Demon Hunter and His Hut

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The blade runs through the heart.

At the juncture of life and death, Araham made the final struggle.

【Blood Feast】

Roger did not hesitate to activate the strongest ability on the cursed sword. He even worried that the dark energy enveloped in the sword would not be enough to kill Araham.

The clothes they were wearing wrapped up the two of them like living creatures, and a reduced version of the dark sky shrouded the two of them in an instant.

Araham's body exploded violently. He had not considered the consequences of doing so at this time. He couldn't dodge this attack, and he had no future.

His speed is fast enough and his determination is big enough, but he still underestimates the greed of the cursed sword.

The dark energy flowing on the sword flew out like tentacles.

The sword body trembled, and Roger, as the holder of this weapon, could even feel certain emotions conveyed by the cursed sword.

Cheerful.

Like a gluttonous child.

"What is this?"

"who are you?"

Araham let out a scream, after the increase of the cursed sword, Roger's power has grown to an incredible level.

Without any fancy skills, the long sword beating in his hand, he caught up with Araham's retreating body, and countless rays of light flashed in the air.

【Fanxing】

Different from the majestic and majestic use of energy, the only moves at this time are fast, extremely precise and fierce!

At the same time, Roger's left hand protruded, and the Falcon of Arden enveloped his palm, crushing the green remnant soul enveloped in the flame, and then held the beating pale blood in his hand!

"It's mine!"

Arahan's body had just condensed together and was penetrated by the cursed sword again. This time he had no energy to escape from the cursed sword.

"Haha!"

"Suck it, soak up my blood and soul!"

Araham's head began to dry out, and he stared at Roger's hideous face as he opened the blood feast.

The dark pupils reflected Araham's dying struggle.

"You know where your body came from, and now you have absorbed all my essence and inherited the pale blood that I condensed!"

A mad smile appeared on Araham's face.

"I'm not dead, just a different way of being."

He stretched out his dry fingers, but before they even touched Roger's body, they turned into ashes.

"I am you, you are me."

"I, I will live in every muscle and every inch of your bones, and live forever!"

The look in his eyes disappeared, and Araham turned into ashes, drifting out with Roger's sword drawing.

When Araham was killed, something strange passed from the cursed sword to Roger's body. Thinking of what Araham said before his death, Roger instinctively wanted to resist.

But before the brain gave instructions, the body responded spontaneously, greedily taking some special substances from Araham's body into Roger's body.

As if to make up for some shortcomings.

The feeling transmitted from the depths of the body even affected Roger, who was in a state of blood feast.

He needs it so much.

It's like a fish can't live without water.

There was even an absurd illusion in Roger's heart. If he didn't kill Araham and absorb those special things in his body, under normal circumstances, Roger would never be able to break through the fourth-order boundary.

Even with the help of the hunter's hut, he barely took this step, but there will be more hidden dangers waiting for him in the future.

The body collapses, the soul clashes...

But at this moment, when this throbbing completely disappeared, Roger instantly noticed the difference in himself.

His strength has not improved, nor has his mental power increased.

But Roger knew he had become complete.

At least for a long time, the conflict between the body and the soul ceased to exist.

It is necessary to find a way to solve this hidden danger. With his current accumulation of knowledge, there is obviously no better way. It can only be seen whether the subsequent upgrade of the hunter hut can provide corresponding help.

Grasping the cursed sword in his hand, the darkness covering his head disappeared, and the cloak gathered again on his body, changing its form into a pitch-black cloak.

The surrounding light returned to normal, and Roger found that he had been trapped.

The monster under Lan Mallok roared, staring at Roger with scarlet eyes.

"It looks like your background is extraordinary, we caught a big fish!"

Several people also noticed that Roger was abnormal and powerful at this time, but there were four knights of inheritance, and they were confident to face any challenges.

Even if the opponent is the Radiant Knight or Lancelot!

"Huh..."

There was a gasp in Roger's throat that resembled a wild beast, black smoke was swirling between his mouth and nose, and dark energy had penetrated every corner of his body.

Roger's body has also been strengthened to the extreme, and the power that has nowhere to vent can only rush to his brain, impacting the last line of defense formed by the seal.

"Can't you come here a while later?"

Roger whispered.

"When Mr. Lancelot gets rid of Gawain over there, we will get rid of this pest. There will be no competition plus the merits in our hands."

"I think Mr. Lancelot must be able to lock the position of the leader in advance. According to the agreement, although we cannot leave the Knights, we can have a certain sense of freedom."

Bose's two fists collided, and he was a little eager to try, "Do it, get rid of him, everything is over!"

Not only Bowes, Lan Mallok, Percival and others have a look of expectation on their faces.

"Gavin?"

Hearing this name, Roger's tormented spirit regained some calmness. He really did not expect that the man nicknamed the Paladin in the Alien Society would be the Glorious Knight Gawain.

A true knight.

But when you think about it, there is a reason. The name is not only a title, but also an identity.

Dickinson's instructions sounded in his ears. At this moment, Roger had a new understanding of the other members of the Paranormal Society.

The nicknames these guys who don't know their origins and identities said when they introduced themselves may be the only thing that can prove their existence.

"But how did Gawain get into the Foreign Spirit Club?"

There was another thought in his mind, but it was only an instant that Roger left it behind. His spirit was already at risk under the erosion of dark energy.

He needs to vent.

Need to break out!

"Ha ha!"

Roger sneered~www.NovelMTL.com~ He turned sideways slightly, his dark pupils glanced at Bowes and said, "The noble Knights of the Round Table actually had an infighting."

"Did you break your brains during the inheritance ceremony, or did you know that you didn't want to think about the terrible result."

"Gao Wen is dead, after becoming the so-called head of the regiment."

"What are you guys to Lancelot?"

As soon as Roger's voice fell, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

Perhaps as Roger said, they didn't know, but subconsciously wanted to avoid this problem.

Because the truth is often too cruel.

At the moment when everyone was distracted, Roger launched a violent counterattack.

Today, the heritage of knights is destined to be cut off here.

And more than one!