Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 499 - Chapter 499 Chapter 482 The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two

Chapter 499: Chapter 482: The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two in One) Chapter 499: Chapter 482: The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two in One) Ingmar’s body underwent special modifications in his youth, and years of battle had placed a great burden on it, compounded by some injuries after entering New Moon City.

Eventually reaching the critical point, even after recovering from his injuries, it was no longer suitable to continue fighting, so the hearty Demon Hunter had to bid farewell to his former life.

Even though he couldn’t take on missions anymore, Ingmar would still come to the bar for a drink from time to time, but without the enhancement of special abilities, she seemed like an ordinary person.

Tired, drunk.

Vincent behind the bar greeted her, and a waitress helped the drunken Ingmar towards the door.

“She needs to start a new life.”

Vincent placed the cleaned glass on the bar and spoke with profound meaning.

Roger said nothing.

He knew that he had now distanced himself from the common Demon Hunters at the bottom.

In the bar, the vast majority of people he met had not transcended, they honed their own skills and participated in battles, longing to become stronger and stronger, to the day when they would break their shackles and surpass their limits.

It’s a pity that not to mention the whole world, but even in Armenia, the common Demon Hunters are not considered strong individuals.

In Europe, Wizards are just a part of the Natural Association, ranking last among the three great forces.

However, here, the once Cassandra and her Voodoo Association, they would have done anything to become a part of the spellcaster team in Armenia.

This disparity is truly despairing.

In comparison, ordinary Demon Hunters are indeed quite insignificant.

Roger stood up, leaving a banknote under the bottom of the cup.

“What would you like to drink, my treat.”

Vincent’s voice came from the counter.

“Of course, it’s real booze.”

Roger shook his head smilingly.

“A new Demon Hunter, are you?”

“It’s been a long time since any fresh blood joined the bar, welcome.”

The lively bar had quietened a lot compared to the days he and Henrik had hung out there.

At that time, Abraham had lured a large number of ordinary hunters into New Moon City for his own purposes, resulting in a lot of casualties, and it would probably take a very long time to recover.

“I’m just passing by, came in for a sit.”

Roger nodded in acknowledgment and turned to leave the bar.

In a few short months in Europe, his progress had been astonishing, who could have thought that the last time he entered this bar, he was just an ordinary hunter who had recently transcended.

But now, his actual combat power was close to Fourth Tier, even in Europe, aside from the several major forces, he was one of the strongest Transcendents.

Cassandra and Abraham were once insurmountable mountains standing before him, but now the mountains had been leveled, and Roger had reached a new height.

“Perhaps this is what it means to be Transcendent.”

Roger gained some new understanding.

In recent times, as he drew closer to Fourth Tier and delved into his own strength and the refinement of Pale Blood,

it caused Roger to experience a subtle and profound change, from his spirit to his body, and even his mindset.

The change from Third Tier to Fourth Tier was even greater than all the previous levels combined.

“I originally thought that guy was a new Demon Hunter too.” A man at a nearby table wiped the beer froth from his beard.

“The world is changing.”

Someone sighed.

“From longswords to handguns, maybe one day Demon Hunters will be replaced by something else.”

“It’s unavoidable, we can’t awaken like Bloodline Holders, our potential is always limited.”

“Isn’t every country trying to develop Super Soldiers? But what of it, technology is technology, transcendence is transcendence.”

“They may be able to replicate a whole bunch of super soldiers, but they will never be able to mass-produce Transcendents.”

The man finished his drink and stood up.

“Enough talk, there’s a mission tomorrow.”

Vincent looked at the somewhat empty bar, with an indecipherable thought in his eyes.

The decline of Demon Hunters was perhaps inevitable, unless…

With this thought, Vincent shook his head helplessly.

Having experienced so much, he still believed in miracles and the future.

…..

At this time, Roger had already taken a plane from Bordeaux.

Destination, Mist City.

After erasing his traces, Roger changed his clothes and appearance upon disembarking the plane, then stealthily arrived at a certain villa in Mist City.

He quietly sneaked into the room, and it was deep into the night, the room silent, evidently unoccupied for a long time.

After searching around with no findings, Roger rushed to the next location.

All through the night, from Mist City to the nearby other cities, Roger changed locations several times, finally arriving at a residential area on the outskirts after not too long.

A familiar figure appeared.

“Lancelot, I’ve been looking for you a long time.”

Roger did not speak, his face expressionless as he regarded the uninvited person.

“Gawain, you dare to show up?”

Roger narrowed his eyes, looking up at the crescent moon overhead.

“Lancelot, you’ve seen my other form in the night.”

Gawain spread his palms openly, a smile unlike any usual one on his lips.

“I’m strongest under the sun, but I’m crazier at night.”

“Comparatively, I would recommend you fight me under the sun, have you forgotten the lesson from last time?”