Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 1094 - 774: The Powerful Transformation

Chapter 1094: Chapter 774: The Powerful Transformation

"Get it!"

In Patrick’s understanding, Emil must have given the armor made from Dragon Body Transformation to Kenneth.

After all, Kenneth is his son.

The appearance of this item broke the balance. If Kenneth regains his strength, ascends to the Fifth Tier, and merges with the armor,

then even if Ares truly obtains the title of Dragon Saint, it would still be extremely difficult to strip Kenneth of his claim to the throne.

After all, a powerful monarch is something that anyone would be pleased to see.

So, in Patrick’s eyes, it was no longer just a weapon or armor; it symbolized the final choice for the throne.

He must not let this happen!

Thus, the choice he had left was only one.

"Die!"

With this thought, Patrick acted fiercely.

After his series of actions just now, he had roughly gauged the extent of Kenneth’s injuries.

His previous actions weren’t just for show; they were a way to probe through some extreme emotional reactions.

He knew Kenneth was heavily injured. At this moment, he was certainly no match for him, and since Emil had already died, the accompanying Bone Guards could stabilize the situation with overwhelming advantage.

So when Patrick’s arm pierced into Kenneth’s chest, while Kenneth, who became alert, only resisted slightly before being penetrated!

"Pugh!"

"Patrick!" Kenneth screamed in agony, stretching out his hands to desperately fend off Patrick’s attack.

"What are you doing?!"

"Doing what I must!"

"Only when you die can I become the successor to the throne!"

Patrick’s face was contorted with ferocity, and his attack drew the attention of the Dragon Spirit floating in mid-air.

The antenna on its forehead shook, turning blood-red, a spontaneous reaction to a perceived enormous threat.

"Honored lords..."

Before Sarasa finished speaking, a low roar interrupted her words.

"Dragon Iron Guard, seal off the surroundings!"

"Kill without mercy!"

When Patrick entered, he was accompanied by only three figures; the other Dragon Iron Guards were left outside, prepared long in advance.

At this moment, as he erupted, the surrounding Dragon Spirits had no time to react.

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A figure leapt high, appearing behind the Dragon Spirit in an instant, utterly smashing her beautiful head with a single punch.

Having done this sneak attack, the figure did not stop; sharp bone spurs grew from its arms, grabbing the Dragon Spirit’s wings from behind and tearing her in two!

Following that, their armor began to change.

The silver glow vanished, replaced by pale bones.

Simultaneously, their bodies underwent deformation.

The surface armor was merely a disguise; that was their true form, made of white bones!

"Stay alert; you don’t need to interfere. I will personally kill him to seize my throne!"

Patrick said coldly.

The two Bone Guards were assigned to guard, while the remaining one joined with the Dragon Iron Guards outside, tasked with defending against the possible attack of the High Tier Transcendents of Bisal.

"You want to kill me... for the throne, what about your honor?" Kenneth spat large mouthfuls of blood and questioned.

In the drifting process, he exerted all his strength, his body completely overdrawn. At this moment, not to mention Patrick, even a random Fourth Tier could kill him.

"What thing?"

"What kind of people leave what kind of offspring."

"You and your dead father are just the same, full of charitable honor."

Patrick sneered.

"We are the great Silver Dragon Clan; the glory of the Dragonkin is forged in blood and fire. Only slaughter and Intimidation can solidify our throne."

"Honor?"

"That’s just an insignificant fig leaf."

"And you actually believed it."

Patrick looked at Kenneth with a face full of contempt.

"Look, your honor-worshipping father is lying there behind you, and you will also die with honor. As for me, I will attain my throne, writing my glory!"

Kenneth’s eyes suddenly widened, "You... what did you say?"

"Uncle Emil is my father?"

"You don’t know yet?" Patrick frowned.

"Your father didn’t tell you before he died?"

"Alright, after all, we are related by blood. To let you die with some understanding, I will reveal the truth of all this to you!"

Shhh!

Patrick suddenly withdrew his arm, flinging powerfully, hurling Kenneth onto the nearby ground.

The earth shook as a shallow pit formed where Kenneth landed. Before he could struggle to get up, two robust figures appeared, stepping from mid-air with spiked legs, and ruthlessly stomped on Kenneth’s arm.

"I won’t make such a low-level mistake."

Patrick’s body floated up, looking down on Kenneth from above.

Kenneth’s chest was broken open by a large hole, his blood staining the ground red, with occasional silver glints in the spills.

He was close to the end, with his outflowing blood not much different from that of ordinary Transcendents.

On his two sides were Patrick’s controlled Bone Guards, their enormous feet binding Kenneth to the ground.

Then Patrick waved his hand, an invisible force sweeping across Kenneth’s legs, severing them at the knees.

Kenneth grunted, but showed little signs of pain on his face. He simply silently raised his head, staring at Patrick.

"Emil is my uncle, my father is..."