Demon Hunter and His Cabin Chapter 288 - 288 288 Origin

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Origin Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Origin Kant collapsed on the ground and watched Roger chanically nod his head.

It was at this mont that, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow attacking Roger from behind.

“Watch out!”

He shouted loudly.

“Bang!”

He thought Roger would be hit by the monster, but in the blink of an eye, the man in front of him deftly twisted to the side and kicked out!

This ti Roger was prepared, his kick was stronger, faster, and the monster obviously underestimated Roger’s strength, being hit in the head by his kick.

Crack!

A crisp sound unexpectedly ca from the monster’s hard wooden neck, its head tilted, and the monster was kicked by Roger, breaking through the wooden door inside and disappearing into the darkness.

The blood in his veins surged; Roger suppressed the pain within him.

Without his handy Steel Sword and with his injuries not yet healed, Roger had, however, grown accustod to the pain.

This level of suffering could not affect his actions in the slightest.

“Turn on the light!”

Roger ordered and then walked toward the interior.

Kant struggled to his feet and turned on the light in the room, squinting at the sudden brightness.

After his eyes had transford, Roger was unaffected by this level of darkness, turning on the light was simply for Kant’s convenience.

Seeing Roger heading inside, Kant didn’t idle either; he opened a hidden compartnt in the cabinet and pulled out a shotgun.

For an Arnia citizen, it was essential to have a double-barreled shotgun at ho, and it seed that being at sea was no exception.

Inside the darkness, Roger narrowed his eyes.

The space wasn’t large, just a fixed bed, the air laden with the scent of a young girl, and the wall behind the bedside had so damage, probably from when the monster had been kicked by Roger into the room.

But at this mont, the cramped space was devoid of any sign of the monster.

Concentrating his mind, Roger checked again.

“Disappeared into thin air?”

Hunter Vision had also failed to detect any trace, but then, a flash of inspiration struck, and Roger seed to think of sothing.

“Open the door, to the deck!”

Roger roared.

“The monster’s gone!”

Kant was initially stunned, but thinking of his family’s safety, his expression imdiately tensed. He had just opened the door when a figure dashed up to the deck ahead of him.

“That thing is made of wood!”

“The whole ship is essentially its ho; it can go anywhere there’s wood!”

Roger shared his conjecture.

As soon as he reached the deck, Roger saw the three won huddled together, but before he could speak, a figure erged from the wooden planks behind them.

In just a breath, the figure swelled to nearly three ters tall, its wooden body bristling with sharp spikes, and from its vacant face emanated an eerie rage.

Kant, following close behind Roger, also witnessed this scene.

“Where exactly did you get this ship from?”

Roger asked, rushing forward quickly.

“I might have been wrong; this ship isn’t its ho.”

“It’s its body!”

“Holly!”

“Get down!”

Kant yelled loudly.

The woman heard her husband’s warning and, without hesitating, threw herself to the ground with the two children.

The next mont, a shadow soared over the heads of the trio and then collided with the monster over three ters tall!

Bang!

Roger’s foot struck the monster’s head, and amidst the flying sawdust, the creature’s entire head burst open with a crash.

Roger was in midair, stomping down several tis consecutively, and by the ti he landed, the monster had been completely shattered from its chest down to its pelvis by Roger’s feet.

The wooden body split in two, the break uneven, and even though there was no blood, one could feel the grueso nature of flesh and bone.

“So powerful!”

Maggie was the closest, and she watched from the side as the figure descended from the sky, the robust body, the transcendent strength, that might would likely be etched into her mory forever.

Kant, holding a shotgun in the distance, also fell into a daze, having grappled with the creature and thus was relatively familiar with its strength.

Having worked in his field for many years and often exercising, Kant’s physique was definitely strong among common people, yet even so, he felt as fragile as a child in the hands of that monster.

Even the gun in his hands…

After killing the monster and landing on the ground, Roger furrowed his brow slightly.

Despite kicking out several tis in succession, the hardness he felt from the body of the creature was no different from that of ordinary planks.

He turned to look at Kant and the others.

“Stay away from any wood nearby,” Roger shouted.

“The monster is not dead yet.”

No sooner had he spoken when the wooden plank beneath Kant’s feet ejected him into the air, and amidst the chaos, Kant aid his shotgun below him.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Without looking at Kant’s fight, Roger took a step forward, scooped up Maggie and Katie with his right arm, and wrapped his left arm around Holly.

Carrying the three won, his speed was still lightning-fast, and he leaped onto the top of the control room in a few strides, where the view was open and the roof was made of tal.

Kant fired several shots to repel the monster and quickly climbed onto the roof as well.

Whether from shock or so other reason, the girl nad Maggie clung tightly to Roger, and when he set the three of them on the roof and pulled away, she didn’t let go right away.

“What’s the story with this ship?” Roger asked.

“Has soone died on board, or has it been to so strange place?”

Holly, still unsettled, had narrowly escaped being violated by a piece of wood in the darkness and hadn’t yet recovered from her fear.

“Nothing strange…” Kant shook his head.

“I’ve always longed for the sea, dread of becoming a sailor, but life’s pressures eventually led to beco a police officer instead.”

“I’ve assembled this ship over the years, piece by piece.”

“Oh, right!”

Kant suddenly rembered sothing.

“The wooden structure of the hull, I bought it from a salvage team, an organization that specialized in shipwreck recovery.”

“According to them, this timber was once part of a sailboat called the Mary Celeste, and I don’t know anything about this part of history.”

“How could an ancient sailboat still be so well preserved until now?”

“I dismantled most of the original structure, keeping only the basic frawork, and oh, the figurehead too!”

Standing on the roof, Kant pointed in the direction of the bow.

“The main reason I bought that wreck was because of that figurehead, it looked very historical…”

As he was talking, Kant suddenly stopped. In the moonlight, the spot where the figurehead should have been was empty.

Seeing this, Roger too understood the cause and effect.

“A figurehead?”

This situation was also a first for Roger, and he too was uncertain about how to classify the creature before him.

“What should we do?” Maggie asked, clinging to Roger’s arm in terror.

“Find its body and kill it,” replied Roger as he jumped down from the top of the control room.

“Stay up there and don’t get in the way!”