Chapter 499: Chapter 482: The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two in One) Chapter 499: Chapter 482: The Decline of the Demon Hunter (Two in One) Ingmar’s body underwent special modifications in his youth, and years of battle had placed a great burden on it, compounded by so injuries after entering New Moon City.
Eventually reaching the critical point, even after recovering from his injuries, it was no longer suitable to continue fighting, so the hearty Demon Hunter had to bid farewell to his forr life.
Even though he couldn’t take on missions anymore, Ingmar would still co to the bar for a drink from ti to ti, but without the enhancent of special abilities, she seed like an ordinary person.
Tired, drunk.
Vincent behind the bar greeted her, and a waitress helped the drunken Ingmar towards the door.
“She needs to start a new life.”
Vincent placed the cleaned glass on the bar and spoke with profound aning.
Roger said nothing.
He knew that he had now distanced himself from the common Demon Hunters at the bottom.
In the bar, the vast majority of people he t had not transcended, they honed their own skills and participated in battles, longing to beco stronger and stronger, to the day when they would break their shackles and surpass their limits.
It’s a pity that not to ntion the whole world, but even in Arnia, the common Demon Hunters are not considered strong individuals.
In Europe, Wizards are just a part of the Natural Association, ranking last among the three great forces.
However, here, the once Cassandra and her Voodoo Association, they would have done anything to beco a part of the spellcaster team in Arnia.
This disparity is truly despairing.
In comparison, ordinary Demon Hunters are indeed quite insignificant.
Roger stood up, leaving a banknote under the bottom of the cup.
“What would you like to drink, my treat.”
Vincent’s voice ca from the counter.
“Of course, it’s real booze.”
Roger shook his head smilingly.
“A new Demon Hunter, are you?”
“It’s been a long ti since any fresh blood joined the bar, welco.”
The lively bar had quietened a lot compared to the days he and Henrik had hung out there.
At that ti, Abraham had lured a large number of ordinary hunters into New Moon City for his own purposes, resulting in a lot of casualties, and it would probably take a very long ti to recover.
“I’m just passing by, ca in for a sit.”
Roger nodded in acknowledgnt and turned to leave the bar.
In a few short months in Europe, his progress had been astonishing, who could have thought that the last ti he entered this bar, he was just an ordinary hunter who had recently transcended.
But now, his actual combat power was close to Fourth Tier, even in Europe, aside from the several major forces, he was one of the strongest Transcendents.
Cassandra and Abraham were once insurmountable mountains standing before him, but now the mountains had been leveled, and Roger had reached a new height.
“Perhaps this is what it ans to be Transcendent.”
Roger gained so new understanding.
In recent tis, as he drew closer to Fourth Tier and delved into his own strength and the refinent of Pale Blood,
it caused Roger to experience a subtle and profound change, from his spirit to his body, and even his mindset.
The change from Third Tier to Fourth Tier was even greater than all the previous levels combined.
“I originally thought that guy was a new Demon Hunter too.” A man at a nearby table wiped the beer froth from his beard.
“The world is changing.”
Soone sighed.
“From longswords to handguns, maybe one day Demon Hunters will be replaced by sothing else.”
“It’s unavoidable, we can’t awaken like Bloodline Holders, our potential is always limited.”
“Isn’t every country trying to develop Super Soldiers? But what of it, technology is technology, transcendence is transcendence.”
“They may be able to replicate a whole bunch of super soldiers, but they will never be able to mass-produce Transcendents.”
The man finished his drink and stood up.
“Enough talk, there’s a mission tomorrow.”
Vincent looked at the sowhat empty bar, with an indecipherable thought in his eyes.
The decline of Demon Hunters was perhaps inevitable, unless…
With this thought, Vincent shook his head helplessly.
Having experienced so much, he still believed in miracles and the future.
…..
At this ti, Roger had already taken a plane from Bordeaux.
Destination, Mist City.
After erasing his traces, Roger changed his clothes and appearance upon disembarking the plane, then stealthily arrived at a certain villa in Mist City.
He quietly sneaked into the room, and it was deep into the night, the room silent, evidently unoccupied for a long ti.
After searching around with no findings, Roger rushed to the next location.
All through the night, from Mist City to the nearby other cities, Roger changed locations several tis, finally arriving at a residential area on the outskirts after not too long.
A familiar figure appeared.
“Lancelot, I’ve been looking for you a long ti.”
Roger did not speak, his face expressionless as he regarded the uninvited person.
“Gawain, you dare to show up?”
Roger narrowed his eyes, looking up at the crescent moon overhead.
“Lancelot, you’ve seen my other form in the night.”
Gawain spread his palms openly, a smile unlike any usual one on his lips.
“I’m strongest under the sun, but I’m crazier at night.”
“Comparatively, I would recomnd you fight under the sun, have you forgotten the lesson from last ti?”
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