Demon Hunter and His Hut

Looking at Dros, who was slowly walking down from the second floor with a smile, surrounded by a few figures, Roger quickly glanced around.

He didn't see Farr in the crowd, everything was normal, but Roger could easily distinguish the subtle changes in the atmosphere.

Those service staff with keen hands and feet were obviously nervous a lot, except for Phar, Bundy and Bisca did not show up.

Delos waved his hand and said a few words that are not painful or itchy, and the others who were intoxicated in the atmosphere of the banquet found nothing unusual.

Delos raised their glasses, the others in the field responded, soothing music sounded, and the banquet officially began. Several young people couldn't wait to get to Delos's side.

Pretending to be reserved and trying hard to talk.

Delos smiled and responded one by one. Although it seemed to be easy to do, Roger could notice the anxiety in his eyebrows.

Obviously, something must have happened on the third floor not long ago.

At this moment, Roger noticed that Dros' face suddenly whitened, and coughed a few words in a hurry. Several people around him were concerned about it in a timely manner, but Dros's condition did not get better.

The coughing sound became louder and louder, and his body swayed back and forth to hold the wooden handrail beside him.

The faces of the strange faces standing not far away changed slightly, when Bundy suddenly appeared, and he stepped forward.

"Sorry everyone, Mr. Delos is unwell, so I won't disturb everyone's interest any more." His shoulders close to Delos half of his body blocked everyone's sight.

"It doesn't matter, this is a sacrifice for the kingdom."

As soon as the flatterer's voice fell, the defenseless Bundy was knocked away by a powerful force. He flew five or six meters and knocked down several aristocratic women who were dancing at the banquet.

There was a tumult in the field.

At this time, Deros' body was rickety, his pale face was covered with green blood veins, his eyes were white, his mouth was huge, and his innocent teeth protruded outward, seeming to endure great pain.

Roar!

There was a howl in his throat that didn't look like a human.

He clicked, the wooden handrail was easily broken by him, and the next moment, Dros had rushed into the center of the dance floor like a beast.

He waved his hand casually, and several aristocratic women who were at a loss had their necks broken.

Taking a step forward, the broken arm was inserted into the opponent's body, the arm swelled, and something seemed to grow out of the broken arm, and then wantonly destroyed in the poor woman's body.

"Killed!"

"Mr. Dros killed someone!"

Someone shouted.

Although Delos still maintained a basic human form at this time, he was almost indistinguishable from a mad beast in terms of state.

The skin on the surface of his body seemed to bulge into several large bags, as if something was ramming into him.

"monster!"

"That's a monster!"

The sudden change brought about a great commotion, and there was a mess in the field. At this time, Roger had already retreated to the edge of the hall.

Bundy struggled to get up from the ground. He gave an order, and several disguised service personnel stepped forward. Some were responsible for maintaining order, while others were responsible for encircling Dros.

At the same time, a special wave of power came upstairs, followed by a deafening impact, and it seemed that a new battle had taken place there.

The entire manor instantly turned from calm to chaos.

A trace of doubt flashed in Roger's eyes. He heard a crash from the building, and then a black figure jumped into the courtyard not far away.

The man glanced back, revealing a strange face.

But Roger recognized what he was wearing at a glance.

"Fal's clothes."

Roger, hiding in the darkness, was not noticed by anyone. The man opened his mouth and a strange voice came from his mouth. It didn't sound like any language, but it was also different from the singing when the spell was activated.

Hearing his voice, Delos, who was dealing with a few people, became even more irritable. The big bulge on his skin cracked, squeezing out hideous spikes and slippery shots.

Delos's neck turned 180 degrees, and hung limply on one side, squeezing out three fist-sized eyeballs from his cracked chest.

The changed form of Deros' combat effectiveness skyrocketed, and soon more people fell in a pool of blood.

With a sullen smile, the tall figure rises and falls, accompanied by a scream, and the person blocking him is mercilessly killed.

And he has also merged with the darkness and entered the depths of the jungle.

Not long after, Havel, with a bloodstained face, came to the lobby on the first floor. Bundy was still struggling to support him, and he was also seriously injured at this time.

"Dros he..."

"Too strong, none of us is his opponent!"

Javier's face changed, and he signaled outside the window and had to join the camp to attack Dros.

Although regretful in his heart, he also knew that the brief confrontation upstairs just now made him see the strength of that Oakes.

Unless you concentrate all your combat power, you will never be able to keep him. If you pursue him alone at this time, when he comes back, the others in the manor will probably be dead long ago.

"Everyone listens to me!"

Javier roared and rushed up.

In the dark bushes, Oakes turned into a ghost, rushing at an extremely fast speed.

His eyes were silvery white, seeing the darkness as day, occasionally pausing and then looking for the direction again, his speed was getting faster and faster, and he unknowingly got rid of the blockade, far away from the sphere of influence of the Greencastle Baron.

But just as Oaks was relaxed and ready to plan for the next step, suddenly a calm voice came from behind him.

The voice didn't fluctuate in the slightest, as if speaking from the mouth of a cold corpse.

What's more terrifying is that this voice was so close to him, it seemed to cling to the back of his head.

"Where are you going after running so far?"

The body suddenly collapsed, and the rushing Oaks didn't turn around, his body rotated violently, and his right leg was pulled over like a whip.

Wow!

A heavy attack hit the surrounding branches, Oaks took the opportunity to bounce away, but there was no one behind him.

Snapped.

With a soft sound, a cool palm was pressed on his shoulder.

"Who? Get out of me!"

The light in Oaks' pupils was as real as it was, and the power on his body instantly skyrocketed. He took a step back, piercing his elbow like a javelin.

This time his attack did not fail.

Hum.

Retreat, attack and turn around, all the movements are done in one go.

In the dark bushes, Oakes saw a slightly thin figure. He looked carefully, and the other's facial features seemed to be shrouded in the surrounding darkness. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see it clearly.

"who are you?"

"Aristocrats or secret institutions from the kingdom?"

Oakes asked coldly.

"How did you do it?" Roger asked not to answer.

But in the next second, Oakes' figure retreated sharply, fleeing into the distance frantically.

He is a spy and not a soldier. Since he has completed the mission, there is no need to delay here. Leaving as soon as possible is the right choice.

"You haven't answered my question, how did you do it?"

Just a few steps forward, Oakes' figure was intercepted again, this time he did not escape, although it is not clear how the opponent moved quickly and quietly in the dense forest.

But Oakes knew that at least here he couldn't get rid of the opponent's tracking without paying a price.

The remaining options are simple.

Kill the enemy in the way.

"Your body is very weak, it is really weak, but just now, there were two inexplicable and substantial improvements."

"It's weird."

Roger asked again.

"how did you do it?"

Oaks retreated half a step, and his center of gravity slowly dropped. I don't know when he already had two more daggers without any luster in his hand.

At the next moment, Oakes launched an attack without hesitation.

Huh huh!

He is like a poisonous snake in the dark, and every attack is directed at Roger's vitals.

The expression on Roger's face did not change, and he reached out to grab the dagger stabbed by Oakes.

when!

With a soft sound, the blade slashed on Roger's nails and made a sound of metal collision and friction. The dense attacks were connected together, but no matter how hard Oaks worked, all his attacks were accurately intercepted.

In just a few breaths, Oaks stabbed dozens of knives, but after each cut, he became even more desperate.

"This is impossible?"

"How can anyone resist the sharpness of the blade with the power of the flesh without breaking out the power of the soul!?"

"This is an illusion!"

A faint thin line appeared in Oaks' silver pupils, and a smile appeared on Roger's mouth.

"It really is the power of the soul."

"With strange fluctuations, the soul power can also be like blood."

Thinking quickly in his mind.

"Is this another way of promotion?"

"What kind of monster are you?"

Oakes was already a little desperate. The next second he felt a pain in his wrist. When he recovered, the weapon had fallen into the opponent's hand.

"Almost understood."

Roger said to himself.

"The strength is strong, but the technique is a mess."

Holding the dagger back in his hand, "Weapons are not used in this way."

He still remembers the period when he was performing missions in the town. There was a stage where the short knife was his strongest combat power.

His current vision has long been different from what he used to be, and his skill in the use of various weapons has reached a very high level.

In just an instant, he completely mastered the dagger in his hand.

With the skill in his mind transforming, Roger took a step forward and pierced the weapon into Oakes' chest.

Pouch!

The sharp blade cuts open the skin, and at the same time some special energy enters his body.

Oaks' eyes opened wide and his soul swelled.

But soon, a special mark pierced into the depths of his soul like this dagger, and then left a deep mark there.

Yaxie sword seal.

Looking at Oakes, who was like a puppet, Roger drew out the weapon in his hand with satisfaction.

Oakes' soul shook like a ripple, and soon the injury on his chest recovered extremely quickly.

When everything was over, Oaks knelt down in front of Roger with a plop.

Lifting his head, a clear sword mark appeared in his silver eyes.

"well."

Roger smiled and put his palm on Oaks' forehead.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

There was silence in the woods, and the surrounding environment swallowed the two of them.

After a long time, there was a trace of clarity in Roger's eyes.

"It turned out to be so."

This Oakes came from a poor background, and joined the Federal Secret Examination Bureau through layers of screening when he was a child.

The so-called censorship bureau is equivalent to a spy agency, whose main job is to spy on intelligence, assassinate and infiltrate the nobles of the kingdom.

Through personal efforts, Oaks has achieved a large-span improvement in both status and status. It was the first operative to be sent to the border more than a month ago.

"It seems that it is my body that has fallen deep underground."

Roger thought silently.

Under the influence of the Kunen Sword Seal, his body merged with the rules of the earth. Even without Roger's control, those actively activated forces can avoid the trauma he suffered when he fell to the ground.

Even further, it will go deeper after falling into the ground.

However, no one thought that there was still an unknown area hidden deep underground in the border.

It may be because of this reason that Roger suddenly lost the connection with his body. Nowadays, both the kingdom and the federation are working on each other.

The spies on both sides were testing each other, looking for Roger's body and the location of the underground space.

According to Oakes, the kingdom is more concerned about Roger's body in this regard, while the Federation is facing the secret underground space.

It seems that there is still a big secret that only the top federal officials have.

"It seems that we have to go to the border once."

Roger touched his somewhat smooth nails. Just now, he blocked all Oaks' attacks with his nails.

What he controls is a corpse, and there is no possibility of self-growth at all. Even if there is the infiltration of the living lake, it seems that it can only bring some abnormal changes, and cannot bring complete changes through cultivation as before.

During the period of time that he had practiced the sword seal of Yaxie, Roger could obviously feel the recovery of his soul trauma.

But this kind of efficiency is so much worse than before, and even the speed of his practice has been affected.

The body cannot be improved, and the recovery speed of the damaged soul is extremely slow. Although there are many methods, Roger lacks a direction to open the situation.

But compared to other transcendents, Roger was obviously more comprehensive, and he quickly changed his mind. Since the body couldn't become stronger through cultivation, then he would find another way.

Treat your body as an alchemy product.

Through the soaking of the medicine to completely change its original characteristics.

In this process, Life Lake helped a lot.

The herbs and materials available now are very limited.

However, through the precise ratio, plus the directional guidance of the lake of life, Roger has developed several new types of medicine in a short period of time.

His skin has become tough now, and although it feels like an ordinary person, his resistance has risen sharply.

The nails were specially strengthened by him, and the defense power at this time had already surpassed ordinary metal.

Limited by the current materials, what he can do is still very limited. If he studies more deeply, he has more information.

Roger may be able to transform this body into an inhuman existence based on alchemy alone. As for the final upper limit, it is unknown.

In addition, the biggest gain is the special abilities gained by practicing the Axial Fayin.

The seed of the sword imprinted deep in the soul and integrated with the soul along with the growth of the other party.

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