Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 188 - Kill Them All

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Kill Them All!

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Kill Them All!

“This is impossible!”

Arlo’s face changed dramatically, the insects spewing from her mouth appeared dense and numerous, yet in reality, the vast majority were composed of energy constructs.

Those truly cultivated by Arlo were but a few, yet at that moment, an unusual glow flashed upon the Steel Sword in Roger’s hand, and the insects he struck burst apart and disintegrated.

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“Demon Break!”

The weapon was mixed with a part of Mansu’s skull, effective in killing evil spirits and lower spiritual bodies, but it could also suppress energy!

Arlo paid the price for her carelessness, as Roger’s sword had been charged up for a long time. After slashing through the swarm, its momentum only increased.

The air was torn asunder, and in just an instant, it struck Arlo.

In her haste, the Witch dodged the fatal blow to her heart, yet even so, one arm was raised high.

Immediately after, Roger rushed forward, spinning his body nimbly and wielding the sword with both hands through the rotation’s power.

Hum!

This sword strike, unlike the previous swift one, became heavy and intensely oppressive.

Large quantities of blood sprayed from where Arlo’s arm had been severed. Having lost an arm, she was unable to cast many spells, retreating backward while frantically screaming for help.

“Save me!”

The situation changed so abruptly that, seeing Roger gaining the upper hand, Tangde and the others naturally exerted their abilities to the extreme.

Correspondingly, the backlash from Arlo’s side grew even more ferocious.

The black man standing not far away hesitated for a moment, but then his eyes turned into serpent-like slits. Without time to utter a spell, he pointed a finger, and all his spiritual power pierced out like a sword.

“Ha!”

In his mind, his spiritual power converged into an Ouroboros shape, and Roger endured the stabbing pain from deep within his brain while his muscles thickened and piled upon one another.

“Remember this sword!”

Casting aside all distractions, the Steel Sword in his hand hacked down diagonally. Roger was confident that even if a steel plate were before him, he could cleave it in two!

Crack!

Right as Roger’s Steel Sword struck Arlo’s head, a flash of dark light appeared, and she let out a horrific scream. Something on her seemed to have completely shattered.

Given that moment to breathe, Arlo retreated in a crazed manner, yet even so, a deep, bone-deep wound appeared on her entire face. Her skin and muscles were torn apart, and even her facial bones bore a jagged gash.

The sword cut from her face down to her collarbone, extending to her chest.

The injury on her body was even more horrific—the collarbone shattered, and a great portion of her chest was nearly shorn off by Roger.

This sword strike, if it had gone just an inch deeper, would have undoubtedly killed Arlo on the spot!

At that moment, the second attack from the black man followed closely, and a wave of grogginess engulfed Roger’s brain as the surrounding crowd surged toward him.

“Roger, get out of here; we can’t hold on any longer!”

Tangde’s shout came from behind, accompanied by the screams of several others.

Roger knew that one more sword strike would surely kill the Witch before him, but he too would be torn to pieces by the onrushing enemies.

“Just a bit more!”

Despite his reluctance, under these circumstances, Roger did not hesitate any longer. He threw a Flying Dagger towards the distant black man and retreated.

As he pulled away, the ground beneath churned as if something was about to burst forth.

“Kill him, kill him for me!”

“He broke my witch body!”

Arlo let out a heart-wrenching scream, soon followed by a spurt of blood from her wound as she rolled her eyes and fell backward.

With such a degree of injury, an ordinary person would likely have died instantly.

The others were about to rush forward but were stopped by the black man.

“Let them go, escort Miss Arlo back. They can’t escape!”

The man’s eyes flashed with excitement and schadenfreude, but when they finally settled on Arlo, they transformed into perfectly placed concern.

“Take that seed, lift Miss Arlo, and let’s head back immediately.”

After Arlo passed out, among this group of people, the Black man obviously held the most authority, and naturally, no one objected to his command.

Meanwhile, Roger and the others were fighting a retreating battle, charging into the depths of the factory, vaulting over the wall, and running into the deep mountains.

Only during the retreat did Roger realize that Tangde and the others had indeed suffered heavy losses.

If it had not been for his pulling on Tangde during the withdrawal, the tall man might already have been killed.

Beyond that, each of the others was injured.

After scaling several mountains, and only when they could no longer hear the sounds coming from behind, did the group stop, panting heavily.

Lawrence had half of his hand chopped off, being the most seriously injured among them all. Having run continuously, losing too much blood, and on top of that, being physically drained, his face was as pale as paper.

The moment they stopped, his spirit relaxed, and he plummeted straight to the ground, not even feeling his severed arm stabbing into the soil.

“Lawrence!”

Beech rushed over quickly, joining Carl to check on Lawrence’s wounds.

Tangde had been continuously unleashing his power in the recent battle, completely exhausting his mental reserves. Now returning to normal from his Awakening Spirit state, his body suffered backlash, and he hugged a large tree as he vomited violently.

Michelle was among those who were less injured, but in the process of resisting Mental Disturbance, she too had overexerted herself. Her eyes were unfocused, and her hand holding the gun shook uncontrollably.

“This woman is a madman!”

Tangde cursed loudly.

“Does anybody know where we are?”

“Lawrence’s wounds are severe; we need to find a place quickly to treat his injuries.”

What was supposed to be a simple operation, Tangde and the others could have never anticipated encountering such an unexpected event.

Many vital medicines and supplies were left in the car; they only carried some basic emergency items for combat.

“I still have some medicine here that can be used to clean Lawrence’s wound and stop the bleeding for now.”

Carl said.

He was one of those who had barely joined the fight, and thus had preserved the most energy among them all.

“But what do we do next?”

“What else can we do?”

Tangde sighed, “We are just ordinary Wandering Hunters; having provoked a power like the Voodoo Association, we have no choice but to leave Bordeaux immediately.”

“Just leave like this? After we’ve spent years building our reputation in this city and…”

“What else can we do?”

Tangde spoke in a grave tone.

“Our escape is only temporary. Assailants could catch up to us at any moment. Whether we live or die, we won’t know until after tonight.”

Looking at the team’s situation, Tangde, in fact, already harbored little hope for the team’s survival.

Chink!

A light sound, and Roger, standing in the darkness, drew the weapon on his back.

“You find a way down the mountain; I’m going back!”

“Going back?”

Tangde was taken aback, looking at Roger with the same expression one would give a madman.

“What are you going back for?”

In the darkness, Roger’s expression was calm, as he simply replied.

“To kill them all!”