Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 165 - Demon Bull (8)

Chapter 165 -165: Demon Bull (8)

Chapter 165 -165: Demon Bull (8)

Cold sweat traced down Roger’s brow, but he dared not reach up to wipe it away. His gaze was locked onto the monster opposite him as he slowly drew the steel sword from his back.

With the sword in one hand, he carefully observed the creature’s movements. Given the combat prowess the monster had previously displayed, even the slightest graze could result in broken bones and torn tendons for Roger!

He took out the potions from his belt, Spirit Communication Water, Night Cat Potion, Concentration Potion. He downed them all, useful or not.

He even took out several vials of Pain Potion, originally meant for training.

While this substance was used to facilitate training, it could also have a special effect on enemies with weaker constitutions.

However, judging by size, its effect on the creature before him would be minuscule at best.

The monster on the other side clearly noticed Roger too. A contemplative look passed through its lone remaining eye as it seemed to recall Roger’s identity.

Without any hesitation, the Demon Bull took a deep breath, its abdomen compressing as its chest expanded dramatically, followed swiftly by a terrible sonic onslaught!

The moment the creature inhaled, Roger leapt into a nearby house.

The next second, a tremendous force slammed into the wooden walls, which crumbled easily. Roger curled into a ball, but was then sent flying like a rubber ball.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that nearly half the house was destroyed, and because of the distance, his body slammed heavily into an invisible barrier before being rebounded.

“Phew!”

Blood spurted from his mouth, and a fiery pain erupted in his chest and abdomen, but the moment he landed, Roger pushed through the pain and quickly dodged to the side.

Wham!

A terrible trembling sound filled the air.

An iron streetlamp plunged down like a javelin, landing right where Roger had just been.

Had he been a second slower, he would have been thoroughly pierced through!

Roger’s free movement was centered around the cottage, in a twenty-meter radius. Ironically, the monster’s destruction of the house’s structure had helped him.

His agile body kicked off a wall, using the recoil to leap into a large hole behind it and onto another street.

Now he was on the other side of the house, directly opposite the cottage.

As long as he could circle around this area, he could enter the cottage from a different direction.

But the next second, the sound of shattered bluestone filled the air— the creature had launched into a frenzied charge.

“I’ll blast you to hell with a rocket launcher one of these days!” Roger swore loudly.

Of course, it was just an angry outburst. Henrik had informed him during a prior exchange that no Transcendent Forces would permit anyone to bring explosive weaponry into the Cursed Land.

It was a pact, honored by all parties.

Because any explosive weapon brought in would instantly detonate due to interference from the entwined rules and the invading world.

Firearms were the limit of what could currently be utilized.

Roger leapt desperately forward, not daring to look back as he climbed to the top of the building in front of him. Just a little further—

In the midst of his leap, Roger noticed from the corner of his eye that the Demon Bull was shaking its head as it stood up from the rubble, and the surrounding mist had thickened slightly.

Narrowing its eyes, the beast confirmed its direction and charged towards Roger like a bulldozer.

Lucky to have made the split-second decision, Roger was the first to jump down to the street below, then roll and crash into an adjacent building.

Boom!

The rising mist around him gave Roger a glimmer of hope. He carefully concealed himself, making as little noise as possible.

In the moment he had fallen, there were a few seconds when he was out of the monster’s sight. If he was careful, once the mist thickened, his chances of escaping would increase significantly.

Roger focused on making his breathing long and soft, listening to the monster’s roars and the sounds of destruction outside.

In truth, his situation was extremely dangerous. If caught in an indiscriminate attack…

Just then, other sounds came from the mist.

Pat, pat.

One figure after another appeared from the fog, and by the sounds alone, Roger could determine their kind.

It was the same monster he had killed before, which greatly resembled the ghoul in appearance.

Crack!

Something seemed to have been forcefully crushed.

Then, cries of agony and sounds of combat erupted outside.

No, there was no real combat; this was a one-sided massacre.

Monsters were fighting with each other?

At that moment, Roger suddenly remembered the other wounds he had noticed on the body of the Demon Bull.

However, although numerous, those ghoul-like creatures weren’t particularly strong; they shouldn’t be able to leave marks on a Demon Bull, logically speaking.

Unless…

Unless there were other creatures hidden in the mist.

By then, the fog outside had become extremely dense, making it nearly impossible to see anything beyond three to five meters. This scenario was naturally very advantageous for Roger.

He carefully crawled out from the broken house, raised his head to survey the surroundings, and about ten meters to his right, the Demon Bull was swinging its arms wildly, slamming everything around it.

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Surrounding it was a thick layer of flesh pulp.

The creature’s method of slaughter was quite simple: it either crushed or flattened its victims, or used them as weapons to repeatedly smash them against the ground.

On the left, about ten meters away, should be the location of the small hut.

“There’s only one chance.”

Seizing the opportunity, Roger’s legs powered him forward, bounding out like a nimble leopard.

To him, ten meters was but a fleeting moment.

Almost the instant he burst forth, Roger’s body covered several meters, and then he saw the precise position of the hut’s entrance.

But before he could feel elated,

A ghoul leaped at him from a diagonal angle.

These things had nearly degenerated eyes and relied on sound for direction.

“Get lost!”

In this critical moment, the muscles in Roger’s hands bulged, and the blood vessels on his wrists appeared silently.

Terrifying power was infused into the steel sword.

Pierce!

The sharp blade bisected the ghoul at the waist, and Roger’s figure faltered slightly, but just as he was preparing to surge forward into the hut, a terrifying shockwave came from behind.

The death of the ghoul had alerted the Demon Bull, which let out a short charge. Although the force was insufficient, it caused Roger to veer off course, helplessly watching the doorway pass by him.

By the time Roger stabilized himself, the monster in the distance had cleared out the surrounding ghouls and charged towards him with large strides.

The entrance to the hut was on his left, while the onslaught of the Demon Bull loomed straight ahead.

Should he take a chance and rush into the hut?

Or?

In the blink of an eye, Roger no longer had time to think; his body instinctively reacted.

The next instant, the charge of the Demon Bull arrived right in front of him!