Demon Hunter and His Hut

　　The flame completely enveloped the figure preparing to attack Roger. The man let out a scream and escaped from the impact of the flame at the fastest speed.

　　 But even so, the clothes and surface skin on his body were burned, flesh and rags were mixed together, and the whole person looked like a skinned ghost.

　　 Although the opponent escaped from the attack range, the attack in Roger's hand still did not stop.

　　 The flame continued to spray, and in the next second, Roger picked up the monster pinched in his hand.

　　 Chi!

　　 regards the monster in his hand as a weapon, and tears open the deformed iron fence scorched by the flame in three or two strokes.

　　 Even if the monster in his hand hadn't died just now, his bones were shattered under Roger's devastation, and there were piercing wounds all over his body.

　　 swiftly glanced at the ghost that had been burned to the shape of a human, a trace of contempt flashed in Roger's eyes.

　　 "Idiot, I've noticed you a long time ago. I haven't done anything, just to get you to the bait."

　　 While talking, he walked through the torn open iron fence, broke the glass, and jumped off the third floor.

　　 "I'm going to eat you!"

　　 "Zalu, be careful!" Dickinson shouted.

　　 Where can I hear Zaru at this time? He jumped out the window without hesitation.

　　 His body rose into the sky, and the cool breeze from the mountain blew on him, Zhalu suddenly became a little more sober.

　　 But at this moment, he was surprised to find that Roger, who should have fallen on the ground, actually hung his body in mid-air.

　　 Then he heard Roger spit out a word that made him chill all over his body.

　　 "Headshot, aim!"

　　 A gunshot sounded in the next second.

　　 Boom!

The sound of 　　 sniper rifle spread throughout the woods, and countless small birds flew up in the woods.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 Zalru had nowhere to dodge in the air, his head burst open, and Roger also turned over and fell from the edge of the third floor.

　　 As soon as he landed, he found that Zaru's body had fallen and disappeared into the air strangely.

　　 was shocked, Roger reminded loudly: "Be careful, that guy is not dead yet!"

　　 Roger removed the weapon from the car, and a cloud of water vapor rose up around it, and then the water vaporized mist, covering the entire area.

　　 This little fog has little effect on the line of sight, but it may be difficult for Henrik in the distance to shoot again.

　　 "He left it to you, I want to kill that nasty gunman!"

　　 Zharu let out a low growl.

　　 Dickinson's figure appeared in the fog, but Roger only glanced at Dickinson, but turned around and ran.

　　 Now that Dickinson's identity has been completely determined, the next thing is much easier. The initiative to fight or escape is entirely in Roger's hands.

　　 But even if Roger really wants to fight Dickinson, he should at least choose a terrain that is good for him.

　　 "Want to run?"

　　 "Dedicate your soul first!"

　　 Dickinson's face was so gloomy, he thought of what Roger had said before, and his heart shook.

　　 Blinked quickly, Dickinson folded his hands together, and the iron gate of the manor door not far away closed.

　　 Then all the fences grew upwards against the principle, the weird energy contracted inwards, and the world revolved in the next second.

　　 When his vision returned to normal again, Roger saw the dilapidated house behind Dickinson. He sighed and reluctantly pulled out the long sword behind him.

　　 "Why don't you run away?"

　　 Dickinson sneered. He shook his shirt, his clothes wandered around and gathered in his hands, forming a big knife that didn't match his size at all.

　　 The length of the blade is more than 1.5 meters, and the width is more than 25 cm. It looks like a large wooden board.

　　 Roger's pupils shrank slightly. The ability that Dickinson showed was very similar to that of Julianne who was killed by him.

　　 "Black Witchcraft?" Roger's heart moved.

　　Because it is in external publicity. The Hunter Guild’s charge for the Voodoo Association is to research and promote black witchcraft.

　　 "The dark witchcraft you think is just a little trick peculiar to our race."

　　 The surrounding trees were dry, and the cool breeze made a weird whining sound. Roger looked back and found a straight bluestone road under the mountain.

　　 The end of the road leads to the back alley of the Hunter's Guild.

　　 "Crescent Moon City, I didn't expect to have a secret passage leading to Crescent City in your hands."

"who are you?"

　　 "I am the soul child of the great Soul Eater Saramap, and that Araham is fortunate to be the master's vessel."

　　 "Where is President Vitch?"

　　 Roger asked.

"died."

　　 "Why do you want to catch me?"

　　 Dickinson grinned, "Because your soul comes from another world, we can absorb the characteristics of the other world's soul and transform it into our own strength to recover from the injury."

　　 "So, we have to decide your soul!"

　　 "In other words, there is no so-called help at all. Your only purpose of approaching me is to seduce me and let me take the initiative to dedicate my soul in your ceremony."

　　 Roger asked rhetorically.

　　 Dickinson did not speak, but looked at him quietly.

"last question!"

　　 Roger's gaze became solemn, "Are the things in your room real?"

　　 Dickinson was taken aback for a moment, but the next second he saw Roger smile happily.

"I can rest assured that."

　　 "You are dead, everything is mine!"

　　 Before the words fell, he had already crossed the distance between the two in an instant, slashing at Dickinson's head with a sword.

　　 "Although I am not a good person, you have shown such great kindness before. You can't do anything until you are completely sure, but now..."

when!

　　 Dickinson raised the big knife in his hand, his whole skin became blood red, and the thick blood veins even spread from the neck to the cheeks.

　　 On the degree of evolution, this guy is indeed much better than Roger.

　　 This is an old hunter-level awakener!

　　 is equivalent to the crescent peak.

　　 Calculated according to the breakthrough level, the current Roger is only equivalent to a top-level elite hunter.

　　 If you count the bonus of the hunter's hut and the magic seal you have on your body.

　　 and the evil tooth in my hand...

　　Dangdang!

　　 Although Dickinson blocked three consecutive attacks, there was no discouragement in Roger's eyes.

　　 His power is getting more and more abundant~www.NovelMTL.com~ The light in his eyes is getting more and more bright.

　　 "What race are you?"

　　 Dickinson’s face changed slightly. It was the formalities he handled for Roger himself. How could an ordinary demon hunter who had just entered the supernatural be so strong?

　　 But soon, Dickinson laughed happily.

　　 "The higher the quality of your soul, the faster the master can recover. As long as you swallow you, the master can wake up from sleep and get rid of this **** cage!"

　　 At the same time, Henrik who was hiding in the woods also discovered the anomaly. The sudden appearance of fog made him lose his vision, but a harsh sound came from his ears.

　　 No matter how he shouted next, he couldn't get Roger's response.

Henrik jumped off the tree with his spear, and just rushed forward a few steps, a twisted figure flashed in the shadow of the whirling tree, without aiming, Henrik pulled the sniper rifle entirely by relying on the natural reaction of his body. Trigger.

　　嗵!

　　 The bullet seemed to hit the water polo in the next second, and a scorched figure appeared behind Henrik in the splashing water droplets.

　　 One of his mouth splits to both sides, and his mandible bites Henrik's back neck like a python!

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