Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 900 - 681: Brother, That Must Hurt a Lot

Chapter 900: Chapter 681: Brother, That Must Hurt a Lot

The lead-gray sky hung overhead like an inverted bowl, seemingly close enough to touch with just a slight effort. This oppressive sight weighed heavily on the senses.

There was not the faintest breeze in the air, yet an ominous green haze lingered, and even a slight inhalation brought with it a faint discomfort in the nose.

In the same concentration, this gas would be fatal to any ordinary person in the real world.

At this moment, Roger found himself wedged in a rocky crevice. Something had clearly gone wrong during the last moment of teleportation, as his sudden appearance had forcibly shattered a chunk of the rock.

With a thought, he exerted minimal effort to extricate himself from the confines of the crevice.

Having mastered the power of the earth, Roger was unaffected by merely appearing on the surface of a rocky fissure—or even if he were buried deep within the earth itself.

In his mind, the faint glimmer of two Sword Seals pulsed intermittently. They acted as an intangible warning, reminding Roger that he was currently in a perilous environment.

Sonia hadn’t gleaned much useful information from the other woman’s mind; instead, it was filled with excessive and unnecessary noble etiquette. While Roger would have liked her to stay and help...

...when matters pertain to life and death, his relationship with Sonia hadn’t reached the level where they could even entertain such a possibility of collaboration.

BOOM!

Just then, the ground in the distance shook violently. The trees around Roger rustled and trembled as a torrent of chaotic power swept through, accompanied by the sound of fierce impacts and roars.

And then, Roger heard a dragon’s cry of agony.

"Sonia?" His expression shifted slightly, and he bolted toward the source of the sound.

This woman had been helpful in numerous ways, and though their time together had been brief, it was only natural for Roger to feel unwilling to stand by and watch her perish.

As he moved, Roger quickly noticed something unusual.

"Is it the world’s suppression?"

He could feel his movement speed had significantly dropped. However, it didn’t take long for the Sword Seals in his mind to flicker, signaling that his strength had suffered almost no reduction.

"It’s the world’s Energy Level." He promptly deduced the reason.

It was easy to understand—like comparing Earth’s gravity at one times versus ten times its normal pull. If creatures of the same size and mass existed across such differences, their innate strength would naturally vary.

Of course, this was simply a rudimentary analogy; when one delves into the realm of laws and rules, things become far more complex.

Despite this realization, Roger wasn’t overly concerned. This reduction in destructive power applied universally to all beings. If Roger felt weaker, then others would have lost even more.

The closer he approached, the more details he managed to pick up.

The sounds were the snarls and clashes of two giant dragons locked in a struggle.

Judging by the intensity, it was clearly not a mere surge of hormonal aggression.

The air carried the sound of biting teeth and the scraping of razor-like claws.

In addition, there were faint, weaker sounds of smaller scuffles interspersed throughout.

Evidently, this was a chaotic melee.

Upon reaching the edge of the battlefield, Roger’s pace slowed abruptly. He no longer sensed Sonia’s life force nearby.

Cresting a hill, he noticed the slanted and toppled trees along the summit, nearly flattened entirely. Looking down, surrounded by the mountainous terrain of the valley below, lay two dragons—both battered and bloodied.

One was entirely emerald green, its body shrouded in a haze of poisonous miasma; the other was a shadowy blue-gray hue.

Much to Roger’s astonishment, these two creatures, though resembling the typical form of a giant dragon, utterly failed to live up to the "giant" descriptor in terms of size.

Neither Hillrenes from the past nor the heavily-injured Sonia paled in comparison; they were far more colossal than these creatures before him.

In truth, these could only be described as oversized lizards.

"What the hell...?"

Roger had no desire to inadvertently join this erratic battle, but just then, the green dragon that incessantly discharged the poisonous miasma suddenly spoke up.

A sharp and piercing sequence of sound rang through the air.

The mere act of hearing this sound would cause an ordinary person to suffer mental collapse or trigger abrupt fatalities due to brain overload. Naturally, it wasn’t spoken in Armenia’s language or Sunrise’s tongue...

...but rather through an advanced method of communication.

Indeed, the standard approach of human communication is inherently limited, but the green dragon conveyed its meaning directly via spiritual vibrations.

In this manner, almost no misunderstanding occurs; the sole challenge lies in the incredibly high requirements of spiritual power needed for this form of communication.

"It seems that the life forms of this world have certainly advanced considerably in researching spiritual power."

While Roger grasped the underlying principles of this, it was his first exposure to such communication, so naturally, he couldn’t instantly decipher its meaning.

It was akin to a unique kind of encryption; no matter how brilliant one was, it would be impossible to interpret it without guidance.

Nevertheless, with Roger’s level of spiritual power, as long as someone guided him, or if he accumulated enough samples of this communication over time, he could deduce some patterns and eventually achieve normal understanding.

But, just as he was preparing to quietly withdraw, one brief segment of the green dragon’s speech snagged Roger’s attention.

"Chachi..."

"This seems..." Roger quickly recalled a moment during his European journey. As his thoughts churned, the image of the injured blue dragon overlapped with the spectral figure he had seen before departing.

"Could it be him?"

If he were to encounter Chachi here, Roger wouldn’t be particularly surprised—whether the encounter was born of coincidence or fate. Still, the completion of that peculiar ritual undoubtedly involved Chachi’s participation.

Reflecting on this, Roger halted his steps, choosing instead to carefully observe the scene.