Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 476 - Chapter 476 Chapter 469 Clash with the First Knight (Two and

Chapter 476: Chapter 469: Clash with the First Knight (Two and One) Chapter 476: Chapter 469: Clash with the First Knight (Two and One) “It’s odd, it doesn’t feel like we’re inside the Cursed Land.”

Roger wrapped one arm around Amanda’s waist, his eyes swiftly scanning their surroundings.

“Who cares what place this is, let me just burn it down!” Firelight flashed in Amanda’s eyes as she casually swung her arm, sending a three-meter long Fire Whip sweeping across, and the area engulfed in flames began to burn rapidly.

Roger wasn’t sure what consequences would fall upon the land below, so with a single clap, he soared higher while the flames had already spread through the entire room.

Although everything their eyes could see was melting away like an oil painting, the furniture and timber were still turned to black ash by the flames.

Then, the entire space cracked open in the middle, just like a piece of charred paper being torn apart.

Familiar scenery emerged before them, and the two dropped down from the air, not far away stood Louis, pale-faced, holding a charred painting.

“It’s really you!”

“You trickster!”

Amanda yelled lowly, her whip lashing out.

Louis proved to be very agile, sensing the danger as soon as Amanda raised her hand, and he quickly dodged to the side; the easel behind him was bisected from top to bottom by Amanda’s whip.

Amanda advanced in pursuit; those who had been standing around the podium were still in a daze, clustering together and blocking Amanda’s way.

“Move away!!”

A hint of spiritual power’s Intimidation mingled in Amanda’s voice, and a woman at the front flinched dramatically, then doubled over with her hands clutching her head, beginning to vomit.

The others were more or less in the same condition; Amanda, without slowing, raised her Fire Whip again.

“Let’s see where you’ll run to this time!!”

Obviously, there was no escape for Louis behind him, but at that moment, Louis, who was cornered, suddenly stopped in his tracks, then shifted sideways, crashing towards a distant monitor.

Something bizarre happened.

At the moment of impact with the monitor, Louis’s entire body shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the center of the screen.

“What is this thing?!”

Even Roger was surprised, and he quickly spotted something amiss.

“These monitors…”

After Louis left, the monitors hanging in the room changed state; the moving figures on the screen gradually became still, and slowly, the big and small screens all turned into hanging paintings!

“These aren’t surveillance devices at all!”

Angry, Amanda threw her whip, easily tearing apart a row of paintings on the wall, but just then Roger heard a faint cry for help.

He looked carefully.

On the torn canvas, the previously still figures underwent a new change, as if a crack appeared out of nowhere in a real-world house, and the people panic-strickenly cried out, fleeing in all directions.

“This guy’s paintings are really strange!”

Thinking of the recent deaths of several painting owners, Roger seemed to understand something.

If someone stared at his paintings for long enough, their vital energy would unwittingly be drawn into the artwork.

And should the paintings be reprocessed or destroyed at that time, some terrible things would be reflected upon the Observer.

This seemed like a curse, yet it bore no wave of Spell Energy, more mysterious and harder to detect than a curse.

Had it not been for the frequent incidents, ordinary Transcendents might never have tied the matter to him, no matter how much they investigated.

As the people lying on the ground continued to vomit, Roger pulled Amanda aside.

“If this Louis can travel freely through the world in the paintings, then we might never be able to find him.”

The eerie scene they just witnessed reminded Amanda, and she dared not attack rashly anymore, her gaze quickly sweeping across the paintings on the wall.

“If we destroy the paintings here, is the whole manor going to collapse with it?”

It was hard to imagine how dozens upon hundreds of landscape paintings encompassed the entire manor as if they were surveillance devices.

And Louis could move through the manor’s paper canvases.

Such an ability…

“What do we do now?”

Amanda was getting anxious; if she let Louis escape here, it’d be way too difficult to catch him in the future.

“Don’t panic,” Roger said calmly, comforting her, “Stay calm and don’t be deceived by that guy, his abilities can’t be that strong.”

“If he could use any painting for teleportation and killing, would he have been so cautious just now?”

He reflected on the incidents that had occurred very recently.

“I surmise that this Louis’s abilities definitely have limitations we don’t know about, and such abilities likely don’t stem from within, but from some Cursed Item.”

“The more powerful the Cursed Item, sometimes the more stringent are the conditions for its use.”

“These paintings weren’t created easily.”

Hearing Roger’s words, Amanda’s furrowed brows relaxed. Suddenly faced with this situation, she had been momentarily at a loss, but now, having calmed down, quickly grasped the logic behind it all.

“We’ll act separately.”

Amanda glanced at Roger, “You stay here, keep an eye on all the paintings, I’ll go out and find that guy’s trail!”

“Once we clear out the manor, even if we have to tear this place down, we must find him!”

“No need.”

Roger shook his head, a sense of inexplicable crisis rising in his heart, “This place is very strange, let’s not separate lightly.”