The space around him was still crumbling, but Roger's attention was all on the Hunter's Hut.

The power of Daniela, Cain, and Fasco was reconstructed and absorbed, and in addition to the most core abilities, they also accumulated a large number of rule fragments as they grew up.

And with the materialization, the things in the room are gradually enriched.

A desk, a rug, a vase with a unique shape.

In addition to the owners who live here, the originally empty rooms have become richer.

By this time, Roger's mood had calmed down, but it was still not the end of it, and a large part of the main forces of the three of them were extremely compatible with Roger.

Fasco's space, Cain's devastation and purity from the flesh, and Danila, whose abilities are the most bizarre.

The omniscient eye is all-encompassing, peeping, deducing, and confusing......

Countless rules intertwined, and when they became part of the hunter's hut, this otherwise illusory space became real.

Roger's own perception has skyrocketed.

What he could touch in front of him was perhaps one of the few three rings in this plane.

The Twelve Dragons have almost completely wiped out their armies, and the powerful transcendents under the command of the Lord of the Mist have also suffered heavy losses.

The number of the remaining hidden Three-Ring Transcendents probably doesn't exceed the number of five fingers.

And they are all hiding in places where they cannot be found, perhaps sleeping, or planning to escape the catastrophe once and for all.

The energy of the three of them brought Roger more benefits than he could have imagined.

Because of the Hunter's Hut, although Roger has frantically improved his combat power, he can be called the strongest third-order, but in fact, this is just an additional increase, and he is still a ring sealer.

After all, strength can be improved, but accumulation takes time.

But now, with the final additions of the three of them, the huge and grand power of rules flashed through Roger's mind in great detail.

He completed the long accumulation, and with the help of the hunter's hut he had all the fruits of the trio.

Three clear rings lit up, and Roger's strength was still improving, but he soon sensed the invisible shackles.

"Is this the limit of the entire plane?"

"It's not enough, this kind of power is not enough for me to break through the confinement around me!"

Roger is desperately squeezing his potential, the energy is like a torrent, and his body is almost a bottomless pit.

But after a long time, no matter how hard he tried, that hidden barrier just couldn't be broken.

A burst of enlightenment rose in his heart, and at this moment, after the accumulation of energy, the hunter's hut in the depths of his consciousness finally ushered in another ascension.

Roger's Hunter's Cabin: LV4

Condition: Perfect.

This is the embodiment of rules, but the small house is almost a world.

Roger knew that if he was willing to expand the area covered by the Hunter's Hut at this moment, what would end up being a small world.

Because the Shadow Cottage is fused with the Tower of the World, he is attached to a ready-made transcendent world, which can be used as a template to create a backyard of his own.

A dim light rose, and a transparent door opened deep inside the hunter's hut, through which Roger seemed to hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

An inexplicable wave of affection rose in his heart, and he knew that this was his end.

The body moves forward uncontrollably until it suddenly stops before taking the final step.

That's the way home.

Once inside, Roger will say goodbye to this place forever and return to the place where he started.

"No!"

He wants to survive, desperately wants to escape from this whirlpool, but survival is not the only purpose, there are friends he values in this world, close lovers, and many familiar faces.

Not only can we not leave, but we must fight.

【Home】Mighty Demon Hunter, you have completed your mission, and now it's time to put down your steel sword and return to nature.

There you will find your home.

May your soul sleep in peace.

Roger withdrew his hand and stepped back cautiously, feeling that the door had an invisible attraction, which made him always subconsciously want to get closer, which came from the instinct of the depths of his soul.

It can even be said that it is the ultimate goal after he was created.

He knew that as time went by, as the structure of the hut became complete, the attraction would grow stronger.

Maybe one day, he will rush into it desperately and take away all the rules of plundering in this world.

It wasn't simply taking away some power, Roger knew that after he entered, a deeper level of invasion and plunder followed.

The world gains authority, and all that remains is to extract and fill.

The description of [Multiple Bursts] has hardly changed much, and Roger originally thought that every additional layer of his burst would increase his strength by one link.

But now it seems that he was clearly too idealistic.

Not to mention the five rings, it is already very rare to be able to go further on the existing basis.

[Chaos and Order] The control of a variety of rules allows you to create your own order within a certain area. Chaos breaks the rules and leaves everything in disorder.

In this disorder, all you can rely on is your body and swordsmanship.

The mark on the spine of the sword gradually lit up, and now his body strength had reached three rings, and after multiple bursts of superposition.

He may be able to break through the limitations of this plane for a while.

Let him be the strongest of those two rulers, and even have a chance to show them his sword!

"It's time to leave."

Roger opened his eyes, and destruction was imminent, but by this time he had found his way away.

At this time, although he could not enter the Misty World, he could vaguely feel it, and the back of the Misty World or deeper was the place where the Lord of the Mist placed his body.

Even small implications can be connected.

With his eyes like lightning, Roger stabbed the long sword in his hand somewhere in the void.

The trajectory of the longsword is clear and looks concise and powerful.

In fact, at the same time as the sword was drawn again, Roger's mind had already completed countless deductions, but a simple sword pierced through layers of spatial barriers.

At the same time, the power in Roger's body exploded.

One layer and two layers!

When accumulating to the third layer, a faint ring appeared on him.

That's the sign of entering the Fourth Ring Road.

The pure and powerful power could not be suppressed, and Roger tore a huge gap along the gap he saw.

The next second, he stretched out his palm, tore through the space, and returned to the normal world.

Then he saw Hamza and the terror that flashed in his eyes.

"You ......" Hamza clenched the scepter in his hand, looking at Roger with a wary gaze.

Not too long had passed, but the person in front of him had changed dramatically, and he was familiar with the aura.

That air of invincibility.

"What did you do?"

"Or what did you give?"

Hamza quickly returned to normal, "Is it the strength that the woman gave you?" ”

"That's fine, it's been too long since I've met a decent opponent, so let's split the winner before the final battle comes."

"Four rings, there can only be one!"

After speaking, he raised the scepter in his hand, and the black aura exploded round and round, and the heart in his chest beated, making Hamza's strength even higher.

They were in that desolate world, the ground beneath their feet was crumbling, and it could be destroyed at any moment.

The darkness of the whole world converged on Hamza's body, and then his body shook slightly, and another figure stepped out from behind him.

"Let me see the power that woman gives you!"

Hamza swung his weapon, and the shadows around him activated at the same time.

"I'm not like you."

Roger held on to the moment of the burst, and then a wrist shake pushed the progression of multiple bursts to the limit.

Woo~

There was a shrill whistling in the air, as if the whole world could not withstand his power, more overwhelming than the power displayed by Hamza Roger.

"Please give me strength!"

Hamza turned into darkness, and the two figures staggered to attack.

The rules of energy collided, but compared to Hamza's madness, Roger's expression was indifferent, and he seemed to have known the outcome of the battle.

Thick veins spread out of the black heart and plunged into the depths of Hamza's body, and it wasn't long before he was covered in terrible flesh.

The aristocratic salute on his body was shattered, and his meticulous hair became messy, but at this moment, the black sun on his forehead was getting brighter and brighter.

He no longer has the grace of the aristocracy, all that remains is ferocity.

Those terrible black veins had made up his armor, and even pierced from the palm of his hand, covering the scepter.

"It's also the power of giving, why are you stronger than me?"

Hamza's sense of powerlessness in the face of a strong enemy is more difficult for Hamza to accept than a temporary defeat, and although Roger has achieved an absolute advantage, it is difficult to kill this strong enemy in a short period of time.

The battle between the two was stalemate, but soon Roger found his chance.

"First Seal!" The sigil on the spine of the sword is lit.

And finally, the second, the third.

The power of the five sword seals shrouded all around, and then the long sword jumped, and the five forces were disrupted at the same time.

[Chaos]

Thundered!

The surrounding energy lost its balance and order, and this time, because of Roger's increased strength, the chaos brought about was even more complete.

"Do you think I'm going to be fooled?"

Two voices rang out at the same time, and the intonation blended perfectly.

This time, after the confusion of the rules, the shadow summoned by Hamza did not disappear. When Roger looked closely, he noticed that there seemed to be many black pieces of flesh mixed in the shadows.

It seems that Hamza actually cut off his body, and that part of the power melted into the shadows, which saved him in the chaos.

And at this point, the situation in the field becomes a pair of twos.

"That's what I want, so you can die a little slower."

Roger tapped his feet and leaned forward slightly, he chose to hold the sword in both hands, and his fierce gaze locked on the enemy on the opposite side as he advanced.

In this moment, he found the feeling of hunting.

This is the Witcher!

Blood splattered, warm liquid puffed on the face, its own, but more often from the enemy.

Roger seemed to have forgotten about the pain, he just focused on moving, swinging, fighting, and in the rhythm, the weapon found that weak balance in the chaos.

That's order in chaos.

Ho ho!

When he detached himself from his own world, he saw Hamza's terrified face.

His gaze shifted downward, and the witcher in his hand drank blood, piercing Hamza's chest.

The heart was beating wildly, squeezing the last trace of strength from Hamza's body and soul, but the more it absorbed, the faster Hamza's body would collapse.

And as time passed, in the depths of Roger's consciousness, a black sun appeared in the void outside the hunter's hut.

"You...... What are you? ”

"I'm the strongest ......"

Hamza stared at Roger, but before his question could be answered, his body quickly withered, and even his soul was drained.

The world was dark, and Hamza left no trace in this world, his shadows shattered, and his power disappeared without a trace.

"It's finally over."

Roger looked up, but he couldn't see any light in front of him, and his heart was heavy.

After killing Hamza, he also planned to leave here, and he didn't want to get too involved in the struggle between the Lord of the Mists and the Primordial Dragon.

But at this moment, the surrounding sounds disappeared in an instant, and even the collapsed world fell to a standstill, and then he saw a hand tear through the void and appear out of thin air.

And then the second one.

With that comes the torso, as well as other parts of the body.

Until finally, the darkness condensed, and a head appeared, filling up the last part of the body.

Then the darkness was completely dispelled, as if it were a vast ocean, and Roger heard the sound of rolling waves.

But when he came back to his senses, he realized that what he had just heard was only an illusion.

No sea, no tides.

The patchwork body writhed for what seemed to be the first attempt in countless years, and then opened its eyes.

Swish!

In the split second of their gazes, Roger felt his soul being pulled out of his body, and then the scenery around him changed rapidly.

The darkness is gone.

He lowered his head and saw the patterns on the side of the wrist armor, the delicate lines of his fingers. Take a deep breath, it's the smell of grease left over from the careful care of the tabletop.

There was a crackling in my ears, and the fire was blazing.

Across from him was a familiar figure.

Hamza?

No, just similar.

The temperaments of the two are very different.

"Lord of the Mist......" Roger spat out the other's name.

"See what I see?"

"A demon hunter."

The Lord of the Mist had a smile on his lips, but it wasn't comfortable no matter how you looked at it.

Roger let out a sigh.

Although the Demon Hunter was just an identity, he could hear many meanings from the other party's words.

"What about you? What should I call you? ”

Roger notices his standard witcher attire.

"A nobleman of Nilfgaard, or a court warlock?"

He replied unceremoniously.

Roger's words caused the pride on the Lord of the Mist to freeze instantly, and he lost his mind for three seconds before exhaling.

"Hehe, that's right, here, the past identity doesn't mean anything."

"We're all wretched."