Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 545 - Chapter 545 Chapter 505 Master youre so evil (Two in one) _2

Chapter 545: Chapter 505: Master, you’re so evil (Two in one) _2 Chapter 545: Chapter 505: Master, you’re so evil (Two in one) _2 The wood used to construct the gate was made by weaving White Crow Vine Root Knots that had grown in the gathering ground for over 200 years.

Apart from its excellent protective function, it also served as the best medium for casting Secret Blood Spells, yet at this moment the magic-infused wooden door was violently pushed open.

Crack. Crack.

Heavy footsteps echoed.

The harmonious atmosphere in the meeting hall was shattered.

Tamara, strong as a black bear, swept her indifferent gaze over everyone present.

“Madam Tamara, you’ve returned already?”

An elder seated at the head of the table stood up, squeezing a tinge of a smile onto his face, “We were just discussing the gains from this operation.”

“If everything goes well, we can open a stable passage…”

Thud!

Before the elder could finish speaking, Tamara’s sturdy form was at his side, her grip around his neck as if holding a chicken, her carrot-thick fingers then violently pierced into the elder’s skull.

Once, twice, until that old head was punctured and shattered.

The others sitting below stood up in horror, but soon, the vine chairs beneath them came to life, entwining and restraining everyone.

“I’ll only ask once.”

“Where is Goway, and the man who follows at her side!”

Half an hour later, Tamara, covered in blood, left the meeting hall.

She had taken enough time to vent the rage in her heart.

Standing atop the high tower where people once greeted her, her silhouette under the moonlight was heavy with suppressed anger.

“No one makes a fool of me without paying a price.”

“I will find you!”

She had meticulously planned everything, made countless preparations, but in the end, she was manipulated like a fool.

Such a result was something Tamara couldn’t accept no matter what; she understood the importance of the Secret Blood Family for her future development, but her heart was now overwhelmed with anger that she couldn’t help but want to vent.

To destroy everything in her sight.

Boom!

Her solid body fell from the sky, Tamara feeling that only a sufficient amount of fresh blood could extinguish the raging flame of anger in her heart.

Like a tank crashing through a building, casually crushing a head, she continued to charge forward.

The rumbling and screams awakened those asleep, but the core strength of the Secret Blood Family had been drained.

The main heads of the various families, the strongest of them all, had already been killed by Tamara; what she now faced was a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.

“Get out!”

Whoosh!

An arrow shot to Tamara’s face but couldn’t breach the defenses on her body’s surface. From the darkness, a timid voice emerged, Tamara looking over.

In the corner, a girl clutched her wooden bow, watching Tamara with trepidation, eyes like she was looking at a monster.

“I’ve seen you.”

Tamara revealed a ferocious smile, her expression almost making it seem like she might bite off the girl’s head at any moment.

“You’ve always followed that girl named Goway.”

She extended her hand, “Come on, tell me, where is Goway?!”

“Besides…”

Tamara snorted coldly.

“That’s not how you use a bow and arrow.”

But just as her open hand was about to hit the girl, a powerful force struck from behind.

Tamara turned sharply, and immediately afterward, an agile figure crashed into her arms!

Crackle and pop!

A series of explosive sounds filled the air, accompanied by the rush of a vast and powerful force.

The two figures were completely disproportionate in size, yet it was the seemingly mighty Tamara who flew backward.

Rumbling!

Tamara tried to raise her hand to defend but couldn’t see the attacks from the figure opposite her, immediately being so suppressed that she could not retaliate.

Her body smashed through wooden house walls and, driven by the wild force, retreated dozens of meters before stopping, crashing into a large tree.

“It’s you, Gawain!”

Tamara glared at Roger with eyes wide as brass bells.

Roger too didn’t expect such a furious expression from Tamara upon seeing him, but he didn’t want to keep talking either and charged forward without a word.

“Today, only one of us is going to leave here alive!!”

Talala roared, her sturdy body contracting inwards; simultaneously, the Golden Bow around her neck leaped into her hands.

At such a close distance, drawing the curved bow to shoot was undoubtedly too late, but in that instant, Tamara still plucked the bowstring thrice quickly.

Thrum. Thrum. Thrum!

The vibrations from the trembling bowstring penetrated directly into the mind, facing such a psychic attack, Roger’s Array in his head automatically retaliated, he was unaffected, his body pressing forward as the Sword of Frost eerily appeared in his hand.

Although the attributes did not match, it was much stronger than fighting with bare hands.

“Dear Master, don’t damage her body too severely.”

Roger’s shadow writhed, and Uma’s voice emerged.

As a true Fourth Tier, Roger could not afford to hold back until Tamara truly fell.

When Roger slashed with his sword, multiple Dharma Seals’ powers burst forth simultaneously.

[Axis]

[Aden]

[Alder]

Tamara had not expected Roger to completely ignore her mental attack. Her body swiftly retreated backwards, but in an instant, it was as if she had fallen into a swamp.

She felt a cleaving sensation between her spirit and her body, then watched helplessly as the sharp weapon pierced into her flesh.

Pu chi!

Roger had originally aimed for Tamara’s neck, but remembering Uma’s words, he changed the direction of his attack.

The Sword of Frost plunged into Tamara’s chest, the blade rotating, cleaving her body horizontally.

The pain brought Tamara back from Roger’s control; a crown emerged above her head, and the last golden leaf suddenly withered.

At the same time, the wounds on Tamara’s body began to heal.

“Uma!”

Roger called out low, not intending to give Tamara a chance to counterattack. He stepped forward and released an Igni Dharma Seal into the large hole in Tamara’s chest with his left hand.

Flames devoured Tamara’s innards, and amidst her horror, the crown above her head contracted; but just then, the shadow behind her suddenly began to writhe.

Tamara stiffened slightly, and Roger seized the moment, his hand striking once more towards her head.

Boom!

Her head suffered a heavy blow; stars danced before her eyes, and blood seeped from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. In her dazed state, she heard a cold voice coming from across.

“How does it feel?”

Purple light rose beside her immediately after.

The sensation of her soul being peeled from her body resurfaced; she felt as though she floated in the emptiness, unable to exert any strength.

The effects of the Golden Leaf persisted, gradually healing the injuries on Tamara’s body, but this brought her no joy.

When she regained consciousness, Tamara found her perspective very strange–she was shrouded in darkness, her entire being huddled in a narrow, pitch-black space.

“What’s happening?”

“Am I inside my own shadow!?”

From an unusual angle, she saw the man opposite her with an extremely pale face.

Then, she watched as her body sheathed the weapon and then tore open her already low neckline, kneeling on the ground in a posture too disgraceful to behold.

“Dear Master, I have succeeded.”

“Now you can do whatever you want with this body.”

“No!”

She screamed silently.

“Gawain, you beast!”

As a Fourth Tier Transcendent, Tamara had witnessed all sorts of things and understood the darkness of human nature.

But what she could not accept at this moment was the identity of the other party.

He was her archenemy!

Roger looked somewhat speechlessly at Uma kneeling before him.

To tell the truth, he had just unleashed the Aden Dharma Seal more than a dozen times in one breath, both his spirit and body were strained to the limit.

This had helped Uma complete a spell.

Shadow Swap.

This terrifying spell forcibly imprisoned Tamara’s soul within the shadow, which was the part of her shadow that Uma controlled–taking over Tamara’s nest as the body’s new master.

Previously, Roger would have been absolutely incapable of unleashing so many successive Dharma Seals; every Seal contained the power of Pale Blood.

“Stand up,” Roger ordered casually.

“Dear Master…”

Uma bowed down even lower.

“Won’t you reconsider a bit more?”

“This body is a true beauty, and considering her identity…”

Uma was full of anticipation.

“Just the thought is exciting.”

Observing her expression, Roger felt that the object in his hand should not be a sword.

But a whip.