Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 272 - Chapter 272 Chapter 272 The Metamorphosis of Henrik

Chapter 272: Chapter 272 The Metamorphosis of Henrik Chapter 272: Chapter 272 The Metamorphosis of Henrik Henrik lay on the ground, the first two stages had almost drained all of his physical strength, and the double torture of spirit and body pushed him close to his limit.

But when the third potion was injected into his spine, Henrik abruptly sprang up from the ground, his spine quivering inside his body like a living thing, from top to bottom.

The connections between each vertebra became tighter, and Henrik even felt his spine stretching outward, as if it might break through his body at any moment!

“Ah!”

He opened his mouth wide, but could only let out a weak, dry howl.

“Could this guy actually be growing a tail?”

Looking at the traces of Henrik’s spine quivering, Roger speculated.

Growing a tail might seem strange, but according to the traits of the Scorpion Lion, the additional tail could possibly enhance Henrik’s combat abilities.

Roger wasn’t worried about aesthetics.

What worried him more was that, aside from fighting, given Henrik’s nature, this fellow would probably use his tail for some unsavory deeds.

Well…

Given its length, it was quite possible.

“Grow faster…”

Even though he was in so much pain that he was delirious, Henrik could still clearly discern what he truly desired.

Unfortunately, his spine arched up high and then slowly returned to normal.

His body visibly became gaunter at a pace that could be seen with the naked eye, and at the same time, blood-colored tendons crept up from his wrist.

They quickly passed the elbow, wound around the shoulder, and then converged in a crisscross at his chest.

A Blood Core formed.

The formation of this new organ indicated that Henrik’s evolution was more than halfway complete, and by then, his eyes had also been transformed into vertical pupils.

However, unlike Roger, Henrik’s gaze flickered with a cunning akin to that of a venomous snake.

Roger picked up the limp Henrik from the ground and placed him on the Array that had been prepared in advance.

Henrik was in so much pain that he was delirious, and the energy from his physical strength had been drawn out to form the new organ, causing visions to flash before his eyes once again.

But even so, when Roger laid him on the ground, Henrik still didn’t forget to ask, “My tail, has it grown out?”

“Yes!”

Roger appeased him casually.

“It’s grown out, you can feel it yourself.”

“Really?”

Henrik grinned.

“That’s great!”

“Hang in there, the toughest stage is starting now.”

Roger encouraged.

“After the Green Grass Trial, your physical quality will improve significantly, hear me out, in all aspects of ability!”

“Bring it on!!”

Henrik let out a roar.

And Roger placed the Night Demon’s curved horn at the center of the Array, he activated the ritual in sequence, and dark green flames began to burn, melting the Solidity of the curved horn gradually.

Slowly, the black liquid covered the Array, glints of pitch-black light shimmered, and the next moment, the black liquid peeled off from the Array and surged onto Henrik’s body.

The liquid, as if alive, wormed into Henrik’s body through his pores.

Henrik felt as if every inch of his bones and muscles were being scraped by someone, his vocal cords were torn, and he could no longer make any sound.

At this stage, all he could do was clench his teeth and persevere even more.

He remembered the surprise when he first came into contact with the mystical world, a ritual, an Array, opening the door to the mysterious for his young self.

In the enclosed room, he sweated profusely practicing, over and over, channeling strength into his muscles and bones.

Effort paid off, he was the future of the family, the true pride of the heavens.

Then everything plummeted.

Betrayal, disdain, contempt.

He endured the pain in his body, the torment in his soul, and the overwhelming pressure from all around.

“No, this isn’t me!”

Anger roared in his heart as the strength in his body tensed fiercely, new organs growing at an accelerated pace, while at the same time, the portion of power that originally belonged to him returned to his body from the bend.

“I must take back what once belonged to me!”

“Even if I can only possess it for a second.”

With his bloodline boiling, Henrik underwent new changes, gradually gaining control over his body amidst the pain and slowly rising from the ground.

The temperature around him suddenly dropped as Henrik exhaled a breath of White Frost.

“Bloodline Awakening?”

Roger was also witnessing such a scene for the first time.

Clearly, Henrik’s Green Grass Trial had ended, yet, it was only under the impact of energy in the bend that his transformation had just begun.

Frost spread, Henrik’s pupils turned into pale vertical slits, giving him the appearance of a cold, icy statue.

Even the new organ on his chest turned a pale blue color.

Having reached this First Tier, his aura continued to rise, and just when Roger thought he would push through to catalyze a complete organ, Henrik voluntarily gave up the transformation.

The aura on his body gradually subsided, and the unabsorbed energy slowly retreated back into the depths of his body.

Clearly, Henrik had not been blinded by the illusion before him; his foundation was unstable, and forcibly augmenting it at this time might bring future risks.

Opening his eyes, the icy blue pupils flashed momentarily, his originally graying hair returned to normal, and his face looked at least 10 years younger.

“Do you think I look handsomer than you now?”

Hansomness didn’t last more than three seconds before Henrik revealed his signature smile again.

“How do you feel?” Roger asked.

“I can’t wait to test out the improvements you mentioned earlier.”

“At least the sins of these past dozen days weren’t for nothing.”

Roger shook his head helplessly.

“You killed a Night Demon and absorbed her essence, the curse of desire that woman left on you has been broken, how can you…?”

Henrik sighed and patted Roger’s shoulder.

“Kid, you’re still young.”

“When you’ve battled through as much as I have, you’ll understand the truth of it.”

Roger pushed Henrik’s hand away, his expression becoming serious, “I need your help.”

Including the previous day of rest, there were only four days left before the appointment with Dickinson.

In the past few days, both of them had devoted all their energy to the Green Grass Trial, reducing communication with the outside world.

Henrik washed up quickly, changed his clothes, and then picked up his phone, dialing several numbers.

“Mr. Sean has been held up in another city for some reasons; he probably won’t be able to reach Bordeaux anytime soon.”

“I will go there personally; I must see him.”

Roger nodded, “That’s also good.”

“But you must return within four days.”

“There’s going to be a battle, although I don’t want it to happen.”

If a fight really ensued, it would mean all of Roger’s previous conjectures were true.

“I’ll rest a bit; I’ll leave this afternoon.” Henrik was aware of the urgency of the situation.

But then, an idea sparked in his mind as his gaze shifted.

“How about a sparring match?”

Henrik gestured provocatively at Roger.

“If we use guns, how do you plan to fight me?” With Quinn’s protection, the deciding factor in the distance between them would be the only thing left.

“No guns.”

“I have my own weapon.”

“A weapon that I’ve prepared a long time ago!”

Henrik said, full of fighting spirit.