Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 962 - 711: Rod of Erode_2

Chapter 962: Chapter 711: Rod of Erode_2

Here is the text translated into English:

Rumble.

In his perception, the buildings scattered across Erode collapsed one after another, leaving no trace behind.

However, in the void, the disappearing buildings all left space anchors.

"Good, very good!"

The Overseer commended.

Heyman couldn’t hide his delight; while his own power hadn’t increased, he had managed, through special means, to leverage a part of the enormous system.

Even if it was only a small fraction, it still exceeded the limits of an ordinary Fifth Tier.

Ordinary Fifth Tiers indeed don’t compare the size of their powers, but that doesn’t mean there’s no gap between them.

It’s just that such gaps can often be smoothed out through other means.

For unless it’s overwhelming power, it can’t serve as an absolute advantage in combat.

And what Heyman now possessed was a superior form of insight.

This intoxicating feeling—that everything is within his grasp—was truly mesmerizing.

"You’ve done well, but it’s not over yet. Take your time to comprehend it."

The Overseer extended his hand, and amidst dazzling light, an unassuming staff appeared in his hand.

He handed over the staff.

"With this, even without borrowing the strength of this world, your combat abilities will greatly improve. And once you activate the powers of this staff, I would imagine no one could defeat you."

Information about the staff flashed through his mind.

Erode’s World Staff—this was Heyman’s key to leveraging the entire world and also his first step toward divinity.

"Get some rest and then quickly master this power."

The Overseer’s figure gradually faded. To launch this massive ritual, he had nearly wiped out half of the capital’s population.

In the coming days, both the ordinary world and the Transcendent World would experience countless upheavals.

But Heyman didn’t feel troubled; instead, he clenched his fist pleasantly.

Before dealing with these issues, he deemed it necessary to visit his once-reliable right-hand ally.

Clutching the staff, Heyman’s figure instantly disappeared, reappearing in a city hundreds of miles away.

"This feeling of freedom."

Suppressing the greed and agitation within him, the staff disappeared from his hand.

He was still far from truly mastering this staff, and frequent use would bring many hidden dangers.

But this illusion of omnipotence was dangerously addictive. However, Heyman quickly shifted his attention.

He had found Evans.

A golden beam shot into the sky as Heyman approached a towering mountain at the city’s edge. The mountain was entirely made of rock, barren without a speck of green.

At the summit’s center, numerous stone fragments of varying sizes formed a rune. Heyman could see Evans kneeling on one knee from a distance.

Bang!

"You’ve disappointed me."

"Evans, it seems you couldn’t locate Amanda."

The summit was eerily silent, not even a breeze blowing.

"Answer me, Evans!"

Heyman bellowed angrily.

But his reprimand was met with silence.

Boom!

A violent pressure swept over, and Evans was flung into the air, instinctively transforming into a Giant Dragon mid-flight.

Smack!

The wings on his back pressed tightly against the rocky surface behind him, exposing the softest part of the dragon’s underbelly. Enraged, Heyman was about to say more when his gaze instinctively moved to a specific spot on Evans’s underbelly.

"Hmm?"

"What’s that?"

Heyman understood the anatomy of dragons, yet he was deeply unsettled by the grotesque abnormality on Evans’s body.

What kind of emotion was this?

Becoming a dragon, seeing an essential part of another dragon’s body suffer some indescribable mutation—that naturally evoked sympathy.

And... paranoia.

Perhaps even a pang of empathetic pain.

Instinctively, Heyman felt a chill between his legs and couldn’t help but recoil slightly.

Of course, it wasn’t as though he had actually been attacked or pierced—merely a psychological response. But in the brief moment when his triumph was interrupted by an unforeseen anomaly, his emotions surged uncontrollably.

Sparks that ignited an explosion.

Heyman immediately sensed an abnormality. His heart sank, and he uttered coldly, "Jora!"

Shock, confusion, suspicion—many emotions flashed in quick succession, yet in an instant, Heyman felt his power significantly weakened.

Anger took over. Even though he knew this would strengthen Jora’s abilities, without hesitation, he launched an attack at the nearby Evans.

"Traitor!"

The hastily executed attack lacked potency. Combined with the siphoning from Jora, his offensive power was greatly diminished. Even so, the always-unprepared Evans was struck directly.

Smack!

The sturdy Dragon Scales shielded Evans from part of the damage, but the remaining force destroyed the treasure he had only recently reclaimed.

It was then that Evans seemed to regain awareness, letting out a heart-wrenching scream and babbling incomprehensibly.

No one knew what this mighty Transcendent had undergone.

Yet, in the shadows, Roger withdrew his gaze with curiosity.

Seeing the peculiar wound on Evans’s body, Roger immediately thought of that utterly unscrupulous, heinous individual.

"It could only be Henrik."

Roger mused silently.

"But what exactly did he do to this dragon?"

"Wait!"

Roger suddenly realized something.

"Could it be... he castrated this dragon multiple times?!"

"Hiss!"

Roger instinctively sucked in a breath, a vivid image forming in his mind.

An unimaginably dark room—it could be a dungeon, or perhaps a castle.

Pitiful Evans hung suspended in the room, while Henrik sat silently in a corner, sharpening a blade while keeping an eye on the regrowth of a particular dragon part.

"Hmm... Dragons indeed have extraordinary regenerative abilities. I’ve cut it off over a dozen times, and it still grows back so quickly."

Henrik murmured to himself while staying connected with the outside world, selling extremely rare dragon roots through various channels in the Transcendent World.

"This is genuine Dragon Root Treasure, absolutely authentic!"

"What! You’re saying the efficacy has diminished?"

"Impossible! You must be using it too often!"

"Practice moderation!"

True *Henrik* Dragon Root Treasure!

"No way, no way?!"

"Could he actually be doing this for real?"

Roger was speechless for a moment, but deep down, he felt Henrik’s actual deeds were likely far more egregious than he imagined.

Having arrived at the island, Roger used his persuasive skills to sway Jora into agreeing to his plan.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, and both he and Jora now lay in ambush at the spot where Evans was expected to return. According to the plan, Jora would first launch a sneak attack, and Roger would then move opportunistically.

Striving for a heavy blow—or perhaps to kill Heyman outright!

Keeping an eye on the battle, Roger quietly communicated with Amanda and Sonia, who had already left the island.

"Begin, Sonia!"

"We’ll be waiting for you on the other side." Sonia replied.

"Anyway, thank you for your help, Roger. I owe you a huge favor. If you ever need anything, I’m willing to do it for you."

Sonia took a deep breath and made a solemn promise.

"Make sure she stays safe. Also..."

Roger was aware he likely wouldn’t be able to return to the other world in the short term.

"Watch over Kaer Morhen for me until I come back."

"Of course."

Maintaining their connection, Roger could hear the sound of energy resonating from the other side—it was likely Sonia attempting to activate the ritual.

Gradually shifting his focus to the battle ahead, Roger silently prepared himself. With Jora providing distraction, he believed his shadowy assault could achieve a killing blow.

"Hoo..."

"The moment is now!"

A glint of determination flashed in Roger’s eyes, and just as he prepared to strike, a pained cry suddenly echoed in his heart.

"Sonia, what’s happening?"

Amanda shouted.

"Roger, something went wrong—Sonia seems to have suffered backlash from the power..."

"Roger... Roger..." Sonia’s fragmented voice followed.

"The ritual failed... Erode’s world barrier has been sealed!"

Roger’s heart sank heavily, instantly connecting this to the recent upheaval in Sky City.

But soon his gaze hardened and landed on Heyman not far away.

"I just want to go home. Why does there always have to be so much trouble?"

Sighing deeply, Roger’s killing intent surged.