Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 432 - Chapter 432 Chapter 432 Third Tier Peak (Thanks to the

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Third Tier Peak (Thanks to the alliance leader, the Quirky Train) Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Third Tier Peak (Thanks to the alliance leader, the Quirky Train) The white fascia had nearly covered every corner inside his body, muscles and bones thoroughly remodeled, clenching his fist, explosive power burst from his fingertips.

A casual kick shattered a nearby boulder at the sound, calming his heart, merely fueled by surging blood and energy, his aura alone could intimidate ordinary beasts.

This was the natural authority formed once the body was enhanced to a certain extent.

Just then, as the effects of the potion waned, the channel between his body and spiritual power began to disintegrate.

When this channel completely vanished, it signified the end of communication between the two, only to be restored upon taking another potion. Of course, this presumed that there was still a gap between Roger’s spiritual power and his physical body, otherwise the Conversion Potion would be ineffective.

As the channel dissolved, just when Roger thought it was about to vanish entirely, a special force emerged from his body.

This strange power entered the channel, unexpectedly beginning to rapidly repair the disintegrating conduit.

In the end, although the potion’s effects faded and the channel began to disintegrate, due to this strange energy’s repair work, there remained an imperceptibly thin link between the two.

“What’s going on?” Roger carefully investigated and soon found the source of this abnormal energy.

“Pale Blood.”

It was, indeed, a bit of Pale Blood absorbed from Abraham.

“Can this stuff actually be used to solidify the channel between the spirit and the body?!”

Roger instantly became interested.

With the Transmutation Potion, as long as there was a gap between his spirit and body, he could use the potion to strengthen himself.

However, this enhancement was temporary, and there was a good chance that after completing the Dream Trials, he would lose the corresponding effects.

Every time he took the potion, a certain drug resistance would develop, which would also affect the transformation between the two.

If the channel could be completely solidified, did that mean that even after completing the Dream Trials, he could continue to enhance his physical attributes through this solidified channel?

If it were truly possible, the improvement for Roger would be more than marginal.

The conditions to produce Pale Blood were extremely harsh, and it was difficult for one person to completely absorb the Pale Blood produced by another’s body.

And with one’s own production of Pale Blood barely sufficient for self-advancement, who would waste it elsewhere?

It was this peculiar connection between Roger and Abraham that allowed him to accommodate the Pale Blood generated by Abraham’s body.

This also afforded Roger additional possibilities for advancement.

Thinking this, he calculated the remaining Transmutation Potion he had, rested for a while, then took some more of the potion.

The familiar sensation came again.

Only now, there was no gap between his spirit and body as they were on the same level.

Unable to transform, the potion’s effect quickly diminished.

At that moment, Roger took out the Lantern, wrapping his hands with the burning Pale flames.

The Pale fire drilled into his skin, muscles and bones at high speed, then swiftly gathered atop the channel formed by the Conversion Potion.

Roger’s eyes brightened.

“It’s actually working!”

He was overjoyed.

The channel was still disintegrating but at a much slower pace, and when all the potion’s effect had vanished, there remained between Roger’s body and spirit a vague and extremely narrow channel!

At this point, the fireball inside the Lantern had shrunk a bit; Roger thought about pushing forward to solidify the entire channel, but after a moment’s consideration, decided to curb that impulse.

The Hart Spirit’s Horn and the Vampire’s fang were obviously precious materials, and it was by a fortuitous coincidence that he had collected these two types.

Since the method was feasible, it was still better to proceed step by step. If he used up all the Conversion Potions without forming a stable channel, or if the channel continued to disintegrate over time.

By then, without Conversion Potions and without fully completing the Dream Trials, Roger’s troubles would have grown considerably.

He also needed to use the Pale Blood in his hand to attract Abraham’s attention.

The best way was to use the Pale Blood while enhancing his strength, so as to ensure the progress of his cultivation and stabilize the channel.

After putting the Lantern and Potions back into the Storage Box, Roger felt the changes in his body, with the increase in strength and defense being the most astonishing.

In terms of physical strength alone, he had more than doubled compared to before the Dream Trials, and as his spirit and body became more harmonious, his Control Power was still on the rise.

Without exaggeration, even without using the Cursed Sword, the strength that Roger could unleash at this moment was similar to when he had fought Bedivere, or perhaps even stronger!

And this was not even accounting for the boost provided by his Dharma Seal.

In terms of combat power alone, Roger had now reached the pinnacle of the Third Tier, and if he used the Cursed Sword…

At that thought, he took out the Cursed Sword that was placed in the Storage Box, not bothering to wrap it with the cape-like gloves, he directly grabbed the sword’s hilt.

The cold hilt stimulated his skin, a sensation that didn’t come from the metal itself but from the dense Dark Energy enshrouding the Cursed Sword.

This time, Roger could clearly feel the change as the energy flooded into his body.

His strong physical strength helped him suppress part of the backlash, and the rest that surged into his mind was also kept at bay by the spinning funnel-shaped Dharma Seal model.

[Blood Feast]

Roger activated the special ability of the Cursed Sword.

The pitch-black blade trembled joyfully, with the Dark Energy flowing on it surging into his body; Roger let out a long breath, his body swelling slightly, raising the Longsword upward.

[Wild Bite]

The pitch-black wolf’s head with its crimson eyes roared past in a flash.

Almost instantaneously, loud booms came from afar. Within a 10-meter radius in front of Roger, he had carved out a path with a single slash.

All the large trees blocking his path were cut off at the waist, the trunks corroded by Dark Energy, and the wood shavings floated in the wind.

His clothes fluttered, flowing up his arms to his hands, transforming back into a pair of pitch-black gloves.

With the isolation of the cape, the Dark Power gradually subsided, and Roger also detached himself from that strange and powerful state.

“Phew…”

He had merely sampled it without fully activating the energy inside the Cursed Sword, yet even so, because of the enhancement to his own strength, plus the amplification from the Cursed Sword, Roger, when he activated Blood Feast, was much stronger than before.

“It’s just that I don’t know how far it is compared to the so-called Fourth Tier.”

“Soon, once I fully complete the Dream Trials, my strength should be able to increase by several notches again.”

Roger nodded in satisfaction, placing the weapon back into the Storage Box.

This would become his trump card, which must not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

Having left the Fairy Tale World, Roger didn’t immediately begin cultivating. He tended to the entire manor himself, slowly adapting to the surge in power.

It was the calm before the storm, and for several days, surprisingly, no one disturbed Roger’s leisurely life.

Just as Roger had gotten used to this pace of life and fully mastered his physical strength, Henrik unexpectedly returned to the manor with a woman.

Seeing that woman, a strange expression crossed Roger’s face.