Demon Hunter and His Hut

The pure white world was mixed with a smear of blackness. The power erupted so suddenly, the moment the power emerged, Roger felt as if he had lost control of his body.

He turned into a mass of wandering consciousness, and then watched his body float into the air, avoiding the monster's attack by the slightest millimeter.

Then he opened his thin arm and waved it gently in the air.

Strange little guy!

Granny Xue's silver hair fluttered backwards, revealing a hideous face with ravines.

The corners of its mouth were split to the sides, sharp teeth protruding from its mouth, and its scarlet tongue curled in mucus towards Roger.

But at this moment, Granny Xue, who was madly rushing forward, didn't notice the abnormality that happened to her.

Every time it advanced, its body collapsed an inch. When he rushed to Roger, the invisible force had already slashed it, leaving only a solitary head.

The rusted hatchet slid through the air and slashed straight into Granny Xue's face.

Click!

At this time, the power that erupted from Roger's thin body was extremely terrifying, and he easily cut Granny Xue's entire head open.

A large pool of turbid brains burst out of his mind, but a black light flashed, and the turbid liquid evaporated instantly, leaving only a shrill scream that echoed in the valley.

Kaka.

The hatchet in Roger's hand shattered into pieces and fell on the snow, and he fell from the air.

There is a mysterious power running through the body, and it seems to be completely transforming this body.

Roger could not feel any cold standing in the snow.

After an unknown time, several frightened heads appeared at the door.

Then they saw corpses all over the floor, and Roger standing beside the corpse.

F...what happened?

Someone said cautiously.

Roger noticed that the eyes of these people looking at him were full of horror. He was about to answer but found that his body was walking forward uncontrollably.

what happened?

Doubt in my heart,

He could feel all the changes in this body, but at this moment he lost control.

Xunyue, did you kill it?

The rough voice of the man came, but Roger didn't say anything, but raised his head, his eyes pierced through the darkness and looked somewhere in the sky.

Whoosh!

There was a gust of wind breaking, and then several figures appeared above the snow.

The spiritual power is strong and powerful, and everyone wears uniform clothes, and everyone wears a strange mask on their face.

Roger recognized the pattern of the mask.

These people should belong to the raven tengu.

died?

That thing was actually killed. Could it be that an Onmyoji happened to pass by here?

A young man said, and then he noticed the crowd around the door of the wooden house, Do you know what happened here?

The young man asked unceremoniously.

Everyone looked at him tremblingly, but no one dared to answer.

Just when the young man was a little impatient, an old figure in the crowd stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction where Roger was standing.

He killed that thing!

We're all hiding in the house, it's him!

The young man's curious eyes fell on Roger, and there was a ray of light in his eyes, as if to see through Roger's body.

An unexpected awakening, interesting.

Little guy, would you like to go back with me?

Roger could only watch all this but couldn't say anything, and the next second he felt a force holding him up.

There are a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings on the back.

If you don't answer, just accept it. Such talent will definitely make you an excellent Onmyoji!

The young man's body rose into the air, and Roger's wings fluttered closely behind him.

At this time, everyone who realized what happened ran out of the room. They raised their heads and looked at the young man floating in the air with hope.

Master Onmyoji, take me, take me!

The crowd jumped up and down.

The young man turned a deaf ear to this. He ignored the shouts of the crowd and raised his body again.

Everything under his feet became small, and before everything disappeared, Roger felt that he suddenly lowered his head and glanced at the farce below the wooden house.

Just hold on a little longer and things will turn around and the evil in the cabin will not happen.

But now, this specific young body is completely separated from the person in front of him.

Worlds apart.

It's surprising how calm you are on your first flight. What's your name?

The young man pursed his lips, and replied after a while, Eight twilight.

The moment the name was uttered, Roger felt his consciousness vibrate, and it seemed that something deep in his soul was gradually being stripped from his body.

He couldn't feel the changes around him, and his mind was agitated. When everything calmed down, Roger could clearly feel that something deep in his consciousness was forcibly dug out.

I seem to have forgotten something...

Roger racked his brains to think, but soon his thoughts were frozen, Wait, I... Who am I?

I'm Yasuzuki!

No, no, that's not me!

He thought frantically, but couldn't find the familiar name in his mind.

An inexplicable panic swept through the body.

Messy fragments flashed in his mind. One moment he knew his identity clearly, but the next moment, he forgot something.

In this drastic change, he became more and more panic, and an inexplicable thought even popped up in his mind.

Is this what it feels like to lose yourself?

It turns out that this is the kind of life that Sun Sunset Lonely Mountain has experienced.

Wait, why did I mention Sunglow Lonely Mountain?

Who is Sun Twilight Lonely Mountain?

The sound of the wind whistled in his ears, and the young man who took Roger seemed to be very interested in him. The two bodies were wrapped in a stream of energy, and they could talk freely without being affected by the surrounding temperature and airflow.

During this process, Roger's consciousness was always out of this, and he heard the young man's self-introduction.

Knowing that he is from one of the eight branches of Tengu Shrine, he is a rising star of the shrine, and his teacher is known as the most outstanding inheritor of Tengu Shrine.

The speed of the flight was getting faster and faster, and the two of them communicated from time to time. As time passed, Roger found that his consciousness became more and more chaotic.

He tried to do something, but no change was going to help.

Slowly his consciousness became blurred, and in panic, he lost his perception of his surroundings.

Darkness invaded, and Roger knew that he was being killed in disguise.

from memory and consciousness.

Everything becomes nothing.

After an unknown amount of time, his consciousness rose and fell in the darkness, and then suddenly a faint light flashed, and Roger let out a sharp breath.

Open your eyes!

what happened?

Where am I?

I?

who I am?

The thoughts in his mind were like a mess, he jumped up and didn't care to observe the surrounding environment, completely immersed his mind and thought hard.

By the way, I'm Roger.

I am coming from……

Memories are like clipped videotapes that suddenly get stuck, followed by endless panic.

Roger knew that he was in a great crisis, that he could not see his enemies, but there was no doubt that if he lost his memory, he would be wiped out of consciousness.

is equivalent to death.

Jackdaw Sword Master, yes, I should be in the memory of Jackdaw Sword Master, let me think about it...

He muttered in a low voice, trying to make some sense out of his chaotic thoughts.

Is this his way of attacking?

Things have changed since the awakening of the power within him, so what about now?

Only at this moment did Roger calm down and look around, and he found himself in a simply decorated house.

It was dark at this time, and it was silent outside, and the bright moonlight left a shadow on the ground through the window.

With his hands open, Roger immediately noticed the most intuitive change in his body.

The arms are powerful.

This is the palm of a pair of adults.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly found a mirror in the room. With the light from the window, Roger could see what he looked like at this moment.

He has a burly figure and a resolute face, but the outline and temperament of his face can still see some familiar shadows.

This should still be what the Jackdaw Sword Master looked like when he was young, but what about the last time?

The last time he regained consciousness, his body was clearly a teenager.

This made a lot of thoughts in Roger's mind again.

His enemy is no longer a specific person.

He was the only one in the room. Roger carefully inspected his current body. His muscles were well-proportioned and his spiritual power was strong.

He slowly opened the door and walked outside.

The surroundings were silent, but after a few steps forward, something strange appeared in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at the hut that stood not far away.

I vaguely understood something in my heart.

Quickly returning to the room and closing the door, he immediately noticed that his mood became calm, as if there was some inexplicable connection between himself and the room he was in.

Is it the hunter's hut?

There is a force that has isolated this connection, but he has always been there! With a joy in his heart, he couldn't help but ignite a lot of hope.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Roger tried hard to perceive the existence of the hunter's hut, but until the sky brightened, the depths of his consciousness remained empty.

Which link is the problem?

Roger recalled the entire experience, but many parts of his memory began to be mutilated, making the process incredibly slow.

Although the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master is powerful, it is impossible to directly affect the hunter's hut.

As far as the extraordinary power Roger has come into contact with, the level of the Hunter's Lodge has always been very high. In his heart, Roger even thought that the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master would not surpass that of the silver dragon.

The problem is with me.

He suddenly remembered the fierce battle before he lost consciousness, and the swordsmanship of the Jackdaw Sword Master brought him great oppression.

Not only drained Roger's strength, but also hollowed out his spirit.

Perhaps it is because of this that Roger is drawn into this strange vortex of memory because of the depletion of power.

What happened here does not correspond to reality, so to make a guess, Roger must still be in a weak state at this time.

His real consciousness has almost stagnated, so the so-called connection is naturally impossible to talk about.

If so, then here, this awake self may be just a little reflection of its own consciousness in this world!

Roger's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he had found the crux of the problem.

Only the true sobriety of self-consciousness can awaken the power in the body, and then fight back!

The direction was determined, and there were two more questions before Roger.

What should he do.

Why does the Jackdaw Sword Master do this?

From the confrontation between the two, it is not difficult to see that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master is overwhelming. In Roger's view, he is no longer a pure Sword Master.

Rather, it went a step further, reaching areas that Roger couldn't touch.

With this disparity in strength, the Jackdaw Sword Master at that time could easily chop off his head, but why, why did he drain his strength and exhaust his spirit, and then bring him into this strange place.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the doubts in his heart, Roger began to solve the problem in front of him.

The sky was bright, and under such circumstances, his own consciousness began to become hazy, as if something in his body was recovering.

Wake up your consciousness...

Strength...physical...spirit...

The experience and memory of this body are erasing my original consciousness, and now my real consciousness is falling into a state of chaos and exhaustion. If the last bit of mapping is erased...

Roger suddenly had a terrible thought, At that time, without memory and ego, me and this body will be one.

No, it is this body that will merge with me.

This is reversed, from mapping to the ontology, consciousness is reversed!

Roger's eyes widened sharply.

Will it be me who will recover at that time?

Eyelids jumped wildly.

Roger felt like he was getting close to the truth.

His purpose is not to kill me at all, but to obliterate my consciousness, and after the fusion is completed, he will completely swallow it and completely control my body!

Until then……

Occupied my body, possessed the most vivid vitality, and at the same time...

Spirit Sword Project!

His power is stored in that weapon!

Is this the truth of the entire Spirit Sword project?!

Using a weapon to manipulate a sword bearer is just a matter of expediency, all he wants is a body that really fits his heart.

Roger felt that there were still many problems that he had not sorted out.

what am I?

Could it be that before this, the Jackdaw Sword Master had not made a similar attempt?

If he failed, why was he sure that he would succeed in himself?

For so many years, the students of Sword Master Jackdaw have all died because of accidents. Was it really an accident, or was it just an accidental failure?

what do I do?

After discovering the truth of the matter, Roger calmed down. What he needs to consider now is not just escaping from this weird place.

And more important.

After escaping, how should he fight back?

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