Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 714 - Chapter 714 Chapter 590 Kurokawas Master

Chapter 714: Chapter 590: Kurokawa’s Master Chapter 714: Chapter 590: Kurokawa’s Master Everything he sensed was rapidly peeling away, and amidst the mechanical assault, Roger even forgot the purpose of his killing spree.

His arm mechanically lifted, swinging the Sword of Destiny in his hand.

This completely instinctual method of attack actually aligned with a certain special state, with superfluous movements growing fewer and attacks becoming purer.

The legacy of thirty-three styles was slowly being digested and understood.

Having ingested too many sinister things, the Nekomata underwent earth-shattering changes.

Its form expanded, its metal sheen skin tinged red from the light flowing beneath.

Roger’s body leaped high, and immediately, he enveloped the entire space around him with a blood-red radiance of Spiritual Power.

Sword light crisscrossed, each ray of light containing explosive force.

Boom!

The monsters caught within were crushed by the powerful force, their blood mingling with unknown fluids, covering the entire space, as Roger bathed in it with a look of intoxication on his face.

He had become addicted to this state of unlimited power, and could not extricate himself.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t forget to look for your companions!”

A voice came from beside him, and in a daze, Roger saw a figure appear. He instinctively swung the Sword of Destiny in his hand.

Hum!

Spiritual Power howled, and Yuan Guanghai was toppled to the ground under the oppression of this mighty force, and just when he thought he was going to be decapitated, the sharp blade spun and landed in the earth not far from him.

Thump!

The ground tremored, Roger breathing heavily, a moment of lucidity returning to his eyes.

“Ah…!”

But soon, evil that reached deep into his marrow swept over him again, and it was a long while before he slowly lifted his head.

“We’ve strayed off course, we’re going back the way we came!”

Yuan Guanghai’s voice came, Roger lifted his head to see bodies torn asunder everywhere, while the Nekomata had swelled to the size of a sedan.

Six tails dragged behind it, densely covered with reverse barbs, and Roger issued orders subconsciously; the Nekomata, as if possessing a life of its own, struggled several times before finally responding to his summons.

“Your vitality is waning.”

Yuan Guanghai said with a grave expression.

Roger’s heart chilled, the consequences of recklessly using the Spirit Eater’s abilities were more serious than he anticipated.

It wasn’t just his lost mind and bloodlust, he felt himself evolving into something else.

The Guardian Spirit before him was the best example.

“I have to find her!”

“There’s not much time left for me.”

Roger said, agitated.

He had merely cleared out a wave of pursuers, knowing a relentless stream of others would continue to flock behind him.

Taking a deep breath, the foul stench around him now seemed somehow sweet, Roger realized he was starting to adapt to his environment.

“Let’s go!”

He pulled up Yuan Guanghai, and in the moment his body took flight, the giant form of the Nekomata roared as it lifted the two of them, speeding away like a bolt of lightning.

The wind howled past his ears, Roger squinted his eyes, suppressing the murderous intent seeping out.

In this state, not only was his Spiritual Power ceiling raised to the mid-fourth tier limit, but each attack also became purer.

Seventeen.

A number flashed through his mind.

The legacy of thirty-three styles, and he had now comprehended seventeen without being aware of it, yet Roger felt no excitement in his heart.

He knew the path he had chosen was extreme, and if he persisted until the end, the result he would get…

He placed his hand on the Nekomata’s forehead; its racing form suddenly came to a stop. Roger saw a vast forest, where every plant twisted in strange contortions.

The tree trunks looked like flayed bodies, with clusters of black globules on their branches. A ghastly wind blew, turning the globules over, revealing pale faces.

Their eyes wide, they stared intently at Roger, emitting a shrill cry from their mouths.

“The trail ends here.”

That bizarre voice drilled into his eardrums, but Roger’s mood was increasingly becoming more irritable, an inner voice urging him to destroy everything he saw.

“Kill them all, destroy everything!”

Just then, a familiar presence approached from afar, Roger’s eyes widened as he sprinted towards it the next second.

He cut through several vines blocking his path.

The vines twisted, black blood oozing from the wounds.

His view widened, and it wasn’t long before Roger spotted a figure moving swiftly through the darkness.

“Uma?”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly became vigilant.

Uma’s true form was supposed to be an unknown shadow entity that usually hid in Roger’s shadow or controlled other beings through shadows.

But at this moment…

Hearing Roger’s voice, the swiftly moving figure suddenly paused, “My master, you’ve finally found us!”

“Us?”

Roger’s eyes brightened.

“Senka is also here, where is she?”

“What happened? Why didn’t you respond to my Summon?”

Roger asked repeatedly.

“This place is peculiar, I hid within that girl’s shadow as you ordered before the transport channel burst.”

“But upon arriving here, all connections were severed, and I could only wrap the girl’s body with Shadow’s Power to shield her life force.”

“We encountered some battles on the road, she killed many things, then her body began to mutate.”