Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 920 - 691: Divine King

Chapter 920: Chapter 691: Divine King

A snowstorm had passed, stretching from the countryside path beneath her feet all the way to the city walls in the distance, blanketing the world in white.

The weather was frigid, and most people no longer ventured outside. When night fell, the whole world turned silent. Even animals hid away.

Only an occasional bird darted past, shaking snow loose from the trees with a gentle rustle.

Cold moonlight spilled across the land, and in the stillness of the fields, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

It was a beautiful woman, but her eyes were fixed intensely on a distant manor.

She exhaled, and the snow around her melted rapidly. Composing herself, she suppressed the fury on her face and shot forward, covering hundreds of meters in an instant.

"Finally, I’ve found you!"

The woman arriving at the gates of the manor was none other than Jora, having traveled from afar.

Though her power had yet to fully recover, Jora could no longer contain her impatience. She unleashed the flames burning within her chest, striving to mend her injuries.

While still a far cry from her peak, she believed that unless it was that peculiar man in the black robe, even Heyman would be no match for her.

As for that strange Fourth Tier one, in Jora’s mind, he was already dead.

The only question left was how he would die, and what torments she would inflict upon the man before death came for him.

She already had her plan.

"The suffering you inflicted on Dora—I will make you repay it a hundredfold!"

Jora thought viciously.

Thanks to the Creator’s ingenuity, some forms of agony could be inflicted on men as well. In some ways, they suffered worse—more terror, more despair.

"Heh, one after another, never-ending..."

The world was utterly still. Jora restrained her energy, slowly spreading her palms. A shallow wound split open at the center of her forehead, and a drop of blood fell to the ground.

In an instant, the blood bloomed like a flower, spreading outward to engulf the entire manor. Jora took a step forward, her entire body enshrouded by a barrier of flames.

After completing all of this, she charged boldly toward the depths of the manor.

Yet before long, Jora reappeared where she had started, her face clouded with confusion.

"How is no one here?"

Jora trusted her senses—they couldn’t possibly be wrong. After her injuries had healed, she’d even used certain methods to close the distance.

But now, the state of the manor’s facilities told her that the place had already been abandoned. Judging by the traces left behind, it seemed it had been days since the men stopped their atrocities.

"How can this be?" Jora seethed with rage. She was tempted to unleash her power and raze every structure around her to the ground.

Soon, however, her gaze fell on a small bird perched on the tip of a branch.

With a casual flick of her hand, she sent out a beam of light, striking the bird’s body in an instant. A flash of crimson erupted, and the bird became engulfed in flames. Moments later, amid roaring flames, the once-ordinary creature stretched its wings, having transformed into a Transcendent Being.

"Speak!"

"Caw! Caw!"

The bird let out two soft cries, adjusting quickly to its new body. Tilting its head, it observed Jora, then flapped its wings, squawking loudly.

"It’s you, it was you all along!"

"You’re the loudest one here, aren’t you?"

"Caw, caw, scared the hell out of me! So noisy—how can anyone rest in peace?"

"Screeching, screeching... ah ah AH!"

*Smack!*

Jora’s face turned grim as she withdrew her hand. The newly evolved Transcendent bird on the branch was crushed into oblivion.

From now on, no sound would ever disturb it again.

Even still, Jora managed to glean one piece of information. She lifted her head, her gaze piercing through the night sky to the distant north.

"You won’t escape. Not next time—if there is a next time..."

Before her words could fully resound, a vortex more than ten meters in diameter suddenly appeared in the night sky. Its center caved inward, and when it vanished, a figure emerged under the cover of night, stopping within fifty meters of Jora.

"Oh great Crimson Queen, at long last, I’ve found you!"

The speaker was a handsome young man, but from his back grew wings resembling those of a bird. Yet within the energy flowing across his body, faint Dragon Scales shimmered on his skin.

The young man gazed at Jora with reverence, dropping to one knee in an old-fashioned courtly bow.

"Ever since the battle at Sky City, we completely lost track of you. Thank the heavens you are truly alive."

Steadying herself, Jora shook off her hatred for Roger. Previously gravely wounded, she had used every possible means to evade pursuit.

In order to avoid detection by that peculiar man in the black robe, she hadn’t dared contact the outside world, even as she recovered from her injuries.

It was only in her recent journey, while releasing spells in the area, that her loyal Transcendent followers managed to locate her.

"The Sky City battle... What of the others?"

The young man lowered his head. "Most were slain on the spot. Some were captured. A few managed to escape."

"But among those who escaped, there were traitors. Our location was exposed..."

He drew in a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his heart.

"Fortunately, we scattered into smaller groups, hiding deep within mountains and in the harshest environments. Even so, some comrades were ambushed."

"Not only were they killed, but even the nations they vowed to protect were brutally massacred."

The young man trembled. Slowly, he raised his head. "Her Majesty the Queen, we need you!"