Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 501 - Chapter 501 Chapter 483 Two Choices

Chapter 501: Chapter 483 Two Choices Chapter 501: Chapter 483 Two Choices Boom.

Unlike the earlier blade technique, Gawain’s current attack was immensely powerful, with the sheer force sweeping across the surroundings.

The floors, walls, and ceiling were all blasted open under the frenzy of energy, and the flying spears, like a torrent, smashed everything in their path to smithereens.

Breaking through the building to catch up with Gaharad, there was a thunderous explosion.

From beginning to end, Roger simply stood there, attacking no one, and made no reaction.

Gawain did not pursue the victory.

He glanced at Roger, who was standing not too far away.

“Dear Lancelot, what do you think my attack just now did to her?” he asked.

“Honestly, did you hope that I would kill this woman outright?”

His eyes were filled with a seductive menace.

“Do you want to take action personally?”

“What I said just now was true. I think Green probably won’t consider you as a candidate for team leader anymore. We have struggled for a hundred years, yet in the eyes of others, we are nothing more than clowns on a stage.”

“What if I told you that the choice of team leader was determined long ago, would you believe me?”

Boom!

There came a furious sound from afar, and then the black weapon returned along its original path.

No, the power was even stronger than before.

A large hole had been blown open in the front of the house, and through this gap, Roger could see Gaharad outside in the courtyard.

In the previous slash, whether intentional or not, Gawain’s blade had nearly ripped to shreds every inch of cloth on Gaharad’s body.

Although Gaharad still had garments hanging on her body, in reality, from certain angles, her current state was even more revealing than being completely naked.

The next second, Roger saw Gaharad casually tearing apart the clothes that hung on her body.

Then, she fully exposed her pristine bronze body under the moonlight.

From any angle, Gaharad could be called a bona fide beauty.

Being Transcendent as they were, upon reaching a certain degree, the proportions of the body would almost be refined to perfection under the influence of their bloodline.

So, Roger found it hard to imagine a fat and sturdy woman appearing among Fourth Tier Transcendents.

Unless one had a special bloodline, most Transcendents were handsome men and beautiful women.

Of course, Gaharad was no exception.

Whether it was her facial features or her body proportions, they were enough to captivate anyone.

But at this moment, on the naked body of this woman, Roger saw something different.

Under the moonlight, Gaharad’s body shimmered with a silver luster.

Runes, densely packed runes.

Roger would never believe that what emerged from underneath Gaharad’s skin was merely a decorative tattoo.

“Want to test my qualifications?” Gaharad asked.

She did not mind her body being exposed in front of the two of them at all.

She even proudly raised her chest, wantonly displaying her beauty.

And her power.

“What are you?”

Gaharad sneered coldly.

“Merely pitiful worms clinging to life through the Inheritance Ceremony.”

“You have no idea the things I’ve gone through to gain the status and power I have today.”

He looked at Roger.

“Lancelot, your choice is truly disappointing,” he said.

“The First Knight?”

“Pah!”

“That traitor didn’t get it right, I’m not a candidate for the next leader.”

“I am the Inheritor!”

“Do you think the high-ranking members of the Privy Council are fools? They have their reasons for choosing me.”

“I’m giving you a chance to choose now,”

“Either declare where you stand and kill this traitor,”

“Or, I will do it myself and kill both of you together!”

“Think you can stay out of this?” Gawain’s face showed a trace of mockery.

“Unnecessary.”

The light radiating from Gaharad grew brighter, the silver runes hidden beneath her skin seemed alive, as energy was gradually activated, as if she was donning a suit of armor on her body.

Roger had always misjudged her abilities, thinking that her attacks were mental or spell-based.

But looking at her now,

This woman’s body was clearly her weapon.

“Interesting,”

Gawain’s eyes shone with eagerness, had it been daytime Gawain, he might have avoided some unnecessary battles.

But as he had just said, he seemed crazier at night than usual.

Roger positioned the Sword of Frost in front of his chest.

He had long activated the energy within the weapon, which now wholly emanated Lancelot’s aura.

“Choices, choices, always choices!”

Roger feigned a manic demeanor, “I understand the game you two are playing.”

“You both want to use me?”

“You forced my hand!”

“Die, both of you, just die!”

With a loud roar, Roger’s weapon swept across, frost spreading from the blade, enveloping everything in ice.

He attacked indiscriminately like a madman!

The entire house was encased in frost, with a thin layer forming on the surrounding furniture.

Gawain easily dodged Roger’s attack, not angry but rather delighted since in his mind, Roger seemed to have lost his sanity under pressure.

And that was exactly what he needed.

However, the variable of Gaharad made it impossible to carry out some of his planned strategies.

Gawain dodged Roger’s attack, but Gaharad wasn’t in such a good mood. She stepped forward, allowing the chill to envelop her.

Without any defense, the impacts of Roger’s assault against Gaharad produced nothing but crackling sounds, failing to penetrate even her surface defenses.

The next second, like a cannonball, Gaharad charged toward Roger, her body seemed to be her weapon.

Roger struggled to control his own power level, trying to drive the energy within the weapon.

Lifting his sword, he swung down, and the Sword of Frost collided hard with Gaharad’s fist.

The skin tore, and the silver runes beneath dimmed slightly, but the blade was stopped by bone and could go no further.

Roger felt as though he had struck not bone, but a weapon!

Gaharad bore Roger’s attack, her punch landing on Roger’s chest, provoking a change in his expression as he was sent flying by the violent force.

Crashing through the wall and before tumbling into the bushes, he saw two figures, one dark and one light, clashing together.

“What should I do next?”

Roger pondered.

No one knows one’s situation better than oneself; his power attribute was far different from Lancelot’s, unable to use the weapon as he had the Sword of the Sun.

If the fight really intensified, the other two would definitely notice something was off.

“Should I help Gawain kill Gaharad?”

“Then use that to gain Gawain’s trust and infiltrate his team with Lancelot’s identity.”

“After all the changes, it would be normal for Lancelot’s personality to have shifted a bit.”

“Or perhaps…”

Roger looked at Gawain in the darkness, and another thought emerged in his mind.

“Should I stab Gawain in the back?”

“He wouldn’t expect me to, would he?”

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