Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 378 - Chapter 378 Chapter 378 Cursed Coin (1)

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 Cursed Coin (1) Chapter 378: Chapter 378 Cursed Coin (1) Under normal circumstances, deceiving the perception of a Third Tier Transcendent like Lusfan would be extremely difficult, but the room they were in happened to be a special Cursed Item.

The House of Wishes Come True.

In this room, even controlling and perfectly simulating complex terrain environments was easy, and it was very simple to add a bit of camouflage to the bomb.

The next second, the environment around them changed drastically.

It was no longer a retro hall with exquisite decorations, but an open forest, and then, to Lusfan’s astonishment, flames shot up into the sky.

Boom.

Roger and Henrik quickly dodged to the side.

William was a little closer to Lusfan and was also affected. He was hurled through the air and crashed into a large tree after landing.

“He’s still not dead after that?”

Henrik laughed excitedly, seemingly eager to try.

“Don’t get close, the bomb’s power is strong but too dispersed, it might not be enough to inflict a fatal injury on a guy like Lusfan.”

“Where’s Claudia? I need her help to draw the vampire’s attention.”

“She’s already here.” Henrik didn’t rush forward hastily; instead, he pulled out his dagger from behind his back, his left hand shaking slightly as the weapon changed shape in his hand.

Then he leaped up, landing in the nearby tree.

The smoke and dust cleared, and, indeed, the bomb’s power was too dispersed compared to what would affect an average person, just as Roger had guessed.

And Lusfan, using some method, though he appeared heavily injured, was still not in mortal peril.

“You despicable, shameless…”

The casual suit Lusfan was wearing was ripped and tattered, his front covered in blood, and his face burned away to reveal raw, red muscle.

Half of his jaw had nearly fallen off his face. Through the shattered flesh connected to the surface of his skin, one could directly see the stark white teeth inside.

One of the teeth was particularly sharp, and Roger took note of it after a glance.

While Lusfan was speaking, out of the blue, an ice arrow shot straight into his mouth.

It was Henrik, who was standing at the top of the tree.

“Shoot the mouth first when targeting someone!”

After making an attack, Henrik quickly moved to another large tree.

“Claudia, come quick, he’s targeting me!” He was acutely aware of the gap between himself and Lusfan and didn’t try to be a hero; instead, he immediately called for support.

Whoosh!

The clothes on Lusfan’s back tore apart, and a pair of large black wings burst forth from his body, but before he could take to the air,

a graceful figure descended from the sky, her slender palm striking towards Lusfan’s face.

Lusfan’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and a hint of wariness shone through his blood-red eyes.

This woman, expressionless, brought to him immense pressure.

Another Third Tier, the woman before him was also a Third Tier.

Raising his hand to block Claudia’s attack, Lusfan roared out loud.

“William, hurry up and kill that boy, then come help me!”

“Thud!”

William flipped to his feet, shattering the trunk that was on top of him with a stomp, his muscles writhed wildly, and silver fur sprouted all over his skin.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a massive werewolf nearly 2.5 meters tall.

On his forehead, a silver crescent-shaped mark was imprinted.

“I’ll start by cutting off your limbs, then I’ll torture you slowly!”

William’s body turned into a blur of motion, his immense figure unexpectedly agile as he instantly appeared before Roger, his crossed hands reflecting the luster of death on their sharp claws.

Roger remained silent, retreating, and somehow the Cursed Sword was already in his grasp.

Clang clang clang!

He parried with his sword, his breathing even and his steps sure, accurately discerning the feints and true attacks within William’s onslaught.

Feeling the force transmitted through the blade of the sword, Roger’s heart steadied.

William’s strength was indeed greater than his own, but by a very limited margin, certainly not enough to simply overpower Roger.

In the midst of their clash, Roger grinned, baring his teeth as he stared into William’s blood-red pupils.

“Is that all?”

“You are much weaker than I imagined!”

With provocative words, and a hint of suggestion stirring in his mind, William’s fury surged, “I’ll kill you, I must kill you!”

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding, but before William could unleash a roar, he saw Roger’s eyes ablaze with light.

His palm faced upward, glowing with a fiery red radiance.

“Shut up!”

The moment William opened his mouth, flames erupted from Roger’s palm, the sound in his throat cut short by a brief grunt, the rest swallowed by the flames and forcibly pushed back!

Ignoring the turbulent air currents in his chest cavity caused by the disrupted attack, William also felt a formidable pressure from the flames emitted by Roger’s hand.

The saying “fur and fire do not mix” was not without reason.

Bearing the discomfort, William rapidly retreated, but through the burning flames, he saw a pair of bright eyes.

Those eyes seemed like a bottomless abyss, into which William’s spirit was drawn, relaxing his concentration and losing control of his body momentarily.

It was but a short time, yet for a Transcendent like Roger, it was enough. Roger’s body glided silently and swiftly closer to William, like a nimble serpent.

The Cursed Sword sprang from his palm, neither with the sound of slicing air nor with a gleaming light, but by the time William came to his senses, the black Sword Tip had already pierced the skin of his neck!

In the life-and-death situation, William’s potential erupted in full, letting out a roar, his hands raised with incredible speed.

“Trying to grab the blade barehanded?”

Roger chuckled, ready to teach a memorable lesson should William indeed attempt such a move.

To Roger’s surprise, however, William’s palms suddenly changed direction, one slapping towards the Cursed Sword in Roger’s hand, while the other’s sharp claws elongated monstrously, and three black spikes detached, shooting towards his own eyes.

Although protected by Quinn, Roger did not intend to meet the attack with his face; he slightly tilted his head to dodge William’s assault, while at the same time, the Cursed Sword pierced deeply into William’s neck without slowing!

But just then a great force struck, and William, exploding with power at the last moment, managed to strike the Cursed Sword.

He let out a pained groan as blood spurted, the Cursed Sword embedded in his neck forcibly diverted, making a large gash before being cast aside!

Rotating his body, Roger landed and adjusted, looking somewhat surprised at William; though seemingly dim-witted, William’s ferocity and decisiveness in combat could not be underestimated.

Through underestimation, William had lost the upper hand in a blink and almost allowed Roger to take advantage and stab through his neck; but at the crucial moment, he escaped the fatal crisis through self-mutilation.

And the cost was a neck nearly sliced in half!

He held his skewed neck with his left hand, his eyes revealing a hatred that cut to the bone.

“Lusfan, if you want to live, fight with all your might. This kid is also a Third Tier!” William’s voice was hoarse, blood still streaming between his fingers.

He stared fixedly at Roger, “You know? Ever since I got this thing, this is the first time I’ve used it!”

With that, he plunged his right hand into his abdomen, and then yanked out a bloodstained Gold Coin!