Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 869 - 666: Please Stay Away from Me, Thank You

Chapter 869: Chapter 666: Please Stay Away from Me, Thank You

As she spoke, Viola had already stepped forward, swinging her arm with a surge of immense power erupting from her frail body.

The air compressed violently, smashing toward the figure like a cannonball.

Bang!

Half of the man’s body was effortlessly torn apart by the overwhelming force. There was no blood; his body was like a piece of shredded cloth, emitting a harsh ripping sound.

He was then flung back, crashing into a large tree not far away.

The second collision ravaged the man’s body even more brutally, yet he seemed impervious to the pain, making no sound, his form resembling a mangled lump of flesh, almost indistinguishable from his original appearance.

Viola clearly hadn’t anticipated her casual attack to inflict such horrifying damage. Before she could advance to inspect, the man’s body ruptured again, disintegrating into irregular chunks before dissolving into the air.

"Spiritual Body?" Viola frowned deeply.

Amanda’s face flashed with a hint of doubt as she glanced at Roger surreptitiously, her voice transmitting softly.

"That man just now seemed familiar; I feel like I’ve seen his information in the association... But that’s impossible. How could he appear here?"

"Damn it! You hit him too hard."

Muska muttered discontentedly, surveying their surroundings, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Can anyone tell me where this place is?" He stepped forward, grabbing Marco by the neck. His grip tightened, subduing the hapless young man.

"Cough... Master Muska, I... I don’t know where we are either!"

"Please believe me, everything I’ve said is true!"

"Pathetic clown!" Muska sneered harshly.

"Forget it, he might still be useful!"

Viola suddenly intervened.

"Shut up! I didn’t ask for your opinion!"

"I respect your status and strength, but that doesn’t give you the right to decide for everyone. I do what I want."

Muska smirked coldly, "Besides, your power earlier seemed a bit excessive. From the very beginning, you’ve been protecting this boy."

"Heh-heh, what is he to you?"

"Your lover?"

"Or your son?"

With a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, Muska’s gaze swept over the two. "Or perhaps both?"

The glow in his eyes was as provocative as his words, dripping with mockery.

"You better watch your tongue!"

Viola’s anger surged, her eyes radiating a dangerous light.

"Have him back!" Muska sneered as he tossed Marco away, but Viola responded with a casual wave of her hand.

Marco’s trajectory diverted mid-air, curving sharply before crashing through a row of trees nearby, then plummeting deep into the forest.

"Tsk tsk, you’re truly ruthless."

Muska shrugged, "Looks like our temporary team has broken apart. We’ll fend for ourselves now!"

He shot Manu a glance. "Let’s go!"

With that, they departed cautiously, their selected direction revealing a towering mountain in the distance, its summit adorned with an elusive structure.

Roger said nothing, merely squeezing Amanda’s hand gently as the two walked away side by side.

Though the group formed a loose alliance, there was no communication between them, let alone trust.

Rather than stay together mired in suspicion, separating was a better option.

The surroundings had no distinct landmarks, only the distant mountain standing out. Thus, despite choosing different paths, everyone would likely end up in the same place.

Soon, the area was left with only Viola.

"Still alive?" Viola asked coldly.

From the distant woods, heavy panting accompanied by the sound of coughing blood emerged.

"Lady Viola."

Marco gasped desperately.

Viola did not correct his use of address but instead questioned icily, "Do you know where this place is?"

"I... I’m here for the first time as well. Please believe me..."

"Speak what you know. I don’t care for nonsense!" Viola interrupted Marco bluntly.

"Yes, ma’am. Let me think." Marco furrowed his brow in thought, "During those final times, my father rarely mentioned anything about this place. Only occasionally, occasionally when he was muttering to himself, I’d catch bits of information."

"He seemed to mention the Sanctuary." Marco sounded uncertain.

"The Sanctuary? The Dragon’s Sanctuary?"

Viola’s face flickered with doubt, but quickly transformed into excitement.

"Yes, it must be that place, the one in the legends that offers a second awakening for the Dragonborn, and then..."

Cutting herself off abruptly, Viola exhaled a mist from her hands, enveloping Marco. "Follow me, and on the way, I want to hear everything you know about the Sanctuary!"

Marco was but a weakling with limited abilities, yet at that moment, Viola found herself profoundly grateful for her earlier decision.

Meanwhile, on another path, Muska and Manu—who had left first—advanced swiftly, unhindered by dangers in the forest. Before long, they covered considerable ground.

As they drew closer, the distant scenery grew clearer.

The mountain range stretched endlessly, resembling a giant dragon sprawled across the Earth, while the structure at its peak jutted upward like a dragon’s lone horn.

"This place..."

Muska’s eyes showed a trace of contemplation. "Feels strangely familiar."

Just then, near a large rock not far ahead, an eerie silhouette suddenly appeared. Muska squinted and froze slightly at the sight.