Demon Hunter and His Hut

"Quickly, there is a battle ahead!"

Three or five figures quickly passed by, and soon came to the place where Roger was fighting before. When they arrived, they saw only a mess.

The ground cracked, and the pale bodies of the Gu Guard were scattered around. In the ruins, they found a headless corpse.

"Is this Lord Patrick?"

A knight with a thick beard tremblingly said.

"Master Patrick is dead?"

"There are three strong men accompanying him."

"What is going on here, even the three Bone Guardians couldn't resist?" Someone wondered.

While they were talking, they scanned their surroundings vigilantly.

"What should I do now?" Everyone looked at the leading bearded man.

"This is not something we can handle anymore, let's inform Mr. Erres." The beard looked worried.

Everyone nodded their heads at each other, and then they planned to use a special method to contact Erez who was far away in the land of the ancestors.

But just when they were about to act, there was a strange noise suddenly behind them.

It feels like a mollusk crawling out of a cavity slowly.

"What are you doing?" A sharp voice pierced into my ears, sounding like thousands of bugs crawling through my heart.

The beard turned around abruptly, and then saw Patrick's body staggering to sit up.

On his neck, there was a black, sticky, python-like thing slowly squirming.

The beard took a closer look and discovered that the python-like thing grew out of Patrick's chest. With the shaking of his body, the thing swayed back and forth, and then formed a tumor at the top.

The mucus on the surface was peeled off randomly, the spherical object gradually became clear, and then the fuzzy facial features appeared.

"you are……"

Everyone drew their weapons one after another.

"Don't be nervous, it's me, Patrick."

"I was attacked, and I had to use this method to escape the crisis. Give me a little more time to recover."

After listening to Patrick's words, the faces of a few people were slightly slower, and the beards took the initiative to step forward.

"Get closer and help me get up, and be careful at the same time."

Patrick's facial features were not complete, and his voice was a little vague. After hearing his words, several people immediately became nervous.

The big beard supported Patrick's body, and the others formed a circle to protect Patrick in the middle.

"My lord, what shall we do now?"

"Are you the only ones here?" Patrick answered the question.

"Yes." The beard glanced around and nodded at the same time. "The riots here have attracted everyone's attention. The other Dragon Tiewei is defending and hindering their detection."

"Oh... that's good." Patrick took a long breath, and suddenly his voice rose sharply.

"Be careful, on the right!" he shouted.

After hearing his words, everyone subconsciously glanced to the right, but at this moment, Patrick broke out into trouble.

First he reached out his hand and pierced the beard's forehead, and then the body rotated, the brilliant silver light swept across, and several Long Tiewei around him were cut off one after another.

Only had time to let out a scream, Patrick attacked again, and instantly penetrated everyone's heads!

From the moment he launched the attack to the end, it was only a momentary gap, and at this time, except for the strongest bearded man who had a breath, everyone else had died suddenly.

"My lord... you are not Lord Patrick!"

The bearded face was horrified, but Patrick's eyes were sharp, and he stepped forward and smashed the bearded head.

"To blame, blame you for seeing things you shouldn't."

Patrick hugged his head.

After doing all of this, he released his strength and carefully checked the surrounding environment until he confirmed that no one else was hiding around him and he let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, there was a slight energy fluctuation on the bracelet of his left hand, and Patrick's face changed slightly. He carefully checked his physical condition until the facial features on his face completely returned to normal, and then the energy was activated to activate the fluctuation on the bracelet .

"Why has it been delayed for so long?"

Erez's voice came.

Patrick looked horrified, and then repeated what had happened.

"what?"

"Kenneth is followed by an unknown strong, a dragon warlock?"

The phantom of Erez slowly emerged.

"I don't know the bloodline of the other party, but he is wearing the armor left by Emil after his death." Patrick said tremblingly.

"idiot!"

"Didn't I tell you to stabilize the situation?"

"Look at what you did!"

Even if it's just a phantom, Patrick can imagine Erez's anger at this time.

"I...I'm just worried that Kenneth's use of that armor will affect our plans." Patrick defended.

"If you are not my son, I will kill you myself!" Erez's eyes revealed a murderous intent.

"Huh...Since it has happened, then find a way to solve him." Then Erez changed his words.

"Other people die if they die, how about you?"

Patrick took a breath, "It's a fluke to get his life back."

"By the way, what is the real combat power of the fellow named Roger?" Erez asked suddenly.

"The strength is very strong, but the three bone guards can still barely deal with him." Patrick's eyes flashed slightly.

"Kenneth was seriously injured, so I don't know if Roger showed his true strength."

All Eles thought.

"Leave there as soon as possible, then block the whole world, find a place to hide, and I will take care of the rest myself."

"They must never leave Bissal alive!"

After communicating the details of the entire plan, Erez ended the call.

Patrick knelt and sat on the spot blankly.

Emotions flashed in his eyes, his clenched fists were loosened and tightened, but in the end he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Sorry Father, I didn't mean to deceive you, but if you know that I have used the ability to transform and regenerate..."

"I'm afraid you will never make me the heir to the throne."

What Patrick has mastered is a special ability, not the rebirth of a broken limb in the ordinary sense, but after a devastating damage to the body, even the skull can be regenerated.

But such capabilities are not without cost.

Although a life was recovered, the caster has never been able to improve.

In other words, Patrick will stay at the pinnacle of Tier 4 throughout his life.

For the king of the silver dragon clan, this is never allowed.

So he killed the bearded and others who were the first to probe, and concealed this important information from Erez.

He even lied about this, ambiguity about Roger's specific strength.

Even if he knows that doing so will bring terrible consequences, he can think of losing that position, Patrick is still willing to take the risk.

"Leave here first, and the rest will wait for my father to arrive."

"There will be a way, there will be a way." Patrick kept comforting himself.

…………

In the endless darkness, Roger couldn't even feel his existence.

A dim light in the distance seemed to guide him.

There are voices coming from around.

It's like a group of people whispering quietly, and it's like friction from a weapon hit, isn't it, like a ballad?

It's still the gasp of ****.

Every step he took, the sound he heard was completely different. As he kept getting closer, the light in the distance became more and more obvious, and he gradually saw the scene shrouded in light.

A flickering lamp and an ordinary wooden house.

"Hunter's cabin?"

With his brain in chaos, Roger stepped mechanically until he came to the door and reached out to touch the door door.

"You came."

A voice sounded, and the house in front of me suddenly shattered in the next second, and then it was torn apart, as well as the surrounding darkness.

The broken fragments pierced into Roger's body like a sharp blade. As the sky was spinning around, Roger saw the broken ground, the collapsed hills, and the rolling river.

Countless crying faces.

This is a broken world.

The next moment, his consciousness was reawakened, and Roger opened his eyes sharply.

Holding a large stone bowl with a green viscous liquid in his hand, Roger sighed and shook his head helplessly.

This is what he saw in a coma, and even after he was awake, it would flash up from time to time.

In the depths of consciousness, the embers after the burning of the notice board left eye-catching writing.

"The Mountain Trial is complete!"

"The three trials are completed and the final task is opened."

The broken world.

"A powerful demon hunter, you have passed the three trials with a very high degree of completion, honing your physique, tenacious spirit, powerful strength, and casting your soul!"

Save the world that is on the brink of shattering after the celestial sphere meets, collect the manifestations of regular fragments, and find a way home.

You are not only saving a world, but also saving yourself.

Powerful demon hunter, your power comes from that world, leaving an indelible mark in your soul.

The world is destroyed, and you will no longer exist.

That is your starting point and your return journey.

These handwritings did not disappear immediately after Roger finished reading them, but always existed in his consciousness.

As long as he closes his eyes, it will clearly appear in front of him.

There was very little information provided in the handwriting, but Roger had already guessed his identity. Of course, in addition to these words, some corresponding information appeared in the library.

The celestial sphere meets.

Now Roger no longer regards his previous memories as a pure game. A book appeared in his mind with a detailed explanation of the intersection of the celestial spheres.

Dear readers, please imagine our world as a ship sailing on the vast ocean.

When we stand on the deck, we can see other distant ships, that is, other stars.

Each of these ships carried cargo and crew, and they were usually very far away when they passed us, and they couldn't even be seen with a binoculars.

However, every few years, there will be big storms on this cosmic ocean, so violent that they will blow ships toward each other and sail next to each other. At this time, part of the crew on one ship can be moved to another ship, and the cargo may also be spilled on the ship next door.

When the weather eases, the ships will separate again and part ways.

This is only the most common explanation, but what is not recorded above is that if multiple celestial spheres converge, the world invades, and even when only one ship is sailing at sea in a violent storm.

What will happen then?

Roger now knows.

A torn world, broken rules.

In that vast ocean, that big ship has swallowed all other ships that could be swallowed.

But the storm became more intense.

In this case, if he wants to save himself, the captain can only jump out of this sea, go to other planes, plunder the rule fragments, and repair the crumbling ship.

An enlightenment rose in Roger's heart. He knew that he was by no means the only one sent out.

He suddenly thought of the rumored Lord of the Mist, the strange rising speed, and the familiar sun pattern.

Is he a certain nobleman from Nilfgaard?

"Do we have the same goal?"

Roger didn't know.

The so-called Three Trials is a standard, and only by accomplishing this can you be qualified to save the world that is on the brink of shattering.

Loot the rules in the plane and transform them into real objects through the hunter's cabin, just like the doors and lanterns before.

Then find a way home and continue life for that world.

It's also for one's own life.

Broken ships sailing in the sea on the plane, and Roger also thought of the undulating sea and isolated islands when he first awakened.

"It's really an interesting coincidence."

He couldn't help sighing.

"Ro... Mr. Roger." Kenneth's voice interrupted Roger's thoughts.

"Where are we?"

"Bisar, I don't know the exact location."

Roger walked to Kenneth's side and passed the stone bowl in his hand.

"Drink it."

"Sir, I used the taboo technique, and I was hurt to the source, you find...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Before Kenneth finished speaking, Roger poured the liquid in the bowl into him.

Immediately after he took a step back, the whole person actually broke away from the silver armor.

Losing his control, the color armor acted spontaneously, and then slowly merged with Kenneth lying on the stone platform.

"this is……?"

Kenneth looked surprised, and then he felt his soul merge with this powerful armor.

"This... this is what Uncle Emile left for you."

"I give it to you now."

Roger stretched out his hand and pressed it on Kenneth's forehead, "Concentrate and feel this armor. It is the last gift of Emil. Although there is no soul in it, there is all the essence of his blood."

"And now you need to inject soul into it and make it come alive again!"

Tears flickered in Kenneth's eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is a testimony of your friendship, I can't ask..." Kenneth still said stubbornly.

"Shut up."

"Isn't he your father? As a son, he will naturally inherit his father's will."

Kenneth opened his mouth, then let out a long breath.

"I'm pretty sure about this. Emil is really just my uncle. He told me this personally."

Roger blinked.

What kind of world is this...

Even Dad will admit his mistakes, or is the world of the Dragon Race too chaotic?

Steal fragrance

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