Demon Hunter and His Hut

You go with me? "

Roger smiled and stretched out his hand to grab the wings behind Martha. The woman moved lightly, and she avoided Roger's palm flexibly.

"This thing can't be touched indiscriminately."

"If you touch... there is a price to pay."

She glanced at Roger, "Go there, if you are strong enough... I will wait for you in the bottom room."

With all kinds of indescribable sounds in his ears, Roger hesitated whether to do it directly here, but soon he thought of the mysterious new owner of the manor.

He nodded, pushed a few women rushing away, and walked to the wooden door behind the stage.

The wooden door opened to the sides, and a closed elevator appeared in front of him. Roger walked into it and the gear turned the elevator slowly down.

"Ding!"

With a soft noise, the elevator opened, and in the open space was a group of people around the gaming table, their staring red eyes shouting hoarse.

In the state of the hunter's vision, Roger could perceive some weird things being pulled away from everyone's bodies.

Then it blends into the surrounding room bit by bit.

"soul?"

"Essence?"

Roger shook his head. Instead of checking, he continued down.

The next level is a huge Colosseum, blood is splashing, and the people in the cage are fighting with selflessness.

Continue down.

The space on each floor is shrinking, and there are fewer and fewer people in the room. Although the purpose is different, each room in it points to a certain desire of human beings.

Pure and thorough.

Until the end, the elevator went down. After a long wait, the elevator was opened, and there was darkness in front of Roger.

A beam of light came from mid-air, and Martha's figure appeared strangely in front of Roger.

"Isn't everything in the room satisfying your desires?"

Martha changed into a black evening dress, and the wide bat wings on her back wrapped her body.

"What are you looking for here?"

Roger didn't say a word, he looked around, "Isn't this underground?"

Although the elevator just now created a downward illusion, Roger was not an ordinary person. He knew that he had never moved at all.

Every time the door was opened and closed, it came to a different area.

From beginning to end, he didn't take half a step.

Martha was taken aback for a moment, but then a touch of cruelty emerged in her eyes, her beautiful face showed a touch of hideousness, "Are you from the Knights of the Round Table?"

"You control too much."

"Everyone enjoys everything here, there is no dispute, no harm, and no death."

"According to the regulations, the Knights of the Round Table are not qualified to intervene in this matter."

"I'm not from the Knights of the Round Table."

Roger shook his head, "I just came here..."

He moved his body horizontally to the left and suddenly pinched his hand to somewhere in the void.

"Uh!"

Martha, who was floating in the darkness, suddenly disappeared, and a figure gradually appeared in Roger's palm.

"you you!"

Pulling Marsala in front of him, Roger took off the mask on his face, his eyes shone brightly, and the violent mental power poured into the woman's eyes like a flood.

Martha's eyes widened and her eyes became chaotic. After a long time, when there was sweat on Roger's forehead, the struggle in the woman's eyes disappeared.

She stepped forward and lightly patted somewhere in the elevator.

A smile appeared on his face, "The desire of ordinary people can no longer fill your heart, dear Mr. Geralt, what are you after?"

"Humans have always existed since they were born..."

"The pursuit of immortality?"

The elevator closed, and Roger saw Martha's figure disappear into the darkness.

Rumbling.

This time when the door opened again, Roger found that he had returned to the original hall.

But what is different from entering here at the beginning is the simple decoration in the room, the wooden floor stairs, and the fireplace with flames burning at the end of the room.

There was a crackling sound of wood burning, and the walls were portraits of the owners of this manor. Roger glanced casually, and finally his gaze stayed on the last face.

His pupils shrank slightly.

"Is this the duke who married the Green family?"

It was pitch black outside the window, and Roger didn't know what he would face when he turned and pushed the door open.

He doesn't even know which one is the real world here or the magnificent hall just now.

There was a faint voice in front of him, he put on his mask again, took off a black robe that was hanging, and Roger walked to the room at the end.

The lights flickered and the light in the room was dim. Roger's entry did not disturb anyone. He quietly blended into the crowd and looked at the high platform in the middle.

A tall and handsome man was standing there. He had long dark golden hair, and he was wearing a fitting evening dress. The edge of the white shirt was slightly protruding, and he was wearing a huge ruby ​​ring on his slender fingers.

And beside him, stood a figure that made Roger very familiar.

Martha.

"She didn't just..."

Roger had some doubts in his mind.

"Special passage?"

"No, it's not right, it's too fast, and once she wakes up, she will definitely do something."

"Are they twins?"

Throwing this ridiculous idea into his mind, Roger's heart shuddered, and soon thought of a possibility.

If his guess is correct, then the new owner of this manor is terrible.

"Boom!"

The door was closed tightly, and Roger discovered at this time that all the people in the room formed a complete pattern after counting his current position.

"Flap!"

The clapping of hands by the men on the high platform attracted everyone's attention.

"Dario Brando."

"Congratulations everyone, you have passed all the tests and resisted the most primitive desires of mankind."

"When you stand here, then the only thing that can satisfy you is the desire for eternal life."

"Young body, immortal face, and powerful strength!"

As soon as the voice fell, Dirio suddenly threw his fist.

"Boom!"

Martha, who was standing next to him, was hit by a cannonball, her nose collapsed and her face was sunken with a punch.

She flew out, hit the wall in the distance and made a loud noise, then bounced off.

A large pool of blood quickly spread on the ground, and what was even more frightening was that a deep hole appeared on the wall after she hit.

The power of this punch is evident.

Click, click, click.

At this moment, Martha, who had thought she had been killed, suddenly struggled to stand up. She picked up something in the blood, and then pieced it together on her face bit by bit.

The nose was set on the forehead~www.NovelMTL.com~ Eyeballs bulged out of the broken mouth. At this moment, Martha suddenly opened her mouth, her sharp fangs protruding out, and she bit her not far away. On a black-robed man.

Without struggling, the body of the black-robed man shrivelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood of the whole body was drained.

And Masha's injury is also recovering extremely quickly.

"My dear, you are too heavy."

Martha, who was back to normal, smiled.

Dirio's gaze swept across.

"I have owned countless masks in my life. They are all my carefully crafted works of art, but this one is the only one."

Speaking, he opened a wooden box in his hand and took out a bone mask densely covered with cracks.

"This is the magic of the Creator!"

Seeing this mask, Roger's face changed drastically.