Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 944 - 702: Fourth Tier, How Many?_2

Chapter 944: Chapter 702: Fourth Tier, How Many?_2

Though the statue maintained Roger’s original appearance, it emitted an even purer and more bloodthirsty aura.

Fine strands of blood wove across the white sculpture, then quickly vanished.

Meanwhile, the enraged Evans had already soared skyward.

"It’s Mr. Roger!"

"It’s Roger’s statue!"

"So Kaer Morhen is actually this powerful!"

The changes in the plaza were momentary, but the Demon Hunter apprentices in the entire castle were already boiling over.

After arriving here, they heard many stories and witnessed some powerful beings, but they considered some of the tales as mere stories.

The Transcendent World had become quite different than before with the emergence of Transcendence.

The number of High Tier Transcendents exposed to view had noticeably increased.

But as for the Fourth Tier, everyone still holds great reverence.

"What tier are the giant dragons?"

Someone asked.

"Can he win?"

"Can Mr. Roger win?"

Everyone clenched their fists, staring at the impending clash.

What they didn’t know was that at this moment, the united heart and spirit of everyone infused every corner of the castle.

Every brick, every blade of grass, was united as one.

Henrik was the first to feel this change, glancing around, seeing similar confusion on his companions’ faces.

"We’ve become a whole!"

Swish!

The next moment, a blurry imprint appeared out of thin air, striking Evans with lightning speed.

There was no strong impact or destructive power, but immediately, the funnel-shaped mark on Evans’ forehead dimmed and then collapsed instantly.

Immense panic showed in Evans’ eyes, as if shackled, an invisible rule enveloped him.

His strength waned, even the sheen on the surface of the Dragon Scale became dim.

"My power..."

Thud!

The pale figure in the distance vanished, and compared to his body, the statue appeared minuscule.

Yet at this moment, Evans felt intense pain above him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His skull nearly shattered; he wildly shook his head, struggling, but then horrifying power pressed down from above.

The legendary dragon was flipped over like a pitiful rabbit.

Crack!

The dragon horn snapped, and the Dragon Scale was sliced open.

Blood sprayed, but all the blood and power spontaneously flowed to the white statue.

The more Evans struggled, the faster his strength drained, the weaker he became, and the stronger the surrounding suppression grew.

"How could Lord Heyman’s protection be breached?"

Evans could perceive that the attacker was not originally stronger than him; if not for the rule’s suppression, how could he have failed?

"No, you overthink it; even without that, you still wouldn’t be our match."

An alluring voice echoed in his mind, and before losing consciousness, an elegant Nine-tailed Fox emerged in his mind.

Evans twitched and fell silent.

Meanwhile, the statue, thoroughly absorbing dragon blood and appearing pure white as jade, had unknowingly returned to its pedestal in the center of the plaza.

No one noticed where Evans’ broken dragon horn went; after accomplishing this, the statue’s posture returned to normal as if nothing had ever happened.

"Is it dead?"

"Mr. Roger killed a dragon!"

All the Demon Hunter apprentices exchanged incredulous looks, their hearts pounding, surrounded by faces of extreme excitement.

At this moment, everyone had a new understanding of Kaer Morhen.

The one acting just now was naturally not Roger, but the Elder of Shadows hidden within the statue by Roger.

Having absorbed enough blood, the Elder of Shadows fell into a satisfied slumber like a beast content with its meal.

Henrik let out a sigh of relief, but at that moment, there was an urgent noise from the nearby forest.

"There’s more?"

Henrik felt a headache, sweeping with his peripheral vision, he saw a petite White Fox leaping onto the dragon’s head.

However, soon, Henrik’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed, a trace of confusion appearing in his eyes.

"People from the Hunters Guild?"

"Why are they here?"

A faint fog drifted by, altering everything in the plaza; some traces of battle were erased, and the dragon’s body vanished without a trace.

Of course, this was just an illusion created by Uma, Henrik understood, striding forward, Yuan Guanghai muttered a few words, and innumerable boulders rose in the canyon, reassembling into a stone bridge.

When Henrik crossed the stone bridge, the main force of the Hunters Guild had already arrived in front of him.

"Mr. Henrik!"

The speaker was a slightly overweight middle-aged man, his face bearing a habitual smile but unable to conceal the urgency in his eyes.

"Ah, Mr. Arne."

Henrik smiled and greeted, knowing this chubby middle-aged man was important in the Hunters Guild Headquarters, said to be very close to the Fourth Tier.

"What happened?" Henrik blocked in front of Arne.

"Last night, three branches of the Hunters Guild were attacked, almost all the guild members inside killed, even one of the strongest Guardians in the east, Fourth Tier Transcendent Mr. Bilu, also met an unfortunate end."

"Survivors said the attacker was a dragon, and its target is Kaer Morhen!"

Arne stared intently at Henrik.

"Your place..." The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed, hiding his probing gaze.

"Everything is normal here."

Henrik replied with wide eyes as if babbling nonsense.

"Normal?"

"Then what about the surrounding forest and all the destruction?"

"Just a little accident, nothing worth fussing over."

Arne looked doubtful, "Alright, Henrik, though I don’t know what you’re hiding or why a dragon would trouble Kaer Morhen."

"But this has already caught the entire Hunters Guild’s attention, even the truly important figures."

"Kaer Morhen cannot stand alone."

Looking at the distant castle, Arne advised, "You need to be mentally prepared."

"The next investigators won’t merely be a small Third Tier like me."

He said half warning, half reminding.

"Fine..."

Henrik sighed helplessly.

With such an incident, it was almost impossible for Kaer Morhen to continue developing quietly while preserving its strength like before.

The Hunters Guild lost one Fourth Tier and countless Low-Tier Transcendents; such a matter was enough to stir the entire Transcendent World.

Trying to remain discreet in this situation would certainly bring a lot of trouble.

After all, in their anger, those in a strong position often act irrationally.

"Everything really is normal here; if you wish to investigate, we will naturally cooperate."

Henrik smiled, "But how many Fourth Tier do you plan to send for investigation?"

"How many?"

Arne looked puzzled.

Henrik nodded, "Of course, it will determine how many Fourth Tier we send to greet you."

Swish.

A stunningly beautiful woman appeared beside Arne.

All of Arne’s hairs stood on end; he immediately sensed the woman’s tremendous power.

"Allow me to introduce, Claudia, Fourth Tier."

Arne barely masked his shock; he had heard the name but always thought it was just a rumor.

Before he could respond, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and a black shadow flashed by, apparently hailing from the eastern Sunrise.

To Arne’s surprise, he couldn’t tell what exactly the man in front of him was.

"This... this is also a Fourth Tier!"

He gasped sharply, and just then, not far away in the canyon, a battered man was thrown up.

Thud!

The man rolled and stopped at Arne’s feet, with a large hole in his body but surprisingly little blood around the wound, eyeing his surroundings fearfully.

"This is..."

The next second, Arne jumped startled; despite the man’s hopeless look, he was also a Fourth Tier.

His head buzzed.

When did Fourth Tier become so worthless?

"Ah!"

The battered man bellowed, charging skyward, but with a muffled sound, a delicate girl stomped him back down.

His entire head was buried in the dirt.

"Still trying to run?!" Higurashi Chika snorted coldly.

At this point, Arne was utterly disoriented, then saw Henrik smilingly approach, asking:

"Honorable Mr. Arne, now can you tell me how many Fourth Tiers are arriving?"