Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 309 - Chapter 309 Chapter 309 The End

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: The End Chapter 309: Chapter 309: The End Although the Cursed Sword was extremely powerful in its complete state, it was obviously not meant for the living.

Roger was more concerned about the characteristics this weapon exhibited in its current, incomplete form.

He continued to read on.

“Curse Transformation”: Due to unknown reasons, the weapon is in a strange state of balance. Under normal circumstances, it is sharp and solid, capable of inflicting great damage on Spiritual Bodies and simultaneously affecting the formation of Spells.

As the killings increase, the blade will automatically absorb the flesh and souls of living beings. Once it accumulates to a certain extent, the Curse Power will erupt, and the energy contained within the weapon will begin to affect the wielder’s sanity.

Under the erosion of Dark Energy, the wielder will start a frenzied massacre, and in the process of constant killing, they will be contaminated by more energy, their lifeforce will be severed, and they will eventually become a puppet of the Cursed Item.

When in a cursed state, the Cursed Sword provides the wielder with Dark Energy while extracting energy and Essence Blood from them.

This is a powerful weapon, but at the same time, it is a dangerous calamity!

Holding the sword in front of his eyes, Roger carefully observed it, noticing a veil-like layer of black smoke enveloping the blade’s surface.

When he got close enough, he could even faintly hear the souls’ wails within the smoke.

“Blood Feast”: When the wronged souls enveloping the blade are saturated and activate the Curse Power, the Dark Energy will stimulate the wielder’s body, unleashing strength far beyond its normal state.

While increasing the attacking power, it can also quickly heal the holder’s wounds, but this process will accelerate the erosion of Dark Energy on the holder’s body and sanity.

“Rise of the Dead”: Decapitate yourself and offer your body and soul. In the moment of death, you will be greeted by a brand new world!

Upon reading this, Roger couldn’t help but smirk. This was truly an odd weapon. Based on the information at hand, Roger wasn’t sure how much of an impact the so-called Dark Energy invasion would have on his spirit.

Only actual combat could verify that.

Without a suitable weapon in hand, Roger didn’t have many good options. If it came down to it, he would have to surrender this Cursed Item to the Hunter’s Cabin in exchange for a boost in spiritual power.

The Sword Sheath behind him was no longer able to accommodate the newly acquired weapon. Merely holding the sword would affect ordinary people, so he casually tore off a few pieces of cloth and wrapped the blade, then looked towards the exit.

Goway stood in front, the entrance was noisy, and the villagers argued fiercely to rush in. For them, the invasion of their village burial ground by humans, and especially a woman, was as severe as desecrating the gods.

Roger walked up to Yolinger, whose body below the head had completely turned to wood. Roger noticed that the wooden parts even penetrated the soil, seemingly becoming part of the earth.

He bent down and sighed softly.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Destroy his corpse. I don’t wish my friend to be eroded by demons after death, becoming the destroyer of our village.”

He hesitated for a moment but still uttered the last sentence.

“If possible, I hope to see the Peaceful Spirit Wood that buries Lorry after I die…”

Roger lowered his head; he saw that Yolinger was clutching a leaf in his hand. The black leaf had silver patterns etched on its back.

Gradually, Yolinger’s head also began to turn wooden. His face became rigid, his eyes losing their luster until, at last, he completely turned into a piece of rotting wood.

“A man worth respecting.”

Roger stood up and walked toward the exit.

…

The next morning, the rising sun cast a rosy hue over the lush green forest. Roger turned to look at the tranquil and serene village, and the events of the previous night seemed to have vanished with the burial of the corpses.

But in reality, the calm of the village was shattered. Inside the belly of a girl named Eileen, a new life was being nurtured.

The villagers were unaware of what had actually happened in the cemetery since all those involved had perished.

The sunlight dispelled the darkness, and Roger’s departure would also take away the disaster that had befallen the village.

The Cursed Sword, due to the anomaly, had been forcibly taken away by Roger, and it was likely that it wouldn’t reappear here for a long time.

It needed time to accumulate power and then find a new host elsewhere.

Facing the morning sun, the two left the Dryad’s village. They mounted horses tied at the village entrance and walked in the direction they had come, leaving the forest behind them.

“I apologize to you for my prejudice,” Goway said softly, biting her red lips.

Without Roger’s persistence, Goway might have missed everything that happened in the graveyard.

When they truly discovered it, by then, the Cursed Sword had probably killed enough villagers to strengthen Lorry to a terrifying degree.

It was unclear whether Lorry chose that weapon, or if it was his fate to become the Headless Knight due to tragedy.

“I accept your apology,”

Roger said with a smile, an air of magnanimity about him.

“Heh,” Goway snorted coldly, “but this still doesn’t change the image you have in my heart.”

Roger shrugged, speechless, “Would you mind telling me, what exactly is that image in your heart?”

“Jerk!”

Goway replied without hesitation.

“Well…”

Roger nodded seriously, “In order to live up to your evaluation, I think I need to do something about it…”

Ignoring the change in Goway’s expression, he clamped his heels into the horse’s flanks and galloped away.

Meanwhile, in Baytown of Bordeaux City, a red-haired girl and her mother hugged and said goodbye.

“For the first time in over a decade, you’re leaving your hometown.”

“Going to Europe to study alone, be careful.”

Adeline held her daughter’s hand, reluctant to let go, “Remember to call me, and warn Roger for me; the kid left Bordeaux without even telling me.”

Before they parted, she leaned in close to Amanda’s ear.

“If you find your happiness, hold onto it tightly.”

This time Amanda didn’t avoid the issue; she nodded with a smile.

“I will.”

The car left Baytown and came to the foot of a small hill in Bordeaux City.

When Amanda entered Henrik’s office, she happened to see a woman with a panicked expression crawling out from under the desk.

Henrik didn’t get up, but cleared his throat, “Dear Amanda, it seems you have passed the Awakening Ceremony.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

As the acting president, Henrik naturally had many channels to obtain information.

“Where is Roger?”

Amanda asked straight to the point.

“Wow, it looks like you haven’t forgotten him.”

“He’s in Eld.”

Henrik tore off a piece of paper and wrote down a string of numbers.

“Thank you.”

Amanda picked up the note and turned to walk out.

“Dear Amanda, are you looking for Roger to rekindle an old flame?”

Henrik suddenly asked, “After so much time, aren’t you worried about other women appearing beside Roger?”

A sly smile appeared on Henrik’s face.

Smack.

Amanda stopped, turned around, and said to Henrik with a light laugh:

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll burn her to death myself!”

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