Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1041 - 747: The Long-Awaited Power of the Earth_2

Chapter 1041: Chapter 747: The Long-Awaited Power of the Earth_2

Like a Prophet, Olivia’s hand landed precisely on Roger’s shoulder, as if the two had rehearsed beforehand. Between her striking and landing, Olivia went through a bizarre transformation.

This transformation was completely illogical.

Yet it precisely anticipated Roger’s movement trajectory.

"You cannot escape."

"No one can escape from my grasp." In the latter part of her words, Olivia’s tone was filled with undoubted confidence.

With a slight shake of his shoulder, Roger tried to escape from Olivia’s palm using special force techniques, but each of his movements, even the dozens of changes within a second, could not evade Olivia’s judgment.

No, this could no longer be called judgment.

Having studied with Sword Master Cold Crow, Roger believed his comprehension of swordsmanship surpassed that of most Transcendents, and he could even be confidently assertive that in countless worlds, only a very few could reach a similar level as he did.

Though pure swordsmen who could surpass him might indeed exist, the likelihood of encountering one was distressingly low.

All laws are interconnected, so even in bare-handed combat, Roger was now much more formidable.

Olivia might be considered a genius, but the possibility of surpassing him in close combat was extremely low.

To achieve this...

Combining Tristramy’s ability, "You foresaw my attacks?"

Roger asked as he struggled to break free.

"It’s not foresight."

"Those attacks were destined to happen, that was the preordained reality."

Olivia responded, not minding at all her soul ability being exposed.

"There’s no such thing as destiny."

Roger sneered.

"Eliminate all possibilities, and what remains is the only truth."

Golden threads flashed through Olivia’s eyes.

"I can’t manipulate the threads of fate like my teacher, but in combat, few of the same level can definitely defeat me."

A proud expression was on her beautiful doll-like face.

"Hand over the treasure you stole. You left the Soul Realm before me, but didn’t return to the real world until now."

"So where have you been during this time? What have you done?"

Olivia speculated that Roger’s late return was because he used special methods to hide or transfer the treasure stolen from Tristramy.

This speculation was actually reasonable, but Roger didn’t respond at all. The next moment, his hands were completely controlled, and then a strange energy constrained the soul’s amplification to his body.

For an ordinary Transcendent, it was equivalent to being captured.

"Where is it?"

Olivia pressed further.

Clap clap clap!

Suddenly, there was a light sound from the top of the tower, and several figures appeared upon the roof. The rooftop glass distorted their shapes, adding a touch of eeriness under the noon sun.

"Please open the tower’s defenses; we’re here to assist under orders."

A deep voice came through, and Olivia recognized the person as Dominican, the Executive Officer of nearby Solitary Summit City, who was recently visiting.

As a trade city, Solitary Summit City always advocated peaceful resolutions to conflicts with the kingdom, and essentially did not belong to Olivia’s faction.

Yet he was the first to arrive for support.

The so-called oath could indeed make him overlook his previous stance.

"I have captured him, but haven’t found the item. I need to go to a safe place to prepare the ritual anew, and then bring his soul to meet the teacher."

Even with the so-called oath’s support, those assisting who appeared were not ones Olivia could trust.

She didn’t want to face any attacks when she returned.

The entire Federation didn’t seem as united as it appeared on the surface, and many harbored improper thoughts towards her.

"What, you’ve caught him!"

A voice came through consciousness.

"Prepare immediately, bring his soul to meet me; wait, before starting the ritual, find a way to separate his body and soul, and let him remain forever in the Soul Realm."

"But the surroundings are not safe."

"Rest assured, with my commands, no one will dare touch you." Tristramy said anxiously; she was impatient to see that guy.

"It seems that even if unable to leave the Soul Realm, the influence of the Immortal is pervasive." Roger said with some emotion.

If it hadn’t been for an accident that delayed him a bit, he surely would have returned to reality before Olivia, and when Olivia got back, he might have already left the city.

"Please remove the barrier; we will follow the instructions to assist you in completing the whole ritual, and most importantly, before everything begins, we need to separate his soul and then completely destroy his body."

The voice of Dominica rang out once more, clearly he had received new instructions.

Olivia felt a moment of hesitation in her heart; even with the promise of the Immortal, she was unwilling to let her safety be exposed to the control of others.

Moreover, Tristramy was not the only Immortal. If some accident truly occurred, no matter what Tristramy might be willing to do for her, what was lost was destined to never be recovered.

This was the bottom line for a High-Tier Transcendent.

"What are you hesitating about?"

Tristramy’s voice echoed in her consciousness once again. After a few irritated reprimands, she suddenly calmed down.

"Open the tower’s defense barrier, then hand Roger over to Dominica and the others; leave the rest to them—they’ll help me handle it."

Pressing her lips together lightly, Olivia could only nod in response. She then sighed, driving the energy to cancel the tower’s defenses.

The dome shifted, exposing everything to the air with all defenses down.

"Looks like you haven’t truly earned that woman’s trust—are you going to hand me over to them now?"

Roger suddenly spoke.

"What exactly happened between you?" Olivia asked sternly.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn’t believe it. Let’s leave it at that."

"Here’s one last piece of advice."

Watching Dominica lead a group of people descending from the sky, Roger’s face was relaxed; he turned to look at Olivia standing beside him.

"Stay away from that woman." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Also, remember—do nothing, and you won’t get hurt."

"What?" Olivia asked, puzzled.

By this time, Dominica was already striding towards them.

He was a burly man, appearing to be around forty years old, with hair and beard carefully groomed, wearing not the usual battle attire but lavish garments of pale blue embroidered with gold.

Clearly, he had been dispatched from a formal meeting.

"Hand him over to us," Dominica said bluntly, giving his companions a knowing look.

"Cut off his limbs, slit his throat, drain his body, then pierce his skull with the Soul-Gouging Cone."

"Oh, and one more thing."

Halfway through his commands, he suddenly extended his hand to Olivia, "That lady’s earring."

"We need sufficient power assurance."

Olivia’s expression changed slightly but she still obediently took off the earring and handed it to Dominica.

"Manipulator of fate, great Immortal Tristramy, Dominica is at your service."

The glow from the earring connected with Dominica’s soul.

By this time, Roger had already been led to the other side by Dominica’s companions.

Roger didn’t panic, and without even turning his head, he issued another warning: "Remember my advice just now."

"It could save your life."

"Shut up!"

A cold voice came from nearby, as a pale-faced man holding an all-black iron spike, roughly forty centimeters long, walked up to Roger.

The surface of the spike was etched with complex designs, all converging on the cone; once pierced through the skull, the victim’s soul would be drawn into the cone.

"Say goodbye to your body."

The man sneered, raising the spike.

But just then, the whole tower subtly swayed.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Within a few breaths, the faint tremor transformed into earth-shattering upheaval.

"What’s happening?"

Everyone asked urgently, and at this moment, Olivia involuntarily glanced at Roger.

Boom!

The next moment, the towering structure was ripped apart in the middle by immense force.

Amidst the tremors, an arm made of rock shot towards the sky!

"It’s good to feel this again!"

Roger sighed with emotion.

"This is the power of the bear."

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