Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 116 - The End (Three Updates)

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 The End (Three Updates)

His body exerted strength, and the Steel Sword in his hand chopped down. Roger’s pupils shrank into vertical slits like those of a wild beast, rendering the Prophet’s witchcraft ineffective against him.

“I refuse to believe that the defense of your garment has no limits!”

Henrik’s perception was affected; although he fired many bullets, few could actually land on the Prophet.

But Roger was entirely different at this moment. With each rotation, his strength grew stronger, and the Steel Sword in his hands struck the same spot on the Prophet’s body repeatedly.

The rebounding force numbed his arms and caused blood to seep from his palms, but under the special power-striking techniques of Night Cat Swordsmanship, part of the rebounding force could be integrated into his next attack.

The Prophet, clearly not skilled in close combat, opened his mouth and uttered a hissing sound akin to that of a venomous snake.

Following that, the figure shrouded in a black robe began to collapse downwards frantically, looking as if he had been drained of life. However, as this bizarre phenomenon occurred, a wisp of black smoke shot out from the Prophet’s mouth.

It lunged straight at Roger!

With no alternative, Roger was forced to interrupt his swordplay. The move, Light Dance, was a powerful attack, but its drawback was also glaringly obvious.

It required continual charging to unleash power far beyond normal upon release. If the move was interrupted, the previously accumulated force would dissipate on its own.

The buildup would have to start from scratch next time.

“He’s mine now!”

The Prophet let out a strange cry and then reached out to grab the liquid floating in mid-air.

A gleam flashed in Roger’s eyes.

“Now!”

He took a deep breath. The bright sword light seemed to illuminate the entire room, and the next second, the Prophet’s withered hand was sliced off at the wrist.

The sword strike was too swift; the Prophet didn’t even feel the pain initially. By the time he realized what had happened, he could only watch in despair as Roger seized his severed hand and then dashed to Amanda’s side in a single bound.

He pressed the liquid clenched in the severed hand into Amanda’s body!

“No!”

The Prophet let out a piercing scream.

Her eyes cracked, and more blood streamed out, creating a terrifying sound wave that even knocked Roger to the ground.

“Die!”

The Prophet’s bleeding eyes suddenly burst open, and the spray of blood formed an arrow as thick as a forefinger in front of her.

The next second, the Prophet’s body appeared in front of Roger as if teleporting, and the blood arrow formed in front of her shot straight at Roger’s forehead!

With no way to avoid it, Roger could only raise his sword to block.

Crack!

The Steel Sword and the Blood Sword collided, sending a sharp crack through the air. The blade of the sword now showed a clear crack. Roger’s muscles bulged, and his heart pounded furiously, squeezing out every bit of strength.

“I will kill you!”

The Prophet was in a state of madness. She had meticulously planned for years, only to see her efforts fall apart at the last minute. At this moment, her hatred for Roger even surpassed that for the former Voodoo Queen.

There was only one thought in her mind: at all costs, she must reduce this young man to ashes and dust!

“Hold on!”

Henrik’s voice came from the doorway; the python had been killed, but the monster’s body had completely petrified after death, like stone, sealing the entrance even more securely.

Henrik adjusted his gun barrel and fired several shots through the narrow gap.

The bullets struck the back of the Prophet’s head precisely. However, the black smoke that the Prophet had just expelled surrounded him. By the time Henrik’s bullets passed through the smoke and hit their target, the damage inflicted was minimal.

Crack, crack!

The cracks on the Steel Sword became more and more pronounced. Just as Roger thought the Steel Sword would shatter in the next second, suddenly a terrifying force struck from behind!

The power was so pure and primitive, as if it contained the last trace of a formidable creature’s dying might.

But this mere trace was enough.

Imposing and majestic!

Amanda, lying behind Roger, was somehow floating in the air, wrapped in flames.

The flames flowed over her body, forming a set of fiery armor. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a cool indifference that seemed to look down upon all beings of the world.

The mighty power gushed out from Amanda, bypassing Roger and slamming into the Prophet!

The Prophet’s face underwent a drastic change, the cruelty and madness wiped clean, leaving only an endless fear.

“This… this girl!”

“It’s impossible!”

“She’s actually…!”

Crack!

Before the Prophet, the blood arrow shattered with a sound, and as she let out a scream retreating backwards, the power surging through Amanda suddenly withdrew, and then she collapsed to the ground once more.

Time left Roger no space to think, he unleashed the last bit of strength within him.

Charging forward, spinning, swinging his sword!

The power that originally needed three or more stacks to accumulate, he condensed into two, causing fresh blood to drip from his tiger’s mouth, and the capillaries on his forearm burst open.

“Light Dance!”

He spun like a tornado, and when the power peaked, technique, physical strength, and will—all converged together in that moment.

“Die!!”

In that instant, the bright sword light was like a new moon hanging in the dark sky!

Hiss!

The tip of the sword touched the Prophet’s forehead, right where a bullet fired by Henrik was embedded in her skull!

Crack crack crack!

Cracks on the Steel Sword gradually widened, and finally, with a loud bang, it exploded into pieces.

Exhausted, Roger could no longer control himself and collapsed onto the ground with a thump.

He had done his best anyway, and whoever else could take over from there.

The Prophet stood in place, her eyes burst open, having completely turned into bloody hollows, she tilted her head as if looking at something with eyes that no longer existed.

“New Moon…”

“I am the youngest New Moon Witch.”

“I am the Voodoo Queen!”

“Haha… Haha!”

Bang!

Her body suddenly disintegrated, everything below her head blowing apart, the half-tip of Roger’s sword completely embedded in her brain, compounded by the ritual backlash.

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The terrible witch was finally dead.

A green flame enveloped her skull, and when the flame was exhausted, only half of a skull remained at the spot, with clear sword marks on it.

“Hold on!”

“Roger, you must hold on!”

Due to the angle, Henrik at this point couldn’t see the scene inside the house, and suddenly with silence falling, his heart contracted sharply, a terrifying thought emerging.

“Don’t worry.”

“That woman has been taken care of by me, you guys take your time figuring out how to get in, I’m just too tired, I want to sleep now!”

“Dead… Dead?”

Henrik was first stunned, followed by being struck with immense surprise.

“Haha, I knew I hadn’t seen wrong, from the first glance I saw you, I just knew, you lad…”

Ignoring Henrik’s formulaic praises because they were precisely that, formulaic. No matter how Henrik praised someone, he always concluded with the sentence.

“Well… you’re barely half as impressive as I was back in the day.”

What a laugh.

Roger struggled to his feet, picked up the black robe from the ground, and wrapped it around Amanda.

But just as he finished dressing Amanda, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, looking down, the redhead girl was staring at him with wide eyes.

“Ah… ha.”