Demon Hunter and His Hut

Ingmar's body was specially modified when he was young. Years of fighting brought a great burden to his body, and he suffered some injuries after entering Crescent City.

The body has finally reached the critical value, and after recovering from the injury, it is not suitable to continue fighting, so this bold demon hunter can only bid farewell to his former life.

Although she can no longer accept tasks, Ingmar will come to the bar to drink from time to time, but without the blessing of special abilities, she becomes like an ordinary person.

Tired and drunk.

Vincent who was standing behind the bar said hello, and a waitress helped the drunk Ingma out.

She needs to start a new life.

Vincent put the wiped glass on the bar and said meaningfully.

Roger said nothing.

He knows that now he has distanced himself from the ordinary witch hunters at the bottom.

In the bar, most of the people he saw had not entered the supernatural. They hone themselves to participate in the battle, eager to become stronger and stronger, to break the shackles and break the limit one day.

It is a pity that in the whole world, even in Menia, ordinary witchers are not considered powerful individuals.

In Europe, the sorcerer is but one of the natural associations, the last of the three great powers.

But here, the former Kassandra and the Voodoo Association she swayed, they all broke their heads and wanted to become a member of the Menia spellcaster team.

This disparity is really disappointing.

In comparison, the average witcher is too trivial.

Roger stood up and pressed a note on the bottom of the cup.

If you want something to drink, I invite you.

Vincent's voice came from the bar.

Of course, real wine.

Roger smiled and shook his head.

A new witcher?

There hasn't been any new blood in the bar for a long time,

Welcome.

Compared to the time he and Henrik were hanging out here, the lively bar was much quieter.

At that time, Abraham attracted a large number of ordinary hunters to Crescent City for his own purpose, which caused a lot of casualties, and it was estimated that it would take a long time to recover.

I just happened to be passing by, come in and sit.

Roger nodded, turned and left the bar.

In just a few months in Europe, his progress has been amazing. Who would have thought that the last time he walked into this bar, he was just an ordinary hunter who had just entered the extraordinary.

But now, his actual combat power is close to Tier 4, and even in Europe, he is the strongest Transcendent except for several major forces.

Kassandra and Abraham used to be insurmountable mountains before him, but now that the mountains are flattened, Roger has reached new heights.

Maybe it's extraordinary.

Roger had some new understanding.

In the recent period, as the distance from the fourth-order is getting closer, as well as the excavation of his own strength and the refining of pale blood.

This made Roger's whole person, from spirit to body, and even mentality undergo some subtle changes.

The change from the third-order to the fourth-order is even greater than the change of all the previous levels combined.

I thought that guy was a new witcher too. A man sitting at the table next to him wiped the beer foam from his beard.

The world is changing.

Someone sighed.

From longswords to pistols, maybe one day the witcher will be replaced by something else.

This is something that can't be helped. We can't wake up like the bloodline ones. Our height is always limited.

Isn't every country trying to study super soldiers? But so what, technology is technology, and extraordinary is extraordinary.

They may be able to reproduce a large number of super soldiers, but they will never be able to mass-produce superhumans.

The man drank the wine from the glass and stood up.

Don't say it, there is still a task tomorrow.

Vincent looked at the somewhat deserted bar, thinking about something in his eyes.

The downfall of the witcher may be inevitable, unless...

Thinking of this, Vincent shook his head helplessly.

After so much, I still believe in miracles and the future.

. . . . .

By this time Roger had already left Bordeaux by plane.

destination, fog.

After erasing the traces left by himself, after getting off the plane, Roger changed his clothes and changed his appearance, and then quietly came to a villa somewhere in the fog.

He quietly sneaked into the room. It was late at night, and the room was silent. It was obviously empty for a long time.

After searching for a circle, without any results, Roger rushed to the next location.

Throughout the night, from the fog to other nearby cities, Roger changed places several times in a row, and finally came to a house in the suburbs not long after.

A familiar figure appeared.

Lancelot, I've been looking for you for a long time.

Roger didn't speak, he looked blankly at someone who came uninvited.

Gao Wen, you still dare to appear?

Roger squinted and looked at the crescent moon hanging above his head.

Lancelot, you have seen another form of me in the dark night.

Gawain spread out his palms defenselessly, and a smile that was completely different from usual hung on the corners of his mouth.

I'm the strongest in the sun, but even crazier in the dark.

In comparison, I recommend that you fight me in the sun. Did you forget the last lesson?

As soon as the words fell, the breath of his whole body swelled violently, and there was even a ray of eagerness in his eyes.

Roger bowed his head and said nothing.

He heard some information from Gao Wen's words, these things were things that Gao Wen never mentioned when he communicated with Gao Wen as a mist.

In addition, due to the damage of the soul, the memory absorbed by Di Rio's mask is completely broken, and there is no relevant information in it.

Roger wisely did not continue the topic, What are you doing to me?

The corners of Gawain's mouth raised, and his usual gentle smile was a little weird at this time.

You still haven't suppressed the desire in your heart. Since you disappeared for a while, Bedwell must be dead.

You killed him, right?

It's none of your business, Roger replied nonchalantly.

How come it doesn't matter?

The two of us have been fighting openly and secretly for nearly a hundred years. Tell me, does anyone know you better than me?

Roger froze in his heart.

Tell me, what do you want to do?

Roger pretended to be irritable, raised his hand abruptly, and in his right hand there was a weapon that was terrifyingly cold.

This is the suburbs, there are no people around, you should know what I will do next?

Ha ha!

To be honest, I really want to exercise my muscles and bones.

But I didn't come here today to fight you, I just wanted to give you some advice.

Kill Bedwell, you are the only candidate for the commander, if you get Green's reuse in the next period of time, and have the opportunity to take his place.

Gawain smiled.

Then everything we talked about today and before never happened.

The expression on Roger's disguised Lancelot's face softened a little.

But if, he still didn't choose you, but chose someone else...

Then I think, maybe we can try to cooperate once.

Don't be in a hurry to refuse.

I just mentioned a possibility, and then I will find a way to help you lift the confinement in your soul.

Go away, I don't want to hear another word coming out of your mouth!

Roger roared, interrupting Gawain's words.

Think about it, it's just a backup option that you may never use.

But in case...

Gawain looked at Roger with a smile, he spit out a questioning tone, but the expression on his face was determined.

as he once suggested.

He knew Lancelot's character and knew more secrets. He knew very well that the man in front of him would follow his own arrangement, step by step toward that doomed destiny.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came.

just in case?

There is no emergency.

Somewhere in the room, the air spreads like water waves, and in the ripples, a woman with a Holy Grail appears.

Looking at Galahad who suddenly broke in, Gawain's expression first changed, and the breath on his body suddenly swelled and then shrank suddenly.

With just one breath, Gawain regained his calm expression.

Galahad's face was frosty, and she glanced at Roger coldly, Mr. Lancelot, you have been missing for a long time, which has attracted the attention of the head of the regiment and some high-level members of the Privy Council.

As she spoke, her eyes finally fell on Gawain.

Don't check, Mr. Green didn't come.

It's just a traitor, there's no need to attract the attention of Tier 4.

She gave a mocking smile.

If Mr. Green did come, you'd be dead by now.

A strange look flashed in Gawain's eyes, and he shook his head lightly.

Not necessarily.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Gawain analyzed the situation in front of him. At first, he thought it was just a trap created by Lancelot, the purpose of which was to attract him.

But what Galahad said soon cleared his doubts.

It seems that Lancelot has been missing for a while, and Galahad is also looking for him, so he was approached by the other party as soon as he appeared.

But how did Gawain know that the situation in front of him was specially arranged by Roger.

Galahad had shown up at his estate with the Holy Grail before, which gave Roger some insight into the woman.

What the mask changes is only the external form and some disguised aura. The real essence is the core of Lancelot's inheritance.

Roger knew that as long as he took out the Frost Sword and activated the energy on it, Galahad would definitely hear the news before long.

As for whether Gawain will appear, Roger is not sure.

He just guessed that Gawain must have had his reasons for bewitching Lancelot. As long as Lancelot killed Bedwell, he would have his next actions.

Although there are some variables and risks in the whole process, from the current situation, it has basically reached Roger's previous vision.

The Holy Grail in his hand disappeared, Galahad walked out of the corner, the three of them stood in one direction, and the distance between them was also very close, forming a triangle.

Mr. Lancelot, Captain Green is very worried about your disappearance. He will meet you in person after returning.

But I think if we can bring back a traitor's head, then Captain Green will be very happy.

Galahad's body flashed a vague aura, and she didn't mention the content of the previous exchange between the two.

Roger stood there, just clenching his weapon, but didn't answer any questions.

Two against one.

To be honest, among the 12 Knights of the Round Table, Galahad, your strength has always been a mystery.

Gao Wen sneered.

Maybe the answer will be revealed today.

Although I enjoy the joy of fighting, but before that I want to ask...

Beautiful Galahad, are you the candidate to replace Lancelot as the head of the regiment?

Tsk tsk, although no news has come out privately, but to be honest, many people are curious about what you and Greene did in that house.

Gawain in the night was not as gentle and refined as in the daytime. He was dark and cold, and as his tone of voice improved, some changes began to appear in his body.

Dirty stuff!

Galahad roared, and the next second he appeared in front of Gawain like a ghost.

You're not Gawain, the man I know would never say such dirty words even for freedom.

When Galahad's figure appeared beside him, Gawain seemed to be prepared.

A little sarcasm flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand, and a knife like the night flashed suddenly. The weapon in Gawain's hand almost merged with the darkness, fierce, swift and silent.

He seemed to have seen Galahad's reaction for a long time, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to hit his own knife.

Let me measure your qualifications myself.

Although what Gawain said was facing Galahad, it was more like speaking to Roger who was standing not far from him.

What qualifications do you have to replace Lancelot as a candidate for Knight Leader?!

Gawain stepped out in one step, the muscles on his body bulged, and the shape of the whole person changed a lot.

I hate the way I look.

Look, I'm obviously such a warm person.

Shhhhh!

Gawain slashed dozens of times in an instant.

This scene is extremely strange. One suddenly and the other have been prepared for a long time, and the movements of the two are as if they had been rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Roger watched from the sidelines, Gawain's combat effectiveness in the dark was very strong, but it wasn't Gawain that surprised him.

But Galahad, who has always been beautiful and known to everyone.

Roger caught a flash of darkness, followed by a thump of slashing.

In just an instant, Galahad was hit with dozens of knives, and his clothes were torn apart, revealing the body below.

tom!

Galahad slammed into the wall behind him. The wooden house could not withstand such an impact. Amidst the debris, Galahad broke through the wall.

Gawain took a deep breath, as if to pull the surrounding darkness into his body.

The weapon in his hand changed shape, the ends were elongated, and a little white light flashed at the tip.

He took a step forward.

To be honest I'm really disappointed.

Clenching the weapon in his hand, Gawain's power exploded.

【Night glow】

The spear pierced the darkness and caught up with Galahad, who flew out backwards.