Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 409 - Chapter 409 Chapter 409 The Freedom You Wanted (6)

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: The Freedom You Wanted (6) Chapter 409: Chapter 409: The Freedom You Wanted (6) “What are you doing?”

Bedivere laughed crazily, “You don’t think that the weapon in your hands can absorb the soul energy I’ve painstakingly gathered, do you?”

“Who said I want to absorb the energy inside?”

“I only need to interrupt you, and that will be enough!”

As soon as Roger finished speaking, the dark energy on the Cursed Sword erupted suddenly. The soul energy amassed by Bedivere seemed majestic, but it was what he had slowly accumulated over countless years.

Although the quantity was considerable, the quality was poor.

Now attacked by the powerful dark energy, countless Soul Shards immediately exploded and were completely tainted.

“Stop!”

The soul energy was the important reason why Bedivere could maintain his body’s existence. If Roger destroyed it completely, even if he killed everyone present, he wouldn’t be able to make up for his loss.

Ignoring his attack on Roger, and watching as the Soul Shards in the castle were invaded and blackened by the Cursed Sword’s rampage, a trace of heartache flashed in Bedivere’s eyes.

A section of the castle exploded with a bang, creating a terrible force that blew the rampaging Cursed Sword away. Immediately afterward, Bedivere brought his hands together, intending to close the entrance between the Silver Page and the real world.

Roger didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all. His figure flashed, appearing between Bedivere and the black castle. With an outstretched hand, the Cursed Sword, blown away by the explosive soul energy, strangely traced an arc and fell into Roger’s hand at high speed.

Between Roger and the Cursed Sword there wasn’t nothingness, but a pitch-black cloak turned into a thin veil of black smoke. One end was wrapped around Roger’s wrist, the other end tied to the hilt of the Cursed Sword.

With a low shout from Roger, the soul energy that Bedivere had just voluntarily abandoned was pulled into the Cursed Sword as if by traction.

His eyes were like the night, and at that moment, the aura around Roger reached its peak.

“Thank you for your gift.”

During his breaths, dark energy surged.

“I have never been as powerful as I am at this moment!”

The weapon was raised high, but in the blink of an eye, there was no massive momentum, no violent power. Henrik and Goway, standing at a distance, couldn’t even capture the trajectory of Roger’s sword swing!

By this time, Bedivere had turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man. His absorption of soul energy had been interrupted by Roger, and his power had not fully returned to its peak.

His hair standing on end, Bedivere knew that if he couldn’t block this strike, he would very likely die.

Red, fiery patterns lit up on his armor, and the weapon in his hand burned fiercely. He looked like a blossoming Flame Sea Flower.

[Flame Sea Flower]

The moment the flame flower fully enveloped Bedivere, Roger’s strike also silently glided down.

Boom, boom, boom!

Bedivere was thrown back, crashing into a distant hill after flying tens of meters away, and his whole body was embedded in the soil.

After striking Bedivere with one blow, Roger seemed to have the upper hand, but he himself was in bad shape, his wounds bursting open and bleeding.

If it weren’t for the protection of the Quinn Dharma Seal, the unarmored Roger would have been torn apart by the violent energy in the collision just now.

His body surged with dark energy, and he seemed to feel no pain at all. Blue Blood Vessels gradually spread across his entire face as Roger dashed forward with a burst of speed.

“Don’t let that weapon take over your senses!” Goway’s shouting came from a distance, but Roger was completely unable to hear it at this point.

Bedivere spat out a mouthful of blood, his face aging instantly. Then, with crackling sounds coming from his body, his armor exploded, the glow dimmed, and it became a pile of scrap metal.

He was about to raise his sword to block, but as he lifted his hand, he realized that his weapon had already shattered to pieces!

“Kill, kill, kill!”

The dark energy in Roger’s eyes faded, and his eyes blood red, filled with brutal murderous intent.

Bedivere suddenly had a thought, and he swiftly activated the Silver Manuscript. The pitch-black castle reemerged overhead, but he didn’t choose to pour soul energy into his body.

With a trace of pain in his eyes, the black castle collapsed massively, and countless unclaimed Soul Shards surged out.

“Haha, since you want it, I’ll give it all to you!”

Roger subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand, and the next second, an influx of soul energy engulfed it.

He first let out a burst of hearty laughter, but as the energy poured in, the Cursed Sword grew more and more powerful, with dark energy steadily compressing his sanity.

He raised the weapon in his hand, seemingly about to slash his own neck!

“Control it!”

A sharp voice echoed in his mind, and from afar, Goway let out a scream, her eyes, ears, and nostrils oozing blood, as she fainted to the ground.

Roger’s eyes gained a moment of clarity, and the Cursed Sword flew from his grasp, piercing through the energy shroud of the black castle, and lodging itself into a large rock in the distance!

Bedivere had clearly used special means to tightly link himself with the black castle above him. Having been penetrated by the Cursed Sword, he too suffered an injury and could not help but scream in pain.

He struggled to stand up.

“All your power comes from that sword, and without that weapon, I want to see how you will fight me now…”

Before he could finish speaking, Roger took a step forward, pushing his palm forward.

[Alder]

Bedivere’s expression changed drastically as strange energy surged into his wound, and his body was thrust back into the deep pit he had just been forced out of by the overpowering force.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

Roger focused his attention, and without waiting for Bedivere to react, the Alder Dharma Seal blasted out again.

Time and again!

The thunderous impact resounded across the entire hillside.

Under the assault of the Alder Dharma Seal, Bedivere was like being pounded deep into the earth by a massive pile driver, then bit by bit, driven deep underground!

The dull thuds even vibrated the distant lake, with Henrik watching the scene unfold with a face full of horror.

“Poor Bedivere…”

Finally, as dirt flew up from beneath his feet and Bedivere could no longer be seen, Roger exhaled and stopped attacking.

“That’s the 16th way to die.”

“It even saves on a tombstone.”

A Heritage Knight shouldn’t die so easily, but under Roger’s relentless onslaught, the Mind Movement Blast of the Alder Dharma Seal had left Bedivere’s insides in complete disarray.

When Henrik helped to dig Bedivere out from the ground, what they saw was a near-human shape of minced flesh.

“This guy is still not dead?”

Henrik exclaimed, gaining a new appreciation for the vitality of a Third Tier Transcendent.

“Why bother? If you had just let us go earlier, would any of this have happened?”

Henrik crouched down, seemingly considering Bedivere’s predicament.

“Anything else you want to say?”

Roger bent down and asked Bedivere.

“Throw my body into the lake,”

“It’s their turn to eat me now.”

“Finally, freedom.”

He exhaled lengthily, his chest caving in entirely.

“200 years, too long…”

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