Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 370 - Chapter 370 Chapter 370 Deerhead Spirit

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Deerhead Spirit Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Deerhead Spirit “Nice view!”

Roger stood atop a tree, looking out at the distant scenery. The green forest stretched and undulated, merging with the faraway sky on the horizon.

One could experience a feeling completely different from being at sea within the forest.

He took a deep breath. Roger exclaimed sincerely, “Maybe this is the breath of nature.”

“Huh…”

Just then, a repressed, frenzied growl came from not too far behind him in the jungle.

“A beast, monster?”

Roger turned around and saw a pair of large antlers emerging from the woods.

“A deer, here?”

He muttered somewhat curiously.

“Rustle rustle.”

The next moment, the leaves parted like a tide, as if the plants had animal senses, desperately avoiding something terrifying.

“Thud.”

A figure stepped out, its foot sinking into the leaf-covered dirt.

And the ease on Roger’s face completely solidified.

“Can’t be this unlucky, right?”

Seeing a large wound on the creature’s cheek, Roger realized that this was the Deerhead Spirit that the Round Table Knight Order had once set out to capture.

Before he could make a choice, the next second, the Deerhead Spirit not far away raised its palm.

Falling from the top of a tree branch, almost at the same time, a goose-egg sized spike whizzed by right in front of Roger.

[Alder]

Without any hesitation, Roger, hanging mid-air, released a Dharma Seal, and his body strangely shifted to the left. His feet kicked against the trunk of a tree, gaining a brief respite. Roger quickly leaped to the back of a large tree.

Thud!

The next second, a tree thick enough to be embraced by a person was instantly penetrated, and the sharp spike stopped only after hitting the protective Quinn Dharma Seal around him.

“This guy is Third Tier?”

Roger yelled and, in the moment of turning, drew the Cursed Sword from his back.

Clang!

Powerful energy transferred from his palm to his body. Roger stepped back to block the Deerhead Spirit’s attack.

Energy flowed through his body, the deer antlers atop the Deerhead Spirit’s head glowing with a verdant light.

Although Roger really wanted to move forward and chop off a piece for his Alchemy Potions, after comparing the two sides’ strengths and the current environment, Roger did not hesitate to turn around and flee.

In the depths of the forest, the Deerhead Spirit was akin to a demigod of the place; materials might be valuable, but life was more precious.

“Roar!”

Seeing Roger attempting to escape, the Deerhead Spirit let out an angry roar. In an instant, the trees within a hundred-meter diameter seemed to come alive.

With every step Roger surged forward, he had to face countless vines and branches attacking him, with the most terrifying pressure coming from the Deerhead Spirit behind him.

If he remembered correctly, Goway once told him that this terrifying creature could control the plants within a certain range and even the active monsters within them!

“So the danger the Mountain Woman warned me about came from here,” Roger finally understood the Mountain Woman’s past advice at that moment.

He didn’t want to risk his life for treasure, only to lose it without enjoying the spoils.

[Igni]

Flames gushed out and spread quickly, soon enveloping a large area. In the chaos, Roger still discerned the correct direction. If he went any deeper into the forest under such circumstances, he might end up staying there forever.

Thump, thump, thump.

Although the surrounding plants were controlled by the Deerhead Spirit, writhing as if they were alive, they were, after all, ordinary plants that couldn’t withstand the damage brought by the Igni Dharma Seal.

But facing the fiery damage that ordinary monsters would desperately avoid, the Deerhead Spirit’s body surface glowed faintly and it actually stepped forward, walking directly into the flames!

The flames sizzled as they scorched against its protective surface, causing a collision of energies.

As it moved forward, the Deerhead Spirit’s movements paused slightly, lifting its head in confusion, having lost the trace of that detestable human.

This was almost impossible for it.

The forest was its backyard, and every plant around was like a part of its body, making it impossible for anyone who stepped on them to escape its perception.

Unless the other party could leap beyond the limits of its perception in an instant.

If one had such combat strength, then it might be the one that needed to flee.

It opened its mouth and uttered a series of strange sounds, not the spell to activate a Spell but rather a fluctuating pitch that seemed to be inherited from an ancient language.

“Strange?”

In the moment it was distracted, a figure suddenly burst out from the burning flames, attacking with such speed that its energy completely erupted the instant the attack was launched!

It was Roger!

After creating a large area of burning flames, Roger did not choose to quickly flee; instead, he hid his form and concealed himself within the flames.

[Extreme Igni]

Almost at the moment he launched his attack, Roger unleashed all the strength in his body.

The Array in his mind spun rapidly, and in an instant, Roger drained all his spiritual power, his effort so forceful that the already formed funnel-shaped Array’s structure even became slightly loose.

But precisely because of this, the power of the Igni that burst forth was incredibly strong, and the defense coating the Deerhead Spirit was instantly broken; the next second, an attack fueled by all of Roger’s strength was descending upon the top of the Deerhead Spirit’s head!

[Heavy]!

It wasn’t because Roger was greedy, foolishly seeking to obtain the Hart Spirit’s Horn even when he knew it was an unbeatable situation.

It was because he knew if he couldn’t damage the Deerhead Spirit’s horns, which helped it perceive its surroundings, he would never be able to escape this dreadful enemy in the forest.

Endless pursuit and the threat of multiple enemies that could swarm him at any moment.

In such a situation, Roger had no chance of survival.

So, knowing full well the high risk of a stealth attack, Roger had no choice but to attempt it.

“Burst out for me!”

The space between his thumb and forefinger split, blood reddening the Cursed Sword, and under Roger’s intent, the Dark Energy entwined around the Cursed Sword began to boil.

With amplified strength, Roger struck the almost unguarded Deerhead Spirit with his most powerful pose.

“Crack!”

A crisp sound echoed.

A clear crack appeared on the antler struck by Roger, and joy flashed across his face as he unhesitatingly unleashed all his strength. But just when he thought he could sever a piece of the Deerhead Spirit’s horn in one fell swoop…

For the first time, the ambushed Deerhead Spirit unleashed a terrifying power befitting that of a Heritage Knight set for the kill.

Powerful energy erupted from the cracks in its antler, where the Hart Spirit’s horn was the source of its energy and also the most solid part of its body.

The sudden outburst immediately blew Roger, who was in mid-air, away.

As he retreated, a hint of regret showed on Roger’s face.

If it hadn’t been for the fight against the Rose Princess and the ensuing depletion of most of the Dark Energy stored in the Cursed Sword, then that stealthy strike would have not only temporarily cut off the Deerhead Spirit’s Perception Ability.

It might even have been possible to sever it with a clean slice.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, the overwhelming energy slightly exceeding Roger’s body’s capacity, causing light internal injuries.

After landing, he hesitated no longer, looking back at the Deerhead Spirit burning in the flames.

“The horn can stay there, I’ll come for it next time.”