Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 166 - Spinal Cord (Congratulations to book
Chapter 166 -166: Spinal Cord (Congratulations to book friend “Ears Too Big Attract Wind” for becoming the first alliance leader of this book!)
Chapter 166 -166: Spinal Cord (Congratulations to book friend “Ears Too Big Attract Wind” for becoming the first alliance leader of this book!)
The violent impact and the bulging wind it created even briefly cleared a path through the mist as it whisked past him.
Roger quietly lowered his body.
Had he hesitated for even a moment just now, he would have been crushed into pulp by the monster before him.
By this time, the mist had completely enveloped the area, severely restricting normal visibility; the Demon Bull had simply launched its attack based on the feedback from the shockwave.
Having dodged the first wave of attacks, Roger just needed to be a bit more cautious to avoid danger safely.
He retreated quietly, inching towards the door of the cottage.
Not far ahead of him, the Demon Bull was flailing its fists madly, followed by a deep inhalation and a furious roar straight ahead.
In the mist, its attack seemed to have hit something, and at the same time, Roger quietly reached the door.
“Finally…”
Bang!
From the distant mist, a series of heavy footsteps could be heard, deep and powerful, causing the ground itself to tremble.
His scalp tingling, Roger immediately thought of the terrifying creature that could cause such a commotion.
Roar!
The Demon Bull’s shockwave cleared a section of the area, but the next second, a dark shadow flashed through the deep fog.
Boom!
The massive body of the Demon Bull was struck head-on as if hit by a train, letting out a scream as it was flung nearly 30 meters away!
Crackling!
Muscles and bones twisted into a mess.
Roger hid behind the door, not even daring to step out for a closer look.
Splat!
Something seemed to be completely squashed underfoot as the Demon Bull’s screams stopped abruptly, and the heavy footsteps gradually receded.
It took a very long time before Roger finally let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead that was already soaked with cold sweat.
What exactly is this world? What are these bizarre things?
The world shrouded in mist is utterly different from its normal state.
Roger even suspected that this space in the mist had been invaded by another world.
He had finally cleared up a bit of the mystery of Narcissus Street, albeit stumbling into some danger, it ended up being a close call.
With the World Fog enveloping the outside, Roger had an idea. He listened for a moment, then with sword in hand, he stepped back into the mist.
That Demon Bull…
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Even in death, if its belongings couldn’t be claimed as spoils of war, its entire body was still a treasure trove. Even if not useful now, there would definitely come a time when they would be!
With this thought, his footsteps involuntarily quickened.
The ground was covered with blood, the thick plasma even submerging the tops of his shoes. Who knows how many Ghouls the Demon Bull had killed just now.
Reaching the limit of his range of movement, Roger saw the completely crushed corpse of the Demon Bull in the distance.
The being that had passed by had squashed it as easily as stepping on an ant. Roger looked up into the depths of the mist. If a Demon Bull could be dispatched so easily, what about humans like himself?
Life really is as fragile as that of an insect’s.
Standing at the edge of his range of movement, he could clearly see the carcass of the Demon Bull, hardly an intact spot was left on its body.
After some thought, Roger felt it necessary to get some tools from reality to collect the distant corpse.
Although he couldn’t cross this invisible barrier himself, it didn’t mean other things couldn’t.
Just as Roger was about to make a move, the mashed corps suddenly bulged with a meaty lump.
With a pop, the lump burst open, and a creature with 8 legs, resembling a spider, sprang from the carcass.
“What is this thing?”
The monster had four pairs of black legs on either side of its body, sharp like blades. Its torso was elongated and spindle-shaped, with no discernible organs.
“This thing seems to be made from the ribcage of that Demon Bull.”
“No, that’s not right, it’s much smaller than that guy’s ribcage. Did it re-form from the flesh and blood?”
Sensing the presence of living beings, the monster sprung forward with incredible speed, lunging toward Roger.
“This thing was completely crushed, and yet it has a method akin to Rebirth?”
Roger was secretly alarmed while swiftly retreating backwards, throwing out the Flying Daggers he carried with him as he moved.
Clang!
The spider-like creature nimbly dodged Roger’s Flying Dagger. He was somewhat relieved, realizing that although the creature was fast, it didn’t seem to possess great strength.
After several probing attempts, Roger carefully kept retreating, deliberately leading the creature toward the door.
He decided to try his luck, as something that could regenerate from the Demon Bull might not seem strong now but could have excellent potential. He was still lacking several ingredients for his Green Grass Potion.
He just needed to be cautious of the creature’s method of attack.
The continuous probing infuriated the monster. It compressed its spindle-shaped body before suddenly ejecting a spray of white mucus!
“How disgusting,”
Roger frowned, quickly evading the attack. The ground behind him corroded, creating a large hole.
With light and quick footwork, Roger closed the distance between them. The creature’s eight legs, sharp as blades, clashed with Roger’s Steel Sword, producing a series of clashing sounds.
The force transmitted from the opponent delighted Roger, spurring him to quicken his pace of attack, his successive sword techniques flooding over the creature like a tide.
“Light Dance!”
With the final, charged sword strike, the red fibers on his right hand appeared again. This time, Roger noticed a difference.
The gathering speed of his strength was faster, the burst of power stronger, and it seemed his attack contained something more.
Thud!
The sharp weapon hacked into the monster’s spindle-shaped body. Although Roger couldn’t hear any screams, his attack had evidently dealt the creature a severe blow!
Having landed a successful hit, Roger didn’t advance but retreated instead, evading the creature’s attack before quickly creating distance, running straight to the doorway of the cabin.
As expected, in the next moment, the grievously wounded creature attacked frenziedly. It completely abandoned defense, swinging its eight limbs like blades.
Roger simply dodged from a distance, not approaching, while throwing all his Flying Daggers at once.
Once the creature’s strength waned, he charged again.
Then, Flash Strike!
Thud!
The sword blade entered through the same wound, nearly splitting the monster’s spindle-shaped body in two. The creature, now on the brink of death, could no longer stand firmly and collapsed, swaying and falling to the ground.
Remaining cautious and maintaining a distance, this was a creature he had never encountered before. Born from that terrifying entity, it was always best to exercise caution.
Only when the body on the other side ceased all movement did Roger approach. But just then, a mass of white, viscous substance burst forth from the split-open corpse.
Roger dodged while swinging his Steel Sword.
He thwarted the creature’s last assault.
Charging forward, the Steel Sword pierced the monster’s body.
After confirming the creature’s death, Roger began to check his loot.
The first thing he noticed was the short section of black spine within the remnants of the creature’s hammer-like torso.
The bone was fractured, oozing a bit of liquid.
“Spinal fluid?”
Roger’s heart leaped with joy.
