Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 445 - Chapter 445 Chapter 445 The End

Chapter 445: Chapter 445: The End Chapter 445: Chapter 445: The End As the sun disappeared, night fell, and with it, Gawain’s radiance dimmed, his vitality fading rapidly.

“As a Radiant Knight, the sun is your strongest support and also your most fatal weakness.”

“Your strength ebbs and flows with the rising and setting of the sun, Gawain. You are destined to only walk in the sunlight.”

Emotions swirled in Lancelot’s eyes, his pride made him disdain such tactics, yet deep within him was a craving.

Or rather, a foresight for certain situations that led him to make such preparations long ago.

Lancelot knew that a battle between him and Gawain was inevitable.

In fact, the moment he made his preparations, he had internally admitted that he was no match for Gawain at his peak.

And that was what he found hardest to accept.

“Heh.”

Even as his vitality weakened, Gawain still maintained his composure, letting out a cold laugh.

“You’re always like this, pretending to be noble, yet so insincere.”

“If you want me dead, just do it yourself; why all the nonsense!”

At that moment, the sun disappeared completely from the sky, and the shield and longsword in Gawain’s hands disintegrated as they lost their source of power, vanishing into specks of light in the air.

Lancelot let out a dragon-like cry as he exhaled, frost spreading forward along his weapon.

The cracks in the greatsword were mended, he leaped forward covering ten meters in a single step, his weapon slashing down from the void.

“Farewell, Gawain!”

“I will always remember this battle with you!”

Hum!

The air was cleaved like a wave, and Lancelot’s weapon descended upon Gawain’s head.

But just then, Gawain, whose vitality had ebbed to its lowest, suddenly lifted his head.

A slight smile played on his lips, but that usually gentle and peaceful smile appeared somewhat hideous in Lancelot’s eyes at that moment.

More disturbingly, the white glow surrounding Gawain vanished, his pupils spreading black across his entire eyeballs, his eyes becoming as deep as the night.

This was a cruel elegance.

Lancelot could never have anticipated such a turn of events; he had almost exhausted all his strength in his strike and could only watch, helplessly, as Gawain elusively retreated, dodging the deadly attack at the last possible moment!

Bang!

The greatsword struck the ground, cracking it. Gawain took a step forward, trampling on Lancelot’s sword. He approached Lancelot like a ghost.

“My power indeed fluctuates with the rising and setting of the sun…”

The indifferent voice penetrated his mind.

“But who told you that I would become weak after the sun disappears?”

“Not wishing to walk in darkness doesn’t mean I am weakest in the night.”

Splash!

Lancelot felt something sharp pierce his chest; he had been too careless.

Up close, he witnessed the terrifying transformation over Gawain. The radiant figure shining like the sun, the White Horse Prince, vanished, replaced by a demon of the night!

Agony spread, his body flying backward.

“It’s because… in my night form, I am too hideous!”

Gawain revealed his ghastly white teeth.

“You… you are not Gawain!” Blood spurted from Lancelot’s mouth.

“I haven’t been for a long time, or perhaps, only a part of me ever was,” replied Gawain, shaking his head. “Honestly, I never had any interest in the so-called position of captain.”

He looked at Lancelot with pity.

“First Knight?”

“Without freedom, you are nothing.”

“You… you actually took over Gawain’s body, someone can occupy the body of a Heritage Knight?”

This is too complicated, far more troublesome than a simple soul transfer. Lancelot couldn’t even begin to imagine how the person before him managed to pull it off.

It required long-term preparation, as well as a perfect opportunity.

He watched Gawain in shock. If his conjecture was correct, the one who had taken over Gawain’s body would be incredibly powerful!

In a flash, he seemed to have realized a lot of things.

But just as Gawain was about to make his move, to kill the grievously wounded Lancelot, Gerant suddenly let out a painful scream in the distance.

He clutched his chest and knelt on the ground.

At the same time, Lancelot’s wounds began to heal at an incredibly fast pace. In just a moment, he stood up again, and it seemed as though his vitality had returned to its peak.

Indeed, not every powerful Heritage Knight is willing to be controlled by others. Lancelot had his own plans and had indeed made attempts, but it was clear he had not yet broken free from his restraints.

“Compared to the real Radiant Knight, you fall far short.”

Gawain shook his head, as he clearly noticed the changes in Lancelot.

“How much are you willing to sacrifice for freedom?”

“Dignity, life, or even one’s self?”

Lancelot’s eyes flickered; he seemed to understand something.

The things happening to this guy before him were far from simple.

Gawain made an odd hand sign, and the space around him violently fluctuated. Lancelot watched all this without moving to stop him.

Even though he appeared to have fully recovered, he was in fact barely holding on. Continuing the fight would likely only lead to both sides being badly hurt.

If Gawain had already been eroded and was no longer the Heritage Knight, then it seemed that Lancelot’s own goal had somehow been indirectly achieved…

Until the passageway formed, Lancelot didn’t take that step forward.

At that moment, a dense dark power exploded in the distance. The force was so strong that it almost pierced through the ceiling of the Third Tier.

The quantity of energy being dealt with was so great that it pushed the fluctuations to another level entirely.

“This mist…”

A trace of surprise flashed in Gawain’s eyes. His recent experiences had led him to believe that the so-called mist was just bluster, but now, it seemed much stronger than he had anticipated.

Gawain stepped into the passageway, giving Lancelot one last look.

“Go see for yourself, your knights might all be dead!”

No sooner had the words left his lips than his body disappeared from the spot.

Watching Gawain leave, Lancelot hesitated no longer; his body leapt forward, speeding towards the direction of the explosion.

Disorder and wreckage were everywhere, trees were down, and the ground was pocked with holes.

Lancelot had not gone far when he saw the mount of Lanmaroc. The Rock Bear had been torn to pieces, its body parts scattered all around.

Under one chunk of flesh, he found the battered Lanmaroc.

Lanmaroc’s right hand was twisted into a strange shape, his eyes tightly closed, unconscious, and not far from him, groans could be heard.

Lancelot moved forward, finding Bos’s body as tough as metal. Yet now, the metallic surface was covered with fine cracks, with dark energy burrowing in and out of the crevices, eating away at Bos’s vitality.

“Too strong, that guy is just too strong!”

Bos said in broken sentences.

A sense of heaviness settled in Lancelot’s heart. “What about Percival and the others?”

“They were killed, the Inheritance Core was destroyed too!”

Bos struggled to lift his head to look at Lancelot. “What about… Gawain?”

Lancelot’s face was as cold as frost, and for a moment he didn’t know how to answer that question.

…

Shadow Cottage.

Roger discarded the Cursed Sword in his hand, wounds gaping and blood staining the ground in front of him.

He couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh, “They say that a weapon is a Demon Hunter’s lover, but this kind of lover, a few more dates with it could really be the death of me!”

He had envisioned many outcomes for this transaction, but none had been as thrilling as what was happening right now.

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