Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 494 - Chapter 494 Chapter 479 Elder of Shadows (Two in One) _2

Chapter 494: Chapter 479: Elder of Shadows (Two in One) _2 Chapter 494: Chapter 479: Elder of Shadows (Two in One) _2 The voice echoed in his mind again; he had encountered similar sounds several times on his journey and was already mentally prepared for them.

He had found a way to cope and was increasingly less affected by them. The voice’s penetrative power was strong, but it seemed to lack autonomy, merely repeating itself mechanically.

It was like a program.

The atmosphere grew more and more oppressive. As he continued to advance, the voice became louder, and beyond the insistent urging, the undertone seemed to contain some other meaning.

It was an unknown language, the true sound.

Indeed, what Roger had been hearing was a transmission through spiritual power, but as it intensified with depth, he finally heard some real sounds.

Drip-drop!

A liquid fell onto his shoulder, red with blood.

The sensation underfoot was almost unbearable–slimy, sticky.

Finally, after passing through a lengthy corridor and emerging from the cramped space, a blood-red hall came into view.

This seemed to be a ruin of a palace.

Eerie light shone through the dome above.

Roger squinted towards the direction of the light.

Through the stained glass, he saw a faint green, as if there were blue skies and white clouds.

Underground?

The tranquility outside the window contrasted starkly with the gore inside, where the ruined hall was littered with severed limbs and remains.

It was nearly impossible for Roger to find a single intact body here.

Various organs and tissues mixed together, masses of flesh grown with eyes like hearts twined around the nearby walls–it was unclear whether this was a drapery left over from the palace’s days of glory.

Or perhaps it was the… intestines of some creature.

Flesh and architecture were intertwined here, where the two substances had undergone an eerie fusion.

This was a palace grown over with viscera.

Roger stepped forward as the bloody water reached over his feet. The Cursed Sword’s trembling became more intense. Had Roger not been strong enough, it would have dragged him to the end of the hall.

There, countless corpses formed a massive mound!

Apart from the specifics of its composition and size, this mound was almost identical to the one Roger had seen during his Sword in the Stone mission.

Only, the mound he saw then had a sword embedded in it.

This one before him had only a crevice.

“What in the world is this place?”

“Whoosh!”

The sound of liquid flowing came from the mound, which seemed to react to Roger’s presence. The crevice atop the mound tore open.

Twisted corpses and flesh tumbled downwards, and gradually, a hunched figure appeared in front of Roger.

It was an old man whose age was indeterminable. His lower half was fused with the mound, and his tall upper body leaned forward with a hunched back. His head hung low, his hands dangling weakly at his sides.

He was incredibly thin, with only a layer of skin clinging to his bones, hairless, the rough blood vessels visibly protruding on his shiny scalp.

In the moment he saw the other, Roger almost subconsciously thought of running away, but he quickly sensed the aura of death enveloping the figure.

This was a dead man, even if he had been incredibly strong in life…

No, not entirely dead.

Some parts of him, or some organs, had stubbornly continued to live after the owner had died.

Roger cautiously took a few steps forward.

From his current angle, he saw the entire back of the old man had been flayed open, his shoulder blades flipped up like wings without the protection of bones, the exposed organs were bare.

His back was hollowed out.

The pale spine had been removed.

Without the support of the spine, the upper body of the old man should have fallen flat to the ground, but at the junction of his neck and breastbone,

a black staff had impaled him, and he was mounted on the ground like a skewered fish, preserved in specimen-like form!

“Rumble, rumble.”

A thunderous noise reverberated through the grand hall, followed by a deafening demonic voice as familiar words rose once more.

“I am hungry!”

That was the sound of his stomach groaning.

“Just what tier of Transcendent was this guy when he was alive?”

“Fifth Tier or even higher?”

Fourth Tier was already the limit of what Roger had encountered up to now, and those who were at an even higher level were beyond his imagination.

The Cursed Sword shimmered with light, desperately trying to break free from Roger’s control; left with no choice, he had to return it to the Cursed Cabin.

His cloak grew larger, covering Roger completely as he slowly moved his feet, observing the elder from different directions.

Pale skin, with two sharp points protruding beside the vivid red lips.

The various features on the body led Roger to think of a powerful transcendent being.

Vampires.

And not just any high-tier vampires, but a kind that existed only in records, or rather, were considered as the origin…

Elder of Shadows.

There are many kinds of vampiric creatures in this world, and before evolving to a certain stage, there is a great similarity between them.

Vampire Banshee, vampire lady, Vampires, or certain types known as Katakane.

Moreover, different regions have vastly different descriptions of these vampiric creatures.

This is not merely due to local customs and culture; more importantly, there are substantial differences in the transcendental worlds connected behind each area.

Even the manifestation of their power sources is completely different, with Onmyoji and Samurai that are seldom seen in the Western World during Sunrise.

And the exorcists, wizards, or druids of the West rarely operate in the East.

However, among the many origins of vampires, there is an extremely powerful individual whose blood is purer and whose ancestors are more formidable.

They are terrifying creatures that have almost reached this world’s limit of containment, known as Elders of Shadows among vampires.

They almost have the right to life and death over their vampiric kin, and they do not even need to stir the aura in their blood.

Just a single word from them can make any vampire of the Third Tier and below bow down, and even the Fourth Tier cannot raise their heads under the gaze of an Elder of Shadows.

Keep in mind that every high-tier vampire above Fourth Tier, in addition to their powerful physical strength and corresponding spell abilities…

Due to their pure bloodlines, they also master a unique ability upon reaching the Fourth Tier.

This makes high-tier vampires a terrifying existence that far surpasses other transcendent beings of the same level.

Yet, even so, the suppression in their blood makes it impossible for them to defy a single word from an Elder of Shadows, to endure a single glance.

“A dead Elder of Shadows?!”

Roger suppressed the excitement in his heart.

At that moment, he could feel his heart beating violently, as if all the blood in his body was boiling.

“What’s happening, can he still affect me?”

At first, Roger was puzzled, but he quickly realized the source of his restlessness.

It was a flawed channel constructed by Abraham’s Pale Blood, lying between his mind and body.

The channel trembled as if it was about to burst out of his body.

And at that moment, Roger finally saw from the shattered chest of the Elder of Shadows, from where the heart used to be…

A vibrant clump of Pale Blood, almost purified to the extreme!

“The rumors are actually true!”

Roger didn’t know when the rumors about Pale Blood started, nor did he know whether Gawain had seen it with his own eyes or heard about it.

Perhaps in the beginning, it was just a groundless piece of information, but upon seeing the scene before him, Roger could confidently tell everyone.

The rumors about Snow White are true.

Except here, there was no enchantingly beautiful woman, only a skin-and-bones Elder of Shadows who had been dead for who knows how long.

Seeing what he wanted to obtain, Roger didn’t hesitate; his spiritual power worked to its limit in his mind.

The Array glowed brightly, all his power consumed in maintaining the Quinn Dharma Seal.

The next second, Roger appeared on the mound like black smoke.

His hand wrapped in the Quinn Dharma Seal, Roger reached for the pulsating Pale Blood.

In 1/10th of a second, countless thoughts had flashed through Roger’s mind.

Anxiety, nervousness.

Finally, Roger’s hand touched the blood.

A powerful resistance instantly crushed the defenses of the Quinn Dharma Seal.

But Roger was not alarmed but delighted.

In an instant, the defeated Dharma Seal reassembled, his hand exerted force, and he fiercely gripped it!!