Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 282 - Chapter 282 Chapter 282 Darkness Descends

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Darkness Descends Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Darkness Descends It was a twisted thing, made from the joining of two halves of a human body. Something had gone awry during the process, misaligning the body so severely that even the organs were exposed.

The head had rotated 180 degrees, the eyes skewed downward, scattered across the distorted skull on either side, and the arms and legs had undergone various degrees of mutation.

Tall and yet so frail.

“Dickinson?”

Through the clothes on the figure’s body, Roger recognized who it was.

“You ruined my body!”

Dickinson’s head creaked and cracked as it turned, the skin at the junction of neck and head tore, revealing the bone.

Yet, as if he felt no pain at all, Dickinson eventually got his head straightened and stared at Roger with bloodshot eyes.

“I want you to…”

“Get the hell out of my way!”

Roger had no time for Dickinson’s nonsense. Cassandra might have erupted in full force, but she was definitely no match for Abraham, and the blocked passage wouldn’t hold him off for long.

Time was incredibly precious to Roger, and he had to leave this place before Abraham could catch up.

As he spoke, he swung out with his Steel Sword in hand.

Pale Blood was the ultimate essence of blood that was condensed when the concentration in the body reached a certain level.

It was a drop of blood and also a high concentration of Energy, manifesting different properties depending on the characteristics of the lineage.

Like flames, like frost, it could even solidify into a stone.

And now, Roger felt as if a ball of fire had been injected into his body, emitting terrifying Energy with every gesture.

Even before the sword could strike Dickinson, the rampant Energy swept out.

Bang!

Dickinson, who had barely managed to pull his body together, was shattered into pieces again.

As an entity of Abraham, his soul also possessed some traits of the Soul Devourer, a creature that could leave its physical form and exist briefly, with the soul itself having the properties of a physical entity.

The present Dickinson, having thrown off the constraints of a body, unleashed a power far beyond any he had known before.

But unfortunately, with a small fraction of Pale Blood integrated into his body, both in quality and quantity, the Energy level of Pale Blood far exceeded Dickinson’s current capacities.

Thus, he suffered a tragedy.

Just moments ago, the two had fought ferociously, but now, with a casual strike of his sword, Roger had sliced Dickinson into several sections.

He didn’t even bother to check the remains, leaving the spot as if flying, heading towards the distance.

“What happened?”

“Why does he have the Pale Blood of our master?”

Dickinson’s fragmented head barely contained his soul as he struggled to gather the limbs on the ground, attempting to piece them back together.

But at that moment, Dickinson’s gaze fell upon a shadow at the base of the building.

A figure stood there silently, perhaps having just appeared, or perhaps having lingered for a long time.

“Blake, is that you?”

A glimmer of joy appeared on Dickinson’s disfigured face.

“Save me, help me quickly!”

“My son!”

He shouted loudly.

But the figure of Blake in the shadows didn’t move, maintaining his usual calm. He took a step forward, half of his face exposed to the light.

“Mr. Dickinson!”

“Are you calling me?”

Hearing this address, Dickinson’s heart plummeted.

He remembered all the times they’d met, remembered Blake’s seemingly respectful but actually distant demeanor.

“Help me, Blake.”

“I am your father.”

“I don’t want to die!!”

Blake’s lips curled into a faint smile.

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Dickinson, but I’m afraid I can’t meet your request.”

Blake remained extremely cautious and, since taking that step, he had not moved again.

Then, he just stood there quietly, indifferent and aloof as Dickinson often was.

“No matter the status of the teacher, his strength deserves respect.”

“And you?”

“Hehe…”

Roger’s two attacks had not only ravaged Dickinson’s body but had also inflicted fatal damage on his soul.

The soul’s fluctuations grew weaker and weaker, until, like a candle, it flickered out in the air.

Only after confirming that Dickinson’s soul had dissipated did Blake let out a long breath.

It was then that a tremendous boom came from within the palace, and a naked 10-year-old child burst out.

His body was covered in ferocious wounds, the most terrifying of which had split open his entire abdomen.

Yet he paid no heed to the injuries on his body, instead carefully cradling a flame in his left hand.

“Son of a bitch!”

Seeing Blake standing not far away, he roared, “Release all the dark mist, and what about that idiot Dickinson?”

Blake was startled at first but quickly sensed the energy emanating from Abraham, and his face subtly changed.

“Teacher?”

“Where the hell is that idiot Dickinson?”

Blake pointed to the scattered flesh on the ground.

“Such a waste!”

“What are you standing there for? Get moving!”

“Teacher… we aren’t ready yet…”

“Do as I say, release the dark mist, seal the entrance!”

As he spoke, he took a deep breath.

The white flame was inhaled into his nostrils, and Abraham’s injuries began to heal at a visible rate.

The interrupted ritual meant that Abraham’s current body could not contain the complete Pale Blood.

More importantly, the portion taken by Roger disrupted the integrity of the blood, putting Abraham at a disadvantage.

“Shameless thief!”

“I will find you!”

Abraham raised the flame in his hand, and a special vibration transmitted from the depths, a resonance between blood of the same origin, but this sensation was not permanent.

If he could not find Roger in the shortest time, even if he eventually recaptured that small part of the Pale Blood, it would be impossible to reintegrate and become whole again.

The events here caught the attention of others, all of whom were Blake’s confidants and considered the core members.

Suddenly determined, Abraham violently opened his mouth and swallowed a large portion of the Pale Blood.

His body rapidly mutated, and his strength increased swiftly, but to Abraham’s surprise, his body still maintained the appearance of a 10-year-old child.

“What’s going on?”

Abraham’s expression turned very dark as he motioned, and three people were yanked in front of him.

Bang!

The violent energy compressed and the three bodies burst open; their flesh and bones refined and then gathered behind Abraham.

Even the souls were fashioned by Abraham into a Lantern, stuffing the remaining flame into it; and in that moment, a pair of gruesome flesh wings formed behind him.

The wings trembled, and Abraham, clutching the Pale Blood, soared into the sky.

And just then, the last ray of twilight vanished from the horizon.

Abraham’s flesh wings spread wide.

Darkness enveloped the land.