Demon Hunter and His Hut

Ingmar's body was specially modified when he was young. Years of fighting have brought a lot of burden to the body, plus some injuries after entering New Moon City.

The body finally reached the critical value, and after healed his injury, it was not suitable to continue fighting, so this bold demon hunter could only bid farewell to his previous life.

Although she can no longer accept the task, Ingmar will come to the bar to drink from time to time, but without the blessing of special abilities, she becomes like an ordinary person.

Will be tired and drunk.

Vincent greeted him behind the bar, and a waitress assisted the drunk Ingmar and walked out.

"She needs to start a new life."

Vincent put the cleaned wine glass on the bar and said meaningfully.

Roger said nothing.

He knew that he had already distanced himself from the ordinary demon hunters at the bottom.

In the bar, most of the people he saw did not enter the extraordinary. They tempered themselves to participate in the battle, eager to become stronger and stronger, and that day would break the shackles and break through the limits.

It is a pity not to mention that in the entire world, even in Menia, ordinary demon hunters are not considered powerful individuals.

In Europe, the wizard is just one of the three natural associations at the bottom of the list.

But here, the former Kassandra and the Voodoo Association that she swayed, they squeezed their heads and wanted to become a member of the Menia spellcaster team.

This gap is really hopeless.

In comparison, an ordinary demon hunter is too insignificant.

Roger stood up and pressed a paper currency at the bottom of the cup.

"I would like to drink something, I invite you."

Vincent's voice came from the bar.

"Of course, it's real wine."

Roger smiled and shook his head.

"Is it a new demon hunter?"

"There has been no new blood in the bar for a long time, you are welcome."

Compared to the time he and Henrik were together here, the lively bar was much deserted.

At that time, Araham attracted a large number of ordinary hunters into Crescent City for his own purposes, which caused a lot of casualties, and it was estimated that it would take a long time to recover.

"I just happened to pass by, come in and sit down."

Roger nodded, turned and left the bar.

In just a few months in Europe, his speed of progress is amazing. Who would have thought that the last time he walked into this bar, he was just an ordinary hunter who had just entered the extraordinary.

But now, his actual combat effectiveness is close to Tier 4, and even in Europe, he is the strongest transcendent except for a few major forces.

Cassandra and Araham used to be the insurmountable mountains in front of him, but now that the mountains are leveled, Roger has reached a new height.

"Maybe this is extraordinary."

Roger has some new understandings.

Recently, as the distance from Tier 4 gets closer and closer, as well as the excavation of one's own power and the refinement of pale blood.

This made Roger's whole person, from the spirit to the body, and even his mentality, some subtle changes have taken place.

The change from the third to the fourth level is even greater than the changes in all previous levels combined.

"I thought that guy was also a new demon hunter." A man sitting at the table next to him wiped the beer foam from his beard.

"The world is changing."

Someone sighed.

"From long swords to pistols, maybe one day the demon hunter will be replaced by other things."

"This is nothing we can do. We can't awaken like a bloodliner. Our height is always limited."

"Isn't every country trying to find ways to study super fighters? But so what? Science and technology are science and technology, and extraordinary is extraordinary."

"They may be able to replicate a large number of super soldiers, but they will never be able to produce super soldiers in batches."

The man drank the wine in the glass and stood up.

"Don't tell me, there is still a task tomorrow."

Vincent looked at the somewhat deserted bar, wondering what was thinking in his eyes.

The decline of the Demon Hunter may be inevitable, unless...

Thinking of this, Vincent shook his head helplessly.

After so much, I still believe in miracles and the future.

. . . . .

At this time, Roger had already left Bordeaux by plane.

Destination, Fog City.

Wiping away the traces left by him, after getting off the plane, Roger changed his clothes and changed his appearance, and then quietly came to a villa somewhere in Wudu.

He sneaked into the room quietly. It was late at night, and the room was silent. It was obviously empty for a long time.

After searching for a circle and nothing was gained, Roger rushed to the next location.

Throughout the night, from the fog to other nearby cities, Roger changed places several times, and finally arrived at a house in the suburbs not long after.

A familiar figure appeared.

"Lancelot, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Roger didn't speak, he looked at someone who had not invited him without expression.

"Gavin, do you dare to show up?"

Roger squinted his eyes and looked at the crescent moon hanging above his head.

"Lancelot, you have seen another form of me in the dark."

Gawain stretched out his palms defenselessly, with a smile that was completely different from the usual on the corners of his mouth.

"I am the strongest in the sun, but I am crazier in the dark."

"In comparison, I suggest you fight against me in the sun. Have you forgotten the last lesson?"

As soon as the voice fell, the aura in his whole body swelled fiercely, and even a hint of eager light emerged in his eyes.

Roger lowered his head and said nothing.

He heard some information from Gao Wen's words. These things were never mentioned by Gao Wen when he communicated with Gao Wen in the identity of the fog.

In addition, due to the broken soul, the memory absorbed by Dirio's mask was shattered, and there was no relevant information in it.

Roger wisely did not continue this topic, "What are you looking for me for?"

The corners of Gawain's mouth were raised, and the very gentle smile on his usual day felt a little weird at this time.

"Finally, you still didn't restrain the desire in your heart. Since you disappeared for a while, Bedwell must be dead."

"Did you kill him?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Roger replied indifferently.

"How could it not matter?"

"We have been fighting secretly for nearly a hundred years. Tell me, will anyone know you better than me?"

Roger's heart shuddered.

"Come on, what do you want to do?"

Roger pretended to be irritable and raised his hand abruptly. A frosty weapon appeared in his right hand.

"This is the suburbs and there are no people around. You should know what I will do next?"

"Haha!"

"To be honest, I really want to move my muscles and bones."

"But I didn't come here to fight with you, I just wanted to give you a suggestion."

"Kill Bedwell, you are the only candidate for the leader, if you get Green's reuse in the next period of time, and have a chance to take his place."

Gawain smiled.

"Then everything we talked to today and before has never happened."

The expression on Roger's disguised Lancelot's face eased a little.

"But if he still didn't choose you, he chose someone else..."

"Then I think, maybe we can try to cooperate once."

"Don't rush to refuse."

"I just mentioned a possibility, then I will find a way to help you lift the imprisonment in your soul."

"Go away, I don't want to hear a word from your mouth again!"

Roger snarled and interrupted Gawain.

"Think about it. This is just a backup option. You may never use it."

"Just in case..."

Gao Wen looked at Roger with a smile, he uttered a questioning tone, but the expression on his face was determined.

As he once suggested.

He understands Lancelot's character, and also knows more secrets. He knows very well that the man in front of him will follow his own arrangements and move towards that destined destiny step by step.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came.

"just in case?"

"It's no accident."

Somewhere in the room the air spread out like water waves, and among the ripples, a woman holding the Holy Grail appeared.

Seeing Galahad who suddenly broke in, Gawain's face changed first, and the aura on his body suddenly expanded and then suddenly contracted.

With just a breath, Gawain regained his composure again.

Galahad's face was frosty, and she glanced at Roger coldly, "Mr. Lancelot, you have been missing for a long time. This has aroused the attention of the head of the regiment and some high-level members of the Privy Council."

She was talking, but her eyes finally fell on Gawain.

"No need to check, Mr. Green didn't come."

"It's just a traitor, there is no need to attract Tier 4's attention."

She smiled sarcastically.

"If Mr. Green does come, you might be dead by this time."

A strange look flashed in Gawain's eyes, and he shook his head lightly.

"That's not necessarily."

Countless thoughts flashed in his mind. Gawain analyzed the situation before him. At first, he thought it was just a trap made by Lancelot to get him out.

But what Galahad said soon dispelled his doubts.

It seemed that Lancelot had been missing for this period of time, and Galahad was also looking for him, so he was approached by the other party as soon as he appeared.

But where did Gao Wen know that the situation before him was specially arranged by Roger.

Galahad had appeared in his manor holding the Holy Grail before, which gave Roger some in-depth understanding of this woman.

What the mask changes is only the external form and some of the aura of disguise. The true essence is the core of Lancelot's inheritance.

Roger knew that as long as he took out the sword of frost and activated the energy on it, it would not take long before Galahad would hear the news.

As for whether Gawain will appear, Roger is not sure.

He just guessed that Gawain must have his reason for bewitching Lancelot, as long as Lancelot killed Bedwell, he would have the next action.

Although there are some variables and risks in the whole process, from the current situation, it has basically reached Roger's previous vision.

The Holy Grail in his hand disappeared, and Galahad walked out of the corner. The three stood in one direction, and the distance between each other was very close, forming a triangle.

"Mr. Lancelot, Commander Green is very worried about your disappearance, and he will meet you personally after returning."

"But I think if we can bring back a traitor's head, then Captain Green will be very happy."

A vague breath flashed across Galahad, and she didn't mention what the two had communicated before.

Roger stood there, just squeezed the weapon in his hand, but did not answer any questions.

"Two hits one."

"To be honest, among the 12 Knights of the Round Table, Galahad, your strength has always been a mystery."

Gao Wen sneered.

"Maybe the answer will be revealed today."

"Although I enjoy the joy of fighting, I want to ask before that..."

"Beautiful Galahad, will you be the candidate to replace Lancelot?"

"Tsk tsk, although no news came out privately, to be honest, many people are curious about what you and Green did in that house."

Gawain in the dark is not as gentle as he is in the day. He is dark and cold, and as his tone improves, some changes begin to appear in his body.

"Dirty stuff!"

Galahad roared, and the whole person appeared in front of Gao Wen like a ghost in the next second.

"You are not Gawain, the man I know would never say such dirty words even for freedom."

When Galahad's figure appeared beside him, Gawain seemed to be prepared.

A little sarcasm flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand, and a knife that looked like the night flashed suddenly, and the weapon in Gawain's hand almost merged with the darkness, fierce, quick and silent.

He seemed to have insight into Galahad's reaction long ago, waiting for the opponent to take the initiative to hit his own knife.

"Let me personally weigh your qualifications."

Although Gawain's words were facing Galahad, they were more like speaking to Roger, who was standing not far from him.

"What qualifications do you have to replace Lancelot and become a candidate for the commander of the Knights?!"

Gawain stepped out, the muscles on his body bulged, and the shape of his whole person changed a lot.

"I hate my appearance."

"Look, I am obviously such a warm person."

"Swish!"

Gao Wen cut out dozens of knives in an instant.

This scene is very strange, one suddenly and one has been prepared, the actions of the two are as if they had been rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Roger watched with cold eyes. Gawain's combat effectiveness in the dark was very strong, but it was not Gawain that surprised him.

But Galahad, who has always been beautiful and well-known by everyone.

Roger caught a flash of darkness ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then there was a dense slashing sound.

In just a moment, Galahad was hit by dozens of knives, and his clothes were torn to pieces, revealing the body below.

Humm!

Galahad slammed into the wall behind him. The wooden structure of the house could not withstand the impact of this degree. Galahad broke out of the debris in the sky.

Gawain took a deep breath, as if to pull the surrounding darkness into his body.

The weapon in his hand changed its shape, the ends were elongated, and a white light flashed at the tip.

He took a step forward.

"To be honest, I'm really disappointed."

Clenching the weapon in his hand, Gawain's body burst out.

【Nightmans】

The spear pierced the darkness and caught up with Galahad who flew out.