Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 263 - Chapter 263 Chapter 263 The Person in the Coffin

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: The Person in the Coffin Chapter 263: Chapter 263: The Person in the Coffin In the depths of an ancient building somewhere in New Moon City,

a person lying in a coffin suddenly opened their eyes.

“Bang!”

The lid of the coffin was thrown open, and the shadowy figure slowly sat up, revealing a sinister face.

His whole face seemed to be pieced together from several faces, the joints twistedly growing together, some forming a black lump, some a bright red tumor.

“What has happened?”

He murmured to himself, his voice incredibly deep, echoing in the spacious tomb.

“Where is Blake?”

“Let him come to me.”

said the figure from the coffin.

As the sun set, Blake had just finished an internal meeting and hurriedly left the Hunters Guild’s premises in New Moon City.

In the darkness of night, he came once again before that all too familiar building.

Clenching his fists, Blake still stepped inside; towards his teacher, he felt just a hint of awe.

The rest was all fear.

In the vast hall, only his own crisp echoing footsteps could be heard; each step matched the beat of his heart, and this oppressive sensation made it hard for Blake to breathe.

But each time he tried to adjust, there was an inexplicable force interfering with him.

“Teacher, did you summon me?”

Blake lowered his head.

“Did the main guild send someone over?”

“The same as last time, it’s Mr. Sean.”

“But we’ve found a way to delay him; he is now in another region, and he shouldn’t come here any time soon.”

“Shall we begin now?”

Blake asked.

“Wait a little longer, I still need some time.

“Choose carefully, I only want the most excellent among them, eliminate the rest.”

“After all, only the most persistent Demon Hunters, with the strongest wills and bodies, can survive our methods.”

“Control the pace.”

The hoarse voice echoed through the hall.

“There’s one more thing.”

“Blake suddenly spoke.”

“Many Demon Hunters wish to see you…”

“That matter…” the hoarse voice pondered for a moment.

“Grant them their wish.”

“Teacher?”

“Don’t forget the little one Zaru brought back.”

A glimmer of understanding flashed through Blake’s eyes.

“You may go now.”

He crossed his hands, bowed respectfully, and then slowly backed out of the hall.

When he stepped outside, the sky had already turned pitch black, but just then, a voice emerged from a dark corner near the door.

“Mr. Blake.”

Blake’s expression shifted as he turned and saw the figure slipping out of the shadows with a bizarre expression and gloomy eyes.

It was Dickinson.

Blake heaved a soft sigh; looking around, he could only see the shadows of buildings under the dark night sky.

“There’s nobody else here; you don’t have to be like this.”

“My father.”

Dickinson emerged from the darkness, “Rules are rules; our relationship can’t be known by the others in the guild.

“More than being called father, I prefer you address me as Mr. Dickinson.”

“How is Mr. President feeling?”

Dickinson asked in a deep voice.

“Not bad.”

“That’s good to hear!”

Dickinson walked slowly into the hall.

“Goodbye, Mr. Blake.”

“Goodbye…”

Blake hesitated for a moment but continued,

“Mr. Dickinson.”

With his back to him, Dickinson showed a satisfied smile.

After entering the spacious hall, Dickinson approached a circular platform in the center. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against a bas-relief in the middle of the platform, muttering under his breath.

Soon, a rumbling sound filled the air as the platform began to sink downwards.

The descent of the platform was rapid; it didn’t take long to reach the depths underground. When it stopped, a narrow corridor appeared before Dickinson’s eyes.

Torches on either side lit the passage as if it were daylight. Dickinson made his way through, then entered the core area to see the crystal coffin placed in the center of the tomb chamber.

Upon entering here, Dickinson’s expression changed dramatically. He obsequiously bent over and lowered his head, “Respected master, your servant brings his heartfelt greetings.”

“Come here to me!”

The hoarse voice commanded. Although no force was felt, Dickinson suddenly knelt to the ground, clutching his head and letting out a pained scream.

“You damned thing, are you thinking of leaving me?!”

“I dare not…”

“No, how could I!”

“You are my master, the abode of my soul, how could I ever think of leaving you?”

Dickinson lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

“How did I create such a fool like you?!”

“If it weren’t for my soul being injured and unable to switch bodies, why would I create such a waste like you!”

“Respected master, please do not be angry, it is truly not worth it for a mere ant like me.”

“Hurry up and come here, help me up!”

The hoarse voice roared again.

Dickinson scrambled up from the ground and hurried over to the side of the crystal coffin.

The crystal coffin was filled with a black liquid, within which tentacle-like objects seemed to be writhing.

“My master, have your wounds healed?”

“Cassandra was a bit stronger than I anticipated, but pity, by practicing Black Witchcraft, she stood no chance.”

Dickinson straightened up, and the shadowy figure inside the crystal coffin also fully stood upright. His upper body was covered with grotesque lumps of flesh, as if minced meat had been stuffed inside his form.

Bones and muscles intertwined, a dark cyan heart even hung on the outside.

His lower body consisted of dark-yellow tentacles converged together, with suction cups the size of walnuts. One side was pinkish, while the other was purplish blue.

In the middle, something representing male physiology squirmed timidly.

“How many more years can you use this body?”

The monster-like figure suddenly asked.

“At most five years, my master.”

“Hmm.”

“I shall recover soon and then completely rid myself of this vessel. At that time, Blake will be of no use to me.”

“His body is yours.”

“Thank you, my master.”

Dickinson put on a show of being tearfully grateful.

“Humph!”

“Don’t think I don’t know your original plan. You had this son just waiting for this day, didn’t you?”

“As wise as you, my master.”

Dickinson let out a strange laugh.

“Come, let us go see the so-called most beautiful woman in the Bordeaux region.”

“Hmm… by human standards.”

“The thought of mating with such a creature.”

The facial features of the ghastly face gathered together, “Truly nauseating.”

Dickinson opened his mouth as if to speak, then hesitated.

But he said nothing and helped his master to a large door at the end of the passage.

Pushing open the door, the first thing that came into view was a huge Array carved into the floor. If Roger were here, he would recognize this Array as the one once drawn by Abraham.

It had only been slightly altered in detail.

The room was filled with torches, not with flames burning atop them, but Monster Spirits bound to them, emitting cries of despair.

The green light and chilling screams that penetrated the mind made the entire room appear as if it were Hell.

At the far wall of the room, a naked woman was hung up, her body stretched out into the shape of a cross.

And what awaited her was unknown.

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