Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 408 - Chapter 408 Chapter 408 Bediveres Secret

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Bedivere’s Secret Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Bedivere’s Secret “FK!”

Henrik put down his weapon.

“When did Roger become so strong?”

“Is this guy already Third Tier?”

The last time at the manor, the battlefield was fragmented, and Henrik hadn’t witnessed the battle between Roger and William. Although he had always overestimated Roger’s combat abilities,

he really hadn’t expected that in just a short month or two, Roger, who was merely a promising Demon Hunter when Bordeaux left,

had now reached the Third Tier, becoming a true powerhouse.

“We’d best not interfere with their fight.”

Goway, who stood to the side, said.

She was aware of how Roger had obtained his weapon, and seeing the changes in him, she couldn’t help but worry.

Dark Energy is secretive and powerful, but the corrosion it exerts on the human heart is also terrifying.

Both knew that rashly intervening would only distract Roger, so they retreated, avoiding the range of the duo’s battle.

“Look at the sun here.”

Henrik suddenly noticed something and pointed at the setting sun hanging at the edge of the sky, remarking.

Only then did Goway realize that, although some time had passed since they opened the door to the current battle, the sunset had not moved at all.

Time around them seemed as if it had stopped.

“This Bedivere has made thorough preparations; he doesn’t plan to let any of us leave,”

Goway said with a puzzled expression.

“What exactly is he hiding?”

“And what purpose does he have with all the preparations inside the castle?”

Goway speculated that what Bedivere was hiding was the real reason he was so eager to kill everyone.

“Boom!”

The lake water churned as Bedivere burst forth.

The casual clothes he had been wearing were gone, his genteel face had turned stern and imposing, and he was now clad in a set of Light Armor.

The Armor’s style was archaic, clearly having been around for some time.

“The weapon in your hands gives me a sense of familiarity, much like the Headless Knight’s companion sword.”

“Strange, it doesn’t seem like something an ordinary person could wield.”

Now in Light Armor, Bedivere could even walk on water. The rippling surface of the lake was like a mirror. With just a light touch, he sprinted away like a sharp sword!

Fast! Extremely fast!

[Windbreaker Slash]

As expected of a knight like Bedivere, he mastered many exquisite swordsmanship techniques. Without any furious sounds, Bedivere almost teleported in front of Roger.

His extreme speed turned into a powerful driving force.

He didn’t even need to wave his sword to cut through anything that blocked his path–they were easily split in two!

Roger took a deep breath and let out a low growl from his throat.

[Sonic Shock]

This was the first time Roger had used this skill acquired from the spoils of victory in battle.

He activated this ability not to harm the enemy, but even a momentary effect on Bedivere would be enough!

[Axis]

A focused assault like a spike fiercely struck Bedivere’s mind, and simultaneously, Roger prepared for the counterattack.

Killing intent surged in his chest; all he wanted now was to shatter his enemy before him, drain his blood and soul, and turn him into part of the Cursed Sword!

Three Secret Techniques circulated in his mind one after another.

Heavy, nimble, venomous.

White Wolf Swordsmanship: Swift, venomous, and fierce–cat, bear, snake–you can find shadows of other swordsmanship within the White Wolf Swordsmanship.

Only after having grasped the Secret Techniques of the other three types of swordsmanship and unlocking true lethal moves can one base their own exclusive White Wolf Swordsmanship on them.

Only once the Secret Technique is understood does one have the qualification to knock on the door to become a master.

The Dharma Seal makes you stronger.

But believe that everything originates from swordsmanship and will ultimately return to swordsmanship.

With clarity in his heart and the sword in his hand pulsating, Roger extended his sword in the instant guided by a flicker of Spiritual Light.

[White Wolf Swordsmanship–Wild Bite]

Roger’s clothes fluttered with noise. Dark Energy was infused into the Cursed Sword, and his body slightly swelled as the gathering energy formed an indistinct and fierce wolf’s head!

In the next instant, darkness and blazing flames, two terrifying forces clashed!

The lake water exploded, sending pale dead fish flying into the air.

The figures of both men touched and then separated immediately. Bedivere laughed wildly, “Your strength is not bad, but your bodily foundation is too weak.”

He watched Roger in the distance with a cold eye.

“You said you’ve provided me with 15 ways to die, let’s hear them?”

A long gash appeared on Roger’s chest, deep enough to see bone.

The cloak he wore was, after all, not known for its defense; now slashed apart, the Dark Energy at the broken edges was slowly repairing itself.

But Roger, as if not feeling the pain from his wounds, took a step forward.

“Your Armor’s defense is not bad,” Roger lifted the Cursed Sword in his hand.

“But can you withstand the next strike?”

Crack! Crack!

A slight sound came from the surface of Bedivere’s armor. His face changed slightly–this set of equipment was clearly also a Cursed Item, not only enhancing Bedivere’s defense.

More importantly, it allowed his speed to far surpass that of his peers.

But this was not Bedivere’s strongest aspect.

A Silver Page appeared in Bedivere’s hand, followed by the appearance of an opaque black castle emerging behind him.

“I am called the First and Last Knight, not because of those ridiculous legend stories.”

A hint of pride showed on Bedivere’s face.

“It’s because I have lived long enough.”

“In nearly 200 years, I am the only Heritage Knight who has not switched bodies. Before that brat Green became the Knight Commander, I was already the backbone of the Round Table Knight Order!”

He took a deep breath, countless Soul Shards surged out of the dark castle, gathering on his body, and at the same time, Bedivere’s face visibly became younger.

Black hair sprouted amidst the white, and sagging muscles regained their elasticity.

“Those fools who only know how to fight to the death and then switch to a new body through the ritual.”

Bedivere sneered.

“They don’t realize the more frequently they change bodies, the heavier the shackles bound to them become, and one day they will completely lose themselves, becoming puppets of the Privy Council.”

“It has been nearly 200 years, and I’ve carefully hidden this secret. Just give me a little more time, and I might be able to completely free myself from the shackles the Privy Council has placed on my soul.”

“To gain true freedom!”

“At this juncture, how could I allow anyone to disrupt my plan?”

“The ordinary people don’t matter, but all Transcendents who blunder into the castle must die!”

He sneered again.

“Those Round Table Knights think they are free, but in reality, they are just in a slightly larger cage.”

Seeing the flickering ancient castle behind Bedivere and the soul energy surging inside it, Roger’s face suddenly revealed a smile.

“Pure soul energy, it seems I can make use of it as well.”

He charged in front of Bedivere, his Cursed Sword flying out of his hand!

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