Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 479 - Chapter 479 Chapter 470 Sword of Fate (Two in One)_2

Chapter 479: Chapter 470: Sword of Fate (Two in One)_2 Chapter 479: Chapter 470: Sword of Fate (Two in One)_2 “Ice and fire.”

The frenzy in his eyes slightly subsided, and the blue ice crystals bloomed.

“It seems this is a battle of destiny.”

“The opposition of ice and fire, the opposition between you and me!”

The ice crystals enshrouding Lancelot moved like living creatures, quickly condensing into a huge broadsword in his hands.

“Fine, I’ll indulge you; I’ll give you an honorable death!”

Three Igni Dharma Seals, spaced apart in a triangular formation, interlinked with each other, then reassembled into a new Igni Dharma Seal model.

The new Dharma Seal had greater power; the energy it condensed was stronger. Feeling the power emanating from Lancelot, Roger funneled all the energy gathered on the Dharma Seal into the Sword of the Sun floating in mid-air!

Although propelled by the energy of the Igni Dharma Seal, at this moment, Roger and the Sword of the Sun resonated perfectly, and he felt that burning, vast determination.

Roger took a step forward, his weapon flying from his hand.

“This is from Bedivere–”

[Sword of the Sun]

Roger roared.

[Frozen Spike]

Across from him, Lancelot had no fancy tricks; his body was the most powerful weapon. He ran to gain momentum, and then executed a thoroughly practiced Pierce!!

So simple, yet so powerful.

Lancelot was confident in his strength.

Boom!

The two forces clashed; ice and fire met, bringing a terrifying upheaval. The surrounding furniture and decor were destroyed beyond recognition, and the entire manor seemed to tremble with the impact.

“You’ve lost, Bedivere!”

A hint of a smile appeared on Lancelot’s face; he continued to surge forward as the power of the flames dwindled under the encroachment of the frost.

At the same time, he also sharply heard a faint crack coming from mid-air.

Crack!

Craaack!

A massive crack appeared on the blade of the Sword of the Sun. Under the pressure of the forces, the crack grew larger, and the noises merged into a continuous cacophony.

Eventually…

Bang!

Unable to withstand the pressure of the two forces, the Sword of the Sun shattered violently. Meanwhile, back at the Engelman Round Table Knights Order headquarters, in a secret room…

In the silver goblet representing Bedivere’s status, the clear water began to show a blood-like redness. Then the liquid bubbled up, spreading to the edge of the goblet before trickling down.

A figure appeared in the room.

Gaharad looked on in shock.

“What’s happened?”

“Bedivere is dead!!”

Lancelot’s attack had shattered the Sword of the Sun, and his momentum slowed. At this moment, there was no longer any barrier between him and Roger.

Without the Sword of the Sun, Roger was as defenseless as an ungarded lamb. Lancelot inhaled deeply, mustering the little strength that remained in his body.

Having just unleashed his full strength, he was relatively weaker now, but he believed Bedivere on the opposite side was even weaker.

Just a little more effort, perhaps the very next second, and he could behead his adversary, and then…

Lancelot, caught up in his excitement, didn’t notice the purple light fleeting through the burning floor.

The Aden Dharma Seal had been activated.

The second-tier Aden Dharma Seal had not only a terrible effect on Spiritual Bodies but more importantly… it influenced the soul.

Everything around slowed down.

His body, too, seemed to grow heavier.

Lancelot sensed something was wrong and was startled. By the time he decided to pull back and dodge, his soul was as if it were mired in mud.

At this critical moment, his body and soul conflicted with one another.

In that moment of bewilderment, Roger’s figure had already disappeared from his view.

A voice echoed in his ear.

“The Sword of Fate is double-edged, harming both others and oneself.”

Roger’s body had somehow appeared above Lancelot’s head; his cape fluttered in the wind, shrouding the area around them.

A weapon deeper than the night itself materialized in Roger’s hands from within the shadows.

“This is indeed an arrangement of destiny.”

Roger shouted lowly.

“It’s just that the sword is in my hand!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Cursed Sword in his hand, carrying a Heavy force, pierced into Lancelot’s neck!

Pu-chi!

Even with Roger’s current strength, combined with the Sharpness and erosion power of the Cursed Sword, there was some resistance as it entered Lancelot’s body.

Regrettably, Lancelot, deeply mired in the conflict between body and soul, was utterly unable to extricate himself from this condition. By the time he focused his mind to regain control of his body,

He faced an onslaught of pain, like a tide.

Pu-chi!

Roger twisted the blade while his body, descending, made a horizontal cut downwards, blood splattered, and the Cursed Sword split him in half along his spine.

The organs, hanging from the spine, cascaded out of the body noisily.

Upon landing, Roger’s body rotated, his weapon sweeping horizontally.

Chi!

Lancelot’s head soared high before death, and the last words he heard from Roger were, “Poor fellow, Green had already chosen the true successor for the Knights Order.”

“Who is it?”

Lancelot’s mouth was agape.

“Gaharad.”

Roger expelled a name.

“Pat-da!”

Lancelot’s head rolled on the ground; the handsome and suave First Knight’s face was filthy, his impeccable silver hair now stained with blood.

In a daze, Lancelot saw a foot stop in front of his head, followed immediately by something covering his face.

Feeling the strange breath transmitted from the other’s body, in that moment, Lancelot abruptly realized something.

“You…”

“You’re not…”

His face turned ashen, fully understanding the meaning of a term.

A plaything.

The fire around them grew fiercer, and Roger constantly guarded against any possible counterattack from Lancelot.

Based on the information he had previously obtained from Gawain, this guy possessed a bizarre ability to transfer fatal injuries.

It was precisely because of this that he had devised the plan just now, aiming to kill Lancelot in one fell swoop without giving him a chance to react.

So far…

Turning around, seeing the Inheritance Core rising from Lancelot’s corpse, Roger couldn’t help but show a slight smile.

At the same time, the Face Mask that Roger had been covering Lancelot’s face with had also fallen off.

[Dilio’s Face Mask]: It contains all the identities collected by Dilio while he was operating as The Faceless.

Upon use, one can switch between multiple identities at will. With no engagement in combat, it can perfectly imitate the character’s breath and energy fluctuations.

Number of Face Masks: 127.

New Face Masks can be created through the Soul Absorption ability; the creation of a new Face Mask requires time to adapt, gradually acquiring the character’s identity memories to achieve perfect inheritance.

A new Face Mask has been created.

Given his previous experience, this time, after capturing Lancelot’s Inheritance Core, Roger sent it immediately into the Cursed Cabin without a second thought.

He swiftly checked Lancelot’s body, and, adhering to the principle of not wasting, used the Cursed Sword to absorb all the Essence Blood from the corpse.

Alas, as a Third Tier Demon Hunter, to end up in a situation where even corpses must be scoured.

With this, all traces of Lancelot left behind in this place were thoroughly erased.

After completing all this, the flames around had utterly devoured the house. As if in a trance, the world before his eyes turned to ash, like a scorched canvas.

At this moment, Amanda, swept away by the torrent of paint, also found herself in a crisis.

Time went back to a few minutes earlier, Roger grabbed Amanda’s hand, but before they could even step out the door, the paintings hanging on the wall all melted away.

Then, the torrent submerged both of them.

“Roger!”

Amanda shouted his name, but immediately afterward, she was submerged by the overwhelming flood of paint.

She didn’t dare to open her mouth, nor did she dare to open her eyes, only passively enduring it all. To avoid being separated from Roger, she clung tightly to that large hand throughout.

Finally, the flow of the water seemed to slow down a bit, and Amanda felt her body being tossed up, a cool breeze hitting her face.

She opened her eyes to find herself falling to the ground at high speed.

“Roger, use the method you did before…”

Amanda turned her head, only to find no sign of Roger behind her.

What she had been holding onto tightly, turned out to be a severely swollen corpse!

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