Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Then using this as a foundation, like a sprouting seed, growing vines, wildly expanding and spreading.

Following those patterns all the way, Roger quickly found the key part on Ophelia's body.

There it records the transcendence from Four Rings to Five Rings.

Representing the strongest power of the entire Plane!

But at this moment, the patterns on Ophelia's body surface disappeared completely.

The vanished patterns left her body, enveloping around the Lord of the Mist.

"I said before, the past doesn't represent the present!" Ophelia repeated once more.

"Then come kill me, enter the depths of the Sea of Souls, do you know where I am?" the Lord of the Mist challenged.

"Haha, you don't dare to come, do you?"

"There I am the master of souls, but one day the Mist will cover the entire Plane, and you will have nowhere to escape."

"An unexpected meeting, but nothing to be surprised about."

The Lord of the Mist sneered, "Next time, let's decide life and death again."

He casually mocked a few words, then slowly closed his eyes.

But the next second when he opened his eyes again, they were filled with shock.

"How can it be?!"

"I told you!" Light shone from Ophelia's hands, "I've been preparing for this moment for so many years."

"To avoid being detected, I even had to guide others to help me achieve my goal, and now their sacrifices will not go wasted."

"Lock onto your body, and can use this link to track your soul!"

"By then…" she said as her palm descended.

"Body and soul destroyed!"

Boom!

Ophelia's attack was like a primer, and the energy she buried before finally erupted at this moment, five rings locked the Lord of the Mist's body.

Although no screams were heard, the Lord of the Mist was clearly in a state of painful struggle.

"It's over." At this moment, there was not much joy on Ophelia's face, but a deep sadness.

Her palm imprinted on the Lord of the Mist's forehead.

"Rest in peace, even if it's not your homeland."

Bang!

The Lord of the Mist's body completely disintegrated, those shattered dust fused together to form a vague humanoid.

But on that silhouette's chest, there was a large hole.

"Your heart?!"

"Surprised?" the voice of the Lord of the Mist came from all directions.

"There's no difference, having connections with these parts is enough to destroy your soul. Whether the heart is there or not makes no difference."

Ophelia's expression on her face did not change at all, then the shattered body of the Lord of the Mist turned into tiny particles, flowing into the depths of the void following a specific trajectory.

All that's left is to wait.

But moments later, Ophelia's face changed dramatically, those tiny particles reappeared, permeating the entire space in a diffuse state, and even some parts merged into Roger's Soul Body.

"...Ophelia, surprised?"

"Why my body was destroyed, but my soul remained unscathed?" the diffused particles tremored emitted the Lord of the Mist's voice.

Ophelia turned her cold gaze to Roger.

Roger's soul trembled slightly, only then did he notice that the voice actually came from his own mouth.

He knew nothing about this.

"Not because of that heart, I am confident, even without the heart, according to the connection between body and soul, I have an 80% chance of killing you."

"But now..."

"Unscathed." the Lord of the Mist's voice came.

"Need me to remind you?" he sneered.

Next, Roger saw Ophelia raise her hand, preparing for an attack.

"Enough people have died."

She despondently put it down.

"Kill him, his soul has already been contaminated by me, killing him is the most reliable course of action."

Roger opened his mouth to speak mindlessly, the surrounding particles trembled, but what came out was a completely unfamiliar voice, this feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

"Want to try?"

"Perhaps this time it might hurt me."

"Soulification..."

"Didn't expect you actually..."

Ophelia's face was gloomy.

"Feeling desperate?"

"All the rules are completely soulified, which is equivalent to opening a demi-plane, and this means only the power of the soul can harm me, can kill me!"

"But the problem is, I am the master of the soul. In this plane, there is no soul body stronger than me, which means I am invincible!"

"But you are not, Ophelia."

"I originally wanted to give you an unexpected surprise. Next time, I could kill you and then go home."

"Or, you could beg for mercy before death, give me the answers I want."

The voice gradually faded until it was barely audible.

At this moment, Roger finally regained control over his soul, but before he could do anything, his vision blurred, and Ophelia's face appeared right in front of him.

"Don't do it, I... ah... huh... whew!"

Making a series of strange noises, his vision twisted as if trying to stuff an elephant into a pipe.

The scenery rushed past at a speed that surpassed the limits of Fasco's imagination.

Plop!

The body fell, and amidst the spinning sky and earth, Roger felt himself plunging into a cold lake.

Liquid pressed against him from all directions, while an invisible force dragged him from the depths of the lake.

All the abilities he mastered seemed to lose their effect, and Roger struggled desperately. At that moment, his soul body actually experienced the pain, numbness, cold, and even the suffocation that only a physical body would feel.

It was unclear how much time passed, but when he used the last bit of his strength to break through the water surface, he experienced a rare feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

Huff!

Breathing heavily.

Wait, breathing?

Roger looked down, his body floating in the water. He looked at his real hands, slightly clenched his fists, and felt the power transmitting between his muscles.

"Come out."

Following the voice, he saw Ophelia sitting by the lakeside, leaning against a rock, having changed her clothes.

After all, the previous set had been shattered by her.

Her legs below the knees were soaking in the water, and Roger recalled the few mouthfuls of lake water he had swallowed earlier.

Uh... well, let's just act like I didn't see anything.

He could only silently comfort himself.

"Don't overthink it, I was helping you recover your body."

"The body destroyed by the Lord of the Mist, apart from me, no one else could possibly do anything about it."

Roger noticed that below Ophelia's knees was a part transformed into a dragon's body. Seeing Roger recover, she got up and moved away from the lake.

"Although that's the richest Life Essence in the entire plane, it's not much use to you right now," Ophelia said while walking. Roger looked down, swam to the lakeside, and put on the clothes Ophelia had prepared.

The clothing was simple yet extraordinarily fitting.

The only pity was the sword belt on his back; his weapon had been destroyed in the previous battle.

"Did you kill Hamza?" Ophelia asked.

"I wanted to survive, I had no choice."

Roger's response indicated his position.

"I'm not blaming you. In fact, whether or not we have that heart is no longer important. Nassero has already cut off his last connection with the body."

"If everything he said is true, then he is invincible in this plane."

Ophelia's voice was full of melancholy.

Her dwelling was quite ordinary, no palace, no rows of wooden houses, not even a decent tent.

With the sky as a blanket, the earth as a seat?

But considering her identity, this explanation seemed reasonable enough.

She walked to a stone table and gestured for Roger to sit down.

Roger had just settled when he saw the familiar cards placed at the corner of the table.

"I noticed that before I arrived, you were playing Gwent Card."

Roger's heart skipped a beat.

Gwent Card.

Perhaps in the few worlds Roger had visited, it was somewhat known, but if you zoom out to the entire plane, it really was insignificant.

"Why does Nassero want to kill you?"

Ophelia skillfully manipulated the cards in her hand. Not receiving an answer from Roger, she paused her movements and then looked up, her amber eyes gazing at Roger.

"Don't be puzzled."

"Because we come from the same place."