Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 1103 - 778: Just now... What was that? _2

Chapter 1103: Chapter 778: Just now... What was that? _2

As he spoke, a layer of ice crystals enveloped the stone house where Kenneth was located. The ice crystals were clear and transparent, but Roger quickly noticed the problem.

It wasn’t the usual cold and low temperature.

A thin layer of ice seemed to seal the entire space.

The rules mastered by the guy in front of him looked simple, but he had transcended the original rules and extended outward, expanding the sealed attributes to evolve into a kind of ability that only space rules could master.

"Don’t think about escaping." Devour seemed in no hurry to start the battle.

"The passage to the whole world has been sealed. Even if you destroy this world, the outside won’t know what’s happening here."

"I am Devour, from the North."

"The Ice Dragon clan." When speaking of his race, Devour’s face showed a trace of pride.

"Let’s have a good fight; I’ll give you a dignified death."

Devour’s eyes gradually became sharp.

"As the hundredth Fifth Tier I’ve incidentally killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to launch an attack.

"Crystalline Space!"

Ka-ka-ka!

The surrounding plants instantly died; Roger didn’t feel any change in temperature, but around him, every inch of space displayed tiny symbols like snowflakes.

Rather than saying it was a seal, it was more like a freeze.

Devour froze the entire space.

"Let me see how powerful you are?"

The elegance disappeared from his face, along with the terrifying virtual image of the ice dragon behind him, Devour underwent a tremendous change as he entered battle mode.

An emotion of madness and self-destruction seemed to spread from him.

The feeling was as if he wasn’t trying to kill his opponent.

But was searching for someone who could kill him.

"At our level, rules aren’t just simple rules; only the right person can master them."

"Ice is my rule, and it is also my attitude."

"And what about you?"

"A big messy mix?"

The communication between the two wasn’t purely through language; emotional transmission was captured instantly by the other.

So after the first attack, Devour did not stop but pursued the victory.

"Touch of Ice!"

In the frozen space, spikes grew outwards; they seemed not to target Roger specifically, but almost instantly, Roger felt a coldness from inside out.

It was beyond temperature.

"Boom!"

Finally, facing Devour’s attack, Roger struck for the first time.

On his palm, a black flame spread, and then a miraculous scene happened, ice and fire coexisted in the same space.

But neither had any temperature.

Not cold ice and not hot fire.

"Just flames?" Devour shook his head.

"It’s over."

He seemed very disappointed.

But just as he was about to launch a third attack, a realization never felt before surged from deep within him.

It was as though secrets long buried were about to be revealed, and the scars at the bottom of his heart were being torn.

"Flame of emotion?"

"Interesting."

He didn’t take any resistance measures, and the larger his smile became, the more the flame within his heart burned fiercely.

He seemed to be enjoying the scorch from the flame.

"That’s the feeling, fiercer, more intense!"

Devour laughed manically, even the ice dragon behind him was influenced.

Roger frowned; he had never seen such complex emotions in a person before, using those emotions as fuel, the flame’s power surpassed the ordinary.

"Not enough, not enough!!"

Devour had been wholly consumed by the flame from inside out; the flame didn’t just burn his flesh.

For Ring Bearers, damage to body and soul was terrifying, but the disintegration of rules was a wound without solution.

Under Roger’s scorch, the clear and transparent ring was filled with dark cracks, yet even though Devour’s emotional fuel was abundant.

This guy’s power was indeed above Roger, though merely a First Ring, he was peak among peaks.

Roger even suspected that a slightly weaker Second Ring might not be his match.

So although the flames burned fiercely, Devour indeed let out a miserable groan.

But such power could only heavily wound, but not kill him.

"Not enough, still not enough!"

The face within the roar turned hideously distorted, negative emotions accumulated to the limit, finally channeling all hatred onto Roger.

"You’re too weak, it’s right there, burn it down, release!"

The feeling was as if some desire couldn’t be vented, suspended in the air without release.

His eyes turned blood red, Devour opened his arms.

"Since you can’t do it, then die!"

"Crystalline Space Disintegration!"

In an instant, the frozen space cracked inch by inch, and Roger seemed like a person trapped in a layer of ice, seemingly ready to vanish along with the space’s collapse.

"What about other abilities?"

"Your power is still not enough; since you’ve ignited the fire in my heart, why not burn it completely!"

Roger opened his hand, trying to control the surrounding space, but at this time he found that the attributes of the space had been completely changed, mixed with other rules.

This greatly diminished his power.

Roger could affect the part belonging to space, but at this time, what filled the space was Devour’s unique attributes.

"Space?"

"Hmm... What is this? Such a heavy feeling."

"And that annoying Soul Power!"

"Too weak, too weak, all these powers are too weak!"

Devour increased his power, and Roger’s resistance seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

"You becoming a Ring Bearer is truly a fluke, but it looks like you should come from a low-energy world, a world like that occasionally births legends, but most are useless."

"Too much, too varied."

"Wanting everything ends up accomplishing nothing."

"A true strongman will only perfect one thing to the extreme."

"Almost all those guys I’ve seen who attempt multi-field development fail on the path to condense the Ring Seal."

Devour was severely injured, such injuries were impossible to recover in a short time, making him look somewhat miserable.

However, when speaking, Devour’s expression was unusually calm, completely incongruent with his frenzied appearance.

"What a pity."

"If you only mastered that kind of flame, then perhaps your name would be left in this Plane’s future."

"But now I can only bury you here, as the hundredth Fifth Tier Transcendent I’ve killed, I will exceptionally give you a respectable end!"

As soon as the words fell, frost descended.

A pure white covered the entire world.

Long after, when all the power subsided, what appeared beside Devour was a world covered in ice and snow.

That power permanently changed the rules of this space; from this day on, the place where they fought would only have winter.

The Ice Dragon behind roared, Devour looked at the ring in front of him that had visible cracks.

"Even you find him a pity?"

The Ice Dragon let out a roar, seemingly responding to Devour’s question.

In fact, the Ice Dragon behind him was merely a manifestation of his body’s power, without any independent personality or thinking ability.

The two seemed to be communicating, but in truth, it was just Devour talking to himself.

"The hundredth opponent, it’s worth commemorating."

Devour nodded, and a clear name appeared on the scales of the Ice Dragon behind him.

"Roger, a good name." Devour murmured to himself.

"I think so too."

A sudden voice that shouldn’t have appeared came.

All the muscles in his body tensed, Devour’s eyes widened, and in the center of the explosive power, a figure slowly emerged.

The man appeared very disheveled, seemingly also seriously injured, compared to before, at this time, an additional Longsword was in his hand.

Common in design, it even seemed like ordinary iron.

"You didn’t die?" Grevor’s tone returned to calm, eyes full of caution, aware of the destructive power of his attacks.

"I didn’t intend for it to be this way." Roger gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

"Do you think an extra weapon will allow you to..."

Before Devour could finish speaking, he saw Roger raise the Longsword in his hand, a black flame flickered, at the same time some emotion in his heart was ignited.

"The same trick doesn’t work on me."

Devour snorted coldly but was immediately overwhelmed by excruciating pain spreading throughout his body, he couldn’t help but let out a scream, then watched as the ring enveloping him...

Broke.

In the last moment before collapsing, Devour had only one thought in his mind.

"What was this guy doing just now?"

"Was he toying with me?"