Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 523 - Chapter 523 Chapter 494 Mirror (Two in One)_2

Chapter 523: Chapter 494: Mirror (Two in One)_2 Chapter 523: Chapter 494: Mirror (Two in One)_2 “Roar!”

An imposing voice seemed to rise from within the Sword of Frost.

[Dragon Might]

As the apex predator at the top of the food chain, transcendent among the transcendent, Dragonkin are born powerful. The hierarchical intimidation exerts an influence on creatures with a lower soul level.

A deep voice sounded, and Krus, who was closest to Goway, was the first to be affected. Caught completely off guard by the intimidation emanating from the Sword of Frost, he was immobilized.

In the moment his mind went blank, Goway’s movements followed her sword’s lead. With a step forward, frost exploded in the air, and Krus, rigid in form, was controlled.

By the time he finally managed to escape the abnormal state of his body, he saw Goway swinging the great sword in her hand, slashing towards him!

In a panic, he lifted his weapon to block.

Boom!

Crack!

The weapon in Krus’s hand shattered upon impact. At that moment, he wasn’t facing Goway but the legacy of the First Knight Lancelot.

Even inheriting just ninety percent of that power, Lancelot was still Lancelot.

Not counting Roger, not even the enigmatic Gawain.

Lancelot was the strongest among the Third Tier!!

The strength of the First Knight was not something an ordinary Third Tier Druid like Krus could resist.

“Teacher, save me!”

Krus let out a cry.

Tamara, who was in the distance, also sensed something was amiss. As the leader of the Nature Association, she naturally knew of the Knights’ Lancelot.

However, in the battle just now, to prevent Roger from turning back to rescue Goway, she had deliberately controlled the distance between the two sides.

Now that Krus was under attack, her previous preparation turned into a joke.

Just as she moved, Roger blocked her path.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Get out of the way!”

Tamara said coldly, “If anything happens to my disciple, I assure you…”

“You can’t assure anything!”

Roger cut her off coldly.

“The moment he took action, he was already dead.”

Power erupted from Roger’s body. Five Dharma Seals in his mind lit up at once, and at the same time, the power of Pale Blood surged into the depths of his spirit through the channel.

Compared to when he had just fought with Tamara, the aura around him nearly doubled!

“Teacher, save me!”

Krus’s voice was almost desperate.

Tamara took half a step back, her golden longbow floating automatically in mid-air. Though there was no one controlling it, the bowstring was gradually drawn to full capacity.

“Stand aside!”

Tamara bellowed.

But at that moment, Roger advanced instead of retreating, his eyes flickering with an aggressive savagery.

“That guy named Krus is as good as dead.”

Having said that, the Array in his mind was activated, bringing a piercing pain in his brain, and a third of his power was drained instantly!

The next moment, furious power burst forth from Roger’s palms.

Like a hurricane sweeping through, the air exploded, and in Tamara’s shocked gaze, the longbow drawn behind her shattered loudly, her face paled, and she was sent flying more than ten meters away!

Bang bang bang!

The ground bore a string of shallow pits.

Steadying herself, Tamara saw that far away Krus was encased in an ice sculpture, the despair of his final moments forever etched on his face.

That expression seemed like a mockery of her impotence.

Rage surged in her heart. The recent death of her son, the schemes of Mowood, and now the death of Krus right before her eyes–all of these drove Tamara to utter madness.

“Ah!”

She screamed, but the next second a more violent power swept towards her.

Roger took a step forward.

“How so?”

“Lady Tamara.”

Roger’s expression was indifferent, but his eyes brimmed with relentless determination.

“Do you want to fight me to the death?”

“Here?”

“For a dead man?”

As if doused with a bucket of cold water, Tamara beheld the unfathomable Roger. After a few breaths, she suppressed her fury and her aura subsided.

“I’ll accept this loss,” she said, gritting her teeth.

“May I leave?”

Roger’s voice was cold.

Tamara bit her lips resolutely, fearing that she would blurt out the word “go” facing a Fourth Tier akin to or even more powerful than herself.

It was necessary to consider the consequences before speaking such words.

“Let’s go.”

When he reached Goway’s side, Roger waved his hand casually.

Crack, crack!

The frozen sculpture of Krus blasted apart, his body shattering into thousands of pieces, but Roger purposely preserved Krus’ head.

The round head rolled to the feet of Tamara, its eyes of terror fixated on the teacher she revered the most.

“Who on earth are you?”

Tamara squeezed out her final question through clenched teeth.

With a thought, Roger raised the Sword of Frost in his hand.

“I killed Lancelot and ensnared his soul to become my Sword forever.”

He glanced sideways at Tamara.

“We could have been friends.”

“Lancelot…”

A gleam flashed in Tamara’s eyes as she thought of someone, someone who had been in a covert struggle with Lancelot for nearly a hundred years.

“Your power…”

Watching Roger’s retreating figure, Tamara’s face was a complex mix of emotions.

“Gawain, you’ve hidden yourself so well!”

“Lady Tamara…”

Eureka’s voice came from not too far away, “Where do we go next?”

“Let’s leave this place first, the Queen of the Night must know Green is coming, we need to find their battlefield.”

…

The pitch-black palace, the pool water calm as a ruby.

Suddenly, the mirrored calm was disrupted, and blood-red liquid churned violently, followed by a pair of horns piercing through.

“That damned woman, treating me like a mere mount, next time, next time I must…”

“Next time what?”

A throaty voice interrupted, as Rams’s figure appeared.

One after another, terrifying creatures climbed out of the pool.

Lastly, a blood-drenched, skinless monster emerged.

Squeak!

The heavy iron gate opened, and a figure drifted into the room.

Queen of the Night, Lilith.

“My master!”

Rams knelt on one knee, and the twisted, skinless monster tried to approach Lilith, but considering its own condition, it could only retreat quietly.

“Sim, where is your face?”

The monster called Sim really wanted to tell Lilith that it wasn’t his face, but opening his mouth, he still answered, “It was damaged in battle…”

“I am very disappointed.”

Lilith shook her head.

“Do you know how many precious ingredients I used to elevate you to the Fourth Tier?”

“Have you also forgotten the price you paid?”

“You truly embarrass me.”

Sim lowered his head.

“But…”

Lilith’s tone shifted.

“I’ll forgive you this time, it won’t be long before you can fully own that face.” She waved her hand and suddenly a nearly transparent mirror appeared in the air.

The mirror was oval-shaped and almost as tall as a person.

Blood-red, inexplicable tissue enveloped the mirror’s edge.

A mist rose on the mirror’s surface, but then dissipated, revealing a dense forest, and as the view zoomed in, passing mountains, rivers, and trees, it rested upon a man of fair complexion and handsome countenance.

Seeing this face caused Sim to catch his breath, he was all too familiar with it; because of this man, he had suffered so much torment.

“Green.” Sim spat out the name that he loathed.

“Yes,” Lilith nodded.

“He has come.”

“When this is all over, everything will start anew.”

As Lilith spoke, the others gathered around her fixed their gazes on the floating mirror.

Their eyes were restrained yet filled with insatiable greed.

It was as if the mirror possessed an overwhelming magical power, absorbing all of their attention.

Meanwhile, Gawain, navigating the forest, suddenly lifted his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the overlapping leaves, over the mountains, and into a void in space.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Gawain?” Gaharad asked timely.

“Nothing,” Gawain withdrew his gaze.

“Have you heard the story of Snow White?” Gawain suddenly asked a seemingly nonsensical question.

Before Gaharad could respond, he continued:

“The poor princess, the poor queen, they were all playthings of the mirror.”

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