Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 855 - 659: Tell me, which sword of mine do you like? _2

Chapter 855: Chapter 659: Tell me, which sword of mine do you like? _2

Unlike the Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger’s strength was not suppressed by Hillrenes. With the weapon in his hand, at least he wasn’t as passive as the Sword Master Cold Crow.

Even though he was still no match for Hillrenes, he could at least put up resistance.

At this moment, the surrounding space rippled, and then he heard the voice of Hillrenes.

"If it weren’t for these injuries, I could have easily defeated you. That crow chose self-destruction rather than completing me."

"Utterly foolish. Under my will, he could have lived forever. He was too naïve... to think he could defeat me with just a single weapon."

Hillrenes sneered coldly.

But Roger caught a different meaning in her words.

"Only a Fifth Tier can defeat a Fifth Tier. Because that is strength on an entirely different level. Now, let me show you a whole new world!"

The rules twisted. Amidst the spinning heavens and earth, Roger quickly noticed many peculiar things.

The spiritual power within him dissipated inexplicably, and the power of Pale Blood calmed down.

It seemed that, in an instant, the rules of the original world had been distorted.

Suddenly, he gained an epiphany in his heart.

Within the world’s rules, power has its limits. The world is like a lake, with the Transcendents residing within it.

Even if one swallows the entire world, their capacity cannot exceed the size of the lake. This was merely a metaphor, but in truth, to maintain the world’s balance—

A Transcendent, no matter how powerful, could never devour all living beings and leave only themselves.

Under such limits, to obtain additional power, one must forge an alternative path.

For instance, by expanding and tapping into power from other worlds.

At this thought, Roger felt a tremor in his spirit and his breathing instantly quickened.

He considered a possibility.

Standing within a lake, once they reached the limits of their power, the Transcendent extended tendrils into other spaces.

One, two, or even countless worlds.

Outside the lake, powerful Transcendents stored additional power, and countless, intricate connections linked them to those powers.

Through this, they could surpass limits and wield powers far beyond imagination within the confines of the lake.

What unsettled Roger, however, was the thought: Was he the one who escaped, or was he, unknowingly, providing unknown power to a Transcendent still within the lake?

"Where is he?"

"In the Wizard World?"

"Does Kaer Morhen truly exist?"

"The vivid figures in those memories—White Wolf... Yennefer... Triss..."

"Who am I?"

"Am I one of them?"

Roger realized he had unknowingly come closer to the truth of this world.

"In my world, you are nothing!"

"Without power, how can the weapon in your hand harm me?"

Hillrenes sneered coldly.

Roger took a deep breath and quickly regained his composure.

Thinking of something, a grin suddenly spread across his face.

"Ms. Hillrenes, you might not fully understand my identity. As I mentioned earlier, I have no connection to that man. I am merely a Demon Hunter who ended up here by chance."

"Demon Hunter?" Hillrenes sized up Roger. Clearly, that term was entirely unfamiliar to her memory.

It was understandable. Before she was injured, she had been a powerful Fifth Tier being. To her, Demon Hunters were just cannon fodder struggling at the bottom rung of the Western World.

In her memories, if it wasn’t a dragon, then it at least should have been a legendary being like Atlas.

"A Demon Hunter? And what is that?"

There was no derision, only faint indifference.

Breathing steadily and feeling the absence of power within him, Roger showed no signs of panic. On the contrary, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Yes, telling you my identity was merely to remind you."

"Demon Hunters carry two swords."

Gripping the weapon tightly, he raised his head.

"What I wish to tell you is this: Either of my weapons can bring you down!"

As soon as he finished, he launched an attack!

Hillrenes showed no concern toward Roger’s provocation. In her world, resistance from any being beneath the Fifth Tier was meaningless.

For some so-called powers simply did not exist here. Unless one were at the same level as she was, otherwise...

But in the next moment, Hillrenes’ arrogance froze on her face as she noticed a faint outline forming behind the self-declared Demon Hunter.

Undulating mountain ranges, a faintly visible castle, and behind it all, something obscured by Mist that she could not see through.

Accompanying these scenes appeared a power she could not understand.

It was two resplendent seals!

"In my world, such things shouldn’t exist... Wait, no!"

"You are... a Fifth Tier as well?!"

Hillrenes’ expression could only be described as panic-stricken.

Facing beings beneath the Fifth Tier, she could very well call herself a god. But if someone stood on equal footing...

"The Hunter’s Cabin!"

The Hunter’s Cabin was the true source of Roger’s strength. The so-called Pale Blood and spiritual power were merely natural byproducts of his ascent, borrowed from the Hunter’s Cabin.

At this moment, Roger’s core strength lay in the two marks imbued within the Hunter’s Cabin.

The Quinn Sword Seal and the Alder Sword Seal.

Even if all other powers were stripped away, his core strength remained unaffected.

The phantom behind him dissolved. Power surged into his body and then transferred into the Black Moon.

Darkness enveloped the entire space in an instant, and Roger appeared directly in front of Hillrenes.

"This is my first strike for you!"

Hillrenes had no idea why Roger phrased it that way, but she immediately paid the price for her previous arrogance.

An excruciating pain coursed through her, making her feel as though her body was being torn apart.

In reality, the pain came from the collapse of the surrounding space.

She had been too careless.

For Fifth Tier Transcendents, their miniature worlds were their cores. Hillrenes had never anticipated that within her own world, Roger would still possess such fearsome power, enough to injure her through the Black Moon!

Her body was almost pierced through, forcing her to eject Roger from her world. Her panic stemmed partly from the unknowns of Roger and partly from the lingering trauma she carried.

"I will find you."

"I swear I will!"

The miniature world sealed shut again, as Hillrenes, her face pale, spoke.

Roger, however, wore a smile. What an amusing cycle this was: in a standard clash, the Sword Master Cold Crow entirely restrained him, while Hillrenes utterly crushed the Sword Master Cold Crow.

Yet at this moment, he could wound Hillrenes with his own power and the help of the Black Moon.

Gazing at Hillrenes’ delicate visage, their gazes intertwined. Roger sheathed the Black Moon.

"Next time, it will be my other sword that deals with you!"

"And it’s even stronger!"

Roger assured confidently.

Hillrenes’ face turned dark. "Hmph, I will shatter your sword—and you along with it!"

"Snap!"

The space snapped shut, and Hillrenes’ figure vanished from view. Coming to his senses, Roger found himself once again at the summit of Hankawa.

The entire Hankawa was a desolate mess. An avalanche had swept across the summit, engulfing all the structures atop Hankawa. Roger’s attention soon fell upon a few figures emerging at the mountaintop.

After thinking, he steadied himself and descended slowly.

But just as he was about to land, his expression changed suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Cracks spread densely across his body’s surface, and bright red blood splattered outward.

"Boom!"

Stepping onto solid ground, Roger took a deep breath, desperately trying to borrow the earth’s strength to mend his injuries. But unfortunately, no matter how much energy surged in, the wounds on his body showed no sign of recovery.

He had seemed strikingly fierce, as though wounding Hillrenes had been as simple as lifting a finger.

But in truth, it was Hillrenes’ caution that saved Roger’s life. The true cause of her injury had been the Sword Master Cold Crow.

What Roger had accomplished was merely making her cautious.

"Break my sword?"

Roger tightened his grasp on his weapon, his heart filled with unease.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps echoed nearby. Pressing down on his emotions, he turned to see the approaching figures.

"Ro...ger, your injuries..."

Beyond Yukiko’s concerned face, Roger also spotted Michihiro Morita and the long-absent Aoki Kazuo.