Demon Hunter and His Cabin

But now, Heinris's attack was a harsh blow to Roger.

Not only was it the responsibility given by that world, but the Lord of the Mist was also a hidden threat.

Losing his own body, it's clear that Roger would make a better substitute.

Staying here any longer would only burden this world and the friends he cherishes.

Though reluctant, Roger knew it might be time for him to leave.

But first, he needed to deal with the trouble left by Heinris.

Just then, a voice echoed in his mind.

"Mr. Roger, hang on, I'm coming!"

Immediately, a figure squeezed out of the void.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, honestly, just by his appearance, no one would associate him with a Dragon Envoy.

Because he looked so ordinary, wearing a worn-out robe, with a slightly bulging belly, and even a bit balding.

The only thing worth praising on his entire body might be the two patches of mustache on his lips.

"Fasco?" Roger was also a bit unsure.

"Yes, it's me."

"Where's Heinris?" Fasco asked, full of vigilance.

"He's dead."

"Dead?" Fasco was first stunned, then shook his head.

"Pardon my boldness, Mr. Roger." He instantly appeared next to Roger, setting up several defenses.

"You might have been bewitched by him."

"Having fused with the Void Worm, he has become a master of disguise, and even I find it very difficult to locate him." He said while vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

"As a Void Walker, my power lies in the grasp of space, so in this aspect, I can be considered the most authoritative among the Twelve Dragon Envoys."

"How are you, are you seriously injured?"

Fasco made several strange gestures with his hands, asking casually without looking at Roger.

"I'm fine, Heinris is indeed dead, but the mess he left hasn't been dealt with yet, besides, there are those bizarre corpses on the ground."

Roger pointed to the still-merging monsters.

"Don't worry about those things, they're a type of war machine under the Lord of the Mist, each of them connected to the Soul Realm, as long as they aren't completely destroyed, they can be replenished through the soul at any time."

"To deal with such things, damaging their bodies or destroying souls is not the right method, but if you sever the connection with the Soul Realm, it won't be long before their bodies die on their own."

"Of course, this sounds simple, but in the heat of battle, there's often no time to manage, so honestly, they're indeed a bit troublesome."

"I see." Roger nodded.

Now knowing the method, the next steps were much easier, he raised his hand to take action, but Fasco beside him suddenly stopped him.

"Hold on, it's not the right time yet."

"Heinris is not dead; if you take action now, you'll fall into his trap."

Fasco sounded serious.

"Heinris himself is a powerful Transcendent close to the Third Ring, and having fused with the Void Worm, his actual combat power is definitely above the Third Ring."

"Plus, the Void Worm excels at hiding and evading, making his true form hard to find, so killing him in a short time is nearly impossible."

"I don't know what happened during the battle earlier, but I must assume he was deceiving you."

"If you rashly try to deal with the monsters below or repair the space breach now, I'm sure Heinris would seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack!"

"So do nothing, leave the rest to me."

"Ulmanis holds you in high regard, and if we work together, even if we can't kill him, we can seriously wound him!"

Fasco seemed nervous.

"Uh... I'm quite sure he's really dead." Roger was confident in what had happened earlier.

"Mr. Roger."

Fasco's tone suddenly turned solemn, his hands didn't stop moving, yet he slowly turned his head to look at Roger.

"To be blunt, you've really fallen into Heinris's trap, if I'm not mistaken, my arrival must have alerted him, so he hid, letting you think you killed him."

"Uh..." Roger opened his mouth, understanding the implication in Fasco's words.

"You're saying...?"

"He's avoiding me." Fasco puffed out his chest.

Roger's eye twitched slightly, trying hard to control his expression.

"This is obvious." Roger nodded helplessly. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the man in front of him was much more interesting than the Fifth Tier Transcendent he had seen before.

"Please trust in the power of the Dragon Court!"

Seeing that he finally persuaded Roger, Fasco let out a long breath and began to carefully inspect the surrounding environment.

As time passed, the expression on Fasco's face grew increasingly grave.

"Strange, how strange?"

"I really can't find any trace of Heinris."

And then a strange scene occurred: the space that had previously been devoured by Heinris began to spontaneously repair itself.

Not only that, but a part of the power affected the Tower of the World, making the space here more complete and stable.

"This power... This is after the Void Worm's death... But how can this be possible?"

"Did Heinris just die like that?"

Fasco still couldn't believe everything he was seeing with his own eyes.

"Uh... Mr. Roger, could you repeat what just happened?"

Helpless, he could only slowly turn and look at Roger.

"Speaking of which, you were implicated because of me. Recently, many paths connected with the Dragon Court have been attacked by Heinris."

"That guy is extremely cunning; he leaves as soon as he succeeds. Additionally, strangely, his attacks have no plan, causing us significant losses."

"And this time, I came here on a whim after receiving information from a Transcendent named Fernando."

"But luckily, I met you here; otherwise, the world in front of us would have suffered great destruction."

Fasco appeared very modest, and Roger wasn't sure if this was his true nature or if it was because of what he had just done.

To kill a Third Ring must be a Third Ring.

This level, even in the Dragon Court, is the most elite of the strong.

Roger understood that Heinris could come here because he was tracking him, and the damage caused along the way was just incidental.

However, Fasco was obviously unaware of this, and Roger naturally saw no need to explain it to him.

He nodded and recounted the events briefly.

During this process, Fasco's expression changed constantly, realizing that he had clearly made a big mistake just now.

"Uh... so that's how it is..."

Fasco laughed it off, "Thanks for your help. Oh, by the way, I mentioned a Transcendent named Fernando just now."

"Where is he? I hope the recent battle didn't affect him."

Finding an excuse, Fasco looked around.

"Fernando... Hmm... he's over there."

Roger pointed in a direction.

"Still intact just now."

Fasco looked in the direction Roger pointed, and a tangled mass of twisted flesh came into view. He opened his mouth, a trace of embarrassment flashing across his face.

"Seems like I don't need to talk to him anymore."

"Oh, right, there's this group below." Fasco's body quickly descended.

"Let me help you deal with these monsters."

He felt he had to find something to do.

Roger had no intention of intervening and watched Fasco busily work below with a smile.

Before long, severed from its connection to the Soul Realm, the gigantic body lost its life and completely collapsed.

After this period of buffering, Fasco's expression also returned to normal as he returned to Roger's side.

"I didn't expect this to be one of the relics of the old battlefield."

"Old battlefield?" Roger asked.

"It was the war between the Primordial Dragon and the Lord of the Mist. That battle was so fierce that many worlds were destroyed. I didn't expect a part of it to be preserved here."

"However, the world source is problematic; now it's barely pieced together, likely having experienced a collapse before..." Fasco frowned.

"If I'm not mistaken, the next collapse might not be far off."

"You mean..." Roger looked tense.

Fasco nodded.

"That's right, this world is on the brink of destruction."