Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 1095 - 774: The Powerful Transformation_2

Chapter 1095: Chapter 774: The Powerful Transformation_2

"Face reality, my dear brother!" Patrick dropped heavily from the air and stepped on Kenneth.

"You are the product of Emil’s conspiracy, that shameless man kept my father, the great Dragon King Ares, in the dark, but all conspiracies were seen through, hence my birth."

"Haha, how ironic, look at what our father did, and now look at us, but rest assured, I’ll give you a quick end."

"What should I say at your funeral?"

"It’s a pity, after all these years you didn’t have a beloved woman, otherwise, I could have followed in our father’s footsteps and reluctantly taken her in..."

"Tsk tsk, this is what you call heritage!"

Kenneth’s eyes were hollow, just staring intently at Patrick.

"You are mistaken, Ares is my father, if you do this, it will break his heart."

"Hmm." Patrick sneered, reaching out to grasp Kenneth’s throat.

"Who do you think told me such news?"

"Of course, it was your so-called father."

"Do you know? On this trip to Bisal, he specifically instructed me not to kill you."

"But that wasn’t out of love, it was because he wanted to do it himself, to kill you in front of Freya, in front of that whore, to wash away his past shame!"

"What did you say?!"

Kenneth struggled violently, but all his strength had been drained and he was completely restrained, rendering any resistance useless.

"No, it’s not true!"

"I am his son!"

Kenneth roared.

"How pathetic, to not know your own identity before death, let me help you find relief!"

Patrick’s hand gradually tightened, and just as he was about to snap Kenneth’s neck, a voice suddenly rang out.

"What do I see?"

"Brother against brother?"

On a nearby stone platform, a silver figure slowly sat up, without any apparent movement, yet Patrick felt his whole body freeze, his tightening hand halted in place.

"Kenneth, I saved you again."

Faced with Roger’s teasing, Kenneth did not respond, at this moment he was gravely injured, his eyes unfocused, on the verge of collapse.

"You... you!"

Patrick was shocked, the first moment he saw that silver figure, he checked thoroughly, inside and out, finding no sign of life.

It should have just been armor.

"Could Emil really be alive?"

"No, that’s impossible!"

Evil thoughts surged in his eyes.

"It doesn’t matter, no one can stop me!"

He growled lowly, "Kill him for me!"

Before his words had even fallen, the two Bone Guards by his side simultaneously activated.

At this distance, for Bone Guards with Fifth Tier strength, it was but a fleeting moment, but in the next second, the two massive bodies vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, the silver figure had already leapt down from the stone platform.

"Boom!"

A dull crash was heard from afar, the Bone Guards that had just disappeared reappeared, but they were already embedded into the rock wall.

And a splendid ring enveloped that silver figure.

Upon closer look, five colors flowed within the ring.

"Who is he?!"

Patrick’s face changed wildly, for he was most familiar with that elusive ring.

The First Ring.

Although it was just one ring, it was a limit that most Fifth Tier Transcendents could never reach in their lifetimes.

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This was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

Although the Bone Guards had Fifth Tier strength, it was incomplete, if he could gather three Bone Guards along with all of the Dragon Iron Guards, they might barely be able to slow down the opponent’s speed.

Then create an opportunity... to escape!

Patrick was very clear-minded, but before leaving he was filled with malevolent thoughts, painfully activating a treasure given by Ares and then squeezing his fist tightly!

"Die!"

At this critical moment, he did not want to give up.

"Interesting."

Raising his hand to unleash power, but this time the power restraining Patrick completely failed, Patrick’s eyes turned blood red as power erupted.

Boom!

The ground shook, and half of Patrick’s body was slammed into the ground.

But there was no joy of success on his face because, at the moment the attack fell, Kenneth disappeared.

Without hesitation, Patrick activated another treasure, blending his body into the void, while issuing the final command.

Create space for him to flee, at any cost.

"Where are you planning to go?"

The violent attack engulfed the silver figure, and two Bone Guards launched a suicidal attack, with the last Bone Guard rushing over from not far away.

From the deafening roars came a calm voice, and at the same time, a flame surged from the depths of Patrick’s heart, hidden in the void.

"Wow!"

He uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as various negative emotions exploded within him, eventually swallowing him whole.

In a panic, he looked up, the earth sunken, a silver figure stood proudly amidst the ruins, and the bones of the two Bone Guards were battered, seemingly near shattering.

"Is this the power of the First Ring?"

"Who is he?"

"Right, it must be the blessing of that set of armor, it must be!"

"That should have been mine!" Patrick’s face was full of resentment.

"Ro... Roger, you’re awake."

Kenneth’s weak voice came through, infinite exhaustion washed over him, feeling as though he could die at any moment.

"Rest well, you have done so much on this journey, leave the rest to me."

Roger replied.

He knew that his body had undergone a wonderful transformation, couldn’t articulate it specifically, but he completely perceived some occurrences outside while in this dream-like state.

Emil’s sacrifice, Kenneth’s struggle.

If it weren’t for those uncle and nephew... no, perhaps father and son, even if he could awaken, it should have been in a very distant future.

Protecting Kenneth, he then focused all his attention on the battle.

The change was so sudden, but the feeling was great, for he knew he was stronger than ever.

Much stronger!

Roger stepped forward, and behind him, the two robust Bone Guards cracked and disassembled, witnessing this scene left Patrick’s liver and courage shattered.

He had the mind to escape, employing measures one after another, but most of his abilities were like stones sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

"It’s rules suppression!"

Patrick knew it was because the other’s power was overwhelmingly stronger, completely squeezing out the space for other rules to exist.

This is the might of a Ring Bearer.

Above the Fifth Tier, such people are the real powerhouses, the limits of the entire plane.

Indeed, without needing to look back, he heard the sound of the Bone Guards being destroyed behind him, clear footsteps reached his ears, each step seemingly pounding on the soul’s depths.

Patrick spat out several more mouthfuls of blood, then saw that tall figure arrive before him.

"Don’t kill me, I’m the son of the Silver Dragon King Ares, my father leads the Silver Dragon Clan, one of the oldest races surviving to this day, if you kill... ah...!"

Patrick let out a scream, watching helplessly as a metallic foot came crashing down.

The next second, his scream was abruptly cut off.

Splat... Squish!

Roger expressionlessly stomped and crushed Patrick’s head.

"You seem to have a good father, but he’d better not come."

Roger snorted lightly, raising his head.

At this time, a dense sound came from the perimeter, it should be the Dragon Iron Guards Patrick mentioned, rushing over.

Roger had no interest in killing some Low-Tier Transcendents.

But in fact, even the lowest of what he called these Low-Tier was at least Fourth Tier.

The ground rose a platform, revealing Kenneth’s broken body.

"Roger, I did it." Kenneth showed a relieved smile.

"You’ve killed Patrick, please leave as soon as possible, find a way to get far away from the area controlled by the Silver Dragon Clan."

"Better heal you first."

Endless power from the earth poured into Patrick’s body, his injuries visibly healing.

But even so, Kenneth remained pale, showing no sign of improvement.

"It’s no use, Roger, I used a Forbidden Technique to risk entering the Fifth Tier, now I have no hope."

Roger first frowned, then slowly shook his head.

"Before, I might really have had no way."

"But now." He patted Kenneth’s shoulder.

"I will make you live, and stronger than before!"