Ingmar's body was specially modified when she was a child, and years of fighting took a heavy toll on her body, plus she suffered some injuries after entering Crescent City.

The body finally reached a critical value, and after recovering from his injuries, it was not suitable to continue fighting, so this bold demon hunter could only say goodbye to his former life.

Although she could no longer accept the mission, Ingmar would come to the bar from time to time to drink, but without the blessing of special abilities, she became like an ordinary person.

Will be tired, will be drunk.

Vincent, who was standing behind the bar, said hello, and a waitress walked out with a drunken Ingmar in her arms.

"She needs to start a new life."

Vincent said meaningfully as he placed his wiped glass on the bar.

Roger didn't say anything.

He knew that he had distanced himself from the ordinary demon hunters at the bottom.

In the bar, most of the people he saw had not entered the transcendental, they had honed themselves for battle, longing for the day when they would become stronger and stronger, and that they would break through the shackles and break through the limits.

It's a pity not to mention that in the whole world, even in Menia, ordinary demon hunters are not very powerful individuals.

In Europe, wizards are just one of the last of the three great powers of nature.

But here, the former Kassandra and the Voodoo Society she wielded, they all wanted to be part of the team of Meniya spellcasters.

This disparity is truly desperate.

Ordinary demon hunters are too insignificant in comparison.

Roger stood up and pressed a note from the bottom of his cup.

"If you want to have a drink, I'll ask you."

Vincent's voice came from the bar.

"Real wine, of course."

Roger smiled and shook his head.

"Is it a new Demon Hunter?"

"It's been a long time since there's been a new blood in the bar, and you're welcome."

Compared to the time he and Henrik were hanging out here, the lively bar was much more deserted.

At that time, Arrahan attracted a large number of ordinary hunters to the Crescent City for his own purposes, which caused a lot of casualties, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to recover.

"I just happened to be passing by, and I came in and sat down."

Roger nodded and turned to leave the bar.

In just a few months in Europe, his progress was astonishing, and who would have thought that the last time he walked into this bar, he was just an ordinary hunter who had just entered the extraordinary.

But now, his actual combat power is close to the 4th order, and even in Europe, he is the strongest transcendent except for a few major forces.

Kassandra and Arrahan were once impassable mountains in front of him, but now that they have been leveled, Roger has reached new heights.

"Maybe that's the extraordinary."

Roger had some new understanding.

Recently, as the distance to the fourth order has been getting closer and closer, as well as the excavation of his own power and the refinement of pale blood.

This made Roger's whole person, from mental to physical, and even mentality have undergone some subtle changes.

The change from the third order to the fourth order is even greater than the change of all the previous levels combined.

"I thought that guy was a new demon hunter too." A man sitting at a nearby table wiped the beer foam from his beard.

"The world is changing."

Someone sighed.

"From swords to pistols, maybe one day the Demon Hunter will be replaced by something else."

"There is no way to do this, we can't awaken like the bloodline, our height is always limited."

"Isn't every country trying to find a way to study super soldiers? But so what, technology is technology, and the extraordinary is extraordinary. ”

"They may be able to replicate a large number of super soldiers, but they will never be able to mass-produce transcendentals."

The man drank the wine from his glass and stood up.

"Don't talk about it, there is a task tomorrow."

Vincent looked at the somewhat deserted bar, wondering what he was thinking.

The fall of the Demon Hunter may be inevitable, unless ......

Thinking of this, Vincent shook his head helplessly.

After going through so much, I still believe in miracles and the future.

。。。。。

By this time, Roger had already left Bordeaux by plane.

Destination, Fog Capital.

Erasing the traces left by himself, after getting off the plane, Roger changed his clothes and changed his appearance, and then quietly came to a villa somewhere in the fog capital.

He crept into the room, it was late at night, the room was silent, and it was apparently empty for a long time.

After searching around and finding nothing, Roger rushed to the next location.

Throughout the night, from the fog to other nearby cities, Roger changed places several times in a row, and finally arrived at a house in the suburbs not long after.

A familiar figure appeared.

"Lancelot, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Roger didn't speak, he looked at someone who came uninvited.

"Gawain, do you dare to show up?"

Roger narrowed his eyes and looked at the crescent moon hanging overhead.

"Lancelot, you've seen me in another form in the night."

Gawain spread his palms defenselessly, a smile on his lips that was completely different from his usual.

"I'm the strongest in the sun, but I'm crazier in the night."

"Comparatively, I recommend that you fight me in the sun, have you forgotten the lesson from the last time?"

As soon as the words fell, the aura on his whole body swelled violently, and there was even a hint of eager light in his eyes.

Roger lowered his head and didn't squeak.

He heard some information from Gawain's words, which Gawain had never mentioned when he communicated with Gawain as a mist.

In addition, due to the damage to his soul, the memories absorbed by Dirio's mask are in tatters, and there is no information about them.

Roger wisely did not continue the subject, "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

The corners of Gawain's mouth were raised, and the smile that was incomparably gentle on weekdays made people feel a little weird at this time.

"You still haven't suppressed the desire in your heart at last, since you've disappeared for a while, then Bedwell must be dead."

"Did you kill him?"

"It's none of your business." Roger replied indifferently.

"How can it not matter?"

"The two of us have been fighting openly and secretly for nearly a hundred years, let's talk about it, will anyone know you better than me?"

Roger's heart sank.

"Tell me, what the hell do you want to do?"

Roger pretended to be irritated and raised his hand violently, and a frosty weapon appeared in his right hand.

"This is the suburbs, there are no people around, you should know what I'm going to do next?"

"Haha!"

"To be honest, I really want to move my muscles."

"But I'm not here to fight you today, I'm just trying to give you a little advice."

"Kill Bedwell, and you're the only candidate for regimental commander, if you get Green's reuse in the next period of time and a chance to take his place."

Gawain smiled.

"Then nothing happened to us today or before."

Roger's disguised Lancelot had a soothing expression on his face.

"But if, he still didn't choose you, but chose someone else......"

"Then I think we might try to work together once."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse."

"I just mentioned a possibility, and I will find a way to help you release the confinement in your soul when the time comes."

"Fuck off, I don't want to hear another word coming out of your mouth!"

Roger let out a roar, interrupting Gawain's words.

"Think about it, it's just a backup option, and you may never need it."

"But in case ......"

Gawain looked at Roger with a smile, he spat out a questioning tone, but the expression on his face was one of determination.

Just like he once suggested.

He knew Lancelot's character, and he knew more secrets, and he knew very well that the man in front of him would next follow his own arrangement, step by step, towards that destined fate.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came.

"What if?"

"There's no more in case."

Somewhere in the room the air dispersed like water waves, and in the midst of the ripples, a woman with a chalice appeared.

Looking at Galahad who suddenly broke in, Gawain's face changed first, and in an instant, the aura on his body swelled violently and then contracted suddenly.

With just one breath, Gawain regained his composure.

Galahad's face was frosty, and she glanced at Roger coldly, "Mr. Lancelot, you have been missing for a long time, which has attracted the attention of the head of the regiment and some people in the upper echelons of the Privy Council. ”

As she spoke, her gaze finally fell on Gawain.

"No need to check, Mr. Green didn't come."

"It's just a traitor, there's no need to attract the attention of the Fourth Order."

She gave a sarcastic smile.

"If Mr. Green had come, you'd probably be dead by this time."

A strange look flashed in Gawain's eyes, and he shook his head with a slight ease.

"Not necessarily."

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Gawain analyzed the situation in front of him, and at first he thought it was just a trap set by Lancelot, the purpose of which was to lure him out.

But Galahad's words soon dispelled his doubts.

It seems that Lancelot has been missing for a while, and Galahad is also looking for him, so he was approached by the other party as soon as he appeared.

But how did Gawain know that the situation in front of him was specially arranged by Roger.

Galahad had previously appeared at his manor with the Holy Grail in his hand, which gave Roger some insight into the woman.

The mask only changes the external form and some of the disguised breath, and the true essence is the core of Lancelot's heritage.

Roger knew that as long as he took out the Frost Sword and activated the energy on it, it wouldn't be long before Galahad heard the news.

As for whether Gawain will appear, Roger is not sure.

He just guessed that Gawain must have a reason for bewitching Lancelot, and as long as Lancelot killed Bedwell, he would have the next move.

Although there are some variables and risks in the whole process, from the current situation, it has basically reached Roger's previous vision.

The Holy Grail in his hand disappeared, and Galahad walked out of the corner, and the three of them stood in one direction each, and the distance between them was also very close, forming a triangle.

"Mr. Lancelot, Captain Green is very worried about your disappearance, and he will meet you himself when he returns."

"But I think if we can bring back a traitor's head, then Captain Green will be very happy."

There was a vague aura on Galahad's body, and she didn't mention the content of the previous exchange between the two.

Roger stood still, just clenching the weapon in his hand, but didn't answer any questions.

"Two to one."

"To be honest, among the 12 Knights of the Round Table, Galahad, your strength has always been a mystery."

Gawain sneered.

"Maybe the mystery will be revealed today."

"I enjoy fighting, but before I do that, I want to ask ......"

"Beautiful Galahad, will you be the candidate to replace Lancelot for regimental commander?"

"Tsk, there's no news coming out of the private world, but to be honest, a lot of people are curious about what you and Green are doing in that house."

Gawain in the dark was not as gentle as during the day, he was dark and cold, and as his tone increased, some changes began to appear in his body.

"Filthy thing!"

Galahad roared, and the next second, the whole person appeared in front of Gawain like a ghost.

"You're not Gawain, the man I know would never say such dirty things even for the sake of freedom."

The moment Galahad's figure appeared beside him, Gawain seemed to be prepared.

A little sarcasm flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand, and a knife like night suddenly flashed, and the weapon in Gawain's hand almost merged with the darkness, fierce, swift and silent.

He seemed to have already seen Galahad's reaction, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to hit his knife.

"Let me weigh your qualifications for myself."

Gawain's words, although facing Galahad, were more like those addressed to Roger, who was standing not far from him.

"What qualifications do you have to replace Lancelot as a candidate for the rank of Knight Captain?!"

Gao Wen stepped out, the muscles on his body bulged, and the shape of the whole person changed a lot.

"I hate the way I look."

"Look, I'm such a warm person."

"Boom!"

Gawain slashed dozens of knives in an instant.

This scene is extremely weird, one suddenly and the other have been prepared, and the movements of the two are as if they have been rehearsed countless times in advance.

Roger watched coldly, Gawain's combat effectiveness in the dark was very strong, but it wasn't Gawain who surprised him.

But Galahad, who has always been known for his beauty.

Roger caught a flash of darkness, followed by a dense slash.

In just an instant, Galahad was stabbed dozens of times, and his clothes were torn, revealing his body underneath.

Tong!

Galahad slammed into the wall behind him, the wooden structure of the house could not withstand this level of impact, and in the debris in the sky, Galahad burst out of the wall.

Gawain took a deep breath, as if to pull the darkness around him into his body.

The weapon in his hand changed shape, the ends elongated, and a little white light flashed at the tip.

He took a step forward.

"To be honest, I'm really disappointed."

Clenching the weapon in his hand, the power in Gawain's body exploded.

【Rays of the Night】

The spear pierced through the darkness and caught up with Galahad, who flew upside down.