Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 411

Chapter 408 Please Choose a Way of Death

The space in the room is not large, there is no furniture other than wooden beds and chairs, and no furnishings and personal objects can be seen.

Clean and tidy.

Ordinary people can’t see any clues.

“Strange, the other rooms in the castle are all run-down, why only here is kept clean and tidy, as if it has been inhabited all the time.”

Gewei said suspiciously, and she turned around abruptly as she spoke.

“door!”

Roger followed the sound and saw that just where they had just entered, the original broken wooden doors had been gathered again, and it seemed that there was no difference between them.

Except for the color of the door.

It’s not red like blood, but just ordinary wood color.

“Crack.”

Roger stepped forward and opened the wooden door.

The warm sun shone on his face.

This is the last afterglow of the sun, which is not dazzling but can make people feel comfortable temperature.

In the distance is a flat lake, and the fiery red sunlight illuminates the lake like a magnificent ruby.

On a lounger by the lake, an old figure from the back was sitting quietly holding a fishing rod.

Before Roger could speak, the old man sitting in the chair lowered his voice, “Shhh…Don’t talk.”

“The fish has bitten on the hook!”

He tilted his head, as if he could really hear the sound coming from underwater.

The fish opened its mouth and swallowed the bait. The soft lips of the fish were pierced by the sharp hook. In the next second, the old man’s wrist was shaking, the fishing rod was raised high, and a big fish was thrown up in the air. When it fell, it was accurate The ground fell into the fish tube.

The old man’s other sleeve was empty. He put down the fishing rod, bent over and picked up the lid of the bucket, covering the struggling fish.

Roger could see clearly that there were exactly three fish in the barrel.

He looked back at the wooden house behind him, and seemed to understand something.

The old man turned around and looked at the three of Rogers.

“You had a chance.”

There was a trace of regret in his eyes.

“What opportunity?” Henrik asked.

“A chance to live.”

“That cute bird…” He glanced at Gewei, “Maybe it’s all destiny.”

Roger’s pupils shrank slightly, and it seemed that when he was in Arthur’s tomb, the old man in front of him might have noticed something.

He didn’t make a move at the time, maybe because he was afraid of exposing himself, but after going around and around, everything went back to the original point, maybe it was really what he said.

“What should I call you?”

“Bedwell.”

The three of them were breathing stagnantly.

“The first and final knights.”

Gewei bit her lip, “My brother inherited the name of Tristan, and only a few days later, I was lucky enough to meet another knight of the inheritance.”

“And he seems to be planning to kill us.”

“What about the so-called chivalry virtues?”

“Just because we discovered your secret?”

“You collect the secrets of ordinary people’s souls by the tomb of Arthur?”

Gewei clenched her fists. What happened to Grace made it difficult for him to have any good feelings for the Legacy Knights and the Knights of the Round Table.

“Your brother became a heritage knight?”

Bedwell sighed.

“That’s something more desperate than death.”

“hehe.”

“Honorable Knights of the Round Table.”

Bedwell squeezed the fishing rod in his hand, and when he raised his hand, the fishing rod had already turned into a cold sword.

“You don’t have to do it with us at all.”

Roger pursed his lips slightly. “Although everything you did in the castle looks terrible, it didn’t hurt too many lives. Even if we say it, it won’t affect you in any way.”

Bedwell shook his head stubbornly.

“You don’t understand, you don’t understand what the inheritance knight represents, and you don’t understand what kind of identity I play here.”

“There is no so-called inheritance at all, right?”

Gewei shouted, “The so-called successor is just a container to contain the original knight’s soul!”

Bedwell smiled, “This is not a secret among high-level transcendents, but it has nothing to do with whether I should kill you.”

“Does an elephant need a reason to trample an ant?”

“I can only blame you for bad luck…”

Before he could say anything, a icy arrow shot from a distance.

Bedwell waved his hand gently, and the long sword in his hand smashed Henrik’s sneak attack.

“A second-tier blood mystery witch, a second-tier blood hunter.”

“And you…”

His eyes fell on Roger.

“Weird little guy, you may have some trump cards, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, everything is meaningless.”

Bedwell stepped out, a fiery flame ignited on the weapon in his hand.

“Although I am old, I can kill you…”

“One sword is enough!”

“Huh!”

The flames blocked the entire space, and in an instant, the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance was covered by the brilliance of this sword!

But in this flame, a figure stepped out.

Roger did not know when he was put on a black tight-fitting combat suit. He ignored the burning flames around him, and the cursed sword stood on the path of Bedwell’s attack.

“You may be an elephant.”

Roger sneered.

“But we are not ants that are trampled on?!”

“Your power?”

There was a trace of surprise on Bedwell’s face. He glanced away, and the young man in front of him was not a second-order pretending to be a ghost.

It’s the third order!

Bedwell is obviously a swordsman who is good at close combat. Although Roger’s comprehensive strength has reached Tier 3, his physical fitness has now become a temporary shortcoming.

It’s okay to fight monsters, but you can face a guy like Bedwell who has a strong physique, terrifying energy and superb swordsmanship.

A little defect in physical fitness will be infinitely magnified and become an irreparable loophole.

The battle suit transformed from the cloak suddenly tightened, and dark energy poured into the cursed sword. Roger did not hesitate to activate an ability that comes with the cursed sword.

[Blood Feast]: When the evil spirit enveloping the sword reaches saturation and the curse power is activated, the dark energy will stimulate the user’s body, causing it to explode with power far beyond normal.

While improving the attack power, it can quickly recover the injury of the holder, but this process will accelerate the erosion of the body and mind of the holder by the dark energy.

Roger yelled, his physical fitness almost doubled under the erosion of dark energy!

The edges of his cheeks were densely covered with blood veins like spider webs, his pupils became almost black, and the blood vessels around his eyes were almost torn apart, making him look like an evil spirit crawling out of the abyss.

“This weapon?” Bedwell was shocked.

The killing intent in Roger’s chest burst out like substance, and the power in his body exploded, slamming on it.

“In the old castle, you play all of us between applause, let us give a show according to the script you wrote.”

Driven by the violent force, Bedwell’s body receded, Roger’s aura was like a rainbow.

“Now I have prepared my story for you.”

After a short charge, Roger roared.

【Qianjun】

boom!

As if hit by a shell, Bedwell flew more than ten meters away, and crashed into the distant lake with a loud noise.

The water was rippling, and the lake water coated with a layer of red scattered like blood.

Roger let out a breath.

Black smoke filled the nose and mouth.

“The course of the story is not important.”

“The important thing is the ending.”

“I have prepared 15 ways to die for you…”

“Thank you for choosing one!”