Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 442 - Chapter 442 Chapter 442 Youre Dead (5)

Chapter 442: Chapter 442: You’re Dead (5) Chapter 442: Chapter 442: You’re Dead (5) “Boom!”

Taking advantage of Abraham’s distraction, Roger punched him, sending him flying.

Abraham flew back a dozen meters, crashing into a large tree; he saw Roger’s momentum suddenly surge in the distance.

But just as he braced for the next attack he thought Roger would launch, Roger glanced swiftly at something in the distance, then turned and ran away.

“He’s running… why is he running?”

It took Abraham a full three seconds to come to his senses, after which he flapped his wings and flew into the air, chasing after Roger.

At this time, Roger was unaware that the Paladin had exposed his identity and had begun fighting with the other Round Table Knights.

In his view, a lone Paladin against six Round Table Knights would eventually be killed, and it wouldn’t take long before these people would turn their attention to hunting him and Abraham.

This was a sealed Cursed Land; normally, a common Transcendent here has only two choices: wait to die or fight desperately.

But Roger was different; he now had three Hunter’s Cabins.

As long as he could increase the distance between himself and the others, he could completely use the newly upgraded Temporary Migration function to temporarily create a Hunter’s Cabin in a suitable area and then return to the real world through this cabin.

So any so-called desperate situation or sealed Cursed Land was meaningless to him.

Even though he had the ability to kill everyone, it would be difficult to ensure that his identity wasn’t exposed during such fierce combat.

If even one person escaped, Roger would face the Privy Council’s relentless pursuit.

To widen the gap, to leave this place.

That was what Roger wanted to do at this moment.

He was looking for a time difference.

But while Roger wanted to leave, Abraham relentlessly pursued him, even feeling a strange sense of panic.

Too fast, Roger’s power was increasing too rapidly.

At this moment, he truly started to doubt Roger’s identity, and at this rate of improvement, he would be powerless in their next encounter.

So this might be his only chance to take back the Pale Blood.

[Blood Ignition]

A twinge of heartache flashed in Abraham’s eyes as he reluctantly drew every strand of Pale Blood distributed throughout his body; his blood gathered at his chest, and within its pulsing, the pale flames turned a tinge of green!

Abraham was burning the Remnant Souls he had devoured over countless years!

“You’re not going to get away from here!”

This reckless enhancement caused a conflict between his body and soul that weren’t fully fused, spreading further and even affecting Abraham’s judgment.

He wasn’t even aware that his recent changes were due to the side effects of the friction between his body and soul.

A dike will collapse by the burrowing of an ant.

If it weren’t for Roger, Abraham’s new body and soul would have fused perfectly, but one mistake led to many, and small cracks expanded over time.

At this moment, his only thought was to kill the despicable thief with all he had, to take back everything he had lost.

“Has this guy gone mad?” Roger was surprised by the hatred Abraham felt towards him.

Trapped in a sealed Cursed Land, shouldn’t the first thought be to leave?

Roger’s heart sank; the longer the delay, the greater the danger.

He didn’t know when the Paladin’s fight would end, but a strong sense of crisis urged Roger to make another choice.

To continue fleeing to shake off Abraham.

Or to turn around and strike hard, to kill him in the shortest time!

In the blink of an eye, Roger made his final decision!

He stopped running, standing on a huge rock, watching Abraham swoop down from the sky.

“Be quick, don’t give the opponent any chance to resist!”

Both at the peak of the Third Tier, proficient in Soul Control abilities, and holding air superiority, a guy like Abraham, if he intended to escape, Roger really had no way to deal with him.

Therefore, he knew that to kill Abraham, he only had one chance to strike.

This was why Roger had never exposed his most important trump card during the chase just now.

Because he knew the special nature of the Cursed Sword would surely draw Abraham’s attention once revealed.

So, with the sword drawn, Abraham must die!

“One sword strike, an unexpected one!”

Watching Roger standing still, Abraham was puzzled, but still launched an attack.

He called himself the Soul Devourer, so Abraham’s strongest attribute was not his physical combat ability, but his research into Soul Power.

This time, he did not plummet from midair to launch the attack like before. His large black wings spread open, and green flames sprouted from his head and the tips of both wings at the same time.

The three flames surged with the wind, and within the burning flames were countless faces of despair!

[Soul Devouring]

Abraham let out a sharp cry, the sound waves carrying over a great distance, even affecting Bos and others who were chasing from behind.

“Be careful, everyone. One of these guys is proficient in soul attacks,” Bos called out loudly.

“We must deal with that fellow quickly, unite our strength to kill him, and then take on the other, the so-called big fish.”

The three green flames, burning, converged into one, and within the fire, one could see a hazy figure formed from countless remnants.

The figure ignored normal physical rules and almost instantly appeared in front of Roger, not needing any defense.

Intense Soul Pressure came forth; his attack was not aimed at Roger’s body but at his soul.

[Aden]

A flash of purple light passed by, almost instantaneously forming underneath Roger’s feet. The next second, the green phantom pierced through Roger’s body!

“You’re done!”

Abraham’s cold laughter echoed from the sky.

Boom!

Abraham’s sharp claws whipped across Roger like a blade!

Rustle!

The sharp edges sliced into Roger’s body, erupting into a blinding light.

That was the Quinn Dharma Seal automatically activating its defense.

“In a soul-separated state, you have at least five seconds where you can only be a toy in my hands; one second to breach your defenses, and the remaining four seconds are more than enough for me to play you to death!”

Abraham laughed maniacally, swinging his hands rapidly, and in just a moment, numerous strikes landed on the same spot on Roger’s body.

The Quinn Dharma Seal shattered in response, and Abraham’s arm, sharp like a knife, pierced Roger’s abdomen.

“Next, I’m going to rip out your organs, one by one!”

But just then, the purple Dharma Seal hidden beneath Roger’s feet built up to its peak and then explosively expanded!

Abraham instinctively sensed danger; he wanted to flee, but in the next moment, Roger’s eyes, emitting a strange glow, caught his gaze.

[Axis]

In an instant, he seemed to see himself tearing Roger apart, reclaiming the Pale Blood, and then breaking through to become a Fourth Tier Transcendent.

“Not good.” Snapping back to reality instantly, Abraham saw a faint smile playing on the lips of Roger.

What followed was an incredible scene. The Roger standing opposite him simply shifted slightly, and then, from the interlacing shades of their palms, he drew a Longsword as if from the Abyss!

Abraham, terror-stricken, wanted to flee, but in the next second, the Dark Energy flickering on the sword blade invaded his body.

Then he heard a voice beside his ear.

“You’re dead.”