Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 519 - Chapter 519 Chapter 492 Are You by Any Chance a Blacksmith

Chapter 519: Chapter 492: Are You by Any Chance a Blacksmith? (Two in One)_2 Chapter 519: Chapter 492: Are You by Any Chance a Blacksmith? (Two in One)_2 But the wound was jet black, and it seemed there were worms as big as fingers wriggling inside the innards.

With an injury of this severity, if one did not possess special abilities, surviving the upcoming battle would be extremely difficult.

Leading the trio of witches, Eureka and her companions sustained no harm, and of the four Druids, only one had suffered minor injuries.

Not far off, Tamara was staring grimly at Mowood.

“Haha, Mowood, you really did a great service for the queen this time!”

“What a big catch, tsk tsk, a Fourth Tier…”

Camilla, scantily dressed, said with her mouth agape.

“This woman is strong, can we kill her?”

Kernon, holding a piece of log as thick as an adult’s waist, said. It was a totem pole, carved with intricate patterns and an Array.

Compared to his roaring kin, Kernon was clearly much more intelligent and powerful.

Thump!

A tall, grey figure descended from the skies, its deathly gaze sweeping over, and Roger immediately felt a slight numbness in his body.

“How many does that make now?”

Even if he were to see Lilith approaching in the next second, Roger would show no surprise.

“One, two, three…”

Tamara’s face darkened, “Good, very good!”

“Since you’ve come to me, I’ll just take care of you all at once and save myself the trouble!”

“The Headless Knight Rams.”

“The Vampire Camilla.”

“The Dark Deer Head Spirit Kernon.”

“The Gargoyle.”

“The Fent Monster Mowood.”

“And an unknown monster!”

Sizzle!

As she spoke, the massive monster let out an ambiguous roar between its horns, and immediately after, a vague face struggled from within.

First came a head, followed by shoulders and arms, until a bloodied figure tumbled to the ground.

The creature’s head was cracked open, but it was still alive, panting on the ground, while the figure that emerged quickly took control of the new body.

It was a man without skin, his bright red muscles exposed, but with half of a face still intact.

Seeing that half-face, Tamara’s expression stiffened, and she uttered a name all too familiar to the group.

“Green?”

“Shut up!”

“Just shut up!”

Hearing this name, the monstrous man let out a gut-wrenching howl.

“Don’t mention that name!”

“Don’t mention that name!”

He roared, reaching as though to tear off the half-face still on his head, but as soon as he made the gesture, a sharp pain shot through the depths of his brain.

He howled miserably, dragging his bloody body in a charge at Tamara.

“Killing you, killing you will certainly make her happy!”

The man was like a madman, seemingly perceiving Tamara as someone else.

But the moment he moved, Tamara’s furry face revealed a hint of gravity.

This was a Fourth Tier!

Facing the onslaught, Tamara also growled, a green light flickered across her chest, and she struck with a palm as wide as a fan.

In the face of Tamara’s attack, the monster did not dodge or evade, allowing her palm to strike his chest, and a series of bone-shattering noises rang out, but the monster successfully drew close to Tamara.

He seemed to feel no pain, his hands as sharp as knives, thrusting viciously!

As the two clashed, other monsters stationed around the room joined the battle.

Aside from Mowood, who, not long into the fight, erupted with a burst of green Energy from within his body as a seed in his heart germinated.

Using its own Essence Blood for energy and growing at an incredibly rapid rate, it burst through viscera, muscle, and skin, turning its body into a fleshy lump intermixed with thorns.

Yet, as death loomed, there was no panic on Mowood’s face, who simply watched Tamara’s back with a mocking look.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you at Black Fort, uh… I hope you won’t be too desperate by then.”

Roger and Goway retreated backward, but a shadow flitted past, and a familiar figure blocked Roger’s path.

Pale armor, a writhing abdomen, and a gruff voice resounded.

“It’s odd, although it’s the first time we’ve met, I have this inexplicable urge to kill you. Seems like turning you into mincemeat is the only way to ease this feeling a bit.”

Roger laughed and lifted the Sword of Frost in his hand, “Don’t be surprised.”

He fixed his gaze on the Longsword in Rams’s grip, “May I ask you a somewhat presumptuous question.”

“Before you turned into this monstrosity, well… or should I say, before you were alive.”

“Were you a blacksmith?”

Rams’s figure stiffened slightly, clearly not grasping the meaning of Roger’s words, but soon he recalled his numerous experiences of losing his sword, fury ignited in his heart, and Dark Energy erupted, charging towards Roger!

Boom!

Armoured Rams was like a tank charging at full speed, Roger always felt that although it had been a brief separation, Rams’s aura seemed significantly stronger.

Not from the sword in his hand.

“Could it be Lilith?”

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Roger’s hands didn’t stop moving, and although Rams seemed powerful now, Roger was no longer the ordinary Transcendent he once was during their previous encounters.

Even without using the Pale Blood hidden within him.

A Third Tier pinnacle like Rams was simply no challenge!

“Go help Bovida, I’ll handle this guy!”

Roger parried Rams’s attack, without going all out, as the focus of the battle was clearly on Tamara.

Now wasn’t the time for Roger to fully unleash his power.

…

“Again!”

Watching the blood-soaked figure that she had almost torn in half recover completely once more, Tamara frowned deeply.

This was the fourth time. Suffering nearly fatal injuries, and yet the opponent would quickly recover.

“Could you please put a little more effort into it?”

The half-faced madman revealed a sick smile, “Please hit me hard, maybe it can alleviate the…”

“Pain!”

Having said that, he pounced like a mad dog.

As Tamara was about to counter, she heard a scream behind her. She took a moment to look over her shoulder and saw a graceful figure rise from the ground.

In the arms of that woman was a male Druid, held tightly.

There was no romance in their embrace; Camilla’s jaw split open, swallowing the Druid’s whole head into her mouth.

With her contented laughter and the grating sound of bones cracking, the convulsing Druid’s headless corpse fell from mid-air.

Camilla, still chewing on the contents of her mouth, joked with Rams, who was still fighting, “Need a new body?”

“This one’s just like you, without a head too.”

Tamara quickly assessed the situation, hesitation flashing in her eyes, but after flinging away the tenacious madman again, she made her decision.

Continuing to fight like this, the madman who knew no fear would certainly die at her hands, but then the other Transcendents who’d entered with her would be all gone.

In her heart of hearts, Tamara didn’t care about the lives of these people.

But death must have value.

Not yet.

Tamara retreated, and with every step she took backward, green light spots bloomed beneath her feet, soon giving way to the growth of green plants where she had trodden.

Tamara passed through the entire hall.

Even stranger was that with each step she took, her size shrank a bit.

First the fuzz that covered her body disappeared, followed by the reduction of her bulky frame, the rough woman as strong as a bear vanished from sight.

In her place stood a tall, voluptuously cold beauty.

Roger, in the midst of fighting with Rams, couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the sight.

The contrast was too great; Tamara’s current state was perhaps her true appearance.

The oversized clothes turned into a form-fitting bodysuit.

Tamara stretched out her hand and snapped the pendant around her neck.

A Golden Bow the size of a button expanded, Tamara exhaled and the Energy around her converged, a green Light Arrow notched on the bowstring!

With one final step, Tamara fired the bow!

In an instant, green radiance enveloped the entire hall.

Starfall!

At the moment Tamara made her move, Roger’s gaze sharpened, and darting forward, the Sword of Frost pierced Rams’s body.

“Thrice delivering your sword, your obsession is too strong.”

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