Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Deerhead Spirit Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Deerhead Spirit “Nice view!”
Roger stood atop a tree, looking out at the distant scenery. The green forest stretched and undulated, rging with the faraway sky on the horizon.
One could experience a feeling completely different from being at sea within the forest.
He took a deep breath. Roger exclaid sincerely, “Maybe this is the breath of nature.”
“Huh…”
Just then, a repressed, frenzied growl ca from not too far behind him in the jungle.
“A beast, monster?”
Roger turned around and saw a pair of large antlers erging from the woods.
“A deer, here?”
He muttered sowhat curiously.
“Rustle rustle.”
The next mont, the leaves parted like a tide, as if the plants had animal senses, desperately avoiding sothing terrifying.
“Thud.”
A figure stepped out, its foot sinking into the leaf-covered dirt.
And the ease on Roger’s face completely solidified.
“Can’t be this unlucky, right?”
Seeing a large wound on the creature’s cheek, Roger realized that this was the Deerhead Spirit that the Round Table Knight Order had once set out to capture.
Before he could make a choice, the next second, the Deerhead Spirit not far away raised its palm.
Falling from the top of a tree branch, almost at the sa ti, a goose-egg sized spike whizzed by right in front of Roger.
[Alder]
Without any hesitation, Roger, hanging mid-air, released a Dharma Seal, and his body strangely shifted to the left. His feet kicked against the trunk of a tree, gaining a brief respite. Roger quickly leaped to the back of a large tree.
Thud!
The next second, a tree thick enough to be embraced by a person was instantly penetrated, and the sharp spike stopped only after hitting the protective Quinn Dharma Seal around him.
“This guy is Third Tier?”
Roger yelled and, in the mont of turning, drew the Cursed Sword from his back.
Clang!
Powerful energy transferred from his palm to his body. Roger stepped back to block the Deerhead Spirit’s attack.
Energy flowed through his body, the deer antlers atop the Deerhead Spirit’s head glowing with a verdant light.
Although Roger really wanted to move forward and chop off a piece for his Alchemy Potions, after comparing the two sides’ strengths and the current environnt, Roger did not hesitate to turn around and flee.
In the depths of the forest, the Deerhead Spirit was akin to a demigod of the place; materials might be valuable, but life was more precious.
“Roar!”
Seeing Roger attempting to escape, the Deerhead Spirit let out an angry roar. In an instant, the trees within a hundred-ter diater seed to co alive.
With every step Roger surged forward, he had to face countless vines and branches attacking him, with the most terrifying pressure coming from the Deerhead Spirit behind him.
If he rembered correctly, Goway once told him that this terrifying creature could control the plants within a certain range and even the active monsters within them!
“So the danger the Mountain Woman warned about ca from here,” Roger finally understood the Mountain Woman’s past advice at that mont.
He didn’t want to risk his life for treasure, only to lose it without enjoying the spoils.
[Igni]
Flas gushed out and spread quickly, soon enveloping a large area. In the chaos, Roger still discerned the correct direction. If he went any deeper into the forest under such circumstances, he might end up staying there forever.
Thump, thump, thump.
Although the surrounding plants were controlled by the Deerhead Spirit, writhing as if they were alive, they were, after all, ordinary plants that couldn’t withstand the damage brought by the Igni Dharma Seal.
But facing the fiery damage that ordinary monsters would desperately avoid, the Deerhead Spirit’s body surface glowed faintly and it actually stepped forward, walking directly into the flas!
The flas sizzled as they scorched against its protective surface, causing a collision of energies.
As it moved forward, the Deerhead Spirit’s movents paused slightly, lifting its head in confusion, having lost the trace of that detestable human.
This was almost impossible for it.
The forest was its backyard, and every plant around was like a part of its body, making it impossible for anyone who stepped on them to escape its perception.
Unless the other party could leap beyond the limits of its perception in an instant.
If one had such combat strength, then it might be the one that needed to flee.
It opened its mouth and uttered a series of strange sounds, not the spell to activate a Spell but rather a fluctuating pitch that seed to be inherited from an ancient language.
“Strange?”
In the mont it was distracted, a figure suddenly burst out from the burning flas, attacking with such speed that its energy completely erupted the instant the attack was launched!
It was Roger!
After creating a large area of burning flas, Roger did not choose to quickly flee; instead, he hid his form and concealed himself within the flas.
[Extre Igni]
Almost at the mont he launched his attack, Roger unleashed all the strength in his body.
The Array in his mind spun rapidly, and in an instant, Roger drained all his spiritual power, his effort so forceful that the already ford funnel-shaped Array’s structure even beca slightly loose.
But precisely because of this, the power of the Igni that burst forth was incredibly strong, and the defense coating the Deerhead Spirit was instantly broken; the next second, an attack fueled by all of Roger’s strength was descending upon the top of the Deerhead Spirit’s head!
[Heavy]!
It wasn’t because Roger was greedy, foolishly seeking to obtain the Hart Spirit’s Horn even when he knew it was an unbeatable situation.
It was because he knew if he couldn’t damage the Deerhead Spirit’s horns, which helped it perceive its surroundings, he would never be able to escape this dreadful enemy in the forest.
Endless pursuit and the threat of multiple enemies that could swarm him at any mont.
In such a situation, Roger had no chance of survival.
So, knowing full well the high risk of a stealth attack, Roger had no choice but to attempt it.
“Burst out for !”
The space between his thumb and forefinger split, blood reddening the Cursed Sword, and under Roger’s intent, the Dark Energy entwined around the Cursed Sword began to boil.
With amplified strength, Roger struck the almost unguarded Deerhead Spirit with his most powerful pose.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound echoed.
A clear crack appeared on the antler struck by Roger, and joy flashed across his face as he unhesitatingly unleashed all his strength. But just when he thought he could sever a piece of the Deerhead Spirit’s horn in one fell swoop…
For the first ti, the ambushed Deerhead Spirit unleashed a terrifying power befitting that of a Heritage Knight set for the kill.
Powerful energy erupted from the cracks in its antler, where the Hart Spirit’s horn was the source of its energy and also the most solid part of its body.
The sudden outburst imdiately blew Roger, who was in mid-air, away.
As he retreated, a hint of regret showed on Roger’s face.
If it hadn’t been for the fight against the Rose Princess and the ensuing depletion of most of the Dark Energy stored in the Cursed Sword, then that stealthy strike would have not only temporarily cut off the Deerhead Spirit’s Perception Ability.
It might even have been possible to sever it with a clean slice.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, the overwhelming energy slightly exceeding Roger’s body’s capacity, causing light internal injuries.
After landing, he hesitated no longer, looking back at the Deerhead Spirit burning in the flas.
“The horn can stay there, I’ll co for it next ti.”
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