Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 101 - : The End
Chapter 101: Chapter 101: The End
Hiss!
The Fire Sword struck the monster, emitting a piercing sound as the creature twisted and launched a counterattack.
The threat it faced and the commands from its master created a conflict, and Roger knew his time was limited. He circled the monster, swinging the Steel Sword in his hand.
“To defeat a monster one must go round and round!”
The flames burning on the Steel Sword couldn’t last very long, but it was enough for Roger, who took the monster down with several consecutive strikes.
Roger spun his body, gripping the weapon in his hands tightly and pierced through the opening he had just made.
...
Ah…
This time, the monster’s body emitted a painful howl.
No actual sound came out, but the mental attack went straight into the brain.
However, thanks to continuous meditation, Roger’s spiritual power had greatly improved. Affected by the attack, he just slightly flinched and quickly recovered.
He pressed his advantage.
Roger widened the wound.
Finally, through the layers of entwined vines, he saw a lump of humanoid rotten flesh placed inside the monster’s body!
A dark ghostly shadow floated above it.
It was the Evil Spirit formed from Travis’s soul.
Even after such an attack, the monster didn’t die but twisted its body and instinctively launched an attack.
Just then, Roger caught sight of Betty and the middle-aged woman reaching the opposite shore out of the corner of his eye.
Only a small patch of the lake separated them, with a clear line of sight, Betty could easily command the monster to fight.
Travis’s Evil Spirit launched a Mental Shock, and Roger’s vision blurred momentarily. He forced his spirit to stay alert, clinging to the last bit of clarity in his mind.
He sheathed his sword.
When he drew it again, the blade extinguished of flames was now covered in Evil Spirit Oil.
This wasn’t some low-grade product provided by Henrik, but a special formula from the Hunter’s Cabin.
The Steel Sword thrummed with life.
In a single second, Roger unleashed six strikes, each one aimed right at the brow of Travis’s Spiritual Body!
Sss!
Travis’s Spiritual Body let out a despairing shriek, then completely dissipated into the air.
At the same time, Betty, far away, bled from her eyes, her body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
“Betty!”
The middle-aged woman cried out.
She “gazed” across the small expanse of lake at Roger on the other side.
“I have memorized your scent.”
The middle-aged woman took a deep breath, seemingly ready to launch an attack.
Roger’s expression changed as he lowered his head to discover that some mysterious Energy was flowing from the vines wrapped around the monster’s body into the central lump of flesh.
Subsequently, the corpse withered and petrified, and the flesh-like puppet began to turn woody, transforming into a creepy doll the size of a human head.
A thought occurred to Roger.
This thing… if he hung it as a trophy in his room,
“I definitely should upgrade immediately!”
Level three of the Hunter’s Cabin!
A Hunter’s Cabin undergoing a qualitative transformation!
Casting all else aside, Roger grabbed the wooden doll and ran crazily into the distance.
Behind him followed the middle-aged woman’s shrill and heartbroken screams.
“Stop…”
“Give it back to me!”
Roger wouldn’t stop, nor did he care to discern the direction, simply running vigorously into the distance.
It was only now that he finally understood the meaning of an unexpected fortune.
“I wonder if it can be upgraded…”
“It should be about right.”
Roger wished he could immediately fly back to the Hunter’s Cabin.
Meanwhile, Betty, who had fainted, coughed up a mouthful of blood and came to.
“Mother…”
“We…”
But what she heard was only the agonized wailing of the woman.
It took a long time for the woman to calm down.
“No matter who he is, I must find him and make him pay!”
“Your Companion Puppet has been destroyed.”
The middle-aged woman’s face darkened, “Betty, you have no other choice.”
“Mother…”
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“Don’t call me mother!”
Betty’s face dulled, a variety of emotions flickering in her eyes.
Warmth was stripped away bit by bit, until only utter indifference remained.
“That’s for the best.”
“We can be together forever now…”
She murmured under her breath.
“I’ll do as you say.”
The middle-aged woman showed a relieved smile, “You are the hope of our entire tribe, remember, this is your only chance.”
…
Roger fled frantically when facing that woman, he felt a lethal threat.
So once he got hold of the object, he left without hesitation.
In the dark swamp, it was impossible to distinguish directions, and after walking a while, he guessed the people behind could no longer catch up, so Roger gradually came to a stop.
That night, he had intended to investigate the drowning incidents at Crystal Lake by approaching Danielle.
But who would have thought that he would accidentally discover Betty’s hidden identity.
“This girl was actually born into a Voodoo Family.”
Thinking of the scene where Betty had swallowed that rotten heart, Roger still felt his scalp tingle.
The texture, the taste…
Forget it, can’t think about that anymore.
“Looking at it now, Amanda’s hesitation must have something to do with Betty, luckily I was against it at the time.”
“No, I must warn Amanda again after I go back.”
The ritual conducted by Betty and the others was highly peculiar, involving souls, blood, and death, and was extremely dangerous.
In fact, after coming in contact with Transcendent powers, many people’s temperaments change, sometimes beyond their own control.
The Betty of the past…
Roger sighed.
Once, Amanda had even considered matchmaking them.
“I have to tell Amanda the truth, this is not a game, the slightest negligence could be deadly.”
He silently made up his mind.
His electronic devices were waterlogged and naturally unusable, not wanting to wander aimlessly and waste energy, Roger found a clearing and quietly waited for dawn.
Once it was light, he determined his specific direction and, combining with the map memorized in his mind, Roger analyzed his location.
It took him the entire morning to get out of the swamp, and that was just him; an ordinary person would probably never have the chance to emerge.
Finding a family living deep in the swamp, he pulled out the money from his wallet, and Roger rushed to Danielle’s place as soon as possible.
Not surprisingly.
The house was empty.
In the room, Roger even found a letter left for him by Danielle on the wall.
“Three years ago at White Apricot Tree Camp, the actions of those five men killed the girl named Amelie.”
“Now, only Danielle is alive.”
“Heaven has given me a chance to be reborn, and I will cherish it, I know, in the eyes of you law enforcers, I’m a murderer.”
“But no matter what, I haven’t killed anyone.”
“I’ve just done what a persecuted girl should do, to the best of my ability and within the limits of the law.”
“Nothing more.”
“I have no regrets in my heart.”
“If you want to arrest me, come anytime.”
After reading the letter, Roger let out a long sigh, then crumpled up the paper and casually threw it into the wind.
The scattered pieces of paper were carried away by the wind and fell upon Crystal Lake.
It was all over.
