveling across planes is enough to kill everyone. More importantly, leave here. At the cost of everyone's death, will they still be happy?"

Hearing this sentence Roger, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes regained their temporary clarity.

"You won, tell me, what should I do?!"

Ophelia's face brightened, "Let your body accept me. Our bodies are of the same origin. The only difference is that you haven't reached the limit yet, and you can't be as pure as me."

"So take the initiative to accept me, and then I will help you seal him and seal him in your body."

"What about me?"

"Sorry." Ophelia shook her head.

"I don't need to lie to you about this issue. The confrontation of souls is extremely dangerous. I can't just seal him and release you."

"So you will be imprisoned in this body with him forever."

"Hehe." Roger couldn't help but sneer.

"Is this also a kind of soul death?"

"If you must think so, then yes."

During the long silence, the expression on Roger's face changed continuously, and he almost collapsed several times.

"let's start."

Roger's eyes darkened as he made his final choice.

In the next second, the power belonging to Ophelia began to spread on Roger's body.

They started from the chest, quickly crossed the shoulders, rushed to the neck and wrapped Roger's face, until finally, when Ophelia's power was about to seal Roger's eyes.

"I hope my death is meaningful, at least give them peace..."

"Don't worry, I will do what I say."

"Give me a little time, and I can transform your body so that it is as close to you as possible. If so, when your body returns to that world."

"I don't think your friends will notice too many abnormalities, they will only feel that it has been a long time since you have seen each other, and you have changed a little."

"In their hearts, you are still alive."

Ophelia replied.

Roger opened his mouth, but at this moment he had lost the ability to speak, and the emotion in his eyes flashed away.

The next moment Roger's body was completely sealed.

In the tide of the soul, Roger's body was ups and downs, his expression was dull, and his body was stiff, almost indistinguishable from a stone statue.

"it is finally over."

Ophelia gave a relieved smile.

She lifted Roger's body casually, "The seal still needs to be strengthened, but don't worry, I will do what I promised you."

At this time, deep in Roger's soul, all the fighting stopped.

Because the two of them have become prisoners in this soul world, and if they continue to fight, it doesn't matter whether they win or lose.

"Idiot, you idiot!"

"You wasted your strength."

In the confrontation of souls, the lord of the mist should have the absolute upper hand, but with the influx of Ophelia's power, Roger's soul power has also grown explosively while enhancing his body power.

This made Roger barely resist the attack of the Mist Lord, and then there was the ensuing seal.

"You dirty bastards shouldn't exist in this world!"

"Why did you send you here?"

"I'm almost there, just find my way home, and the rest..."

"You have your obsession, I have mine."

Roger threw away the broken sword in his hand, ignored his injuries, turned and walked away.

"Where are you going?" growled the Mist Lord. reading building

"There must be a way, as long as I kill you, I may kill you..."

He clenched his fist, but it didn't take long before he let it down in a slump.

In the world of souls, time seems to be particularly meaningless, and after an unknown amount of time, the Mist Lord suddenly heard a clanging sound.

He looked for the sound, through the thin mist, behind a pure lake, the young figure seemed to be repairing something.

"What are you doing?" His question got no answer.

And with the passage of time, a vague prototype gradually appeared behind that young man.

It appeared to be a wooden house.

"The soul world has been sealed, and it is impossible for him to get any support from outside forces!" The Mist Lord opened his eyes wide.

Everything in front of him was beyond his comprehension.

Although it was hard to believe, the vague prototype gradually became solid, with a foundation, a wall, a door and a roof.

A simple wooden house gradually took shape.

"how did you do it?"

The Mist Lord once again asked the doubts in his heart.

At this moment, Roger finally stopped what he was doing and raised his head for the first time.

There is no anxiety, no despair in his eyes, just the calmness of a lake, but this kind of calmness is not numbness to the future, but the tranquility of simply immersing in one's own world.

"I have no idea."

"It just happened naturally," Roger replied.

The last time he was promoted, he was blown up because of the powerful force pouring into the hut, but these forces did not disappear, but permeated deep in Roger's soul.

In the past experience, every promotion is inseparable from plunder, but this time his soul was sealed, and Roger was able to calm down and feel himself quietly.

If the sea of ​​souls outside is the evolution of the Mist Lord's external power, then this is Roger's foundation.

The broken sword in his hand, as well as the board he found at random, are his own connection with this world.

patched installation.

Roger remembered his experience on the island, and now he found a suitable "plank" among the messy rules, and then built it into his own house.

Not the kind of glue that came together, Roger knew that.

He doesn't have five rings, and he has forgotten the power he once had.

But now, the wooden house in front of him is his body, everything to him.

Not only that, when Roger settled down and focused on the things in front of him, he seemed to be able to feel the group of people living in Kaer Morhen.

It seems that there are Chloe's complaints.

Roger is here, but seems to be everywhere.

After a long silence, the Mist Lord stared at the young man in front of him, and gradually the expression on his face began to change, as if he was engaged in a violent ideological struggle.

Finally he bent down and sat on the ground in a posture that did not befit his identity.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"No." Roger replied without looking up.

The Mist Lord was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Demon hunter, you have to figure out your identity!"

"It should be you who didn't understand this question."

Roger looked up.

"I once saw two people trapped in the shadow world. The long imprisonment made their personalities change strangely."

"I think no one knows the power of time better than you. He will change everything. You choose to sit and talk to me now, but maybe one day you will take the initiative to beg me."

"Not even talking, maybe I'll beat you up."

After speaking, Roger stood up, opened the door and walked into his cabin, leaving the Mist Lord standing alone.

"Time...time."

Roger's ignorance left the Mist Lord with nowhere to vent his emotions. He gritted his teeth, got up and returned to the place where he had been.

Time has no meaning here, but for Roger and the others, this is what really exists.

Roger is obsessed with the construction of wooden houses. Whenever he quiets down and relaxes himself, he seems to be able to feel those familiar atmospheres.

Therefore, compared to the Mist Lord, he is much calmer.

The size of the wooden house began to increase, and there were other facilities beside the lake. Whenever there were more of these things, Roger felt stronger.

Slowly, Roger became more and more powerful, while the Mist Lord declined.

Roger knew that his strength stemmed from the sorting out of the existing rules on the one hand, and more importantly from the training base he had built.

Those insignificant demon hunters, each of them may be very small, but together, they can even allow Roger to gain support in the seal.

Then, as the rootless water, the decline of the Mist Lord is inevitable.

One day Roger will be strong enough to kill him easily.

So one day.

Let's just think that there is a concept of heaven here.

Because the Mist Lord discovered that the young man always lived a regular life, and when he finished his work, it meant the end of the day.

And when he opened the door, it meant a new day began.

The Mist Lord came to the door of the hunter's hut again, but compared with the last meeting, there were more gardens, more rocking chairs, and countless other facilities.

In addition to the absence of sunrise and sunset, he even vaguely heard the howling of bears and wolves from the bushes behind the hut.

All the changes were completely beyond his comprehension, but the Mist Lord was no longer in the mood to think about it.

He took the initiative to step forward and rang the bell hanging in front of the door.

Jingle Bell.

This monotonous sound sounds extremely pleasant at this time.

creak.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Roger appeared in front of the Mist Lord with a cat in his arms.

cat……

Why are there cats here?

The thought flashed away, and the Lord of the Mist settled down.

"I feel it, in your room..." He looked into Roger's eyes.

"You know the way home, don't you?"

Roger didn't answer, and after a long time, he let out a long breath.

"really."

"The answer has always been in you, and I actually ignored it." He shook his head dejectedly.

Roger said nothing, stepped back and reached for the handle on the door.

"Wait a minute."

The Mist Lord's expression became solemn.

"Let's make a deal."

"Not interested." Roger refused without hesitation.

"Then let's make a bet."

"When can I hand over the chips to you first?"

As he spoke, he thrust his hand into his chest.

"My chips are my soul!"

"It's my life."

The light in the eyes of the Mist Lord danced.

"It's a gamble you can't lose."

Roger stopped.

"What are you betting on?"

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