Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 490 - Chapter 490 Chapter 476 Two Faces (Happy New Year to all

Chapter 490: Chapter 476: Two Faces (Happy New Year to all readers!) Chapter 490: Chapter 476: Two Faces (Happy New Year to all readers!) It was hard to believe that someone could carve out half of their body, the vivid red muscles and stark white bones exposed to the air, yet still manage to converse with him so calmly and nonchalantly.

Roger truly couldn’t comprehend creatures like the Mountain Woman.

The chunk of flesh torn off by the Mountain Woman twitched on the ground. Gradually, the blood disappeared, and the flesh turned into a clump of dark brown viscous matter.

The Mountain Woman carefully instructed Roger, repeating the entire process three times from start to finish, underscoring its importance.

Roger also asked repeatedly until he was sure there were no misunderstandings.

After leaving the forest, Roger quietly returned to the manor.

Even during the day, the Shadow World remained a gloomy gray. Before using the Shadow Gate fragment, Roger first dealt with the viscous matter he had peeled from the Mountain Woman’s body.

According to the Mountain Woman, this item was key.

“First step… grind it up.”

Roger’s cheek twitched, as this process had to be done in the real world. It wasn’t complicated; he needed to remove the bones hidden within the viscous matter and then grind the remaining flesh into a liquid form.

As Roger moved, he felt as if there were faint whispers of curses near his ear.

Gathering the required ritual materials, Roger drew an Array on the window to activate the whole ceremony, directing the sunlight through the Array and onto the floor of the room.

The bones placed upon it spontaneously absorbed the transformed light.

Soon, the ordinary white bones underwent a wondrous change.

They shrank in size, and golden patterns appeared on the pallid bones. The golden patterns slowly settled in, and finally, combined with other materials in the ritual, the bones turned a deep black.

When the entire ceremony ended, the bone Roger held in his hand had become a slender rod about 30 centimeters long.

It was wrapped with complex black patterns.

Holding the bone up to the sun, the black patterns writhed like worms as the sunlight hit them.

“To use one’s own body as casting material.” Although Roger knew it wasn’t the Mountain Woman’s real body, he could still feel her resolve.

The cost of a failed ritual must be extremely heavy for them.

After finishing the preparations, Roger entered the Shadow World directly.

He sealed the path between the garden and the pathway with black liquid.

Black mist surged on both sides of the pathway. Upon closer inspection, the scenery within the mist seemed to shift near and far, but this was merely an optical illusion; in reality, both sides were solid spatial barriers like walls.

Putting the white bone rod into the black liquid, the black patterns writhed, and the liquid within was drawn into it. When everything came to a halt and the liquid disappeared, Roger felt that the bone rod in his hand had become much heavier.

His current physical condition was already astonishing, so for him to feel its heft spoke volumes about its weight.

Starting from the entrance, Roger drew complex Array Patterns and ritual symbols along both sides of the pathway with the bone rod in his hand.

As he worked, the white bone rod gradually diminished in size until, finally, when Roger was done, the white-with-black patterns on both sides of the pathway flickered and then converged at the end of the path.

“Now for the Shadow Gate fragment!”

Roger took out a piece of the Shadow Gate, stood at the end of the path, took a deep breath, crushed the outer container, and slapped the surging shadow onto it!

Sss.

The moment the container shattered and the Shadow Gate fragment was revealed, Roger felt a void in his hand, as if the fragment had no physical structure and passed directly through his palm.

Roger was startled. But right then, the patterns he had just drawn along the passage suddenly glowed intensely.

The scattered black smoke was suppressed by an unknown energy, and its expanding form was compressed in an instant. Roger stepped back half a pace, watching the black smoke floating in midair being condensed into a fixed shape.

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

The voice was intermittent, “Get ready… when the Shadow Gate is stable, I need your help…”

After being shattered and smashed, of course, it could not retain the ability to think, nor could it carry any material related to the soul.

Roger guessed that this must be a piece of information left by the Mountain Woman.

He nodded slightly.

By now, the shape of the black smoke floating in the air had become stable, and from Roger’s perspective, this form matched perfectly with the broken Shadow Gate.

Following the Mountain Woman’s instructions, he reached out and pushed forward.

The black smoke that had been ephemeral now had a real touch to it, and under Roger’s push, it moved forward, then slowly overlapped with the Shadow Gate at the end of the passage.

Hum hum hum!

In an instant, the entire channel shook with increasing violence, spreading from there to the entire manor, and even the Hunter’s Cabin was affected.

Fortunately, Roger’s manor had long been desolate, otherwise even in the real world it might have been possible to feel this change.

The illusory gate gradually solidified, patterns emerging upon it, and Roger even felt that if he wanted to, he could simply push forward and open the gate, entering the world behind it!

“What should I do next?!”

Even though he knew he wouldn’t get a response, Roger still instinctively shouted.

Roger’s question was answered, the light in the channel growing brighter, and the patterns on either side seemed to have living things writhing within them.

The pace of their movement quickened, from the far end toward the gate, Roger could clearly perceive that whatever was in the channel’s patterns was desperately burrowing into the gate!

The whole process was very fast, and after a few breaths, the pitch-black gate was filled with white patterns, still wriggling, gathering bit by bit until they formed a strange pattern on the gate.

It was a face.

No, it was two faces.

With an inexplicable feeling in his heart, Roger knew that the face in front of him was formed by the overlay of two independent faces.

Perhaps this represented the intertwined sisters, the Mountain Women.

By this point, the aura on the gate had stabilized and even gave the impression of being just an ordinary wooden door existing in the real world.

But Roger knew that the world linked behind the door was the forbidden world that confined the Mountain Women sisters.

According to the orders of the Mountain Woman, all he had to do now was to step forward and push open the gate, which would be equivalent to breaking their confinement, creating a channel in a completely closed space.

Roger took a step forward, his hand resting on the gate.

He felt as if there was a voice filled with eager panting in his ear.

The voice was so impatient.

As if it was urging Roger.

“Quick! Quick!”

“Come quickly!”

Roger’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly stopped just before pushing the door open.