Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 276 - Chapter 276 Chapter 276 Special Passage

Chapter 276: Chapter 276 Special Passage Chapter 276: Chapter 276 Special Passage The flames completely enveloped the figure that was preparing to ambush Roger, who let out a scream and fled from the reach of the fire attack as quickly as possible.

Nevertheless, his clothes and the surface of his skin were still burnt away, flesh and shredded fabric mingling together, making him look like a flayed ghoul.

Although the figure had escaped the attack range, the assault from Roger’s hands did not stop.

The flames continued to spray, and the next second, Roger swung the creature he was holding in his hand.

Chlack!

Using the creature in his hand as a weapon, he tore open the fire-charred, deformed iron railings in just a few moves.

Even if the creature in his hand hadn’t died before, under Roger’s crushing blows, its bones were shattered, and its body was pierced with wounds everywhere.

After quickly glancing at the ghostly shadow that had been burnt beyond recognition, a hint of scorn flashed in Roger’s eyes.

“Idiot, I had noticed you long ago,” he said. “I didn’t make a move just to lure you into the trap.”

As he spoke, he passed through the torn iron railings, shattered the glass, and jumped down from the third floor.

“I’m going to eat you!”

“Zaru, be careful!” Dickinson shouted loudly.

But how could Zaru hear him at that moment? Without any hesitation, he leaped out of the window.

As his body soared, the cool mountain breeze hit him, and Zaru’s mind cleared up a bit.

But just then, he was shocked to discover that Roger, who should have landed on the ground, was instead suspended in mid-air.

Then he heard Roger utter a chilling phrase.

“Headshot, aim for the point!”

The next second, a gunshot rang out.

Boom!

The sound of the sniper rifle echoed throughout the forest, startling countless birds into flight from the trees.

“Pfft!”

Caught in mid-air with nowhere to dodge, Zaru’s head burst open, and Roger also flipped down from the edge of the third floor.

No sooner had he landed than he discovered that Zaru’s body, which had fallen, eerily vanished into thin air.

Startled, Roger loudly warned, “Be careful, that guy isn’t dead yet!”

Roger retrieved his weapon from the car, and a mist rose around him, quickly turning into fog that enveloped the entire area.

This slight mist didn’t much affect visibility, but it would be difficult for Henrik in the distance to take another shot.

“He’s yours now, I’m going to kill that damn sniper!” Zaru growled.

Within the fog, Dickinson’s figure appeared, but Roger only gave Dickinson one look before turning to run.

Now that Dickinson’s identity was fully confirmed, what came next would be much more straightforward, whether to fight or flee, the initiative was entirely in Roger’s hands.

Even if Roger indeed wanted to fight Dickinson, he at least should choose a terrain that was to his advantage.

“Trying to run?”

“First, offer up your soul!”

Dickinson’s face was incredibly somber as he remembered what Roger had said earlier and made a ruthless decision.

He blinked rapidly, and with his hands pressed together, the iron gates at the manor’s entrance closed.

Following that, all the surrounding walls and railings unnaturally grew upwards, a strange energy contracting inward, and the next second, everything whirled.

When vision returned to normal, Roger saw the dilapidated house behind Dickinson, heaved a light sigh, and resignedly drew the longsword from his back.

“Not running anymore?”

Dickinson sneered, flicking his wrists, and his clothes moved on their own before converging in his hands, forming a large blade that was completely disproportionate to his size.

The blade was over 1.5 meters in length and over 25 centimeters in width, looking like a broad plank of wood.

Roger’s pupils constricted, as Dickinson displayed an ability very similar to that of Julianne, whom he had once killed.

“Black witchcraft?” Roger thought to himself.

Because, in its public declarations, the Hunters Guild accused the Voodoo Association of researching and promoting Black Witchcraft.

“You think of Black Witchcraft as nothing but a little trick unique to our race,”

The surrounding trees were desiccated, and the cool wind produced an eerie wailing sound as it passed. Roger turned his head and saw a straight bluestone path down the hill.

The end of the road actually led to the back alley of the Hunters Guild headquarters.

“New Moon City, I never imagined that in your hands you would control a secret passage to New Moon City.”

“Who exactly are you?”

“I am a soul offspring of the great Soul Devourer Saramapu, and that Abraham had the privilege of becoming the master’s vessel.”

“President Vichy?”

Roger asked.

“Dead.”

“Why did you capture me?”

Dickinson smiled, revealing his teeth, “Because your soul comes from the Otherworld, we can absorb characteristics within Otherworldly Souls, transforming them into our own strength to heal wounds.”

“So, we’re definitely taking your soul!”

“In other words, there was never any so-called assistance; the only reason you approached me was to tempt me, to make me willingly offer my own soul in your ritual.”

Roger countered.

But Dickinson didn’t speak and just watched him silently.

“One last question!”

Roger’s gaze became serious, “All those things in your room, are they real?”

Dickinson was momentarily stunned, but the next second, he saw Roger reveal a happy smile.

“Then I am relieved.”

“With you dead, all your stuff will be mine!”

Before the sound of his voice had faded, he had already crossed the distance between them in an instant and slashed at Dickinson’s head with his sword.

“I may not be a good person, but you showed so much goodwill before, and without being completely sure, I really couldn’t make a move. But now…”

Clang!

Dickinson raised the great sword in his hand, his skin turning blood-red, with thick Blood Vessels spreading from his neck to his cheeks.

In terms of evolutionary level, this guy was indeed much stronger than Roger.

He was an Awakener of an old hunter’s caliber!

Equivalent to the peak of New Moon level.

And according to the breakthrough levels, Roger was now only comparable to a top-level Elite Hunter.

But if you include the boost from the Hunter’s Cabin and the Dharma Seal in his possession,

As well as the Fang of Evil in his hand…

Clang, clang, clang!

Despite the fact that Dickinson blocked three consecutive attacks, there was no sign of discouragement in Roger’s eyes.

His strength was growing, and the light in his eyes was ever more intense.

“What race are you?”

Dickinson’s complexion changed slightly. He was the one who had processed Roger’s paperwork, a common Demonic Hunter who just stepped into the Transcendent, how could he be this strong?

But soon, Dickinson laughed with genuine delight.

“The higher the quality of your soul, the faster the master will recover. If I devour you, the master will surely awaken from his slumber, then break free from this cursed cage!”

Meanwhile, Henrik, hiding in the woods, also noticed something amiss. The sudden appearance of fog took away his visibility, but then a piercing noise reached his ears.

No matter how he shouted afterwards, he could get no response from Roger.

Henrik jumped down from the tree with his gun, charging forward only a few steps before a twisted figure emerged from the swaying shadows of the trees. Without aiming, purely on natural body reflex, he pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle.

Boom!

The next second, the bullet seemed to hit a water balloon, and amidst the splashing droplets, a charred silhouette appeared behind Henrik.

His mouth split open on both sides, the jaw bone snapping at Henrik’s nape like a python!

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