Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　 Cassandra's body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Arahan also changed.

　　 All the essence of the two people gathered together, the difference is that Kassandra's face only had silence and despair, while Araham took the comfort of the winner.

　　 uses the witch’s womb at the peak of a full moon as a hotbed, black witchcraft as a catalyst, and a drop of pale blood condensed by Araham.

　　Araham’s predecessor was a powerful blood hunter. Blood hunters, like warlocks, possess powerful blood in their bodies, and the way to advance is to develop their own blood.

　　 It's just that there will be some differences in specific applications. Warlocks are more inclined to tap the instinct to amplify the power in the blood.

　　 Blood hunters are more willing to use blood to transform themselves.

　　The warlock is a spiritual alienation, while the blood hunter is a physical alienation. They are also digging for blood, but in the end they show two completely opposite paths.

　　The warlock maintains most of the characteristics of human beings physically, but becomes more and more dehumanized mentally.

　　 And the blood hunter, desperately transforming himself, the body becomes inhuman, but the spirit keeps human rationality and emotion as much as possible.

　　 No one knows which of the two roads is correct.

　　The pale blood condensed by Araham is a blood that is more advanced than pure blood. At this step, it is almost time to trace the origin of the blood.

　　 If you complete this step, you will completely get rid of the identity of the human body and become a legendary species.

　　 is powerful and has a long life span.

　　 "Mr. Sean will not let you go."

　　 Before the spirit was completely pulled into the darkness, Kassandra burst into a bitter hatred.

"Ha ha."

　　 Araham sneered, "Your expression now looks very much like those weak people who have been tortured and killed by me."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Cassandra's expression became dull, her body shriveled, but her abdomen bulged at an extremely fast speed.

　　 Click, click!

　　 There was a sound of withered wood cracking from Araham's body, and his body broke into a dozen pieces in an instant.

　　 fell to the ground and turned into a ball of pus.

　　 only left a mutilated head.

　　 Dickinson held Araham's head in his hands.

"My master……"

　　 "Open her chest and stuff my head in." Araham also became very weak, he said intermittently.

　　 "I need to absorb more souls from other worlds, what about the demon hunter you mentioned before?"

　　 "Bring him to see me, fast!"

　　 "Don't worry, my master." Dickinson lowered his head.

　　 "Be careful, if I die, you won't survive."

　　 A cloud of haze flashed in Dickinson’s eyes, but he returned to normal in an instant, "Great master, Dickinson is willing to serve you forever."

　　 "Remember your promise..."

　　 Araham's voice became lower and lower, until finally it fell silent.

　　…………

　　Hu!

　　 Roger opened his eyes and spit out the sand in his mouth.

　　 He looked around and found himself lying on a sandy beach. Not far from him, Henrik was lying on the ground with his stomach straight.

　　 "Is this guy drowned?"

　　 The sun was shining on the sea. Thinking of all the things before, Roger even suspected that he had hallucinations.

　　 Ke clenched his fists, but the information on the bulletin board let Roger know that he had actually increased the limit power in his body to 10.

　　 According to Henrik, this level is almost the limit that an elite hunter can reach.

　　 Even after ordinary elite hunters in modern times have increased their ultimate power to more than 5 points, they will begin to prepare for the next stage.

　　 Old hunter.

　　 That is the pinnacle that ordinary demon hunters can reach.

　　 is going up, only after awakening the special bloodline and becoming a blood hunter, can he continue to ascend.

　　The bloodline is like a heaven in a transcendent world.

　　 An unfamiliar beach, Roger gave Henrik a simple treatment, digging out the sand in his mouth and pressing out the seawater in his stomach.

　　 After tossing for a long time, Henrik finally returned to normal, but although he breathed well, his eyes closed tightly, and there was no sign of awakening.

　　 No way, Roger carried Henrik on his shoulders and walked away along the beach.

　　 Gradually, the distant scenery became familiar. Roger saw the familiar village, and subconsciously squeezed the steel sword behind him.

　　 But at this moment, a figure appeared behind the big stone.

"It's you?"

　　 The two said in unison.

　　 Roger was also a little surprised, the old figure that appeared before him turned out to be the old Hank in the fishing village.

　　Old Hank looked Roger up and down.

　　 "Why did you change your outfit again, where did you get the clothes?"

　　 Roger did not answer this question, but pointed to Henrik who was on his shoulder.

　　 "It's a long story. My friend was injured and fell into a coma. Can you help me find a quiet place?"

　　Old Hank glanced at Henrik.

　　 "You actually became friends with outsiders?"

　　 His eyes were full of suspicion and alertness, but after having the last experience, he hesitated and nodded.

"Come with me."

　　 A few days later, there was no other change in the village. When he returned, Roger watched from a distance as a few teenagers walked into the village carrying fishing nets, as if he had just returned from fishing.

　　 Old Hank found an empty room for Roger on the edge of the village, "Wake up your friend, and then leave here."

　　 "You can stay here as long as you want, but he can't."

　　 "There is not much to eat in the village. I will ask someone to give you some for a while."

　　 After a few words hard, Old Hank turned and left.

　　 Roger checked the wound on Henrik's body and treated it a little more seriously. His pupils breathed normally.

　　 "It should be a mental shock."

　　 Roger didn't have a good way to do this. His mental power can only be used for defense. When it comes to mental power, Roger only noticed the improvement of his physical fitness at this time, which also increased the mental power in his mind a lot.

　　 The second Ouroboros has begun to take shape, and its thickness is not much different from that of the first, but because the increase in mental power this time comes from the skyrocketing physical fitness.

　　 The extra mental power seems rough and needs to be tempered.

　　 After getting used to these mental powers, no matter how many times you practice it, you should be able to cultivate a new Dharma seal.

　　 For Roger, as long as he mastered one type of seal and reversed it, it was equivalent to possessing a second type of seal.

　　 Ignatius and Acxi.

The flames and the soul bewildered, these two kinds of seals have greatly improved him~www.NovelMTL.com~ Time passed a little bit, and when Roger was a little worried and planned to take Henrik back to Crescent City, he let out a dull voice Hmph, Henrik who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

　　 "Where am I?"

　　 "You finally woke up, how do you feel?"

　　 Henrik was about to speak, but there was a soft noise outside the door.

　　 Roger leaned over to see that it was the same boy who had communicated with him a few days ago.

　　 "Is the belly hungry? The village has boiled a little fish soup. I specially stole a bowl for you."

　　 got into the house, and the boy could not wait to take out a broken wooden bowl with a little fishy smell floating in the bowl, and a few unknown seaweeds.

　　 "Drink while it's hot."

　　The boy enthusiastically handed the wooden bowl to Roger's hand. At this moment, Henrik suddenly bounced from the bed and kicked the wooden bowl in Roger's hand.

　　 Then he stepped forward and caught the boy's neck, pushing him against the wall behind.

　　 "Poisonous?"

　　 Roger was taken aback for a moment.

　　 Henrik's face was gloomy, "I don't know if it is poisonous, but human flesh should be used for the soup!"

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