Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 157 - The Gatekeeper (10)
Chapter 157 -157: The Gatekeeper (10) Chapter 157 -157: The Gatekeeper (10) Just then, Ingmar’s voice came from the cellar, “Hathaway, be careful—the monster is about to break in!”
Upon hearing Ingmar’s words, Roger’s expression changed slightly. Evil Spirits themselves do not possess much combat abilities; their power comes entirely from Mental Disturbances.
If Ingmar is with Hathaway…
Both of them would become very dangerous.
“Strange, Hathaway is a Spirit Medium, and although her combat strength is not as good as an Exorcist’s, she naturally has more advantages than Demon Hunters when facing ghosts and spirits.”
“Even if Ingmar could be affected, she should be able to resist the Evil Spirit’s assault.”
Roger suddenly thought of something, and with a swift motion, he activated the materials in his hand. At the same time, the Array that surrounded the house was triggered.
The moment the Array was activated, Roger kicked in the door, blocking it with his body as he leaped inside!
In a corner of the cellar, Ingmar was speaking to someone sideways. Suddenly, upon seeing Roger barge in, she raised her gun without hesitation.
Bang Bang!
The bullets hit the thick oak plank. Roger, with both hands exerting force, charged like a black bear.
“Snap out of it!”
Thump!
The space in the cellar was narrow, and Ingmar was slammed against the wall behind her, her gun flying out of her hand.
Roger’s face turned somewhat grim. He looked around; besides himself and Ingmar, Hathaway was nowhere to be seen in the cellar.
“This Evil Spirit’s abilities are very strange, to be under its attack and still continue to be affected.”
Just now, Roger had activated the Array he had set up before coming inside, but nothing had happened within the enveloped area of the Array.
This could only mean that the Evil Spirit was not in there.
It had lured Ingmar to separate her from Hathaway.
And now, the place where Hathaway was, must be its actual hiding spot.
Even after being attacked by Roger, Ingmar seemed not to have woken from her dazed state, still talking to the air next to her, “Hathaway is hiding behind me!”
She then turned and glared at Roger, “Get away, don’t you dare hurt my daughter!”
The scene was exceedingly eerie.
Roger had no choice but to step forward and knock Ingmar out. Picking up the gun from the ground, he hoisted the woman onto his shoulder and rushed quickly out of the building.
His and Henrik’s attention had been focused on the giant monster just before, not paying attention to Hathaway and Ingmar.
It was only after hearing Ingmar’s cries that he turned and saw Ingmar rush into this house.
Now thinking back, Ingmar had already been influenced by the Evil Spirit before that.
“But where is Hathaway?”
Roger dashed out of the house, towards where Henrik’s arm was soaked with blood, and his movement had slowed down a lot.
Although he was wounded, the giant monster had not fared any better; its face had a deep dent, and its neck and torso were peppered with bullet holes.
“Son of a bitch, come lick my ass!”
Hearing Henrik’s robust shouting, Roger couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The buildings around were very similar in style, each house at first glance not much different from the next, and Roger truly did not know where to start searching.
Just then, a spark of Spiritual Light flashed in his mind. Roger relaxed his mental defenses, carrying Ingmar as he swiftly moved.
“If I can’t find you, then I’ll make you come to me!”
His spiritual power that had been gathered dissipated in his mind, and Roger lowered his guard to the minimum, believing that in this state, the Evil Spirit would definitely not be able to resist as long as he got close.
It should have been Hathaway who first noticed his approach, but for some reason, she hadn’t managed to inform everyone in time, and shortly after, Ingmar was affected.
But because of Hathaway’s interference, Ingmar hadn’t completely fallen into the Illusionary Realm created by the Evil Spirit, but was instead influenced by its special abilities and had entered an illusion of her own making.
This Evil Spirit displayed very particular abilities, not at all comparable to those that simply attacked on instinct.
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Before being changed by this world, it couldn’t even be considered a Specter; at best, it was just a lingering attachment left by the house.
It’s unimaginable, if a Monster Spirit had undergone this kind of change, just how terrifying it would become.
Even while carrying Ingmar on his shoulder, Roger’s speed was still very fast, and it wasn’t long before he had combed through the surrounding area.
“Damn it, what the hell are you doing!”
Henrik, who was in the distance, saw Roger’s action and couldn’t help but curse out loud.
“Are you planning to drag me to death and enjoy three women by yourself?!”
Henrik dodged the giant monster’s final attack, then leaped onto its spine and climbed to the top, pressing his gun against the monster’s battered head.
Bang bang bang!
Blood splattered as the giant monster’s head burst open completely, and Henrik was too exhausted to rise.
At that moment, Roger’s mind slightly sunk, and the scene before his eyes dispersed like a scroll.
Just as his consciousness was about to be pulled into it, a burst of spiritual light shone from his eyes, and the spiritual power wandering in his mind converged.
Roger forcibly extracted himself from the illusion and turned around to look at a house not far away.
“Found you!”
He casually threw Ingmar towards Henrik.
“Catch!”
“Don’t come over!”
Roger gripped the Steel Sword soaked with Evil Spirit Oil, kicked open the house door, and rushed at top speed into the basement cellar.
In the dim room, a shadow tightly enveloped Hathaway; she struggled valiantly, her eyes the only part of her still lucid, as Evil Spirits invaded her mouth, nose, and ears!
“Die!”
All the pent-up emotion erupted, and Roger swung his Steel Sword, stirring it into the body of the Evil Spirit like a whirlwind.
Accompanied by a silent scream, the Evil Spirit’s body burst apart, seemingly intending to flee the place.
“Cough cough!”
Rescued, Hathaway gasped for air heavily.
“Don’t let her escape!”
“And destroy that coffin!”
“She can’t escape!”
Roger sheathed his sword and gave the blade a second oil spray.
He snorted coldly and drew his sword from its sheath.
The Steel Sword in his hand danced rapidly, flinging the soaked Evil Spirit Oil as it moved.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
A sound akin to burning oil on skin filled the air, as the dispersed body of the Evil Spirit was hit by the flung Evil Spirit Oil.
The next second, Roger’s Steel Sword whirled into it, grinding the Evil Spirit to dust!
Immediately afterward, Roger charged into the dark chamber beneath the cellar, his Steel Sword piercing through the bones in the coffin, and amid screams, the Evil Spirit was completely annihilated, leaving only a heart-shaped necklace inside the coffin.
“It’s finally over.”
Roger helped Hathaway to her feet, but before he could catch his breath, he heard Henrik’s shout from outside.
“Roger, another statue has burst open!”
As Roger rushed out of the house with Hathaway, what he saw was a mass of black mist congealing above the courtyard.
Although it hadn’t fully formed, the might exhibited by the creature within was several times that of the previous giant monster!
“I’ve already killed the so-called gatekeeper, what now? When can we leave this place?”
Roger asked urgently.
Henrik’s face fell, “I only read it from the Hunters Guild documents, as to how long…”
Boom!
A terrible crash sounded as the black mist smashed onto the ground in the distance.
Henrik’s complexion changed, “Run!”
Before his words fell, he had already carried Ingmar and sprinted over 20 meters away!
