Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 100 - Fire!

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Fire!

Roger’s face changed slightly.

“Has it discovered me?”

He felt a tinge of strangeness within him, as the straight-line distance between them was exceedingly great, and he had been standing obediently in place, making not the slightest noise.

However, while he thought this, Roger didn’t stop moving his feet. The creature before him clearly wasn’t easy to deal with, and there were a bunch of people standing around; Betty’s strength was unknown.

But that middle-aged woman…

Roger quickly retreated backward.

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It was better not to wade into these murky waters so easily; it was the sort of thing that should be reported to Henrik, to save that guy from always focusing his energy on the wrong things.

“Roar!”

The branches and vines friction, surprisingly producing a growl similar to that of a wild beast.

This thing obviously wasn’t shooting in the dark; its huge body moved forward, actually rushing toward the direction Roger had been departing.

Betty stretched out her hand, attempting to stop the monster but was held back by the middle-aged woman beside her.

“An accidental intruder; in any case, not one of our clansmen. Let it go. Its rebirth should be watered with fresh blood.”

“This is precisely the strength of the Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique, where carefully nurtured souls combine with vines cultivated using Voodoo Skill.”

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“Although it is not a living creature, it is not that simple and clumsy puppet creature either; it possesses a certain self-recognition ability, which will make your initial control much easier.”

The middle-aged woman’s face relaxed.

“It will bring the prey right before our eyes.”

At this time, Roger had already run to the lakeside and leaped into the water.

His swimming skills were only average, but now that he was full of energy, his speed in the water was also extremely fast.

While swimming forward, Roger glanced back distractedly.

The green creature reached the lakeside, its body contorted, fell into the water, and surprisingly floated entirely on the surface.

“This guy is originally made of wood…”

Unable to escape for the moment, Roger knew he could not stay in the water any longer.

All his skills lay in close combat; entangled with this monster in the water, he stood no chance of winning.

Instead of swimming down the lake, Roger swam towards the opposite shore. Behind him, the sprawling creature was rapidly approaching.

“What the hell is this thing?”

Searching through his memory, Roger failed to find anything similar; just then, a gust of wind came forth,

Roger hurriedly dodged to one side. However, his speed was inevitably slower in the water, and his shoulder ached with pain as blood dispersed in the water.

Glancing back, one of the monster’s vine-arms rapidly retracted, then lifted high and fell again.

This time, Roger was prepared, evading the attack ahead of time, then taking a deep breath, he burst forth from the water!

The dark shrubs were close at hand, and at the same time, the monster closed in on Roger. Spinning in the darkness, Roger drew the Steel Sword from his back the moment he broke through the water’s surface.

Clang!

A huge force hit, and he was swept out of the water, landing on the shore not far away.

Once landed, Roger didn’t hesitate; his body maneuvered swiftly.

Thump, thump, thump!

The ground was pierced to form a shallow pit; the creature’s two hands were thrust into the trees at the shore, then with a forceful pull, it dragged its huge body out of the water.

Shaking off the water droplets on his head, Roger held the sword with both hands, fixating on the monster opposite him.

He knew the battle of the night had just begun!

The shrubbery behind him was still relatively open, giving Roger the opportunity to take a Night Cat Potion. The dim shrubs suddenly became as bright as day, and the details of the monster’s body were clearly revealed before his eyes.

“The doll-shaped heart fragment that Betty spit out must be its vulnerability.”

Roger carefully maintained the distance between them, diligently searching the opponent’s body.

This monster didn’t have proper facial features; one could only vaguely distinguish its head, torso, and limbs.

Even more bizarre was the fact that, since its body was entirely composed of vines, it wasn’t limited by a human skeleton.

If he fought according to conventional thinking, he would definitely suffer a significant disadvantage.

Just as Roger was searching for its weak point, the creature launched an attack first.

It swept its arm, extending the vines like whips, producing a muffled whooshing sound in the air

Roger didn’t take the hit head-on; his feet rapidly sprung forward, moving as nimbly as a Night Cat, and as he rushed forward his Steel Sword cut through the air!

The power built up layer by layer, eventually concentrating in his wrist.

Swish!

The Steel Sword under the moonlight was as cold as water, easily severing the monster’s vine that had been swept towards him.

However, after a successful hit, Roger’s face didn’t show much surprise; the resistance he felt from his Steel Sword made his heart secretly alarmed.

If this thing wasn’t cultivated using a special method, then it must have been affected by witchcraft power during its formation, altering its internal structure.

Its toughness and hardness were many times greater than that of ordinary vines.

Seizing the opportunity, Roger closed the distance between them; the monster’s thrown vine retracted, and its other hand opened, the intertwined branches forming a net that surged towards Roger.

He was moving too fast forward, and it was too late to dodge now.

“Focus!”

“Burst!”

The monster’s movements suddenly seemed slow in his eyes, his muscles rippling, his strength twisting into a cord; the agility and swiftness of Night Cat Swordsmanship merged into one.

The white light shimmered like water.

A point of light suddenly emerged in the night.

Roger cleaved through the main trunk of the net, followed by three consecutive slashes, while his entire body, using the momentum of his charge, had drawn close to the side of the beast.

Ducking to avoid a sweep, Roger sheathed his sword; a high concentration of flammable liquid was evenly sprayed on the blade.

This substance was something Roger had found while staying at Henrik’s place, and all he had in his hand now was Evil Spirit Oil, which was originally only poured into one of the grooves for appearances’ sake.

Who would have thought that it could come into play here?

The Steel Sword was drawn from its sheath.

A steel pin on the cuff rubbed against the Sword Spine, a spark appeared, and the entire sword burst into flames!

The burning flames startled not just the monster but also drew the attention of Betty and the middle-aged woman in the distance.

To them, killing an ordinary person was merely a matter of minutes, but the fire in the distance alerted them that something was amiss.

“Something’s wrong!”

“Summon it back quickly!”

The middle-aged woman shouted sternly.

Betty concentrated her mind, utilizing a special connection in the ether to transmit the message in her mind.

The monster’s arms stretched out, its body spinning like a top, Roger fought fiercely but could only retreat.

After repelling Roger, it didn’t launch another attack but instead turned and rushed towards a nearby lake.

Without their master’s driving force, the vine monster’s combat strength was naturally greatly reduced; Roger wasn’t about to miss such an opportunity, his legs powering him forward as he charged swiftly.

“Since you’re already here, then stay!”

As he spoke, the flaming Steel Sword had already struck the monster’s back!