Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 307 - Chapter 307 Chapter 307 Cursed Sword

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Cursed Sword Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Cursed Sword “I’ll test his strength first.”

Goway’s eyes flared with green light as she spread her hands. A green light flashed above her head, and with a shout, it condensed into multiple green short spears.

“Swoosh!”

After launching the first wave of attack, Goway wasn’t idle; she reached out her hand, and the green vines re-formed.

By this time, the short spears she had fired were already in front of Lorry.

Facing Goway’s assault, Lorry neither dodged nor evaded. Black mist swirled around him, and the boundless black mist, like the tide, swallowed up Goway’s attack with snarling, fierce faces within it.

Lorry didn’t move an inch; the surging black mist had already shattered Goway’s short spears, causing those weapons formed by the Spell to disperse in the air.

By now, the green vines had reached him, and Lorry raised his sword to slash. Roger noticed that Lorry’s swing wasn’t particularly fast, but the angle was incredibly precise.

Simplicity.

As if it had been carefully practiced beforehand.

The Sword Tip lightly touched, followed by the Steel Sword being yanked upward, and then Lorry’s wrist flipped over.

“Snap!”

The once invincible green vines were slapped away by Lorry.

His movements seemed leisurely, but the force was tremendous; the flung vines, like reinforcing bars, were embedded into the trunk of a nearby tree.

Seemingly having anticipated that Lorry could block her attack, Goway was by now crouching on the ground.

Her right hand supported her weight on the ground.

Green Energy burst forth from her hand, and invisibly, the energy traveled rapidly along the plant roots underground.

“Pfft!”

Suddenly, countless vines burst through the soil, growing rapidly, and in a moment, they had entwined Lorry’s ankles and crept towards his waist, spreading to his whole body.

“Roar!”

A low growl emerged from Lorry’s abdomen as the black mist backflowed, seeping into every vine.

The green vines were soon corroded by the black Energy.

The original luster of the plants disappeared, replaced by a swath of gray decay.

Lorry strained forcefully, walking forward.

“Crack crack!”

The vines that entangled his body were broken; Lorry, freed from control, suddenly accelerated, and each step he took created a dip in the ground beneath him.

What was worse, the grass he stepped on wilted green, leaving behind a footprint as if scorched.

In just a breath, Lorry’s massive body charged like a chariot, his Steel Sword raised as if to cleave Goway in two.

“I’ll handle it.”

Roger, standing not far away, joined the fray.

He suddenly exerted force and charged obliquely at Lorry, activating the white web covering his entire body in an instant.

New organs rallied his bodily strength, his spiritual power highly focused, and Roger’s eyes turned into eerie vertical pupils.

Instead of clashing head-on with the raging Lorry, Roger moved lightly, cutting into the battle from a tricky angle.

The Witch’s Sword in his hand lifted, aiming for the wrist of Lorry’s sword-holding right hand!

Lorry was just an ordinary Dryad; without his weapon, his body would surely revert to its original form.

What surprised Roger was that Lorry, moving at high speed, precisely grasped the angle of his attack.

The sensation was peculiar; headless and blind, yet the black mist surrounding Lorry seemed to replace his senses.

Every part of his body served as his eyes.

No technique needed; with this terrifying sense, Lorry only required precision.

Perhaps this was the concept of reducing complexity to simplicity, where formidable perception and precise control were enough to crush most techniques.

However, Roger possessed a similar ability.

The surrounding Quinn Dharma Seal.

This ability had limited effectiveness against an enemy like Abraham, whose strength was far superior to Roger’s.

However, against an opponent of the same level, the coordination of the Dharma Seal was terrifyingly powerful.

Clang!

The two weapons collided, and the seemingly strong Lorry took a half step back, his body, modified by Pale Blood, had already surpassed most Blood Hunters of the New Moon level.

The seemingly frail Roger actually gained the upper hand in strength.

A simple collision, yet before the official confrontation, Roger and his opponent had already gone through several transformations of techniques.

Goway’s eyes widened from afar, “Is this guy really that strong?”

She had never imagined that a Demon Hunter she had casually found at sea could possess such formidable combat power.

“Rivia, a place I have never heard of, what kind of blood runs through this guy’s veins?”

Goway was somewhat curious.

At this time, the noise of footsteps came from afar, clearly the villagers had heard the fight in the cemetery and rushed over.

“Block the exit, don’t let anyone in.”

Lorry, who had just been controlled by his weapon, the newly resurrected Headless Knight was not as powerful as the legends described, but if he were to devour flesh and absorb enough souls, the outcome could be uncertain.

After all, in legend, the Headless Knight, Rams, was definitely a terrifying demon of Full Moon level or above.

A surge of excitement rose in Roger’s heart, if he could capture this weapon and then hand it over through the Hunter’s Cabin.

The benefits would surely be astonishing.

With Goway by his side, he was not convenient to use some abilities.

A normal Blood Hunter at his stage would have limited capabilities.

After hearing Roger’s words, Goway ran past the combat zone between the two men and quickly headed to the exit.

Hearing her footsteps fade, Roger was now completely unreserved.

He no longer chose to compete in swordsmanship techniques with Lorry, but unleashed his inner strength, and after a powerful chop, his other hand struck out from an awkward angle.

“Alder Dharma Seal”

Lorry, caught off guard, lost his balance instantly, and Roger seized the opportunity, switching from a downward slash to a horizontal sweep, his Steel Sword flying across, brushing past Lorry’s wrist!

“Swish!”

An arm was flung high into the air.

And just then, the black smoke emanating from Lorry’s weaponless body emerged from his severed arm, forming a pitch-black hand.

Just as the tip of the hand was about to burrow into Lorry’s amputated arm, Roger snorted coldly, leaping onto Lorry’s back.

Light swelled in his mind, and the Igni Dharma Seal was illuminated.

A surge of flame took on a hint of a special hue, and Roger felt the white network inside his body becoming brighter.

Both echoed each other from a distance.

In an instant, flames erupted from his palm, coursing into Lorry’s headless body!

Boom!

The power of the flame was even greater than Roger had imagined, causing Lorry’s massive body to tremble wildly, and at this moment, the swirling black smoke had already connected Lorry’s severed arm to his body.

“I refuse to believe you can control a broken corpse!”

Roger shouted, increasing the output of energy.

Clear cracks appeared on Lorry’s body, and the heat from the flames gushed out from those cracks, and the next moment, his body could no longer withstand the conflict of the two forces.

The flames engulfed his entire body, burning Lorry’s corpse to a crisp.

And yet, even so, the energy from the Black Sword continued to pour incessantly into his remains, showing signs of repairing the charred corpse once again.

“This thing is too bizarre.”

Roger could only once again chop off Lorry’s hand and grind his fingers to prevent the weapon from completely breaking free.

But before he could take a breather, a surge of energy swirled midair, and the Cursed Sword lying on the ground was snatched away by a wisp of black smoke.

And in a blink, it vanished from its spot.