Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 278 - Chapter 278 Chapter 278 Underground

Chapter 278: Chapter 278 Underground Chapter 278: Chapter 278 Underground Splat!

Dickinson’s body split in two, and then fell to either side, dropping to the ground.

Blood quickly reddened the floor, but he was still not dead. Mechanically, he pushed his scattered entrails back into his body.

Mud mixed with the stench of blood and flesh, but Dickinson seemed not to feel the pain, his movements growing slower due to excessive blood loss, his face soon turning ashen.

In the last moment before death, he saw Roger’s figure heading toward a nearby house; mustering the last bit of his strength, a hammer appeared in Dickinson’s hand.

Thump!

The pointed end of the hammer smashed into his skull, prying open the cranium. After accomplishing this, Dickinson’s right hand slid off powerlessly, and he fell completely silent.

“There must be a passage to reality hidden here,” Roger quickly inspected around the house.

He didn’t miss any details, stretching his Hunter Vision to the limit and after searching, he finally found a clue amidst the disarrayed footprints.

“It should be inside the house.”

Roger pushed the door and entered.

Compared to the mansions in reality, this place was no better than a dog kennel, with walls that let in drafts, floors piled with leaves, and dense webs crowding the corners.

It was clear this place had been abandoned for a long time.

Following the clues, Roger made his way to the second floor, which was significantly tidier than the first floor, with a huge Array drawn on the floor.

Roger looked closely and found that this Array was very similar to the one in the manor on the third floor in reality.

“Could it be that Dickinson used this thing to open the passage between reality and New Moon City?”

He didn’t rashly step forward but stood carefully at the edge, observing.

Just then, whether because an outsider had intruded or some special aura of Roger’s triggered something, the Array on the floor began to emit a faint light.

Immediately after, a beam of light shot upwards, ignoring the dilapidated structure of the house, piercing through the roof into an unknown space.

Roger thought he saw a room from the real manor indistinctly.

“Hey, old guy, are you there?”

Although Henrik had regained his youthful, handsome appearance, Roger preferred to address him as he did before.

There was no response. He casually grabbed a piece of broken furniture and threw it over; the furniture passed through the translucent mist and then, propelled by the energy, surged towards the ceiling.

But in the moment it was about to hit the ceiling, it eerily disappeared from Roger’s vision.

“It must be this one!”

A surge of joy in his heart, Roger mustered his courage and rushed forward.

“Buzz!”

The Array trembled, and just as Roger dashed into it, the energy flowing upward suddenly reversed. Although they were in different worlds, the two Arrays resonated and were activated simultaneously.

Roger was taken aback, and before he could react, a tremendous force pressed down from afar.

“Swoosh!”

He fell downward, through the floor beneath his feet, through the first floor’s space and the ground, his vision twisted, and when he regained his balance,

he found himself in a wide corridor.

“What is this place?”

The residual Array energy gradually faded, and the ground underfoot returned to normal, solid and cold. Roger looked back, only to see a cold, forbidding wall.

“It looks like Dickinson intended to use this Array to pull me directly into this place!”

He remembered pieces from Dickinson’s consciousness he saw when he had sliced Dickinson’s body.

“Is it because his soul came from that so-called Soul Devourer?”

Roger was aware of the true origin of his body: although it was created by the Blackstone of this world, it also contained a portion of Abraham’s flesh.

At the same time, within the flesh of Abraham were traces of something indescribable.

If what he had seen through Dickinson’s eyes was not an illusion, then there was a good chance that this place was deep underground.

That is to say, it was likely the hiding place of Abraham.

Since he was here, he had to adapt. Although Roger was aware of the formidable power of Abraham, at the moment he had no other choice but to grip his weapon tightly and move forward to explore.

Squeak!

The flames fixed in the wall cast light upon one tragic, twisted face after another. These faces were silently wailing, and had Henrik been here, he would have recognized some of them.

They used to be Demon Hunters active in the Bordeaux region, but now, their bodies had been turned into torches, and their souls served as fuel.

Then they were placed in the cold underground passages to endure endless torment until their souls dissipated.

Roger cautiously walked a certain distance forward and saw no guarding measures in this area.

The means of entering here must be quite special; even if by some fluke and Roger was many times stronger, it would likely be very difficult to find this place without it.

Abraham must have utilized some rules of this world to create a hideout for himself that was almost impossible to be found.

Roger sighed inwardly. He had been reasoning based on normal logic, but now it seemed that without special means, even if the Hunters Guild truly believed their words,

after entering New Moon City, it would be impossible to locate this place.

The passage was not very long, and it was deathly quiet around, with only Roger’s own breathing and footsteps to be heard.

Those pitiful souls sometimes outstretched their arms, but whenever Roger drew near, they would retract them in terror, shrinking back into the torches.

After passing through the passage, Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although there hadn’t been any battle, the oppressive atmosphere and the unknown made it all the more nerve-wracking.

The moment he stepped out of the passage, something huge and black caught the corner of his eye not far ahead. Roger’s heart skipped a beat, his feet moved swiftly, and his hand holding the Steel Sword readied himself for an attack.

No battle ensued. Upon a closer look, Roger realized that what stood by the wall was not a living thing, but a twisted humanoid with half of its body embedded into the wall.

Following that silhouette into the distance led to an open space, where numerous twisted statues stood.

These shadows retained the characteristics they had in life; their expressions, actions, and even muscle textures were no different from common people.

Roger slowly approached the statues, surrounded by the Quinn Dharma Seal. He was unsure if these so-called lifeless objects would suddenly come to life

and launch an attack.

He made it through the area unscathed and followed a spiraling staircase upwards. Upon seeing what lay atop the stairs, Roger paused in mild shock.

In the open space, 12 thick pillars stood tall, each carved with intricate patterns, forming a transparent enclosure as a whole.

Inside floated a dense throng of people and monsters.

Suddenly, Roger’s gaze sharpened. He saw a figure with half a face reduced to bare bone, arms longer than its knees, and a body covered in thick black hair.

The half of the face that remained looked familiar to Roger. His eyes moved downward, noticing a mark on the neck of the figure.

“Robert…”

The Demonic Hunter who had once confronted Blake at the entrance and then was sent to the outskirts.

Beside him stood a small blue figure, whose once-clear eyes had turned murky, and its face was twisted with pain.

Roger almost remembered how proud that person had looked when he took out the diving suit.

If he was here, then the others from the village…

Roger let out a long sigh.

The familiar black mist floated throughout the area, bringing terrible transformations as it entered the bodies of those present.

At the tailbone of each individual was a black spike piercing through, these spikes connected to the ground, leading to parts unknown.