Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 933 - 697: It’s Me, Still Me_2

Chapter 933: Chapter 697: It’s Me, Still Me_2

Right now, the most important thing is Heyman.

Jora didn’t believe it at the moment, but if Heyman provided credible information and brought out Chachi, things would become difficult to handle.

Once certain matters are exposed, the situation will spiral downward rapidly, and conflict will be inevitable.

Her gaze swept quickly across the map. At this moment, Jora waved her hand to erase the map hanging mid-air. "Tell him, I’ll be there shortly!"

"Also, alert everyone to remain on high guard. This time, I’ll go alone, and that’s enough!"

"Your Majesty!" Two voices, one older and one younger, rang out simultaneously.

"Take me with you. I am willing to lay down my life for you."

"If this is truly a trap, better I go alone than risk the entire army being annihilated." Jora’s expression left no room for argument.

"Enough, it’s settled."

With that, she waved her hand and erased the lingering projection mid-air.

"After I leave, activate all defenses. No one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Jora turned around and issued the command, but Roger knew full well she was guarding against him.

"What a headache..."

Jora had no intention of conversing with Roger. The dome above split open to reveal a crack, and she leapt into the air, transforming into a giant dragon, then vanishing into the void.

Roger raised his head, watching Jora’s silhouette disappear into the teleportation portal.

"Sir..."

"Please address me as Geralt."

"Geralt, sir, let’s go. Please follow me to the vault."

"Her Majesty will be fine."

"Oh."

Roger silently withdrew his gaze as Amanda stepped forward, clutching his arm. The two stood close together, exchanging a subtle glance.

Amanda’s eyes brimmed with worry, tinged with a faint spark of readiness. Now that Jora had departed, this might very well be the best opportunity to take action.

Roger gently squeezed her hand in reassurance and gave a comforting smile. He said nothing but led Amanda in following the old man’s footsteps.

Meanwhile, outside the mountain-ringed valley, Jora’s form coiled mid-air as she seemed to verify something. Only after a long pause did she flap her wings and leave the valley.

Her massive body soared straight into the clouds, enveloped by mist, and by the time she reappeared, she had already left the snow-covered northern lands behind.

Jora squinted slightly before plummeting from the sky. Cracks of red veins spread from the base of the mountain to its summit like the herald of a volcanic eruption. Her form vanished once more.

In the next instant, the scenery before her shifted. Collapsed city walls, struggling commoners amidst the rubble, and a once-prosperous city reduced to ruins. Overhead, the shrieking shadows of giant dragons swept by.

By this time, Jora was back in her human form. She heard a familiar voice from behind her, "I thought you’d bring your entire army with you."

Jora spun around and saw Heyman, clad in golden armor, sitting atop the palace roof.

The dragon statue symbolizing the Guardian’s authority was now in tatters, its severed head rolled to Heyman’s feet.

"I’m here. Fulfill your promise now."

Her entire body tensed, the flames in her chest steadily growing fiercer.

Heyman didn’t make any visible move, yet a golden light shot into the sky. Moments later, shadows of several giant dragons swept across the sky, followed by a crude cage crashing down.

Boom! Boom!

Jora noticed several familiar faces inside the cage, led by none other than Loke, the individual responsible for this entire region.

Their bodies were pierced through by thick iron chains. At that moment, the cage opened on its own, the chains retreated, and Loke and the others collapsed weakly onto the ground, covered in wounds.

"Your Majesty..."

"Leave now." Jora waved her hand dismissively. Loke looked up at her but said nothing.

Shifting forms, he struggled to ascend into the air several times due to his severe injuries.

The giant dragons in the sky automatically made way for him. Heyman gestured, and the destruction within the city gradually ceased. All that remained was the crackling sound of burning rubble in the ruins.

Thud!

Heyman landed from above, standing directly in front of Jora.

"My dear sister, don’t let conflicting ideals blind your eyes. Stay calm—this meeting was not known to the Pioneer."

"I merely wanted to give you one last chance: join us and help create a new future for Erode."

"Heh... just like what you once did?" Jora sneered coldly.

"If you had even an ounce of conscience, you would never have imprisoned your own sister for a hundred years!"

Her voice was icy as she demanded answers.

"That was in the past; it was your choice," Heyman replied with a hint of bitterness. "If I hadn’t done so, you might have killed me long ago!"

Hearing this, the emotions in Jora’s eyes faded away, leaving only a stark coldness.

"If I wanted to kill you, you’d have died a hundred years ago. What held me back wasn’t Dora’s life, but the same bloodline we share."

As much as she wanted to act immediately, Jora hesitated, choosing reason over impulse. Her words were partly to give Loke more time.

"The present isn’t the past. Even if you don’t agree with my ideals, you can’t resist the power of the Dragon Court. The arrival of the Pioneer signifies the absolute enforcement of the Dragon Court’s will."

"As Pioneers, we should enjoy the fruits of everything. If you nod now, I can pretend none of this ever happened..."

"And I could even tell you Dora’s real whereabouts."

"Dora?"

"No need. She’s with me now, safe and sound. You’ll never have the chance to hurt her again."

"With you?"

Heyman froze momentarily before figuring out the pieces.

Through Chachi’s accounts, he deduced Roger’s motives for being here. In his eyes, Roger had ulterior motives and wouldn’t approach Jora willingly. Therefore, the current situation...

"You captured that Geralt?"

A flash of anger appeared in his eyes. "This is beyond my expectations."

"So you must have learned the truth from that man."

He cast a sharp glance at Jora. "Or perhaps, in a fit of impulse, you killed him already?"

"But it doesn’t matter."

"Even if you learned of the Otherworld from that man, it’s probably too late."

A smug smile spread across Heyman’s face. "By my estimation, my people should have already arrived. It won’t be long before Dora sees her dear brother again."

"What are you talking about? World... travel...?"

Jora’s face showed confusion. Heyman’s tone betrayed no cracks, but combined with the last failed mission and Dora’s strange behavior toward her, Jora felt a twinge of panic.

A terrifying thought leapt to her mind.

Could it be...

"The ’Dora’ beside Geralt is merely a shell, with her soul already transported to another world?"

The realization thundered in Jora’s mind, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.

At that exact moment, a sinister malevolence surged from the shadow behind her.

Snapping out of her daze instantly, Jora attempted to turn around, but it was already too late. A surge of vitality erupted, and a green radiance enveloped her body.

Simultaneously, the flames in her chest ignited explosively. Though no visible sparks spread outward, an eerie terror blossomed in every heart present.

For a fleeting second, everyone was seized by fear, their movements slowing.

The defensive green aura on Jora’s body was pierced at an alarming speed. She had only managed to evade the fatal blow thanks to her ongoing vigilance.

"A trap—it’s a trap!"

Ignoring further thought, Jora abandoned the fight entirely. Flames erupted all over her body as she fled at her fastest speed toward the distant horizon.

Her peripheral vision caught sight of a tall figure clad in a black robe. Though its design differed from the last time, she no longer had the luxury of pondering the details.

"It was Heyman! He deliberately misled me with his words, giving that black-robed figure the chance to strike—just like before!"

"This is his scheme!"

Jora’s face burned with rage, but she knew her power alone was no match for the two of them. A moment’s delay could mean death.

At that moment, the deep voice of the black-robed figure resounded behind her:

"Utterly disappointing. Why hesitate? All who oppose the Dragon Court are our enemies!"

Watching Jora disappear into the distance, then glancing at the black-robed man mere steps away, Heyman blinked in bewilderment.

He had taken every precaution, confident the Pioneer wouldn’t...

No—!

Though he couldn’t see the opponent’s face, the familiarity of the scene made Heyman’s expression change drastically. The next moment, he exclaimed in shock:

"It’s you!"

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