Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 935 - 698: The Power of Shadows_2

Chapter 935: Chapter 698: The Power of Shadows_2

"Shadow, shadow..."

"Perhaps darkness is its true destiny."

Besides, he is not yet a Fifth Tier Transcendent. Without a powerful foundation of vitality, he is easily injured during collisions.

Although his physical body remains unaffected, it would weaken the shadow’s combat potential.

Avoid entanglement, strike swiftly and decisively.

This is the true battle philosophy of shadows.

Without an actual physical form, many abilities of the Quinn Sword Seal cannot activate. Just now, if he hadn’t used the Alder Sword Seal to disperse the impact into the surrounding space...

The damage he’d have suffered would likely have been far greater.

Not far away, Heyman seemed tireless, leveling the entire battlefield until every structure crumbled to dust. His injuries had already fully healed.

"You missed your chance to live!"

"Geralt, I’ll smash you into paste!"

"No, that won’t happen."

Roger chuckled lightly. "A hammer isn’t going to hurt me."

Although this guy couldn’t grasp the secret behind Roger’s rapid movements, his battle instincts were sharp. He crushed everything around him, exposing any potential hiding spots to the light.

The shadow had nowhere to escape.

Swish!

But in the next instant, Roger abruptly disappeared from his view. An icy radiance came rushing from behind.

"Shadow?!"

Heyman sneered. "So that’s it. Too bad..."

He roared, and every seam of his armor emitted a golden glow, turning him into a massive beacon of light.

Simultaneously, though his back was to Roger, Heyman’s joints twisted unnaturally, and in a split second, he turned to face him.

The warhammer, originally trailing behind him, was already clenched firmly in his hands.

"Got you!"

"You’re oversimplifying things."

Roger’s voice came out of nowhere. At that moment, Heyman realized the sun overhead had completely vanished. Except for his glowing form, the world was engulfed in darkness.

"Nightfall!"

His heart pounded wildly. An inexplicable sense of danger surged into his chest as the enemy, who was supposed to be behind him, vanished once again.

In its place, countless sword lights erupted from the abyssal shadows.

The roar of dragons filled the air.

Heyman gripped his warhammer with both hands. The armor on the surface of his body began to melt, transforming him into a gigantic metallic statue.

Beneath the metal shimmered a hidden green glow.

But in the next instant, as the darkness encroached, the metal on Heyman’s body crumbled instantly. Within the deep blackness, he caught sight of a single gleaming sword light.

"What a pity..."

A soft sigh brushed past his ear. The darkness withdrew, and light returned to the earth once more.

Silence blanketed the surroundings. No shadows, no sword lights. But moments later, Heyman’s face twisted dramatically.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

A series of explosive sounds rocked his body. Numerous large, gaping wounds erupted all over him. In some places, the gaps were so massive that even his golden spine was exposed.

Emerald light surged forth as Heyman scanned the area cautiously, his heart pounding in lingering fear.

"Just a bit more!"

"If he’d launched another round of attacks at this level, I would’ve been finished."

He muttered to himself.

After a long, tense silence, Heyman finally relaxed his defensive posture, convinced the danger was gone.

"Explosive power is strong, but the defense is terribly weak."

"Not killing me was your biggest mistake this time, Geralt. Next time, your death is certain."

His wounds had already healed completely. Heyman believed he had uncovered Roger’s weakness. With abundant vitality, he just needed to launch a more aggressive assault. A single window of opportunity—perhaps just a few breaths of an all-out frenzy—would bring Roger down.

A sinister grin crept across his lips.

"Before I kill you, I’ll make you pay a price first."

"Amanda... right, and everything else you care about in your world!"

...

Meanwhile.

"Mr. Geralt, Mr. Geralt?!"

An aged voice rang in his ears, snapping Roger back to reality. He sighed and shook his head.

The shadow’s offensive capabilities were undeniably strong, but he wasn’t truly Fifth Tier yet. Even with Black Moon, crossing such a significant tier gap was exhausting.

What a shame—if he had managed to launch one more round of attacks earlier, he could have capitalized on Heyman’s misstep and finished him off.

But such things couldn’t be helped.

With the current level of the Hunter’s Cabin, the shadow could operate independently of Roger, but distance and time took a toll on its energy consumption.

Like a rechargeable battery, the shadow could only function away from him for so long before needing to Return.

Still, this battle had enabled Roger to discern the shadow’s true combat capabilities more clearly. Overall, the results were highly satisfying.

Previously, even with Black Moon and pushing himself to the brink, he could barely contend with Fifth Tier Transcendents.

The odds of victory were slim.

Moreover, Roger had noticed that Jora was far superior to Heyman. Based on Sonia’s classification, Heyman was likely a newcomer to the Fifth Tier, relying solely on his abundant vitality.

Jora, on the other hand, was different. She had begun mastering specialized rules—like that strange fire she unleashed before fleeing.

It had no heat, but burned into the deepest fears of one’s soul.

"You’ve been looking at these for quite a while."

The elderly man interjected again. "The treasury holds only these items. If you don’t find what you need, you can make a list, and I’ll report it to Her Majesty the Queen."

"No, you misunderstood."

Roger glanced at the piled-up materials. "I’m not deciding what to take—I’m deciding what to leave behind."

The old man’s face darkened at his words, but then Roger waved a hand dismissively. "Just kidding. Though I do need quite a few things."

"What’s in that bottle?"

"And that skull—looks like a... butt? Oh, and that one..."

"Hmm, this is good too. Add it to the list, along with this, and this..."

Roger began pointing at various items. While none of the materials were particularly rare, their sheer quantity was staggering, encompassing nearly all the types stored in the treasury.

With each selection, the old man placed the chosen piece at Roger’s feet, creating a growing pile in no time.

"You need all of this?"

Initially, the elder tried to guess Roger’s intentions. Given Roger’s expertise in alchemy and his studies of consciousness and souls, he was considered a master in these fields.

But gradually, the models the elder had theorized to explain Roger’s needs all fell apart.

"Is this guy intentionally causing trouble?"

"Alright, that’s enough."

Finally, Roger stopped, clapped his hands, and smiled. "Could I trouble you to have all this sent to my room?"

"Of course."

The elder’s smile turned stiff, and he watched Roger leave the treasury.

"I need to see what he plans to do with all this stuff."

After ordering the materials to be delivered, the old man hurried off to an unknown part of the palace.

Meanwhile, Roger had already returned to his room with Amanda. In the depths of his consciousness, the Shadow Gate on the Hunter’s Cabin appeared dimmer than before.

Sonia, having recovered, watched as the peculiar materials piled up after being delivered.

"Did you empty out their entire treasury?"

"Only a few things are actually useful. The rest are for misdirection or serve as a way for us to understand more about this world."

Roger waved his hand, and several items appeared before him.

A brown leg bone, a fist-sized blue orb, a strand of black hair from an unknown creature, and dozens of metallic seed-like objects.

"I don’t know their exact names, but the brilliance and energy within them resonate strongly with your core structure."

"You should try them."

Sonia nodded.

At that moment, the entire palace shook violently. Along with an oppressive aura, a figure appeared high in the sky.

It was Jora. Compared to when she left, she hadn’t changed much, except her expression now carried a heavy seriousness.

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

The crowd greeted her, but Jora ignored them. She furrowed her brow and landed outside the palace where Roger and the others resided.

"Geralt!"

"I want to talk to you."