Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 215 - Decaying Vitality
Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Decaying Vitality
Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Decaying Vitality
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After three strikes, Julianne’s witch body shattered in response, and immediately after, Roger’s Steel Sword left a horrifying wound on her body.
Julianne let out a scream of agony.
“What’s happened?”
“What blocked my attack?”
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand; it was that momentary distraction that had caused Julianne to lose her advantage, allowing Roger to press his attack and enlarge his victory.
The ghastly wound almost split Julianne in two; she staggered backwards, while Roger, although also injured, was relentless and seemed to feel no pain.
Energy from the earth drained and flowed into Roger’s body, and despite his intense pain, Roger took another step forward.
“Stay!”
As he spoke, the red sinews distributed inside his body turned into an eerie blackish-red, his eyes blood-red, and a continuous flow of energy transferred from the land beneath his feet into the Steel Sword in his hand.
Julianne’s Spiritual Body re-emerged, her situation turning from dominant to dire, all in the blink of an eye. Even though she knew it was like taking poison to quench thirst, she had to leave her body.
If she could luckily escape, she might still be able to transform into a Monster Spirit-like existence with the help of her teacher.
In the darkness, Julianne’s Spiritual Body instantly traversed a distance of over ten meters; at that moment, her body was cut in two by Roger, and her disintegrating Spiritual Body emitted a terrible scream as the black New Moon shrank within her.
Bang bang bang!
Mud flew in all directions, Roger’s footsteps imprinting on Julianne’s very soul, the sound growing ever closer. Julianne turned around hastily, and in the dark night, a pair of yellow, vertical pupils emitted a sinister glow.
At this moment, Roger’s appearance was completely different from usual; veins protruded on his face, and his body emitted a faintly rotten and strange odor.
“The power of death…”
Whoosh!
The next second, a bright sword light split the night sky.
Julianne’s Spiritual Body, following its inertia, still flew forward for several meters. Then, from shoulder to ribs, a clear crack appeared.
“You’re just a Transcendent…”
“How is this possible?!”
Having left the area enveloped by that land, Roger also felt the pain in his body. He did not attack again, instead watching Julianne, who was floating in the air not far away.
“So much for the New Moon Witch…”
“Boom!”
Julianne’s Spiritual Body exploded with a roar.
“Crack!”
Roger sheathed his sword, and the next second, immense pain and fatigue swept over his body.
“What’s going on?”
He took a deep breath and looked back at the field not far away giving off that strange scent.
“It’s that mysterious power affecting me.”
In this short period, the wound that had been bone deep had already healed by more than half.
Roger knew that if he returned to that land, the rest of his injuries would heal quickly.
Crack!
He abruptly stopped the foot he had been about to step forward.
“This isn’t right!”
This energy was too strange; the more he absorbed, the weaker the living breath in his body felt, and in the long run, he would eventually become an existence like the demonic bull monster.
Living with a rotting body, only a trace of life left in the spinal fluid.
Everything that had just occurred was completely different from what Roger had expected; his reason seemed to have been devoured, and after being injured, he was risking his life to fight.
Anne had already awakened not long ago, but Roger hadn’t summoned her in the fight just now.
Regardless of strength, every Cursed Land hides unknown dangers, and Roger had come to deeply understand this fact this time.
After some thought, he took out the last remaining bit of demonic bull monster spinal fluid and drank it down.
He could feel the surging life force within the spinal fluid, gradually expelling the decaying breath from his body, and soon after, his wounds also began to heal.
After a while, seeing the last bit of his wound heal, he carefully felt around and confirmed that he could no longer detect a trace of corruptive power within him, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.
Looking back at the cabin hidden in the darkness, Roger strode away.
Next, he needed to search again for the core location of the Voodoo Association to find a way to leave this place.
Meanwhile, Tangde and the others had also arrived on the high mountain near the core location.
Just a day before, Tangde and Michelle, who had been in a coma, finally awoke. At first, they were somewhat confused, having apparently forgotten all that had happened.
Lawrence and Carl discussed it and decided to hide everything that had happened in the cabin from the two, whether for their sake or for other reasons—eating the flesh and blood of their own friends is not a pleasant memory after all.
The only remaining weapons were the two guns Michelle carried, and the ammunition was very limited. Although Tangde had recovered, his head still throbbed faintly, and his fighting ability was greatly reduced.
“What should we do now?”
Carl asked softly, his fighting ability being the weakest of them all—charging down recklessly…
Tangde activated the Evil Spirit inside him.
“We can’t confront them head-on; we need to figure out how to infiltrate and find a way to leave this place.”
He closed his eyes and observed the area below through the sight of the Evil Spirit.
“The stone houses on both sides of the valley are just ordinary. With caution, let’s check the cave over there.”
A hint of hesitation crossed his face, “Wait for my instructions in a moment. I’ll create a commotion up ahead to cover for you guys to slip in…”
He sighed.
“Once you find a way out, don’t wait for me, leave immediately!”
Making this decision meant that Tangde had given up all hope of survival.
“Captain, let me do it.”
Lawrence suddenly spoke up.
“Without a gun, my combat capability is very limited. If we encounter any emergencies in the cave, none of the three of us will be able to escape!”
He smiled bitterly, raising his palm, “I have no kin; dead is dead.”
“But you’re different…”
The atmosphere became extremely oppressive. They had to admit Lawrence was right; without their guns, he and Michelle were even less capable of fighting than Carl.
“If I could do it all over again, I would definitely choose the more challenging traditional path.”
A hint of envy appeared on Lawrence’s face.
Before his eyes seemed to appear the suave and spirited image of Roger wielding the Sword Spirit.
At that moment, a noisy commotion echoed from the valley, with cries that never ceased. Tangde’s expression changed slightly as he heightened his senses to the limit, and soon he became aware of everything happening in the distance.
“That person…”
“Is Roger!”
His eyes filled with disbelief, Tangde couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Roger?”
“He’s still alive?”
Lawrence widened his eyes, but could only see a crowd stirring in the dark.
“Could it be some trick by the Voodoo Association?”
A bit of skepticism appeared on Carl’s face.
The Voodoo Association could control the dead through spells, making them act like the living.
As Carl was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Tangde’s expression had turned very serious.
“What’s wrong?” Lawrence asked with concern.
“Is it an illusion?”
Tangde looked at his companions.
“Roger… he…”
“He’s cleaned out the Voodoo Association’s people!!”
