Deep in the woods.

Henrik and Roger stand opposite each other, with Roger holding a sword in one hand and Henrik on the opposite side holding a curved bow with a distinctive shape.

It is said to be a bow but the shape is very strange, the bow arm is two curved black blades at each end, and one end of the bowstring and the bow arm seem to grow together.

This weapon is like a part of the body of some creature, but it has been simply processed and modified, so it looks rough and fierce.

"It's a bow blade."

"A very special weapon."

Henrik's left hand shook slightly, and the middle of the bow arm was concave and folded inward, and the sharp blades at both ends overlapped each other, forming a scimitar nearly 60 centimeters long.

The left hand shook again, and it returned to its original state.

"Don't underestimate it because of his fancy looks, he has a resounding name, Rossos' ribs."

"Rossos is a demon, a creature with the ability to shapeshift, sharp and malleable ribs, the most special of which is the fascia attached to the bones."

"It's the perfect choice for making bowstrings."

Henrik fluctuated slightly, making a buzzing sound, a low voice like a monster roaring in his ears.

"Where's your arrow?"

"Here!"

The fingers of Henrik's right hand rested on the bowstring, his eyes slightly condensed, and blue ice crystals flashed between his index and middle fingers.

In an instant, an ice arrow appeared on it.

Henrik's hair is windless and automatic, matched by a handsome face, a tall posture, and an exaggerated weapon in his hand.

At this moment, Roger also had to admit that Henrik was a little sassy, but he still had the capital.

"I'm going to start!"

As soon as the words fell, the sharp arrow in Henrik's hand shot out of the string.

Syllable.

Roger moved half a step to the left, the steel sword in his hand waved casually, and the blue light in mid-air flashed away, and then was split in the air and fell to the ground.

"Don't spare your hands, this bit of power won't hurt me."

The arrow was not aimed at Roger's body, but into the air.

"If you don't hurry, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to make a move."

The straight-line distance between the two was only fifty or sixty meters, which was an instant distance for Roger now.

"Boom!"

"Then you're welcome."

Bending the bow and shooting arrows, Henrik is extremely fast, three ice arrows are faster than one arrow, and the skills in marksmanship are integrated into the shooting, and Henrik's bow and arrow are nowhere to be found.

After this guy entered the transcendental, his strength has improved a lot, and now he is basically close to the peak of the elite hunter.

As long as you save up and absorb the remaining energy in the corner, you should be able to go further.

Under normal circumstances, even if Roger was able to block these three attacks, his movements would be restricted, and he would not be able to close the distance between them.

But when he turned on Quinn, things were immediately different.

The Quinn Fa Seal that spread around him was like a part of Roger's body, and he could sense the slightest change.

The long sword is lightly picked, pointed, split, and defended!

Three attacks, three different styles, Roger is completely at his fingertips, and even while attacking, his movement is not restricted.

Blocking three attacks, Roger moved, compressing the distance between him and Henrik to within 20 meters.

It was already a very dangerous distance, and Henrik did not choose to retreat, his wrist shaking, and the blade of the bow turned into a scimitar, and he raised his knife to block.

While!

Sparks splashed, terrible power passed from the blade, and Henrik's eyes widened.

“WTF！”

"What's the situation?"

"Haven't you just entered the transcendental?"

Roger smiled.

"I remember being told that the transcendent and the transcendent are different."

He increased the strength of his hand, and a sharp edge burst out in his eyes, "You're going to lose!" ”

Henrik wanted to retreat but found that the steel sword in Roger's hand was like a poisonous snake with bones, and he couldn't dodge, so he was ready to press it hard with the knife in both hands.

But at this moment, Roger's style on the opposite side changed again, and the violent power gushed out, and there was no time to change his moves, and the two collided hard.

Boom!

Henrik was knocked out of the way, and before he could control his body, Roger on the opposite side had already rushed to him.

When he landed, the steel sword was already across his neck.

"Cold weapon fighting, you don't have a chance."

"How the hell do you kid practice?"

"When we first met, your short knife was still very young."

"That was a few months ago?"

"It's really terrifying, just in terms of the fighting skills of cold weapons, there are very few people in your age group who will be your opponent."

"It is estimated that only at sunrise can you find a swordsman comparable to you."

Although he was cleanly defeated by Roger, Henrik looked happy.

Place the scimitar in your hand into your rucksack.

"My attack is too strong, once it is released, even I can't control it, forget it this time."

"For your sake, I'll give you a little face."

Henrik waved his hand generously.

"I only played 60% of my power just now, so I'm not surprised that you can win."

"When I recover, let's find a chance to talk again."

Roger also understands Henrik's face, and he doesn't bother to argue, Henrik's strength has improved a lot, and with his help, he is more sure of his next actions.

After going back, Henrik simply packed up and left Bordeaux, and Roger was not idle, checking the news while consolidating his strength.

Four days passed in a flash, and Roger had successfully completed the cultivation of the second Ouroboros, but this time when he reversed the magic seal and drove it, the energy suddenly condensed and quickly dissipated.

"Failed?"

Roger was slightly stunned, he carefully studied the internal structure of the Yakxi Fayin, and found that although the external operation route of the Fayin was completely the same, it was in the internal structure.

There is a qualitative difference between the two seals.

It's not hard to understand when you think about it.

One is to drive the flame, and the other is to deceive people, which is completely contradictory.

On the last day before the 10-day appointment, Henrik finally returned to Bordeaux as promised, and he brought good news to Roger.

He met with Monsieur Sean and told him all about Crescent City, and although Sean did not fully believe Henrik's words, he planned to come to Bordeaux in secret.

But before he could do that, he needed to make some disguises.

On the other side, Dickinson, who was in Crescent City, was also prepared accordingly.

"The master is asleep, so this ceremony is different from the past, and there must be no mistakes in any of the links."

Dickinson looked at the few people in the room.

"Zaru, you're with me tomorrow."

"If that Roger doesn't show that much cooperation, then we'll have to try the second plan, although it will lose some of our soul energy."

"Quack ......"

A strange laugh came.

"I love this job."

"When I absorb his soul, can I give that kid's body to me?"

A figure flashed.

"That witch's meat was so tender last time that it tasted a little greasy."

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