Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1057 - 755: Brother, give me a chance to prove myself_2

Chapter 1057: Chapter 755: Brother, give me a chance to prove myself_2

But what surprised him was that in just a brief moment, the black spear in the sky underwent an earth-shattering change.

The world’s rejection pressed down on Kenneth, while unknown forces surged into the spear.

The terrifying weapon, when away from the hand, was as thick as an adult’s arm, but as it approached Kenneth, it swelled to a frightening extent.

"Damn it!"

"If it weren’t for this world’s suppression..."

Kenneth let out a miserable cry as his massive dragon body was completely pierced!

The steel-like dragon scales cracked, dragon blood splashed, and the force of the impact still unyielding, the enormous weapon carried his body from the sky down.

Accompanied by a thunderous crash, it scattered in the ruined hall.

Plop.

Kenneth’s head fell and made a shallow pit in the ground.

He seemed to try desperately to lift his body, but his body was pinned to the ground, wounds tearing, dragon blood staining the ground.

With the strong vitality of the Dragonkin, these injuries were actually not considered fatal, but the most terrifying thing was not the trauma or the formidable enemy that followed.

But the world’s suppression that Kenneth had been cautiously avoiding.

He felt the decline of his bloodline energy, and it wouldn’t be long before the backlash forces completely advent, even without enemies, Kenneth would suffer grave injuries.

He turned his head slightly, only then noticing Roger standing behind the pillar, and Tiffany and Yield behind Roger, whom he had rescued.

"Run, hurry and run!"

At the brink of life and death, Kenneth surprisingly thought first not of saving himself, but what surprised him was that upon hearing his urging, the young man still calmly stood in place.

"Yes, even I’m not a match, how could they possibly escape?"

A trace of melancholy surged in his heart, but there was also some regret and self-blame.

"My death doesn’t matter, but what about my uncle?"

"It won’t be long before those guys find him..."

"By then, the Dragon Court may lose our seat."

He sighed softly, and before preparing to meet his final death, Kenneth decided to die with dignity.

"Then let’s go down together."

"Even if the soul is undead, these guys can never be killed, but at least I can consume some of their energy."

Bloodline power converged, his forehead emitting a soft light, Kenneth had decided to unleash his last glow.

At this moment, the figure who had been standing not far away appeared in front of him, then a palm pressed down, surprisingly suppressing the almost rampant energy within him.

"Brother, it is enough."

Roger sighed helplessly.

"You’ve fought hard enough."

"Shouldn’t you at least give me a chance to show off as well?"

Kenneth’s eyes widened, his dragon face full of bewilderment, but feeling the energy controlling him, he understood something instantly.

"Your energy..."

Roger nodded slightly.

"I... they’re here?"

Roger continued to nod.

The next moment, immense shame surged in his heart, and at that instant, Kenneth even wished he could faint from serious injury.

But damned dragon bloodline.

That damned strong vitality.

"What have I done?"

"What have I said?"

"I’m just... a..." feeling guilty, Kenneth noticed the two figures lying in the distance; are they truly unconscious?

This shame made him forget his current predicament, after all, for many Silver Dragons.

Dignity and honor are far more important than life and death.

"They came for me, but you have indeed helped me a lot."

Roger said to Kenneth.

He is strong, truly strong, but short, truly short.

So in a sense, Kenneth really helped him a lot, at least dealt with a bunch of small fry, allowing Roger plenty of time to face the last remaining one.

Hmm... a slightly stronger small fry.

"This is for you!"

This dull sound came from the sky.

The burly figure stepped through the air, pressing his left palm downwards, causing Kenneth to let out a scream of agony.

Evidently, the so-called Spear of Gusman continued to be controlled even after separating from the body, yet Roger merely stepped forward lightly.

The next moment, the earth trembled slightly, Kenneth’s massive form vanished from its original spot, reappearing along with the unconscious Yield and Tiffany on the other side of the hall.

Though it appeared to be a simple relocation, Roger had employed various forces in the process.

Simultaneously, he erected layers of barriers around the three people, making it impossible to harm them through stealth attacks.

The ground was left with a large pool of fresh blood and the darkened Spear of Gusman.

At this moment, Roger also comprehended the hidden meaning behind the words spoken by the burly figure earlier.

His attack on Kenneth was merely a diversion to shift Roger’s focus, aiming for a genuine killing strike on Roger next!

The burly figure’s form twisted, the metal on his body purging completely, exposing the gaunt form hidden beneath the armor.

It could no longer be called human, but rather a dried corpse drained of all vitality and flesh, with arms extraordinarily exaggerated and sturdy.

And in his hand, holding the Long Soul Spear glowing with a brilliant blue light.

"This is yours, a gift from Lord Gusman!"

Before the voice had even faded, accompanied by the motion of throwing, the gaunt figure shattered inch by inch into fragments and disappeared into the air, while the spear in his hand manifested with terrifying power in front of Roger.

"Be careful, don’t block it directly!"

Having just regained human form, Kenneth saw this scene and shouted urgently.

"That’s an attack directed at the soul!"

"Your body can’t withstand it!"

Though anxious, Kenneth’s words were far slower than the attack coming from the other side, hence he saw Roger facing the dazzling spear, reaching out his hand.

The powerful energy clash put the already ruined hall in even greater peril, yet immediately Kenneth saw a scene that astonished him immensely.

The spear flashing with blue light stopped bizarrely just a fist’s distance away from Roger’s hand.

"What’s going on?"

Roger chuckled softly.

"Looks like it’s as I thought."

Kenneth did not notice the faint shadow between Roger’s hand and the glowing Long Soul Spear.

At this moment, whether due to drifting clouds or some weather anomaly, the sky that was clear moments ago suddenly turned dark, and even the sunlight seemed untraceable.

Crack! Crack!

With a crisp sound, the spear attacking Roger shattered upon impact, yet immediately Roger raised his head to gaze at a certain spot in the sky.

"So you were hiding there!"

Saying that, he waved his hand, and amidst the darkness, something seemed to slice through the air, followed by the shadow that enveloped the entire space concentrating into a single area.

The next moment, light descended once more, but a broken phantom appeared in mid-air.

Seemingly a blurry, frivolous-looking man.

"Managing to injure me, haha, now things are getting interesting."

The man seemed indifferent to his injuries, and before disappearing, he cast Roger a glance filled with hidden meaning.

"Strive hard, don’t be easily killed."

Yet in the next instant, a dark shadow flashed by, the man’s head crushed completely, vanishing into the air.

"Died talking too much."

Roger snorted lightly, then released power to check the surrounding environment, finally lifting the barrier around Kenneth and others after confirming safety.

Having recovered human form, although the massive injuries were not visible now, Kenneth still appeared disheveled.

But at this moment, he was in no mood to concern himself with his injuries; evidently, the man standing amidst the ruins intrigued him more.

Ah... hiss!

He was curious.

At this moment, with a soft hum, Tiffany awoke from her stupor, first adopting a defensive pose alertly, then surveying her surroundings closely.

The crumbling walls and castle, a calm Roger... and Kenneth full of wounds.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Tiffany suddenly lunged towards Kenneth’s side.

"You’re injured, to save us..."

Hearing this, Kenneth’s face fell, his abdominal wound nearly rupturing once more, yet soon he heard Tiffany’s untimely question.

"What happened, Lord Kenneth?"

"Why is your face so red, is it an internal injury?"

At this instant, Kenneth suddenly felt the woman before him wasn’t as adorable as he had imagined.

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