Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 839 - 651: Black and White World_2

Chapter 839: Chapter 651: Black and White World_2

The power of the Sword Master Cold Crow was eroding his space of survival, the raging sword light already enveloped the area where he could move.

When the blockade is complete, it will also be the time when Roger meets his end.

"Too weak, you’re still too weak!"

The Sword Master Cold Crow opposite suddenly became frantic, as if the power Roger exhibited couldn’t satisfy him.

He was like a drunkard enjoying himself, only to find himself the only sober one among the revelers.

This irresistible state made him even more disappointed.

"Faster, stronger!"

"Your swordsmanship only has power, it’s missing a true soul!"

"You should have come ten years later, I was too impatient, I shouldn’t have let you go just now."

"I’ve waited for so many years, the most desperate period has passed, if I can hold on a little longer."

"Maybe... Maybe you would impress me!"

The Sword Master Cold Crow’s attack suddenly slowed down, but Roger felt the pressure increase doubly.

Roger could clearly distinguish the trajectory and the changes of power in every strike that man swung at him.

But it was no use, he couldn’t avoid or block, Roger couldn’t imagine how many rounds he could endure in such an attack without the protection of the Quinn Sword Seal.

Was he this strong now, or was he already this strong twenty years ago?

Can such a Sword Master Cold Crow really be defeated?

Roger even doubted that the man killed the Tengu Divine Master back then maybe not due to ideological conflict as rumored.

Perhaps it was just because he needed an equally matched opponent.

Whoever this person was, as long as they could excite him, provide him a hearty battle, that was enough.

"You’ve all let me down too much."

The Sword Master Cold Crow looked dejected, "Since it can’t be done, let’s end it."

He sighed, swinging the final sword, which did not fall on Roger but grazed past his cheek, sending the Sword of Destiny flying from Roger’s hand.

The energy within was exhausted, under such extreme squeezing conditions, the Alder Sword Seal had completely fused, and a new prompt appeared on the bulletin board.

But Roger was no longer aware of any of this, not just energy, his spirit was also drained completely, at this moment, the actions of the Sword Master Cold Crow suddenly stopped, and endless emptiness surged in his heart.

His brain froze instantly, and Roger seemed to have lost the ability to think.

He watched helplessly as the Sword of Destiny was struck out of his hand, drawing a trajectory through the air, and stabbing into the snow.

Everything in front of him intertwined with black and white, it was a pure world.

Life and death, black and white.

It belonged to the [Senluo Hell] of the Sword Master Cold Crow.

Roger stood dazed, watching the Sword Master Cold Crow turn around, on that man’s back, a Black Moon filled the last bit of emptiness around.

At the same time, activated the Senluo Hell.

"Thud!"

Roger fell onto his knees powerlessly, the distant Black Moon gradually expanded, then it overtook his entire world.

"It’s over!"

At this moment, Roger suddenly regained a bit of his thinking ability, a last thought flooded into his mind.

Then his body fell forward, the icy snow covered his face.

The white snow turned black.

The world fell silent.

...

Don’t know how long passed.

"So cold!"

The cold wind raged all over, freezing every cell.

The clothes on his body were as thin as paper, with collars and cuffs allowing the cold wind full access, but soon, this bone-chilling cold converted into an internal restlessness.

But this phenomenon was definitely not a good sign.

Then Roger regained consciousness.

He heard the howling of wind around him, raising his head only to see a vast whiteness, in the cold, his brain seemed to have lost the ability to think, until his body felt stiff, he suddenly came to.

"Where is this place, how did I get here?"

His mind was a blur, he instinctively felt he shouldn’t be here, but couldn’t clarify the clues.

"Wait!"

"Who am I?"

"Right, I am Roger."

Remembering his own name was like flipping a switch, a spark of inspiration exploded in his mind, at the same time a series of memories flashed before his eyes.

"Baytown... Europe... Sunrise... Everworld."

"Right, Hankawa!"

"Wasn’t I fighting with the Sword Master Cold Crow?"

"How did I end up here?"

Roger strained his thoughts, quickly remembering the final black and white scene, his heart skipped recognizing a problem.

"Did I die?"

"Killed by the Sword Master Cold Crow?"

"So what is this now?"

He shakily extended his hand to see a pair of cracked palms, but undoubtedly, this was not his original body.

"Could it be my consciousness was reborn into another body after death?"

Thinking of this, Roger silently mouthed in his heart.

But after several breaths, nothing happened.

"Hunter’s Cabin is malfunctioning?"

Roger’s face changed dramatically.

In this unfamiliar environment, Hunter’s Cabin was his only trump card.

But soon, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, curling his body into a ball, kicking his stiff legs towards the distance.

Just now, he seemed to see a flicker of light in a certain direction ahead.

The urgent matter at hand was to find a warm place, exposed in this environment, and it wouldn’t take long before he was covered by snow, becoming a corpse.

With the situation unclear, Roger didn’t want to freeze to death here.

Walking along, thinking, he broadened his thinking, contemplating other possibilities.

The rules within the Hunter’s Cabin came from the Wizard World.

It was a chaotic era.

Monsters roamed, wars broke out, chaotic life hanging by a thread.

"Could it be this time I arrived in the Wizard World?!"

He quickly recalled information related to the Green Grass Trial, various herbal knowledge, and Alchemy flashed through his mind, this slightly eased Roger’s heart.

If he could find these things, even without Hunter’s Cabin, he might attempt to configure Potions and then regain strength through the Green Grass Trial.

But this was just a possibility, after all, without the influence of Hunter’s Cabin, many rules might not be valid.

The body gradually became numb, the surrounding temperature was too low, and his current body clearly suffered long-term malnutrition with very poor cold resistance.

Continuing forward relied entirely on Roger’s willpower.

After all, within this frail body was the soul of an adult, and past experiences had hardened Roger’s resolve.

Finally, when Roger nearly lost control of his body, he saw a faintly discernible wooden cabin in the endless snowstorm.

"A cabin?!"

Joyfully in his heart, Roger quickened his pace, but because of panic, his stiff body stumbled forward into the snow.

Under these circumstances, with Roger’s current physical state, once collapsed, he might not have the strength to rise again.

Even with hope in immediate sight, he would despairingly freeze to death outside the cabin.

Thud!

The snow in front was too deep, Roger fell, his frail body nearly completely buried by snow.

He struggled to stand up, but his hands wouldn’t obey, both arms flailing helplessly in the snow.

The loose cuffs were filled with white snow, the cold consuming the last bit of body warmth, even the movements of his arms were slowing.

He lifted his head, trying to call out, if someone was inside the cabin, maybe his voice could reach others.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the cold wind filled it, swallowing Roger’s words back down.

"Stand up, I must find a way to stand and then walk into that cabin!"

In this environment, Roger’s brain was unusually calm, he slowly retracted his arms, tightening his waist and abdomen together applying force.

At that moment, he raised his head, catching something in the corner of his eye.

A silhouette seemed to appear at the cabin door not far away, then he saw that figure running awkwardly towards him.

A force pulled him from the snow, he could only stiffly let the other act.

Before Roger could speak.

A slightly reproachful voice reached his ears.

"Shuntsuki, what are you doing outside in such cold weather?"

"If I hadn’t found you by accident, you’d surely freeze to death outside!"

"Shuntsuki?!"

Roger’s eyes widened dramatically.

"Yatagarasu Tsukihiko?"

"What’s going on?"

"How did I become the Sword Master Cold Crow?!"