Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 889 - 675: Meeting Again_2

Chapter 889: Chapter 675: Meeting Again_2

Moreover, in the textures of the eye-shaped imprint, Salam could feel an unusual power surging.

"Indeed, it’s possible!"

A faint smile spread across his face, "Once I adapt and completely master this power..."

A beautiful face flashed through his mind, "Over the last eighty years, no woman has been able to resist me."

"Once I drain your strength dry, I’ll make you spend eighty years repenting for insulting me!"

With a swift leap, Salam quickly left the region surrounded by volcanic haze.

In the depths of the rainforest, the trees were dense, and the terrain complex.

Mountains, rivers, and marshes were nestled within, rendering much of human civilization’s technology useless. Apart from the sun in the sky, no matter which direction you looked, the environment seemed unchanged.

Compared to bustling metropolises, this secluded place was practically another world.

In this world, the rainforests’ outer regions were akin to the distant sunrise across the ocean, while the more core areas, though appearing small, concealed far greater mysteries.

Many areas resembled the Cursed World, with spaces akin to Different Spaces—two people stepping into the same forest might end up in entirely different regions.

Even the local Transcendent Forces of South America couldn’t determine the full size of the rainforest, and measuring it was out of the question.

Before long, Salam approached a canyon. His figure suddenly plummeted, both hands outstretched, causing the towering trees around him to eerily tilt sideways, revealing a sprawling set of buildings below.

As Salam approached, a silhouette darted up from below, heading directly toward him.

"Lord Salam..."

"How are the preparations?"

"Everything is proceeding as planned. The individuals required for the live ritual sacrifice have been prepared by the Shamans following the necessary procedures. They’ve all consumed the potions and have begun the second stage."

The speaker was a muscular man with a brutish face. His upper body was bare, his scalp shaved clean except for a fist-sized tuft of hair left at the crown.

A bone necklace hung from his neck, crafted from human tailbones extracted while alive, soaked in special elixirs to imprison the souls of the deceased, forming a potent artifact.

The man had a robust physique, with copper-toned skin tattooed in cyan patterns. As he spoke, the tattoos on his body flickered in and out of view.

Salam nodded and gazed into the distance. There, many brown stone platforms were laid out. On the platforms lay nude bodies, surrounded by people who were using small, glowing green knives to carve intricate designs on the flesh, as if creating works of art.

"Lord Salam, there’s one more thing..."

The burly man lowered his head and spoke, "Not long ago, someone reported seeing a sightseeing helicopter near the canyon outskirts."

"Judging by the markings on the helicopter, it’s most likely affiliated with a nearby travel company. But it’s baffling why it would venture so deep into the jungle."

"The helicopter has been circling the perimeter and shouldn’t have discovered this place, so I instructed my men not to act rashly."

"This matter feels unusual. Tourist groups from nearby cities mostly stick to the edge of the jungle and rarely venture deeper. Given this, the presence of the helicopter near this area doesn’t seem like a mere coincidence."

"Could it be the Spirit Map Association...?"

"A single helicopter?"

Salam sneered, "Send someone to shoot it down. Clean up the debris. Don’t bother me with trivial matters like this."

"Yes, Lord Salam," the muscular man responded.

He stepped slightly to one side and signaled someone behind him.

Typically, such minor incidents wouldn’t reach Salam’s ears. However, considering the critical timing, even the smallest anomaly warranted attention.

Furthermore, Salam’s presence here carried substantial risks. Acting covertly, he had concealed his movements from many, as discovery would lead to a cascade of trouble.

The two discussed various matters, but before long, someone hurriedly approached.

"L-Lord!"

"The team sent to execute the task... failed!"

"It turns out the pilot wasn’t an ordinary person but a powerful Transcendent!"

As soon as the words left the newcomer’s lips, distant air tremors ensued. Salam jerked his head upward; he could sense someone approaching at an astonishing speed.

"I want to see who uncovered my secret!" Salam snarled with a sinister grin, faces flashing through his mind.

By now, the surrounding tremors intensified. In the next moment, the outer barrier shattered, and a silhouette emerged in the sky.

Sunlight struck the figure in the air, casting its shadow downward. All gazed upward to behold strength cloaked in darkness.

"Why did you attack me?"

"I believe I mentioned that I’m merely passing through and don’t want any trouble."

Roger furrowed his brows, scanning the group below. Judging by the scene, this seemed to be a secluded hideout. The distant screams reminded Roger of odd rituals.

It was still early. After landing his helicopter in the jungle, Roger flew deeper, following several clues that pointed to nearby areas.

The complex terrain of the rainforest thwarted attempts to pinpoint his destination, and just as Roger was about to use the Eye of Truth directly...

The helicopter suffered an unexpected attack.

Escaping from the explosion, Roger captured the Transcendent who had assaulted him and, following clues, traced his way to this secretive spot.

"Kill him!"

Salam gestured without expression.

Anyone discovering his secret... must die.

The burly man nodded. The tattoos on his body activated with energy, and he roared. A sound of howling came from the void as clusters of light converged into a menacing wolf’s head.

This was the power of the totem.

Totems derived from ancestral worship; at their core, they were another form of Bloodline Power.

In the span of seconds, the cyan wolf’s phantom ballooned to over ten meters in size.

Roger studied it closely; this power resembled a Guardian Spirit but was fundamentally different.

At his current level, Roger quickly discerned the strengths and weaknesses of those below him. Without hesitation, Roger descended from the sky and struck the cyan wolf’s phantom with his palm.

No deafening roar or eruption of power accompanied the strike. A seemingly casual attack yielded devastating damage.

The cyan wolf’s phantom instantly dissipated, and the burly man’s face turned blood-red. His towering frame staggered, then detonated violently!

Everything unfolded so quickly that Salam’s sneer froze on his face.

And now, the terrifying man was standing merely a meter away from him.

Salam could clearly see the smile on his opponent’s face, along with a row of sharp, white teeth. "A Fourth Tier?"

The tone was indifferent, as if spotting a random animal in the field.

"Look, a cow."

No signs of exaggerated reaction.

Yet terror surged straight to the mind!

"This guy..."

*Snap!*

A light noise sounded as a hand landed on his shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

A tremendous wave of fear erupted from Salam’s heart. Without hesitation, he activated the power hidden deep in his mind.

Clenching his fists, he roared, "Die!"

Yet after one breath, nothing happened.

Roger raised an eyebrow, confused. "What sort of trick is this?"

He casually waved his hand, striking Salam in the chest.

The crisp sound of bones fracturing echoed, and Salam spat blood, launched dozens of meters away, overwhelmed by unbearable pain. Yet it failed to dull the burning questions in his mind.

He couldn’t comprehend why the power promised by the mighty being had failed to manifest.

"Was I deceived?"

As he lost consciousness, that was Salam’s last thought.

"Baffling."

Roger judged that the previous strike was enough to finish Salam off. His gaze scanned the entire region. Apart from the blood-soaked scenes, nothing seemed extraordinary.

This was easy to understand. In the rainforest, many tribes worshiped blood sacrifices. Roger had no interest in meddling in others’ affairs. His body rose skyward, and the Eye of Truth surfaced. Moments later, Roger left in disappointment.

From sunrise to sunset, and until the moon hung high, Roger felt like he’d been chasing shadows all day.

"Just one last region." He glanced at the distant mountains, a trace of urgency flashing in his eye.

Aerial descent brought him to signs of tribal activity. Avoiding the ordinary settlements, Roger’s movements halted near a mountain’s summit.

Bathed in moonlight, a slender figure was busy at work.

Initially, Roger wasn’t paying attention. But as the moonlight illuminated the figure’s face, his expression shifted. He silently appeared behind her.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. Amid his urgency, Roger found his mood inexplicably relaxed.

"What are you doing?"

"Burying bodies?"

Long ago, he had unexpectedly encountered Anna in similar moonlit circumstances.

What an intriguing reunion.