Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 416 - Chapter 416 Chapter 416 Trap

Chapter 416: Chapter 416 Trap Chapter 416: Chapter 416 Trap Defeating and killing are two different concepts.

In a very short amount of time, within a certain spatial range, the difficulty of killing a monster shoots up dramatically.

Because this means that those involved in the battle are likely to face unnecessary dangers.

“Don’t worry, I am proficient in powerful vitality spells. As long as you are not killed instantly, I can assure you all will maintain a glimmer of life and then return to Dublin.”

“You are Heritage Knights, even if a body is destroyed, as long as the inheritance ceremony is completed, you can have a new one.”

Yebeni wore a relaxed expression.

“This battle should pose no difficulty for you,”

“You dog…”

“We got it!!” Gaheris interrupted Gareth’s cursing abruptly; any further words were meaningless now.

“Let’s wait and rest. How long do you need to prepare the corresponding ceremonies, and how big exactly is our combat area?”

Gaheris didn’t engage in any more pointless arguments but went straight to the point.

Roger stood to one side, observing coldly all along. He could sense that Yebeni bore some ill will toward them.

Although probably not intending to take their lives, he mostly wished to see the four in trouble, preferably with one of them getting seriously injured.

“The relationships among the three major forces are truly complex… not wholly antagonistic, and even cooperative at times, but such undisguised malice…”

And what reasons does the Privy Council, above these three major forces, have for allowing their subordinates to maintain such a status?

Or perhaps, it was precisely because of the Privy Council’s deliberate indulgence that the situation turned into what it was now.

“Let’s set off.”

Gaheris received a message from ahead, and the group made their way to a certain place in the woods according to instructions.

“Wait here for me.”

Yebeni’s figure vanished from the spot, dashing through the woods at high speed. When he returned to the original spot, his face was somewhat pale.

It seemed that he must have cast some spell in the woods during that time.

Weird tones surged from his mouth, the surrounding leaves rustled loudly, and there were booming sounds from the forest; dust billowed, and a dozen large trees fell in the distance.

Green energy surged around him, Yebeni’s body floated in mid-air, followed swiftly by red smoke rising near the fallen trees.

“You might not know, but the Deerhead Spirit’s favorite food is a monster called the Thorn Tree. Just now, I’ve laid out a massive array around us.”

“The foundation of the array is the Thorn Tree. By catalyzing it with a spell, the smoke released during its growth will spread extremely fast.”

“It won’t take long for the Deerhead Spirit to arrive here. Before the smoke dissipates, unless it senses a fatal danger, it won’t leave easily.”

“And that is the best time for you to kill it!”

Yebeni instructed. Despite his nasty temperament, he was an undoubted Third-Tier Druid. Upon entering the third tier, apart from many spells, Yebeni’s combat power was also not to be underestimated.

Everyone waited patiently, surrounded by red smoke. With the spread of the smoke, finally, a familiar howling echoed from the distant woods.

“It’s here!”

“Everyone, get ready!”

Gareth tore off his upper garments, tapped a pendant on his neck, and the surrounding earth and stones tumbled, climbing over his entire body from his ankles and forming a heavy set of rock armor.

In his hands, he held two battle axes, his blood boiling, ready to launch a charge at any moment!

“Another cursed item.”

Roger watched with envy.

Gaheris had already drawn his weapon as well: a long spear that shimmered with a blue light. His right hand, which held the spear, became nearly transparent, while on his left arm, he wore a finely meshed armguard.

Clenching his fist, blue electric light flashed by.

“These guys…”

Roger looked towards Tristan, who had simply drawn her longsword. Noticing Roger’s gaze, she gave a bitter smile.

“In the last battle, I was brought to the brink of death by that monster. All my protective gear was shattered, so I’m afraid I can’t rush to the front this time.”

“Undergoing sequential inheritance ceremonies in a short time causes great trauma to the soul.”

“But leave the other monsters summoned by the Deerhead Spirit to me.”

Tristan had suffered heavy losses in the last fight and had just completed an Inheritance Ceremony. Her strength had not yet returned to its peak, so she knew adding herself to the fight against the Deerhead Spirit would only hold everyone else back. Therefore, she took the initiative to undertake other tasks.

The ground rumbled and shook as if something terrifying was approaching.

The first thing to appear was the unmistakable pair of antlers of the Deerhead Spirit.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Roger always felt that the monster appearing before him was even bigger than last time, which wasn’t good news. It likely meant that the monster’s power had also changed.

“It’s starting!”

“I’ll draw its attention first!”

The Deerhead Spirit seemed to ignore the group and walked straight towards the area engulfed in red smoke; finding the right moment, Gareth, like a crazed rhinoceros, advanced with heavy steps.

Each step left a deep imprint; his weighty footsteps cratered the earth. Before the Deerhead Spirit could react, Gareth raised his battle axes high, erupting in a radiant white light.

[Bull Charge]

The battle axes whirled, cleaving into the Deerhead Spirit’s back following the full force of the charge!

The body of the Deerhead Spirit was a withered yellow color. When Gareth’s axe struck it, it didn’t feel like cutting into flesh and blood.

Thud!

Following a dull sound, the Deerhead Spirit cried out in agony. Its body toppled forward under the immense force, and at the same time, Gaheris, who had been closely watching the battle, wasn’t idle either.

[Thunderstrike]

He shot up into the air, his body stretching out like an enormous drawn bow. In the next instant, lightning flashed, and the long spear in his hand transformed into a blue streak of electric light, piercing the eyes of the falling Deerhead Spirit in a split second.

Such a coordinated attack had been practiced countless times in secret by the Gareth brothers, with the aim of inflicting terrible wounds on the monster in the very first moment of confrontation.

And indeed, just as they had anticipated, after countless simulations, Gaheris’s strongest attack struck the Deerhead Spirit as he had hoped.

But the moment the long spear pierced the Deerhead Spirit’s face, the bizarre skeletal mask on its head suddenly swelled, quickly inflating to the size of a door!

Clang!

A harsh impact rang out.

The thrust of the spear was obstructed mid-flight, and the Deerhead Spirit recovered from the assault, letting out a roar. In the sonic shock, rather than retreating, it advanced. The White Bone Faceplate, unable to withstand the collision, emitted a strained groan and then shattered explosively.

It was then that Roger was able to clearly see the true face beneath the Deerhead Spirit’s strange faceplate.

“Now’s the time!”

Gaheris shouted loudly.

This was the strategy the three of them had agreed upon beforehand: the Gareth brothers would strike first to destroy the Deerhead Spirit’s strongest defense, and then Roger would deliver the fatal blow!

Roger clutched the Sword of the Sun in his hand, yet just as he was about to, a horrifying crisis swept through his body, and he couldn’t help but glance aside!