Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 200 - The Ritual Begins
Chapter 200: Chapter 200 The Ritual Begins
Chapter 200: Chapter 200 The Ritual Begins
Carl’s face was dripping with cold sweat; the torment of this night was more than all the Demon Hunting Missions he had ever undertaken combined.
He finally understood the powerlessness that ordinary people felt.
Alone, he could have run away if he couldn’t win, but years of friendship made it hard for him to abandon his companions.
Afterward, fear snowballed, and the situation became uncontrollable.
Carl watched Lawrence, who was hiding on the other side of the door. The usually irritable young man had only calmness in his eyes now.
He just took a deep breath and gripped his gun tightly.
Click click.
The woman’s footsteps were getting closer, and Carl felt he could no longer control his rapid breathing.
Just as the woman was only three to five steps away from the door, determination flashed across Lawrence’s eyes, and he suddenly sprang out from behind it!
Bang bang bang!
Three consecutive bullets drilled into the woman’s eye sockets!
“Run!”
Lawrence shouted loudly, Carl dragging Tangde and Michelle by one hand each, running past the woman towards the distance!
Squelch!
The woman’s head burst open like a pus-filled boil, spewing out a splash of spectacular fluid. Lawrence, splashed accidentally, felt immediate burning pain on his skin, accompanied by decay!
“Run, run fast!”
Lawrence yelled again.
He inhaled deeply, moving swiftly, his intuition telling him that the monster opposite him was not yet dead.
Indeed, from the exploded neck of the creature, a crimson meat worm emerged, looking like an enlarged earthworm, segmented along its body.
But its mouthparts at the tip were terrifyingly ferocious.
“Boom!”
The spot where Lawrence dodged was smashed into a deep pit; he lowered his gun, aiming at the monster’s knees.
“Pop pop!”
Two shots hit the target in succession, but the Spiritual Energy Bullets in the magazine failed to inflict any damage on the creature. Lawrence’s expression changed slightly, he didn’t dare delay; he fired several shots in rapid succession, emptying the bullets and momentarily stalling the monster.
Then he quickly followed Carl’s steps.
Running through the fields, Carl almost stepped on corpses buried in the earth with every stride.
Lawrence caught up with Carl, helping relieve some of Michelle’s weight; the two of them dared not look back as they ran wildly down the mountain.
At that moment, the scarecrows standing in the fields suddenly came to life, their slender forms moving rapidly, catching up to Lawrence and the others in just a few breaths.
With no bullets left in the gun, Lawrence threw his handgun away in panic.
Whoosh!
The scarecrow’s scythe swept through the air, slicing the midair handgun into two halves.
Only then did Carl realize that the eerie woman just attacked by Lawrence had turned into a pile of mud.
“Could this be the creature’s true form?”
Everything they had experienced here was something they had never encountered in any of their past Demon Hunting Missions.
It defied all logic.
The group tumbled down the hillside in their panic, and after several rolls, fell into the turbulent waters below.
As they reached the base of the hillside, the terrifying scarecrow seemed to be affected by an invisible force, its forward motion abruptly halting.
It stared at the four people in the water with its pitch-black eye sockets, then waved its scythe and disappeared atop the hillside.
“It’s finally over.”
An endless fatigue and weakness washed over him, Lawrence, mustering his spirits, helped Carl pull Tangde and Michelle along with the current downstream.
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In the pitch-black cave, the solution bubbled, while Julianne stood silently at the edge of the pit, waiting.
Dawn was breaking, and someone approached Julianne.
“Miss Julianne, everything is ready. We can start the ritual at any time,” they said.
Julianne opened her eyes, which seemed to absorb the surrounding light like black holes.
“Go ahead and prepare. We start immediately!” she ordered.
“Yes!” came the reply.
Immediately after, all the witches standing at the edge of the pit started moving simultaneously.
Before long, a complex and massive Array was drawn out.
Julianne moved to the center via the platform at the top, which slowly descended until it was just two or three meters above the bubbling solution at the bottom.
She spread her arms.
A crescent moon slowly rose behind her back.
Surging energy swept across the entire space.
A chorus of chants filled the air.
The witches surrounding her slit their wrists in unison, and some even pierced their own bodies with daggers.
The gushing blood converged, and under Julianne’s control, formed an Array of equal scale in midair.
At the instant when the two Arrays were simultaneously completed, Julianne stepped off the platform and leaped down.
Just as her body was about to touch the solution below, it boiled over, and immediately after, a purple figure burst out like a flood dragon!
It was a plant creature several times larger than the one that had devoured Gale before, with its flower bud at the top blossoming and tendrils streaming out to entwine around Julianne’s legs.
Julianne, with her hands raised, pushed downwards.
The next moment, the solution churned, and all the hidden plants suddenly sprang out.
Flap, flap, flap!
Their flower buds opened, and they spit out the human bodies they had wrapped within.
After all this, the plants seemed to have had much energy drained from them, became withered and decayed, and then slowly sank back into the solution.
Gale and the others widened their eyes in shock as the eerie energy connected them to the Array in midair, and gradually, all of them sank into the mire.
Julianne was lifted by the creature and hovered midair.
“The day of rising has come. Before long, we might become the true rulers of the Bordeaux region!” she proclaimed.
Her eyebrows raised slightly as Julianne received the information conveyed by the spell.
“How should you thank me for letting you struggle for so long?” she mused.
“A little appetizer before the main course can start with you.”
“Hmm…”
“The soul of a Demon Hunter should be enough to entertain me for an entire day.”
With the ritual completed, Julianne set off towards the depths of the forest.
“It must be some kind of tracking spell!”
A sharp pain shot through his forehead. At first, Roger ran a considerable distance, confident that his hiding place was sufficiently concealed, but soon the pain on his forehead made him aware of the danger.
Not long after he moved, the same piercing pain struck him, alerting Roger to the fact that he had been located by that woman’s spell.
There was a consistent interval between each bout of pain. In the real world, Roger would not believe that the spell could affect someone miles away.
He could have taken a plane to the other side of the world.
But now, this sealed Cursed Land was like a tomb, shrouding him within.
Having made up his mind, Roger returned to the vicinity of the Wolff Factory and then sprinted toward the nearby woods.
“Run, run for your life,” she taunted.
“The farther you run before I catch you, the longer you might live.”
From afar, a cold voice drifted over.
Roger’s heart tightened. He knew that the woman had already locked onto the nearby area, and it wouldn’t take long for her to find him!
