Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 853 - 658: Whoever Wants to Be a Dragon Knight, Please Raise Your Hand_2

Chapter 853: Chapter 658: Whoever Wants to Be a Dragon Knight, Please Raise Your Hand_2

"He is both the whip urging me to enhance my power and the scythe that harvests the fruits. From that moment, I realized that to defeat you, to hurt you, relying solely on my own strength is far from enough!"

"I need the power of other worlds!"

The Silver Dragon was about to say something, but at that moment, the wound on her forehead suddenly expanded, and chaotic energy began surging from within.

Roger detected waves that entirely did not belong to this world.

"The struggles of an ant—how many times can you still unleash the same attack?"

"This is the only attack with which I can harm you, but it’s enough!"

The Sword Master Cold Crow chuckled carefreely. At the same time, the white figure gradually dissipated.

"Explode!"

With a cold shout, the wound on the Silver Dragon’s forehead expanded, and then her enormous dragon head exploded thunderously!

"I know I can’t kill you, but I also know how to wound you so gravely that you’ll never recover!"

"You deprived me of my freedom; I can deprive you of yours!"

"The Everworld is like a cage—you’ve grown accustomed to the loneliness within it through endless ages!"

"Despair, Hillrenes!"

Deep beneath the ground, Roger felt everything transpiring in the sky while trying to deduce the actions of Sword Master Cold Crow in his mind.

Clearly, he had speculated about some of the Silver Dragon’s motives and understood the formidable opponent he was about to face.

The odds of slaying the dragon and escaping its bindings were slim, but it was the only hope—and no matter how faint, it couldn’t be extinguished.

Even knowing full well the outcome, Sword Master Cold Crow still marched forth without hesitation.

Twenty years ago, he had fought successive battles against Higurashi Gushan and the Tengu Divine Master; he was far less powerful back then than he was now.

The grudge and conflict between him and the Tengu Divine Master were intricate. Roger didn’t want to delve into them, but it seemed that it was from that time onward that Sword Master Cold Crow began accumulating power.

He discovered something beneath Hankawa resembling a fragment of the Shadow World. But at his current level, he was unable to fully harness the energy within it.

So he settled for converting and guiding it instead.

Like a fuse and gunpowder.

But if his strength sufficed to rival the Silver Dragon, then what followed wouldn’t occur. And if Silver Dragon consumed the Black Moon, it would trigger the dimensional energy he had hidden beneath Hankawa.

This would then serve as the coordinate to unleash the final counterattack.

As for the result, he likely foresaw it long ago. But before delivering that ultimate strike, he needed to constantly remind himself that it would succeed.

Roger also speculated that his own appearance might have been an unexpected variable. This opened a new possibility for Sword Master Cold Crow.

Transferring his consciousness into a new body and unleashing it during the final duel, channeling all his power through the Black Moon into the Silver Dragon’s dragon body and culminating in the last counterblow.

If fortunate, he might even use the new body to escape.

Even if it meant losing all his power, it wouldn’t be completely unacceptable for Sword Master Cold Crow. Of course, this involved many uncertainties.

But to a gambler ready to stake everything, no chance would be left untaken.

Roger’s sudden eruption, however, completely disrupted Sword Master Cold Crow’s plans. Coupled with the Silver Dragon’s abrupt arrival, it pushed him into a dead end.

The dragon head blasted apart; at this point, it was no longer pure energy. Blood rained down, and dragon scales smeared across the entire space.

"Is this the only way to harm the Fifth-Tier creature’s true body?"

Roger muttered, yet despite such horrific wounds, the injuries to the dragon’s head began healing rapidly after just a few breaths. The surrounding space trembled.

Evidently, immortality did not mean invulnerability; perhaps their so-called immortality came at a certain cost.

The Silver Dragon’s injuries healed completely soon after, but the gaping hole on her forehead showed no sign of mending.

A pair of slender arms stretched out from the gap, followed by a beautiful face framed by silver hair.

Exquisite and flawless.

Objectively speaking, this was the most perfect woman Roger had ever seen.

True perfection—both her appearance and her figure were unparalleled. Even unclothed, she wouldn’t inspire any impure thoughts.

Roger’s gaze lingered over every inch of her skin, the extreme beauty and power etched deeply into his mind.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, Roger finally understood why many men pursued becoming Dragon Knights so relentlessly.

Who wouldn’t want to ride such a dragon?

Still, he knew it was time for him to leave. Even though the Silver Dragon was gravely injured, it was unlikely there’d be a chance for him to profit from her misery.

For power beyond the Fifth Tier, he had no grasp whatsoever. It wasn’t merely an accumulation of strength; it required transcending certain boundaries to level with the opponent.

Such battles above this tier might not rely on technique or brute force anymore.

"Damn it!"

"You ant—you disgusting bug!"

Behind the woman, tendrils of light connected her to the Silver Dragon. But shortly after, the massive dragon form shuddered; the entire Silver Dragon transformed into streams of light and vanished, leaving behind a set of shimmering silver armor on the woman’s body!

"How dare you... Why is there a fragment of the Abyss here? Wait—there’s also demonic energy mixed in. And how does he know my name?!"

The woman let out a roar of rage, but her aura surged; bloodshot veins flickered in her eyes.

It was clear that, despite her seemingly composed demeanor, the Sword Master Cold Crow’s ultimate blow had indeed taken its toll on her body.

Perhaps, as he claimed, this woman would never have the chance to recover from her injuries.

Roger couldn’t help but wonder: was the Tengu Divine Master’s transformation of the Everworld part of Sword Master Cold Crow’s plan too?

Blackness invaded, turning Everworld into Eternal Darkness—could this impact the Silver Dragon’s restoration?

He had waited for years, all to seize the right moment.

Truly chilling to contemplate.

Even now, many of Sword Master Cold Crow’s schemes remained unfathomable to Roger. Gazing at the raging Silver Dragon in the sky, Roger activated the Shadow’s Touch ability, preparing to leave.

But just at that moment, an energy surged abruptly beside him, triggering a chain reaction.

From point to line, line to plane, and then expanding across the entire space.

Hiss!

A dreadful force of pull resonated from the void; countless energies converged, winds and clouds roiling.

Even Roger, deep underground, was thoroughly affected as the earth split apart, ejecting him from the soil.

And then, he saw the source of it all.

The Sword of Destiny.

Except now, the Sword of Destiny looked utterly transformed, flooded by overwhelming energy—the energy that once belonged to Sword Master Cold Crow.

Just moments ago, the Silver Dragon devoured the Sword Master Cold Crow’s avatar, the Black Moon. But this became the catalyst for Sword Master Cold Crow’s final strike.

Exploding the dragon’s head—naturally, Hillrenes was incapable of reabsorbing that fragment of energy. But what shocked Roger was...

Why was this energy converging upon the Sword of Destiny in his hand?

Consciousness!

It was Sword Master Cold Crow’s consciousness.

While escaping Roger’s consciousness space, lacking a vessel to contain it, Sword Master Cold Crow had no choice but to shatter his own consciousness, paying a steep price to flee through the cracks.

Not long ago, Sword Master Cold Crow had sacrificed himself for the final blow, exhausting everything to grievously wound the Silver Dragon and trap her forever in the Everworld.

Now, sensing the trace of consciousness lingering in Roger, this energy instinctively fused toward him, thereby triggering the earlier anomaly.

Staring at the transformed Sword of Destiny, Roger raised his head and noticed the stunned expression of Hillrenes.

"You’re not dead yet?!"

Hillrenes seethed with rage.

Roger opened his mouth, "I’m not who you think I am—I was just passing by."

Hillrenes: "How do you know who I’m talking about?"

Roger blinked a few times. At that moment, he suddenly felt the urge to curse.

That old bastard—did he outwit me after all?

Although I too dream of being a Dragon Knight, now is not the time...

Time to flee, time to flee.

Roger had no intention of fighting.

But unfortunately, some things didn’t shift according to his will, as at that moment, the furious Hillrenes had already descended upon Roger with devastating force!