Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1059 - 756 Soul Weapon_2

"And this...this is also me..."

Halfway through the sentence, Tiffany seemed to realize the current situation, hurriedly closed her mouth, and then stuttered while changing the subject.

"The impact just now made my mind chaotic, we should leave quickly."

Kenneth let out a long sigh of relief. To be honest, he was really afraid Tiffany would pose a certain question.

Thinking about the previous heroism, the embarrassment of being pinned to the ground, and most importantly, bearing praises and honors not belonging to him, in front of the true savior.

This shame was nearly driving Kenneth crazy.

"We do need to leave immediately." Kenneth mumbled, while quickly glancing at Roger.

"Check the surroundings, remember not to leave the castle’s perimeter, go quickly and come back quickly, we’ll stay to handle the traces of the battlefield."

After giving the instructions, he watched the two leave, but when the empty hall was left with only him and Roger.

It seemed the awkward atmosphere became more intense.

But there was nothing he could do, he had no choice but to approach Roger with a thick skin.

"Uh... I..."

However, at this point, Roger no longer continued to mock Kenneth, his entire focus was drawn to the black long spear embedded in the ground.

For some unknown reason, the spear that had swelled to pierce through a Giant Dragon had now returned to its normal size.

The pitch-black gun barrel had flashes of red electricity running through it.

This weapon looked nothing like a military-crafted piece, and in some sense, its shape was somewhat bizarre.

From start to end, it was filled with roughness and sinister offensiveness.

"This is a Soul Weapon." Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief and explained from the side.

"It’s a weapon that only Immortals can craft, mixing a special material, a rare weapon that can be used both in reality and the Soul Realm."

"Those powerful Immortals can’t enter the real world, and these Soul Weapons are the best manifestation of executing their will."

"Even an ordinary person, if in possession and given the right to use this weapon, can leap to become a top-tier powerhouse in the world!"

"From what that guy said earlier, this weapon originated from Gusman."

"Mountain of Steel Gusman, a powerful Immortal, whose combat style is somewhat similar to ours in a way."

Kenneth shared the pieces of information he knew one by one.

"You seem quite familiar with this place?" Roger inquired.

"Not exactly familiar, but lingering in this world has been a long time..."

Roger heard Kenneth’s explanation but remained somehow puzzled.

It’s known that Immortals almost only appear in the Soul Realm, and real-world chances to encounter them are rare.

If not for the accidental chance of being brought to the Soul Realm by Olivia, Roger didn’t know how much longer it would take to discover the existence of Fifth Tier Transcendents in this world.

And Kenneth, the information he knew was more verified and detailed.

It seemed Kenneth noticed Roger’s confusion, gritted his teeth, "In fact, I am not an ordinary Transcendent, our Silver Dragon Clan has been loyal supporters of the Dragon Court since ancient times."

"It wasn’t by accident that I came here but due to a special mission..."

He sighed, "But unfortunately, not only did the mission fail, but we were also trapped in this world, I endeavored to hide our traces, though previously had a few encounters with those folks."

"But always did not expose too much, otherwise the situation would become more severe."

Roger nodded, understanding where Kenneth’s misunderstanding originated, also noting the mention of ’we’ earlier.

Clearly, he wasn’t alone.

Recently, Roger had an encounter with the Dragon Court, though it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.

But thinking about it, he decided to engage with them after all, as he knew so little about this world.

Besides Tristramy, another Gusman joined the attackers, and not forgetting the shadow Roger slew. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Perhaps there will be more formidable opponents in the future.

In such a situation, it’s essential to gain some assistance.

With these thoughts, Roger reached out to grab the long spear implanted in the ground.

"Such weapons retain the creator’s soul aura, if not given permission, it’s nearly as useless as scrap iron."

Kenneth commented from the side.

But the next second, he saw Roger easily pull out the weapon, even swung it casually.

"Interesting."

Roger firmly grasped the long spear and watched it expand from arm-thick to comparable to an adult’s thigh.

Then continued to expand.

"Will the size and weight proportionally increase as well?"

"Could Gusman’s ability be stretchable at will?" Roger said somewhat mischievously.

"Ahem... Based on the information we have, it indeed seems so."

Kenneth suddenly explained.

Hearing this, Roger suddenly lost interest in playing with the weapon, for reasons unknown, he now felt an inexplicable discomfort looking at this black long spear.

It felt as though...he wasn’t holding a weapon.

"Do you want it, it’s yours."

Roger tossed the weapon to Kenneth, but when it landed in Kenneth’s hands, the previously expanded size instantly shrank.

And the Energy swirling around the long spear vanished.

"I can’t use it."

Kenneth showed a helpless expression, but Roger came back with interest, endured the discomfort of his heart, and once again retrieved the long spear, focusing on the weapon, he soon discovered something special.

"The soul power here can’t be directly consumed like Gold Coins, is it because the level is too low, or has the Hunter’s Cabin reached a temporary limit?"

Roger pondered, though this finding opened a new idea for him, palm exerting slight force, proof that the Hunter’s Cabin couldn’t consume the soul power but had special effects on this force.

The same weapon in his hands could be wielded freely, but handed to Kenneth lost its intended function, which was the clearest indication.

Crack!

The surface of the long spear appeared densely cracked, a vague shadow separated from the weapon, through the shadow, Roger seemed to see a man burly like a mountain.

The next second, the shadow suddenly emerged, the just-congealed soul shadow completely vanished, and the weapon in hand shattered into pieces falling through his fingers, leaving only a blob of gray pulp-like fluff on Roger’s palm.

"This is Soul Gold, one of the essential raw materials for crafting Soul Weapons, if mixed into ordinary weapons, it would cause soul damage along with physical injuries!"

Kenneth exclaimed excitedly.

"With this thing, if we can forge corresponding weapons, facing those hiding in the Soul Realm, we’ll have much more advantage!"

Clearly, he was indeed delighted.

"You might not realize this thing’s significant meaning, because it exists solely in the Soul Realm, and only Immortals can refine it, scarce in amount and hard to acquire externally."

"Those Immortals, each established a secret squad solely obeying them, which we generally refer to as Dead Spirits."

"These guys were cultivated or made through special means."

"Though their individual strengths can’t reach the pinnacle, the most troublesome part is their power derives from the soul, existing only in the Soul Realm, they enter prepared bodies only through special methods during battles."

"As long as the soul remains intact, even if the body is destroyed countless times, they can reappear in the next battle, these folks are practically born for combat."

"With weapons mixed with Soul Gold, we could inflict severe damage, or even kill them once and for all!"

"That’s why I say the importance of Soul Gold is unimaginable." Then he looked at Roger with a peculiar expression.

"No one has ever extracted this thing reversely from a Soul Weapon, how did you do it?"

Roger smiled without saying a word.

After a moment of hesitation, Kenneth spoke again.

"Besides me, my uncle also came to this world, he is a strong Silver Dragon clan."

"And one of the twelve Dragon Envoys."

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