Demon Hunter and His Hut - Chapter 839

Chapter 812

Hum!

The surrounding soul sea surged, and several vague figures changed from illusory to solid. They had faces exactly the same as those of the lord of the mist, but their temperament expressions were quite different.

“Then Siro, you actually left them.”

These are the parts of the past reincarnation that the Lord of the Mist has separated from him, and it is precisely because of their existence that the Lord of the Mist can break through the blockade of Ophelia at the last juncture.

“This is unexpected, and I am even more convinced that I can go home!”

The consciousness of the Lord of the Mist passed, and then the figures burst into pieces. They had completed their final mission, and at this time the Lord of the Mist had already rushed into the depths of Roger’s soul with all his strength.

boom!

The collision between the soul and the soul stirred the entire sea of mist to turbulence. There was almost no hesitation. Ophelia didn’t care about the wound on her face, she rushed to Roger’s side.

The arm pierced Roger’s chest like a sharp blade.

This was the last picture Roger saw, but at this time he was no longer in the mood to express Ophelia’s indifference and cruelty.

Because his soul was severely damaged by the impact of the Lord of the Mist, and it appeared to be fragmented on the spot, and then he also lost all sense of the body.

Pulled into the abyss in the laughter of the lord of the mist.

“Your soul is mine!”

The breath belonging to Roger gradually declined, replaced by another strange and powerful wave.

Ophelia’s arm was not as good as Roger’s chest, but she did not launch an attack again. The entire arm seemed to be integrated with Roger’s body.

There was a painful struggle on Roger’s face, and his expression became cold and distorted from time to time.

“what are you waiting for?”

Roger spit out the voice of the Lord of the Mist.

“Wait for me to fuse with this body, and then kill me?” Lord of the Mist sneered.

The tone of the voice changed sharply in the next second, “This is also in your plan?” Roger was speaking.

The voice was full of anger and unwillingness.

If everything happened in front of Ophelia’s prediction, then this woman’s mind is too terrifying.

“Stabilize your mind, we haven’t lost yet!”

“Also don’t be affected by him.” Ophelia said in a deep voice.

“Am I wrong?”

“After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill me.” The speaker once again changed to the Lord of the Mist.

But the expression on Ophelia’s face remained unchanged, and she didn’t know what she was preparing, but she kept encouraging Roger.

“Listen to Roger, you have to believe that these things that are happening now are accidents. I like to execute according to the plan, but I hate any accidents.”

“From what you know about me, it should not be difficult to guess that the current situation will never appear in my plan. This is too dangerous. If we fail, we will lose everything.”

“So you have to believe me, this is really just an accident!”

“Come calmly and feel the power I have passed on to you.” Ophelia continued to say.

“Because of the lessons learned, Siro will not completely devour your soul, because if you destroy your body in this way, he will die instantly.”

“So he will manipulate your body but will not fuse, and your soul can only be a bystander forever.”

Ophelia, took a deep breath.

“Think about your friends and lovers, if he gets all your memories and appears in front of them as you…”

At this point, she suddenly stopped, because as long as she had a normal imagination for what happened next, it was enough to make up for it.

“I’m not that boring.”

The Lord of the Mist spoke again.

“It’s really a pity that we didn’t stand on the same line, but it’s not too late.”

“I admit that I underestimated you before, thinking you were just a little stronger than the ant, and now your strength has been recognized by me.”

“So give up resistance, I promise you great freedom, and even let you leave with your friends. Also you don’t have to worry about the things Ophelia described will happen.”

“After all, I used to be a king with my own dignity, but now I just want to return to my country, don’t stop me, we are friends.”

“Hehe, become friends with a powerful Chaos Warlock as a demon hunter, huh…”

“All you have to do is to be happy.”

“Don’t believe him.”

“Your friends can’t go anywhere. They are not you. The interplanetary shuttle is enough to kill everyone. More importantly, leaving here, at the cost of everyone’s death, will they still be happy?”

Hearing this sentence Roger, the expression on his face suddenly solidified.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again, and his eyes regained temporary clarity.

“You won, let’s talk, what should I do?!”

Ophelia smiled with joy, “Let your body accept me. Our bodies are of the same origin. The only difference is that you have not reached the limit, and you cannot be as pure as me.”

“So take the initiative to accept me, and then I will help you seal him and seal it in your body.”

“What about me?”

“I’m sorry.” Ophelia shook her head.

“I don’t have to lie to you on this issue. The confrontation on the soul is extremely dangerous. I can’t just seal him and release you.”

“So you will be imprisoned in this body with him forever.”

“Haha.” Roger couldn’t help but sneered.

“Is this a soul death in some sense?”

“If you have to think so, then yes.”

In the long silence, the expression on Roger’s face changed continuously, and he almost collapsed several times.

“let’s start.”

Roger’s eyes darkened, and he made the final choice.

In the next second, Ophelia’s power began to spread across Roger’s body.

They started from the chest, quickly passed through the shoulders, rushed to the neck and wrapped Roger’s face, until finally, when Ophelia’s power was about to seal Roger’s eyes.

“I hope my death is meaningful, and at least give them stability…”

“Don’t worry, I will do what I say.”

“Give me some time, I can transform your body, let him be as close to you as possible, if so, when your body returns to that world.”

“I don’t think your friends will notice too many anomalies. They will just feel that they haven’t seen it for a long time, and you have changed a little.”

“So in their hearts, you are still alive.”

Ophelia replied.

Roger opened his mouth, but at this time he had lost the ability to speak, and the emotion in his eyes flashed away.

The next moment Roger’s body was completely sealed.

In the tide of the soul, Roger’s body undulates, his expression is dull, his body is stiff, almost indistinguishable from a stone statue.

“it is finally over.”

Ophelia gave a relieved smile.

She held up Roger’s body casually, “The seal needs to be reinforced, but you can rest assured, I will do what I promised you.”

At this time, in the depths of Roger’s soul, all the fighting stopped.

Because the two of them have become prisoners in this soul world, and if they continue to fight, it doesn’t make any sense whether they win or lose.

“Fool, you idiot!”

“You wasted your power.”

In the clash of souls, the Lord of the Mist should have the absolute upper hand, but with the influx of Ophelia’s power, while strengthening Roger’s body power, his soul power also has explosive growth.

This made Roger barely resist the attack of the Lord of the Mist, and then he had the seal that followed.

“You dirty bastards, shouldn’t exist in this world!”

“Why are you sending you here?”

“I’m about to succeed, as long as I find my way home, the rest…”

“You have your obsession, and I have my pursuit.”

Roger threw away the broken sword in his hand, ignored the injuries on his body, turned and walked away.

“Where are you going?” the lord of the mist roared.

“There must be a way, as long as I kill you, I might kill you…”

He clenched his fist, but it didn’t take long before he put it down.

In the world of the soul, time seems to be extraordinarily meaningless, and I don’t know how long it has passed before the Lord of the Mist suddenly heard a jingling sound.

He looked for his voice, and through the thin mist, behind a pure lake, the young figure seemed to be mending something.

“What are you doing?” His question got no answer.

But as time passed, a vague prototype gradually emerged behind the young man.

It seems to be a wooden house.

“The soul world has been sealed, and it is impossible for him to get the support of any outside power!” The Lord of the Mist opened his eyes wide.

Everything in front of him is beyond the scope of his understanding.

Although it is unbelievable, the fuzzy rudiment gradually became compacted, with foundations, walls, doors and roofs.

A simple wooden house gradually took shape.

“how did you do it?”

The Lord of the Mist asked again the doubt in his heart.

At this moment, Roger finally stopped his movements and raised his head for the first time.

There is no anxiety in his eyes, no despair, just the calmness of the lake, but this calmness is not numbness to the future, but simply immersed in the silence of the self-world.

“I have no idea.”

“All this happened naturally.” Roger replied.

The last time he was promoted, he was blown up because of powerful forces pouring into the hut, but these forces did not disappear, but permeated the depths of Roger’s soul.

In the past experience, every promotion was inseparable from plunder, but this time with his soul sealed, Roger was able to sink his heart and feel himself quietly.

If the outer sea of souls is the evolution of the external power of the Lord of the Mist, then this is the foundation of Roger.

The broken sword in his hand and the wooden planks he found easily are all his own connection with the world.

Patch installation.

Roger remembered his experience on the island, and now he found his own “plank” in the messy rules, and then built his own house.

It’s not a piece of glue, Roger has a clear understanding of this.

He does not have five rings, and he has forgotten the power he once possessed.

And now, the wooden house in front of him is his body, everything he belongs to.

Not only that, when Roger settled down and focused on the things in front of him, he seemed to be able to feel the group of people living in Kyle Morhan.

There seems to be Chloe’s complaint.

Roger is here, but it seems to be everywhere.

After a long silence, the lord of the mist stared at the young man in front of him, and slowly the expression on his face began to change, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

Finally he bent down and sat on the ground in a posture that did not match his identity.

“Do you want to leave here?”

“No.” Roger replied without looking up.

The Lord of the Mist is speechless for a while.

“Demon hunter, you have to figure out your identity!”

“It should be you who didn’t figure this out.”

Roger raised his head.

“I have seen two people trapped in a world of shadows. The long imprisonment has caused strange changes in their personalities.”

“I think no one knows the power of time better than you. He will change everything. You choose to sit and talk to me now, but maybe one day you will take the initiative to ask me.”

“Not even talking, maybe I will beat you up.”

After speaking, Roger stood up, pushed the door and walked into his wooden house, leaving the Lord of the Mist standing alone.

“Time…time.”

Roger’s ignorance made the Lord of the Mist nowhere to vent his emotions. He gritted his teeth and got up and returned to the place where he had stayed.

Time is meaningless here, but for Roger and the others, it is real.

Roger was fascinated by the construction of the wooden house. Whenever he calmed down and emptied himself, he seemed to be able to feel those familiar breaths.

Therefore, compared with the Lord of the Mist, he is much more calm.

The area of the wooden house began to increase, and other facilities were added to the lake. When these things were a little bit more, Roger felt that he was stronger.

Slowly, Roger became stronger and stronger, but the Lord of the Mist declined.

Roger knows that his strength comes from the sorting out of existing rules on the one hand, and more importantly, the training base he once built.

Those insignificant demon hunters, each may be very small, but they can be gathered together, and they can even allow Roger to gain support in the seal.

So as water without roots, the decline of the Lord of the Mist has become inevitable.

One day Roger will be strong enough to kill him easily.

So one day.

Let’s just think that there is a concept of heaven here.

Because the Lord of the Mist found that the young man always lived a regular life, when he finished his work, it meant the end of the day.

And when he opened the door, it meant a new day began.

The lord of the mist came to the door of the hunter’s hut again, but compared with the previous meeting, there were more gardens, more rocking chairs, and countless other facilities.

Except that there was no sunrise or sunset, he even vaguely heard the roar of bears and wolves coming from the bushes behind the hut.

All the changes completely exceeded his understanding, but at this time the Lord of the Mist was in no mood to think about it.

He took the initiative and rang the bell hanging in front of the door.

Jingle Bell.

The monotonous sound sounded extremely pleasing now.

Creak.

The door was pushed aside from inside, and Roger appeared in front of the Lord of the Mist with a cat in his arms.

cat……

Why are there cats here?

The thoughts flickered, and the lord of the mist settled.

“I feel it, in your room…” He stared into Roger’s eyes.

“You know the way home, don’t you?”

Roger did not answer. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief.

“really.”

“The answer has always been with you, I even ignored it.” He shook his head dejectedly.

Roger didn’t say anything, and stepped back and reached out to grasp the handle on the door.

“Wait a minute.”

The expression of the lord of the mist became solemn.

“Let’s make a deal.”

“Not interested.” Roger refused without hesitation.

“Then let’s make a bet.”

“Whenever I can give you the chips first.”

As he said, he reached out and thrust his hand into his chest.

“My bargaining chip is my soul!”

“It’s my life.”

Divine light throbbed in the eyes of the Lord of the Mist.

“This is a gamble that you are destined not to lose.”

Roger stopped.

“What are you betting on?”