Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 921 - 691: Divine King - Part 2

Chapter 921: Chapter 691: Divine King - Part 2

"Heyman has gone mad, not just us, but all ordinary people and Low-Tier Transcendents are caught in this vortex."

"This is no longer a battle of ideologies, nor the so-called suppression. He plans to annihilate everything, to eliminate all rebels."

"My Queen, war has descended!"

"Only your leadership can guide us out of this predicament."

The young man spoke word by word, with a calm voice hiding hysterical anger behind it.

Conflicts among the Transcendents sometimes involve ordinary people, but none have ever aimed at exterminating ordinary people like this.

Giant Dragons, as Guardians, rely on the population and land of the normal world as a kind of support in the unseen.

Many matters involved the Royal Family, but now standing on the wrong side would lead to the destruction of more than just a nation.

At this moment, Jora had completely regained her composure. She lightly flicked her fingers, and a wisp of flame shot out, instantly incinerating the manor not far away.

Although she felt resentful, she could only temporarily abandon her thoughts of revenge in light of the current situation.

She inexplicably recalled the endless days and nights buried under the glacier; though not long, they became her most unforgettable memory.

Just thinking of a certain scene made her shiver uncontrollably.

"Her Majesty the Queen..."

Seeing Jora’s slight tremble, the young man couldn’t help but ask with concern.

In the hearts of all rebels, especially the young rebels, Jora was their idol, the most revered existence.

"Are you hurt?"

"Take me back."

Jora said coldly, but before leaving, she seemed to think of something, "Send someone to investigate nearby..."

"See if there are any large-scale activities recruiting strong men nearby."

"Hmm?"

The young man was quite puzzled by the Queen’s order, but due to his past loyalty, he instinctively complied.

After giving some detailed instructions, a black vortex appeared in the sky, and Jora’s figure disappeared.

The Defensive Barrier was removed, the original manor had been leveled, leaving only a pile of pitch-black particles, starkly contrasted against the white land.

No one noticed what happened here, the night deepened, and after no one knows how long, a mass of darkness suddenly detached from the corner of the wall, then quivered, forming a vague human-shaped shadow.

"Strange, could there really be another way to find this place?"

The shadow appearing here was naturally Roger, but it wasn’t him in the flesh, instead, it was his shadow stepping out from the Shadow Gate.

In fact, Amanda was unclear about the so-called twin relationship. Roger only made simple guesses from Heyman and Jora’s conversations.

He originally thought it was just Heyman’s method to suppress and warn Jora, primarily to amplify damage.

Therefore, in other senses, it should be unlikely that such conduct would synchronize.

At first, when Amanda pounced on him, Roger symbolically struggled a bit.

No one would want to be visited by their partner’s elder sister suddenly at that moment of delight.

Embarrassment was one part of it.

The critical issue was... it didn’t give a good impression.

Despite this concern, Roger did not reject Amanda.

Transcendents are particularly sensitive on certain matters. After all, they’re biological entities, with human instincts and desires only magnified in them.

Amanda wasn’t just affected by the so-called nature; it was more about the lasting oppression from past experiences, leaving too much fear and negative emotions within her that needed to be vented.

In such a situation, nothing compares to a satisfying...

So Roger yielded a bit in half-push-half-pull fashion.

Yet during the entire process, his spirit was on high alert, not knowing if such sensations would include... that aspect of transmission.

Though Heyman seemed cunning, he wasn’t an unhinged maniac. He shouldn’t humiliate his sister this way.

However, as events unfolded, everything seemed to prove Roger’s concerns unnecessary.

From morning till night, Jora’s figure never appeared, which relaxed Roger greatly, and nothing unexpected occurred in the subsequent days either.

Roger was convinced that the sensation could only amplify harm and didn’t include such primal levels of friction.

Honestly, Roger felt somewhat disappointed.

Deep down, he hoped this might provide a chance to interact with Jora.

Times had changed; with the cabin upgraded and with the help of shadows, Roger’s combat capability had soared. Although it couldn’t guarantee a victory against Jora, self-defense was more than enough.

There was no mortal hatred between him and Jora.

Dora’s previous teleportation was a random act to escape Heyman’s grip, causing severe injury to Amanda and potentially leading to death.

But for now, there remains room for compromise between both parties.

More importantly, Roger’s immediate priority was to safely return Amanda’s consciousness back to her original world.

Dora’s body had left Serlon Peak; the soul exchange was a mutually beneficial outcome for both.

As for other grievances, naturally, plans can wait until Amanda is safe.

If possible, at least at this stage, collaboration between both sides isn’t off the table.

Moreover, Roger could perceive Amanda’s recent frenzied entanglement likely had a hint of revenge.

This behavior sounded a bit odd, but Roger admitted he quite liked it.

Days passed without Jora appearing, which almost assured Roger of his thoughts until that day when Sonia’s sudden awakening.

Having learned Sonia’s identity from Roger, the joyful unicorn journey ended, and having stayed in one place for long enough, the trio soon left the manor to continue heading north.

However, though Roger left, he left his shadow behind.

It was originally an unintended move, but surprisingly, Jora appeared near the manor the night after departure.

And during previous conversations, Roger also gleaned much secret information.

"Seems there’s a big move..."

"Two factions, both leaders are Fifth-Tier, once the battle enters a white-hot stage, there won’t be time to focus on other matters. This might create some opportunities for us."

Roger silently calculated.

The only thing he couldn’t comprehend was Jora’s instructions before leaving.

"Recruiting sturdy men, what’s up with that?"

"Is there a profession in Another World that specializes in matchmaking to solve the loneliness of female dragons?"

Failing to understand such behavior, Roger dismissed it. The shadow flickered and vanished.

At the same time, above Sky City.

In the hall, symbolizing the brightness and holiness, built at the highest point of the world, Heyman stood respectfully aside, away from his throne.

"Sir Inspector, the power fluctuations of that woman have appeared..."

A hint of hesitation lingered in Heyman’s eyes.

Jora was his sister, and although they were adversaries, their grievances weren’t yet unresolvable.

Having witnessed the methods of the man before him, another attack left Jora with slim chances of escape.

"Ignore her, that woman is unimportant."

The Inspector’s entire body was shrouded in a black robe, with a pale arm exposed.

"You have done well lately, clearing out those weak and insignificant ones."

"Sir Inspector..." Heyman hesitated briefly before asking.

"I can understand the eradication of those rebels, but the killing of ordinary people is truly meaningless. If it’s merely for Intimidation, what’s been done is already sufficient."

"Some of the Transcendents in the council have already shown resistance..."

"No, it’s far from enough!"

The Inspector interrupted Heyman.

"You don’t understand what the Dragon Court plans to do here, this world has too many Transcendents."

Under the hood’s shadow, sharp eyes seemed to pierce through one’s face.

"You are currently just a giant dragon, living in harmony with those ordinary people, one providing shelter, the other offering faith."

"But are you content to merely be the leader of the giant dragons?"

"If in this world, only dozens of the strongest giant dragons remain, each one of them will become a god in all human beliefs."

"As for you..."

"The title of Divine King, don’t you fancy it?"

"Hiss..."

Heyman took a deep breath, envisaging himself receiving worship from all beings at the Summit of the World, a blazing light erupting in his eyes.

"Can this really be achieved?"

"Hehe, this is what you deserve."