Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 243 - Chapter 243 Chapter 243 Getting Involved

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Getting Involved Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Getting Involved “Bang!”

Blood splattered as the monster, just having lunged forward, was hit in the face by the iron chain that Roger swung and sent flying.

Bones shattered, and a pit was smashed into its face; it screamed miserably as it fell onto the rocks and couldn’t get up for a long time.

Roger lightly swung the iron chain in his hand; it indeed looked ugly from the front, from the color of its skin to its structure being completely different.

If from behind it resembled a graceful figure like a beauty, then from the front… it was as gaunt as a skinless evil ghost.

“Quack!”

The sound that came from its throat was no longer the melodious singing, but a croak similar to that of a frog’s.

The creature’s fishtail thrashed as it forcefully lunged at Roger again, its mouth gaped to the limit mid-air, and a stream of green liquid shot out from its mouth.

Roger dodged lightly; where the creature’s liquid had sprayed began to emit a sizzling noise, suggesting that it had just used this liquid to corrode the iron chains on the anchor.

“Bang!”

Without a word, Roger swung the iron chain again with the same force, hitting the same spot; this time, the creature didn’t even manage to scream before falling back.

“Playing dead?”

The chain in his hand whipped out and wound around the creature. Attacked once more, the creature struggled momentarily before plunging into the sea, sinking rapidly and swimming away into the distance.

Roger took a deep breath, fully prepared, with all his equipment in check. He put on his goggles, gripped the iron chain tightly, and let the creature drag him deep into the sea.

The pitch-black seafloor was almost completely devoid of light; the creature kept sinking, the pressure kept rising, and a regular person would have likely been unable to withstand it by now.

The icy sea water slipped by him, and it was unclear how much time had passed when a faint light appeared in the distance. As he drew closer, Roger saw a vast expanse of coral flickering with strange light.

Roaming the seafloor was a much better experience than being dragged through the swamp by the Water Ghosts.

With a slight exertion of strength in his right hand, the iron chain tautened. Thinking Roger was about to strike, the creature hurriedly sped up its swimming.

“Is this the place?”

Just when Roger thought the creature would approach the coral and stop, it suddenly accelerated, swimming past the coral and then darted into a dark crevice in the distance.

His body collided with the narrow space, kicking up silt, and his vision was suddenly blurred.

Just then, the iron chain wrapped around the other side suddenly loosened, and Roger, propelled by inertia, swam forward a bit further.

The chain fell, and the creature had somehow used the terrain to free itself from the chain.

The mud enveloped the surroundings; Roger didn’t take any rash actions and instead threw away the iron chain, floating silently in the water.

In the darkness, a faint noise flashed by.

Whoosh!

The Steel Sword was unsheathed from behind, and Roger instinctively stabbed it!

A scream sounded as the gruesome face appeared before his eyes, but Roger’s Steel Sword had already pierced through the creature’s chest.

With such a fatal wound, the creature didn’t dare to attack Roger again and frantically retreated; but Roger didn’t give it a chance, his left hand swiftly reached out and grabbed its shoulder.

The scenery flew past as the strange light emitting from the distant coral drew nearer; the creature hadn’t attempted to swim deeper into the crevice.

Just as Roger found it strange, the light emanating from the coral suddenly intensified. Following that, the light dispersed and shot through the crevice like lasers toward their location!

Hisss!

The next second, a strange pulling force came from behind, and Roger’s expression changed slightly. The force was sudden and incredibly strong, and before he could use the Steel Sword to stabilize himself, he was continuously slammed against the rocks alongside.

In the blink of an eye, he was dragged out more than ten meters!

The creature that Roger was holding showed a hint of unwillingness on its face, but no matter how hard it struggled, it was still pulled into the deep crevice along with Roger.

The light from the coral came and went quickly; in just a few breaths’ time, the light vanished, and the seafloor returned to its tranquil state.

And at this moment, the glow on the coral had quieted down, becoming indistinguishable from an ordinary stone.

Roger’s body retreated swiftly, his grip on the weapon in his hand tightened; in such a situation, to lose the Steel Sword would mean no chance of ever retrieving it.

“Why is it still moving?”

Roger was somewhat surprised. Considering the resistance of the water flow and the force of the collision with the rocks, within such a short span of time, he had been pulled out at least a thousand meters.

Whoosh!

Just then, the invisible pulling force vanished abruptly, the surroundings fell silent, and he looked around, the electronic device on his wrist emitting a faint glow.

But the positioning system on it was completely out of order.

He seemed to have arrived at an unknown region of the sea.

“What place is this?”

Roger let go of his hand.

The creature resembling a mermaid had become twisted and deformed from a series of frictions and collisions, and it was estimated that it would not be long before it died completely.

The oxygen tank on his back had burst in the collision, Roger took a few deep breaths, switched on the searchlight on his head, and with just a bit of light, he could see farther and clearer.

“This is…”

The place where he now found himself seemed to be a sunk-in pit, and what he saw before him was a pile of skeletons.

There were murlocs, Water Ghosts, and creatures similar to the mermaids he had just seen, as well as many oddly-shaped remnants he had not encountered before.

The surrounding was utterly silent, as if even the sea had solidified.

“This is a monster graveyard!”

Turning back, not far behind him, was a narrow crack. It was so narrow that not to mention an adult, even an infant would find it impossible to squeeze through.

Yet it was that very crevice through which Roger had been pulled in, dragging the creature with him.

After a meticulous examination, Roger discovered another cluster of coral not far from here, which in size and scale was strikingly similar to the one he had seen before.

“A linking passage?”

“Could this place be where Ivy once reached?”

“An unknown Cursed Land?”

According to Kant’s diary, there was a long period between Ivy’s disappearance and her reappearance. Could she have been staying here the whole time?

If Ivy had been accidentally dragged in here, then she was quite fortunate.

The previous channel was far from friendly, as the creature that Roger had caught had been smashed into a pulp in the collisions.

After carefully surveying the environment, Roger began to ascend upstream slowly.

Breaking the water surface, to his surprise, it was not deep night outside, but evening.

But just as Roger swam to the shore and stepped onto the sand, a shadow suddenly leaped out from behind a huge rock not far away!

It was an old man of about fifty, wearing a worn hemp shirt, holding a harpoon in his hand.

At the sight of Roger, he inadvertently tightened his grip on the weapon.

Roger had not expected to meet anyone else here; his body stiffened slightly, but before he could say anything, the old man relaxed his grip on the weapon.

After giving Roger a glance, an annoyance appeared on his face.

“Which village are you from?”

“Who let you come up here?!”