Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 279 - Chapter 279 Chapter 279 The Secret

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: The Secret Chapter 279: Chapter 279: The Secret “That Abraham must have discovered the special use of the black fog in this Cursed Land,” he said. “This time, he’s not content to passively wait for events to unfold but has actively made some sort of attempt.”

It seemed that he was using the black fog to induce mutations.

However, it was quite clear that these changes were largely detrimental.

Perhaps because Roger’s body had been modified by the Blackstone, he was intimately familiar with this kind of energy. Following this sensation, Roger found a hidden door.

Opening the door, he saw countless clusters of black, crystal-like objects converging from all directions and then directly entering a specific place at the top of the room.

Standing there, Roger’s heart pounded wildly as he pursed his lips, knowing exactly what he had found.

Following a narrow spiral passage upward, there was a crystal coffin placed in the center of the hall.

He held his breath as he activated the Quinn Dharma Seal, and the Steel Sword in his other hand guarded in front of him, slowly, ever so slowly moving forward.

Gurgle… Gurgle…

Black liquid bubbled inside the crystal coffin, and it seemed that tentacle-like objects were wriggling within.

“That guy must have stayed here before.”

Roger could even imagine the scene of the other’s rotten, shattered body soaking in this black muck.

Flesh exploded into muck, then tumbled around in the black liquid.

With the aid of mysterious energy, the burst flesh reassembled into a new, twisted form.

Suddenly, Roger felt something; he turned aside his head, looking toward a large door at the end of a passage.

He is there; he must be there.

Although reason screamed at Roger to leave immediately, his body moved as if out of control and rapidly approached the door.

“What’s happening?”

“This attraction…”

Roger shook his head.

“According to Dickinson, that Abraham is supposed to be deep in slumber. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

The special connection between the two meant they were destined to become mortal enemies. Roger’s eyes bloodshot instantly and before his consciousness could gain control, his hands had already pushed open the door.

“Howl!”

Green Monster Spirits rushed towards Roger, but they were powerless, only able to howl in anger before being reluctantly pulled into the torchlight.

In the room where green light shimmered, Roger saw a withered figure hanging from the opposite wall. Corresponding to its own frail and shriveled form was the grotesquely swollen belly!

Judging by its size, it could easily hold a ten-year-old child inside!

The belly skin was stretched nearly transparent, and even in such light, Roger could distinctly make out a writhing figure within.

That was no baby at all.

The child’s face bore no sweetness, only fierce greed. With its mouth wide open, it seemed to be desperately swallowing something; the more it ate, the weaker the mother’s energy became.

Roger slowly moved closer.

It was only up close that he saw just above the woman’s protruding belly, where one would expect to find her full chest.

Now her chest had deflated to nothing but a flap of skin hanging off it, her previously fair skin now dry and yellowing. In the middle of the chest, there was a gash open.

The broken ribcage was spread to both sides, and a twisted head, assembled from different body parts was stuffed in the middle.

And the ribs on either side resembled bizarre antlers extending from the head, exuding an aura of sinister twist.

“Heh…”

An unexpected weak voice entered Roger’s ears, and the woman hung in a spread-eagled pose in midair trembled slightly.

She raised her head, a motion so simple yet performed so slowly that Roger worried her neck bones couldn’t withstand the weight of the head and would snap instantly.

Her hair was as dry as straw, making it impossible for Roger to discern her features. The woman opened her eyes.

But there were no eyeballs in her sockets, only a dry, shriveled mass of flesh.

“Who… who is it?”

The woman asked in a low voice.

“And who are you?”

Roger carefully stayed alert.

“Me?”

“Yes, who am I?”

“I am Mary. I am a tailor’s daughter…”

“No! That’s not right!”

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch.

“No, I’m not!”

“I am Cassandra, the great Voodoo Queen, and one day I will develop the Voodoo Association into a truly powerful Transcendent force!”

“I will provide shelter for my brothers and sisters so they will no longer be oppressed. I must…cough cough…”

Cassandra coughed frantically, the violent motion making her abdomen bulge and contract, which caused her great discomfort and pain etched onto her face.

“Cassandra?”

The woman before him bore little resemblance to the legendary beauty of Bordeaux from the tales.

“What exactly has Abraham done to you?”

Roger asked in a deep voice, feeling a powerful presence within the woman’s abdomen.

“He’s a monster…”

Cassandra’s voice was ragged as she recounted what had happened, and as she spoke, the look on Roger’s face turned increasingly grim.

This man actually planned to create a body perfectly suited for himself to escape this Cursed Land.

If he really succeeded…

Thinking back on everything he had seen, Roger felt a chill in his heart. If that terrible black mist spread to the real world…

Bordeaux now was not the same as it was a hundred years ago, even though the population had decreased sharply due to a natural disaster thirty-odd years ago.

But as an important coastal city, Bordeaux’s population was still substantial.

With such a large population, even if only one-tenth or even one percent turned into monsters, the resulting change would shock the world.

Just then, Roger saw the face embedded in Cassandra’s chest. The eyes began to move, then suddenly burst open!

They locked gazes.

In that instant, the air seemed to solidify, the chaotic eyes pivoted, and then closed.

“Kill… kill me!”

Cassandra’s voice was broken.

“As long as I am dead, without the sustenance of Mental Energy, the body he is nurturing won’t be able to mature!”

“And his plan will be completely thwarted!”

Roger gripped his Steel Sword tightly.

“Pierce through the forehead into the brow!”

“My Divine Core is hidden deep within my brain. Destroying that will scatter my spirit and will also interrupt this evil ritual.”

“Why not just kill him directly?”

“After all, he’s only got a head left!”

“Heh heh,” Cassandra laughed softly.

“A sheep can’t kill a sleeping Giant Dragon. Although I’ve weakened to the extreme, with your current strength, you probably can’t penetrate my skull.”

“As for it…”

“The body is just a vessel. If not for being specifically bound within it due to special reasons, killing their body often releases the true power within their soul, making them even more terrifying!”

Roger’s heart skipped a beat.

“Can they resurrect after being killed?”

He thought of Dickinson, who had been cleaved in two, his organs scattered on the ground.

“Resurrect?”

Cassandra shook her head.

“Such beings have never truly been alive.”

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