Demon Hunter and His Cabin

"Emil made my wife give birth to his child and then established him as the heir to the throne, in this way, he and his offspring would forever control the Silver Dragon Clan."

Taking a deep breath, Ares calmed his emotions.

"So, can anyone tell me if the Dragon Saint establishes his offspring as the heir to the throne, this action that defies tradition..."

"Then is Kenneth's status as heir still valid?"

The crowd was silent, no one answered Ares' words.

"Then..."

"Since his status is invalid, the so-called doubts naturally don't stand, meaning that no matter the outcome of the fight just now, it's all invalid!"

At this point, he raised his head and looked at the few silhouettes in the sky.

"So I am still the Dragon King, and I will continue to face your scrutiny, and this is not the first time."

"Because according to the rules, even you cannot refuse me twice."

Ares was imposing.

"Father..." Kenneth spoke.

"Don't call me father!"

Ares shouted coldly.

"What a boring farce, I believe there's really a need to abolish the long-standing seat of the Silver Dragon Clan." Someone spoke.

Ulmanis nodded in agreement.

"You handle it yourselves." With those words barely spoken, a few figures beside him gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Roger sensed a gaze fall upon him.

"That is your sword." Ulmanis said slowly.

Roger nodded.

"Very strong."

"Although you seem weak, you give me a very dangerous feeling, and my intuition is never wrong, mysterious strong one, can you tell me your name?"

"Roger."

"I remember your name now."

Ulmanis stood up, and Roger noticed that the people around seemed completely unaware of the secret communication between them.

"With a strong person like you standing by that young man, Ares might be disappointed once more."

Ulmanis' voice held a trace of amusement.

"It seems you all don't like him, but why?" Roger was somewhat curious.

"Because we saw his future, and that future is filled with blood and disaster."

"Saw?" Roger was slightly stunned.

Ulmanis nodded, "We possess an intact eye of the World Serpent, which can help us glimpse an omen from the river of time."

"World Serpent? Hasn't it already crumbled into pieces?" The Lantern hanging at the door of the Hunter's Cabin was condensed from the fragments of the World Serpent.

"Surprised?"

"Since you know the World Serpent has shattered, you should also be able to think of the reason for its crumbling."

After a moment of silence, Roger slowly spoke.

"Someone killed it."

Ulmanis nodded.

"That's right."

"Through that eye, we saw signs of evil, which is why we collectively rejected Ares' joining, and the current situation tells us that the previous omen was correct."

Roger couldn't answer this question.

He also didn't know if it was the choice of Ulmanis and others that led to Ares' current state, or if Ares was inherently like this.

Ares and Emil share the same bloodline, for beings like them, it is naturally not possible to judge their offspring through so-called DNA testing.

They have evolved into beings entirely different from ordinary humans, altering certain characteristics of the bloodline with ease.

This is also why Ares can use despicable methods to exact revenge on Enil.

All his hatred stemmed from that initial failure.

All his efforts since birth vanished because of simple incompatibility.

Afterwards, in his eyes, that mild-mannered brother replaced him, taking away the position he dreamed of.

From that point on, Emil's every move was laden with conspiracy.

Emil's withdrawal.

Freya's various behaviors and premature birth.

His attention and favor toward Kenneth, everything was twisted by Ares.

What he wanted was an outlet, to dilute his past failure with conspiracies.

Because only this way could he prove his worth, find a reasonable excuse for his past failure.

Roger knew Ulmanis and others naturally wouldn't tell Ares the truth, and this doubt was distorted into hatred by Ares, spanning his entire life.

Thinking of these questions, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

The rights and wrongs within, he couldn't say for sure. However, why did Ulmanis from the void want to tell him these things?

"Someone as strong as you shouldn't be buried."

Ulmanis revealed the truth.

"Do you want to become one of us?"

Roger was taken aback.

"Me?"

"Is it that simple?"

He glanced at Ares, who was still on the brink of collapse.

"For the strong, there are always many advantages, of course. This doesn't mean you can become one of us now; it's just that it told me it would be beneficial for us if you could join."

Naturally, the 'it' refers to the eyeball of the World Serpent.

Seeing the smile on Ulmanis's face, Roger was alarmed in his heart. He thought for a moment but swallowed the question that came to his lips.

"If you're interested, you can contact us through the Land of the Dragonborn or the Dragon Temple scattered across powerful worlds."

"As long as you can pass the assessment..."

"Not interested."

Roger decisively rejected Ulmanis's offer.

He still couldn't figure out his own issues now. Blindly going along might be throwing himself into a trap.

"Uh..."

Ulmanis was somewhat embarrassed; he didn't expect Roger to refuse so straightforwardly.

"Don't rush, think it over. Becoming one of us, you would truly stand at the peak of this plane, and have a chance to meet that legendary figure."

"Primordial Dragon." Roger's expression altered slightly.

"You will know in the future, she is the beginning of everything." Ulmanis's face was full of reverence.

"That's it then, Roger from afar."

"I hope next time we meet, you'll be one of us."

The exchange between the two lasted but a moment. To outsiders, it only seemed that Ulmanis slowly stood up, glanced around, and then completely vanished.

"Keep working hard, you'll do better than Emil."

Before disappearing, Ulmanis left Kenneth with one last sentence.

Everyone heard this sentence.

It pretty much indicated all Dragon Envoys' attitude.

"Why?!"

"Why exactly?"

"Before it was him, now it's you!"

"Is this your conspiracy?" Ares's emotion collapsed instantly, with only one thought in his mind — to kill Kenneth, only by killing him could he wash away his shame.

If there were previous doubts about Kenneth's identity, and some internal debate within the Silver Dragon Clan, most people would have sided with Ares.

But now... Ulmanis and others' attitude made them clearly realize, the so-called Saint of the Earth Dragon, on the surface, belonged to the Silver Dragon Clan, but actually belonged to the Dragon Court.

Then the truth would change as well.

Additionally, Ares also underestimated Emil's status within the hearts of the entire Silver Dragon Clan members.

"The Saint is not like that, he has already sacrificed for us, no one can slander him!" Many shouted loudly.

They were supporters of Emil, not allowing anyone to insult Emil.

Ares's pupils contracted as small as needlepoints, and in the next moment, he struck out violently.

At this moment, he deeply regretted why he foolishly trusted Patrick's words, only dispatching Devour.

If he had acted himself, the result would likely have been very different.

"But now it's not too late!" He roared and launched an attack on Kenneth, standing not far away.

From such a distance, Kenneth couldn't react in time, and the violent blow hit him, piercing the ground in an instant.

But just then, a sharp pang struck Ares's heart, a sudden warning.

Swish!

A sharp sword light flashed, effortlessly slicing through the defenses he was known for, and a voice sounded in his ear.

"Can I consider your attack a challenge to me?"

"Why is it you?!" Seeing his opponent, Ares's face changed dramatically. Without turning around, he knew that not far behind him was Kenneth, completely unharmed.

The previous attack had merely grazed past Kenneth.

At this moment, Roger's eerie pupils returned to normal, and at the same time, the Axis Sword Seal on his weapon dimmed while the Aden Sword Imprint shone brightly!

"What did you do to me?" Ares realized the reason for his unusual emotions, but unfortunately, Roger gave him no chance to escape.

Roger smiled without speaking, but his gaze easily revealed his current mood.

"You guessed right, it was me."