Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 308 - Chapter 308 Chapter 308 New Weapon

Chapter 308: Chapter 308 New Weapon Chapter 308: Chapter 308 New Weapon Roger’s heart jumped, and he quickly rushed forward.

Clearly, with Lorry’s death, this strange weapon had completely abandoned its current host, seemingly seeking to leave this place through unknown channels.

Then to find a new host.

Having traveled a long distance to get here with Goway, and after a series of battles, just as the cursed item was within reach, Roger couldn’t possibly watch it disappear before his eyes.

At this moment, he had no better plan, and before he could get close, the Dharma Seal in his hand was activated.

[Alder]

The blast of air swept through, and the weapon, shrouded in black mist, was affected, veering off course and not embedding precisely into the crevice on top of the grave mound.

But soon, enveloped in black smoke, the cursed sword took off again, and this time Roger chose the more powerful Igni response.

However, the cursed sword, being made of metal, didn’t react much to the Igni Dharma Seal–only the black smoke swirling around its blade thinned out somewhat.

It seemed that the resentful ghosts on it were being eroded by the flames’ energy.

By now, Roger was standing atop the grave mound, waving the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword in his hand.

The cursed sword in mid-air began to fight Roger on its own, under the entanglement of the black mist.

Lacking a host, its abilities were naturally greatly limited, but without the limitation of a body, the cursed sword’s angles of attack were even trickier.

The scene before him reminded Roger of the magical combat between immortals in cultivation novels.

Both swords swung very fast, colliding dozens of times in just a few breaths.

Crack!

A light sound reached him, and Roger fixed his gaze.

After the repeated impacts, a clear crack had appeared on the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword in his hand.

This weapon had followed Roger through many battles, but at its core, it was still made of ordinary iron, its most precious transcendent material being nothing more than a piece of the Waning Moon Witch’s skull.

Given Roger’s current strength, it was indeed true that the material of his weapon was somewhat inferior.

He unleashed another Alder Dharma Seal, sending the cursed sword floating in mid-air flying away.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Roger, and he twisted his wrist, pointing the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword straight down.

Pierce!

After a light noise, the steel sword was firmly inserted into the crevice at the top of the grave mound.

Meanwhile, the cursed sword, which had been knocked away, also happened to fly to the top of the grave mound.

It circled the grave mound twice, but its original position had already been taken by the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword, and the cursed sword shook violently, finding no space for its blade to fit.

Just then, the same energy fluctuation came, and with a momentary daze, the towering grave mound seemed as though it could vanish from its place at any moment.

The cursed sword spun rapidly, and then, without any hesitation, it aimed to pierce the crevice that was occupied by the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword.

“Is that even possible?”

Roger’s eyelids twitched, and he instinctively took a step forward, reaching out to grasp the hilt of the cursed sword.

Just at that moment, the energy fluctuation in the air peaked, and as the towering grave mound was about to vanish, Roger’s right hand also grasped the hilt on top of the grave mound.

He wasn’t clear whether he had grabbed the cursed sword or the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword at that critical moment.

There was no time to think; Roger grasped the hilt and pulled with all his might.

“Pierce!”

The sound of the blade scraping against rock rang out, and through a trance, through the crevice where the steel sword was inserted, Roger’s gaze fell into darkness, and amidst the swirling black mist, he seemed to see a gothic…

Castle.

When he came back to his senses.

The illusion had vanished, and there were no more grave mounds or rocks in sight.

Roger lowered his head and saw the steel sword he was holding in his hand.

“What is this supposed to be?”

Roger was somewhat dumbfounded.

At that moment, what he was holding in his hand was neither the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword nor the original Cursed Sword.

It appeared more like a combination of the two.

This weapon was longer and heavier than the original Waning Moon Witch’s Sword; he swung it casually, and its weight and length matched Roger’s current physical condition perfectly.

It was an odd feeling, as if it had been custom-made for him.

Only then did Roger remember that Lorry, who had undergone a transformation, was nearly two meters tall, even without a head.

And at that time, the Cursed Sword in his hand had seemed very large, perfectly suited to his figure.

The situation was completely consistent with Roger’s current state.

However, the entire weapon was not entirely pitch-black; the sharp edge of the blade reflected a special luster.

Looking closely, that luster seemed to be black smoke lingering around the blade.

With such a fitting weapon in hand, Roger was now somewhat hesitant.

He opened the notice board in his consciousness.

After all, this was a cursed item. According to Goway, every cursed item had its specific method of use.

The more powerful the cursed item, the stricter the conditions required for activation, and likewise, the greater the side effects and risk.

Many cursed items feed directly on the soul or devour the user’s flesh and life span!

This was terrifying; such things were not to be used lightly, except in times of crisis.

[Cursed Sword]:

Status: Incomplete, awaiting fusion.

This is a powerful cursed item; when in full condition, the Cursed Sword can supply the bearer with endless dark power.

This power can make the user fearless of pain, fear, and injury.

With each life taken, the blade’s curse activates, tearing a part of the dead creature’s soul into it and becoming part of the overwhelming dark energy.

This is a weapon of the dead; its bearer does not need the senses to perceive their surroundings. To avoid interference, the chosen dead host will behead themselves under the control of the Cursed Sword.

When the strength reaches a certain level, the host will sign a pact with the Cursed Sword, and before battle, the Night Beast formed of dark energy will bring the Cursed Sword to its bearer.

When their synergy peaks, the bearer’s body becomes the sheath of the Cursed Sword, after drinking its fill of fresh blood.

The host will then pierce the Cursed Sword into their own body through the neck; the wronged souls on the blade and the blood will nourish the host’s body.

Man and sword, henceforth indivisible.

Upon reading this, Roger couldn’t help but feel a surge of alarm.

The true Cursed Sword was not driven by humans; all its hosts were merely puppets of the cursed item.

It controlled each host to fight, again and again, until their bodies collapsed and died.

By then, the Cursed Sword, having glutted itself on blood and souls, would choose a new, stronger host.

A new cycle began.

With each and every host, the cursed item grew increasingly powerful.

The so-called Headless Knight Rams was perhaps just one of its more famous hosts.

More than the weapon’s might, Roger was concerned whether he could harness it for himself.

Having lost the Waning Moon Witch’s Sword, the weapon in his hands was now Roger’s only hope.

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