Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 782 - Chapter 782: Chapter 623: Dragon Palace_2

Chapter 782: Chapter 623: Dragon Palace_2

At this moment, Roger’s figure trembled slightly, and in his line of sight, the passageway before him underwent a bizarre change.

The blood-red color around him faded into a brilliant silver light, and in front of him, a hazy world appeared behind the passageway that had previously come to an end.

“What’s happening?”

Since when could a Nekomata do that?

Roger was slightly stunned. He flipped through the information on the notice board, where the description of the Nekomata made no mention of abilities related to breaking through or detecting.

It wasn’t something that could be discovered simply through meticulous observation–an entire space was hidden before him!

“Have you found anything?”

Sword Master Funiu had been searching for anomalies nearby, his voice coming from a distance.

Roger’s expression changed, and by the time he turned around, the Nekomata had already hidden within his body, possessed by the Guardian Spirit. One of his eyes was a cat’s pupil, while the other remained in its normal state.

“I might have found the secret of this place.”

Roger walked forward. He pushed with his palm, the Nekomata merging with him, and like parting a bunch of Mist, the next moment Roger vanished before Sword Master Funiu’s eyes.

Immediately after, his hand reached out again, “What are you spacing out for? Follow me.”

Having said that, he tugged at Sword Master Funiu’s shoulder, and the power of the Guardian Spirit enveloped them both, with Sword Master Funiu stepping into it as well.

A moist air hit them head-on, and as they opened their eyes, they faced an expanse of white fog.

“Such thick fog,” Sword Master Funiu remarked.

“No, it’s clouds.”

“We’re in the sky,” Roger’s voice came through, and soon after, their figures rose rapidly upwards, similar to how they would pass through clouds of fog.

It was as if they had entered another world, and then a bright light burst forth, and Roger saw a palace entwined in clouds!

“What place is this?”

Sword Master Funiu exclaimed in amazement.

Though he possessed the Bloodline Power of the Atlas Great Bear, he had always grown up in Everworld, his customs and concepts leaning more towards Sunrise.

Seeing a palace floating above the heavens, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“Is it an illusion?”

“Does such a place exist in Everworld?”

No wonder Sword Master Funiu felt astounded; life was relatively stable only within the regions under his rule, where the chaos caused by Monsters was greatly reduced.

Even if the people here were accustomed to it, at its core, Everworld was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, not to mention that chaotic Land of Eternal Darkness.

From any perspective, the scene before their eyes seemed as if it should exist only in imagination.

“Let’s go over and take a look.”

The way they had come had vanished; Roger suppressed the confusion in his heart.

Why was it the Nekomata?

He rapidly connected many thoughts–Senka, Higurashi Gushan, and the so-called Way of the Asura.

With a thought, the surrounding mist automatically coiled around them, and under the push of this force, they rode the wind to approach the palace.

The closer they got, the more they could sense the grandeur of the building before them.

It wasn’t like Western buildings that soared straight into the sky, nor did it cover the earth as extensively as the ancient Eastern society had tried to do.

The palace before them combined both characteristics. Roger could only see a part of it for now, more of it hidden within the mist.

And there, he could not see through.

No walls, no doors, they passed freely among them.

Clean and tidy, every brick, every tile was as shiny as new, but there was one thing notably missing here.

Life.

“Is there a place similar to this in the legends of Everworld?” asked Roger.

“Not at all.”

“For Everworld, this place is simply a sanctuary. If we could move here…” Sword Master Funiu said longingly.

Just then, a beam of light shot from an unknown direction, piercing through a cloud of mist and landing on the ground at Roger’s feet.

Something wondrous happened–the ground that was originally paved with bluestones dissipated like mist under the illumination of the light.

No, everything underfoot turned transparent under the light’s penetration.

Roger looked down and saw the landscape beneath his feet.

Rolling hills and cities, and within the cities stood the Black Tower.

“We’re above Everworld!”

Sword Master Funiu said.

At that moment, light refracted into the mist, and from within the mist, faint voices could be heard.

The two quickly dodged to one side and then saw three figures emerge from the mist.

Slender in stature, their skin was pale and flawless.

Roger withdrew his gaze; though the three before him were beautiful, they were not living beings.

Of course, their beauty was predicated on the presence of facial features, which, while they possessed many characteristics of ordinary women, were precisely what they lacked.

Their faces were as clean as a sheet of white paper.

More figures appeared, their forms no different from ordinary people, but all devoid of facial features.

Furthermore, these people seemed to be following a predetermined program, as if they couldn’t see Roger and his companion at all.

At this time, the surrounding light grew brighter, the mist gradually dissipated, and the surrounding palaces began to reveal themselves.

Then, Roger saw a tail flicking above the palaces.

The mist was churned up, followed by silver scales and a strong yet beautiful body.

A Silver Dragon.

It had its eyes tightly closed as if in deep sleep, its long tail sweeping aimlessly behind it.

A creature existing only in legend appeared before their eyes; Roger subconsciously held his breath, containing his power to the limit.

No Energy was needed; a mere turn or fall from the sky, and the palace before him would cease to exist.

Roger looked up; from his angle, he could only see part of the Silver Dragon’s body. Its scales glistened metallically, strong and solid, yet they did not give the cold sensation of steel.

Every line of its body was filled with beauty. As it breathed, the mist got sucked in and exhaled, and the surrounding moisture started to weigh heavier.

However, Sword Master Funiu, standing beside Roger, was in a dire situation. His Bloodline Power was suppressed, and facing the Silver Dragon floating in the sky, he felt an instinctive fear.

His muscles tensed, and after a mere glance, he lowered his head.

“Strong, beautiful.”

Facing this ultimate creature, Roger thought these were the two most fitting words.

Just then, the Silver Dragon floating in mid-air turned over, exposing the other side of her body.

Yes, her.

This was a mother dragon.

It was not that Roger intentionally observed, but it was…

Impossible not to notice.

Of course, Roger wouldn’t dwell on such matters. By her form, she appeared to be a Western Dragon, but on the ridge of her back, where wings should be tucked in, there were two shocking deep pits instead.

Her wings had been torn off!

“Should we continue?” Roger hesitated as well.

Deep within the palace clearly lay some secrets; yet moving forward risked being discovered. This was no ordinary Sword Master, Divine Master.

If the Silver Dragon awoke, Roger doubted he would have a chance to activate the power of Shadow’s Touch.

“Let’s leave this place,” said Sword Master Funiu, struggling to maintain his composure.

But just then, the Giant Dragon, deep in slumber, began to twist restlessly. The fog exhaled from her nostrils grew denser, obscuring even the surrounding light, followed by a painful low howl emitting from the Silver Dragon’s throat.

The sound traveled out, and the figures walking outside the palace froze like machines.

Then, a terrible scene unfolded.

The Silver Dragon’s massive limbs struggled madly; her body arched violently, and her substantial tail smashed down harshly, reducing a separate courtyard to rubble in an instant.

Immediately after, the scales on her body suddenly stood on end.

Whirr, whirr, whirr.

The next moment, the shimmering silver scales incredibly snapped off, shedding from her body as blood sprayed and droplets the size of human heads fell.

Plop, plop!

The blood, containing immense power, pummeled the ground, forming deep craters. As the blood pooled and flowed, the dazed figures were swiftly dissolved and then devoured.

“What’s happening?” Sword Master Funiu’s face went pale as his expression drastically changed.

Crack, crack, crack.

The Silver Dragon’s back arched, revealing ghastly white bones where her wings should have been, blood gushed out, and amidst excruciating pain, she opened her gigantic mouth, revealing her sharp, pristine-white teeth.

Then, suddenly, her eyes opened.