Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1045 - 749: Immortal’s Clock_2

The first to appear was a burly man dressed in exquisite armor, holding a staff with both hands, his face resolute, exuding a heavy aura like a mountain.

Mountain of Steel, Gusman.

The second to appear in the palace was a man wearing a robe with his chest exposed.

His appearance was exceptionally handsome, and such carefree attire did not come across as untidy, but rather gave a sense of casual elegance.

"The days without wine are too hard to endure. Can anyone tell me, if provided with enough souls, just how long would it take to brew fine wine?"

"It’s all gone, not a drop left."

Saying this, he shook his head slightly irritated, "What do you think, if everyone in a country was slaughtered..."

"Shut up, Yumit, you really should go back to drinking your wine instead of appearing here!"

Gusman snorted coldly.

"If there was still wine, do you think the so-called clock could wake me?"

"Speaking of the clock." Yumit glanced around and noticed the fragments of the clock.

"What happened?"

"It seems you intend to awaken all the Immortals? Haha, Tristramy, are you finally willing to heed my advice and use your intrigues to overturn this world?"

As he spoke, Yumit unexpectedly jumped up in excitement, his sleeves fluttering, completely disregarding the occasion, lost in a peculiar enthusiasm.

"Living this way is worse than dying... No, no, if dead, everything is gone. Living at least offers a chance."

"Haha, living? Haha!"

"You really shouldn’t have awakened this Madman, let him continue drinking, we’d have much less trouble. If it weren’t for this fellow’s meddling, how would the war have erupted twenty years ago?"

Gusman snorted coldly.

At this moment, several more figures appeared one after another.

There were young, beautiful girls, white-haired elders, and even a boy with an innocent expression.

Yet this boy, aside from his head, bore no resemblance to a human form elsewhere.

Not every Immortal retains a human shape; they trace the origins of the soul, seeking the true self.

In this process, many things undergo complete transformation, including their forms, although, for politeness at such gatherings, most choose their former appearances.

"Since most have arrived."

Tristramy coughed slightly to draw everyone’s attention.

But just then, an energy within the palace suddenly surged, accompanied by an oppressive aura, a figure slowly emerged.

Before the newcomer fully revealed their form, all the Immortals present changed expressions, even the usually carefree Yumit composed his facial features, adjusted his clothes, and covered his exposed chest.

And at this moment, the last figure also revealed his true appearance.

A middle-aged man appearing around forty, tall and slim, wearing a dignified ancient aristocratic robe.

The edges of the black, unknown material were embroidered with golden patterns, his gray hair casually tied at the back, as soon as he appeared, he took control.

His dark red eyes scanned the surroundings.

"Hmm, long time since anyone rang the clock, a lively gathering."

"Lord Heinris," the crowd said in unison.

The man called Heinris nodded politely, then looked toward the one who rang the clock.

Tristramy.

"Everyone, I must remind you, just recently, in our world, I discovered a Serpent of Calamity!"

"Serpent of Calamity?"

The crowd was initially stunned, but soon showed a hint of doubt, Heinris asked directly, "A fallen one playing with bloodlines?"

"Such fellows always emerge occasionally, under the great master’s power, their strength is soon suppressed, then they die in decline."

"Even those slightly stronger ones merely prolong their agony."

Pausing slightly, Heinris intensified his tone, "Such trivial matters don’t seem necessary to disturb everyone."

"After all, except for a few like you and Gusman, we were awakened from more distant worlds."

"Lord Heinris, please let me explain, this guy is different, he is far stronger than any Serpent of Calamity we’ve ever known."

"Much stronger!"

"After arriving in this world, his body and soul separated, yet even so, the mighty energy contained in his body conflicts with the world’s rules."

"This even caused a series of drastic changes, gaps appeared in the Soul Realm, reality was also affected to varying degrees."

"And as far as I know... his powerful body has already stirred the Transcendents of the real world, all eager to find immortality beyond just the soul."

"After all, a body that can pierce a mountain by simply falling would tempt almost anyone."

At this point, Tristramy quickly glanced around, noting that nearly everyone showed a fleeting greed.

They possess immortal souls but have lost bodies to match, and now a body powerful enough to resist the world’s rules has appeared.

So these people...

A hint of seriousness appeared on Heinris’s face, "Can you estimate his true combat strength?"

Tristramy first shook her head, then removed her disguise, revealing her weakened state and missing eye to everyone.

"This is the price I paid."

"Although I haven’t witnessed it myself, I suspect that this person calling himself Roger is very close to the level of those twelve Sin Dragons... Sin Serpents."

"That strong?"

Everyone’s face subtly changed.

Though they frequently spoke of the enemy with disdain, they all knew how vast their power was, especially those infamous twelve.

They are strong at the same level as Lord Heinris.

"To what extent have things developed?"

Heinris asked the crucial question.

"The only good news."

"That person named Roger, although powerful, had his soul and body forcibly separated when crossing the world barrier, and they remain ununited even now."

"His body is in that place..."

"Now is the best opportunity to defeat him!"

Tristramy clenched her fist.

"Honored lady, I think that at this critical moment, you would surely wish for outside help; although we are separated by several worlds, it won’t be long before I can be in your Soul Realm."

Tristramy had just finished speaking when someone eagerly replied.

"That’s great, your help is always welcome here."

At that moment, the atmosphere in the palace was exceedingly harmonious.

Yet, in truth, everyone knew each other’s calculations.

A body, so mighty it could resist world rules.

The atmosphere was jubilant, but a few individuals showed notably ugly expressions.

"Alright, let’s talk about cross-realm cooperation later; stabilizing the situation is now the most important."

Suddenly, Heinris spoke. freёnovelkiss.com

"If your estimate of that man’s strength isn’t wrong, then he is likely one of those twelve Sin Serpents; being any one among them is exceptionally dangerous."

"But since his body and soul are separate, we have time to break them down one by one."

Heinris looked at Tristramy.

"Figure out a way to find him, eliminate his soul, or at least hold him at bay; I will hurry to your world."

"Mm... then directly destroy his body!"

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged swift glances.

Though all are Immortal, only Heinris can reach that place and directly find the body.

If we could also enter that realm... we could uncover some secrets ahead of time.

Unlike those Serpents of Calamity that occasionally advent, whose bodies can’t withstand world pressure.

After obtaining them, there’s barely time to study before they turn into mindless flesh.

But this one...

Heinris watched the flicker in everyone’s eyes, letting out a cold snort internally.

As for Tristramy, she nodded contentedly.

She had already tugged fate’s thread; now it’s about guiding and waiting.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Roger sensed a slight anomaly.

Immersed in the soul’s depths within the Hunter’s Cabin, he noticed the Fate Coin on the table seemed to undergo a change.

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