Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 192 - Voodoo Queen (3)
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Voodoo Queen (3)
Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Voodoo Queen (3)
From the very start of the battle, Roger had no intention of going head-to-head with Arlo and the others.
He was well aware of his strengths and their weaknesses, and although he also longed for a thrilling fight, it was more important to kill the enemy and protect himself!
His continuous pursuit only amplified the anxiety in Joseph and the others, so when Roger finally showed his intentions, it completely triggered their emotions.
Both of them used methods to tap into their potential, Joseph managed alright, but Arlo truly fought as if it were her last battle.
The combat power she now displayed was probably much stronger than in her normal state.
Against such an enemy, even if Roger could win, he would surely pay a heavy price in the end.
Killing Arlo wouldn’t mean the end of everything.
Roger guessed he was trapped in the Cursed Land, facing unknown battles and struggling to escape with grave injuries.
His chances of surviving and leaving were extremely low.
Killing the opponent with the least cost was what he should do.
He was a Demon Hunter.
Not a Samurai.
He should drag it out, waiting for the state affecting Arlo and her companion to end, not sacrifice his life in a so-called fair fight.
Seeing Arlo chase into the thick of the trees, with no hesitation, Joseph picked up his staff and ran towards the distance.
He no longer wanted to be involved in the fight that followed; since Arlo was willing to fight to the death, then let it be a fight to the finish.
As long as he could return to the core area, he could regroup and even call for stronger combat power.
After running a certain distance…
A cold hum came from above his head.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Joseph desperately tried to burst forth, but a wave of emptiness swept through his body, followed by a chill on his neck.
As the world spun, he saw a gush of blood spurting from his body and the young man with an indifferent face, holding a sword in both hands.
In the last moments before his vision faded, a pang of regret surged in his heart.
“In the end, I still didn’t manage it, mother, I’ve let you down.”
Flicking the blood off the sword, Roger turned around.
In the distance,
Arlo’s body charged at him in a violent manner, but as the distance closed, her momentum grew weaker and weaker.
By the time she was within ten meters of Roger, faint cracks had already appeared on her face.
“Ah!”
Arlo let out a desperate roar, but first the bone staff in her hand disintegrated, and then the cracks on her body grew larger and larger.
Until the repressed injuries finally burst forth completely.
“I refuse to accept this!”
“I am a Waning Moon Witch, and you’re just a despicable, incompetent Demon Hunter!”
“I can’t lose, how could I possibly lose?”
“I still want to become a New Moon Witch, to become a Full Moon Witch.”
“Even to touch upon the Dawn!”
“No!”
“Swoosh!”
The answer she received was Roger’s clean and precise thrust.
The tip of the sword pierced through Arlo’s forehead and out the back of her skull.
The witch’s cries of agony ceased abruptly.
Roger, with an indifferent face, withdrew his Steel Sword.
“That’s how I killed Mansu.”
“And you’re no different!”
Boom!
The next moment, the accumulated damage and backlash erupted, blasting Arlo into pieces, with her shriveled body scarcely bleeding.
Sheathing his sword, Roger briefly cleaned up the battlefield, quietly concealing his tracks, and headed in the direction Joseph had fled.
If he wasn’t mistaken, crossing this mountain should bring him to the core area of the whole place.
There, perhaps, lay the opportunity to leave.
But what Roger didn’t know was that when Arlo died, a heart-wrenching scream echoed in some place in the real world.
“No…”
“Sister!”
Julianne clutched her chest tightly, the pain emanating from her heart was so intense.
This unique agony made her realize something, the woman she had always tormented was dead.
“What’s going on?”
“Isn’t she in the Cursed Land?”
“Who killed her?”
“Who?!”
“Miss Julianne!”
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Hearing the voice from the room, witches knocked on the door, but what they saw was Julianne with blood seeping from her eyes.
“Prepare the carriage, I must go to the Cursed Land!”
Julianne jumped out of bed naked, but at that moment, a flurry of footsteps came from downstairs, and a witch came to the door and said gravely.
“Miss Julianne, the teacher requests your immediate presence!”
Within the Voodoo Association, everyone called the Voodoo Queen ‘teacher’.
“Miss Julianne, we…”
“Go to the teacher’s place!”
Julianne wiped the blood from her face, “Send someone to the Cursed Land, there must be trouble; Arlo is dead.”
“Find Joseph and find out what exactly happened.”
“That woman wouldn’t have been foolish enough to explore the peripheral areas of the Cursed Land and then provoke the creatures inside, right?”
After hesitating for a moment, Julianne added.
“If Joseph is also dead, concentrate all forces to seal off the core area; before I arrive, no creature is permitted to come close.”
“And no one is allowed to leave either!”
As she spoke, she walked outside, the night draping a veil over her, so by the time she reached the door, she was clad in a black outfit with white trim.
When Julianne got downstairs, the car was already prepared, and she rode through the night to a grand manor’s gates.
Getting out of the car and approaching the main entrance, a woman came forward to greet her.
“Wait a moment, the teacher is receiving an important guest.”
“An important guest?”
In the face of this woman, Julianne was much restrained.
“Sean.”
“A real big shot sent by the Hunters Guild.”
“Is he here to warn us?”
Julianne’s pupils constricted, and the woman across from her nodded slightly in response.
“How ridiculous, they’re powerless against the Spellcasters with backing and strength, and now they’re resorting to us as their targets?”
Julianne let out a cold laugh.
“The die is cast. The Spellcasters’ departure is inevitable, and with only the support of Bloodline Holders, the Hunters Guild exists in name only.”
The woman opposite sighed softly.
“The real outcome still hinges on the Blood Hunter Family’s choice, for to them, ordinary Demon Hunters are but cannon fodder and burdens.”
“If they too break away.”
“Then the Hunters Guild…”
“Snap!”
A noise came from a distance, and the two wisely closed their mouths, retreating quietly to stand in a dark corner.
“Have a good journey, Mr. Sean.”
A charming voice was heard.
“I hope the next time we meet, you will be at Full Moon again, brushing up against the light of Dawn.”
“Certainly.”
The car started, and the sound gradually faded into the distance.
In the darkness, a tall figure walked slowly towards them; Julianne and her companion stepped out of the shadows, bowing their heads.
“Teacher!”
“Come with me.”
Julianne raised her head to look at the indescribably beautiful woman in front of her, the renowned Voodoo Queen, Cassandra.
She was the most beautiful woman in the entire region of Bordeaux.
This was not flattery, but a consensus among all who had seen Cassandra.
