Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 850 - 657: Dragon Slaying

Chapter 850: Chapter 657: Dragon Slaying

Roger anticipated the beginning but failed to foresee the end.

Cutting off Kensumi’s arm to separate the sword from his body was part of Roger’s meticulous plan.

But he never imagined what would follow.

In the consciousness space, transformations occurred in an instant. Upon realizing his consciousness carrier was gone, Sword Master Cold Crow’s expression became solemn.

His brows knitted tightly, a flicker of realization emerged on his face.

"So that’s it."

"It’s the sword in your hand."

"Michihiro Morita tampered with that sword. Without it, you wouldn’t have achieved your goal so easily."

Roger remained silent.

During his time training under Sword Master Cold Crow at Hankawa Peak, the Sword of Destiny had once been handed to Michihiro Morita.

The span was long, yet the modifications applied to the weapon were strikingly minimal.

This didn’t align with Michihiro Morita’s renowned forging abilities. Afterward, Roger closely examined the Sword of Destiny but couldn’t decipher the changes made.

Over time, he noticed transformations in Michihiro Morita himself.

Morita began distancing himself, even exhibiting worship and fanaticism towards Sword Master Cold Crow’s architecture.

Their exchanges grew fewer and fewer, yet Roger kept his doubts buried within.

Lately, amid continuous battles, his coherence with the Sword of Destiny had increased, and the crimson glow traversing its blade had grown ever richer.

There were many things he couldn’t fully control. In such circumstances, all he could do was act and surrender to fate.

Fortunately, he discovered Sword Master Cold Crow’s one and only weakness in this almost irreversible situation.

Even without the Sword of Destiny’s enhancement, severing the arm would undoubtedly disrupt the connection between Sword Master Cold Crow and Kensumi’s body.

And this was Roger’s opportunity.

However, at this moment, the unforeseen changes on the Sword of Destiny displayed miraculous effects, nearly cutting off Sword Master Cold Crow’s consciousness from returning entirely.

Without hesitation, with the support of Hunter’s Cabin, Roger’s will surged like a flood.

With nowhere left to retreat, Sword Master Cold Crow felt crisis and pressure for the first time.

"You’ve won, but I haven’t lost."

Sword Master Cold Crow responded coldly. Despite having no room left to retreat, Roger remained completely vigilant.

After speaking these words, a burst of sword light scattered; Sword Master Cold Crow condensed his consciousness into one form, transforming himself into a sword—the final counterattack seemed imminent.

The sword light surged, almost tearing apart the entire space.

The phantom of Kaer Morhen trembled, and at that moment, it seemed as if everyone’s energy converged on Roger.

Quinn Sword Seal and Alder Sword Seal overlapped.

Roger’s hands crossed.

Defense and attack created a flawless balance.

Almost instinctively, Roger followed his inner instincts, advancing toward Sword Master Cold Crow’s blazing sword light.

Crackle!

The consciousness space, under the clash of the two forces, was torn open, Roger’s body wavered but recovered quickly.

On the other hand, Sword Master Cold Crow’s avatar, the Black Sword, bore visible cracks.

"Crack, crack!"

The fissures spread until the entire sword shattered with a resounding boom.

Amid the scattered fragments, a sigh from Sword Master Cold Crow echoed.

Roger instantly grasped Sword Master Cold Crow’s intentions. The energy surged, but ultimately only a fragment of the sword hilt remained, while the rest of the shards fled swiftly through the cracks in the consciousness space.

"Such resolve!" Roger couldn’t help but admire.

The pitch-black hilt floated in the void, yet no disappointment lingered on Roger’s face. He fractured his own consciousness, leaving a part of it permanently behind.

For Sword Master Cold Crow, what he lost was far more than just a fragment of power.

With a flicker of thought, Roger’s consciousness suddenly dispersed, and in the next instant, he abruptly opened his eyes.

The snow spread thick, and he felt cold bite at the tip of his fingers.

It was blood.

Then, he saw the silhouette pierced by the Sword of Destiny.

"Kensumi..."

Roger’s expression froze.

"Kensumi is already dead."

Yuuki Nao’s voice came from nearby, and Roger scanned his surroundings, quickly piecing together the sequence of events.

"Kensumi asked me to tell you: his debt to you has been repaid."

Roger’s face turned impassive.

Moments ago, he had already inflicted irreparable damage to Sword Master Cold Crow’s consciousness. Even if Sword Master Cold Crow managed to return to Kensumi’s body, Roger was no longer afraid.

What he didn’t expect was that Kensumi had chosen to take his own life!

"He doesn’t seek your forgiveness; he only hopes to leave without owing anyone!"

Yuuki Nao wept like flowers in the rain.

Tears surged from her silvery white eyes, transforming into two trailing ice crystals.

At that moment, the Black Moon, lying on the ground, twitched abruptly, breaking free from Kensumi’s severed hand. In an instant, it appeared on Yatagarasu Akiryu’s corpse.

Whoosh!

The Sword Tip pierced through Yatagarasu Akiryu’s remains, energy rippling, and a slim silhouette materialized out of nowhere.

Sword Master Cold Crow.

Roger’s face showed no panic. Slowly, he drew the Sword of Destiny from his grasp. Before he could lower Kensumi’s body, Yuuki Nao appeared beside him.

"Leave it to me."

"He was my husband, the father of my child..."

Roger’s eyes revealed a mix of emotions. He understood Kensumi’s past actions but could not condone them.

But now, Kensumi had redeemed himself through his actions.

The swirling Ice Butterflies lifted Kensumi’s body as Yuuki Nao wiped away her tears.

"If you need..." Roger began to speak, but before he could finish, Yuuki Nao shook her head from afar.