Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 901: Chapter 681: Brother, That Must Have Hurt_2

The two “Giant Dragons” roared incessantly, clearly consumed by deep-seated grudges, and soon clashed in battle once more.

The overall strength of the Green Dragon was not much greater than Chachi’s. In a fair fight, the victor would undoubtedly pay a heavy price.

Yet somehow, through some unknown method—perhaps influenced by the surrounding toxic fumes—time gradually wore Chachi down until he became feeble and powerless, reduced to a state where he could only endure blows without counterattack.

Meanwhile, the battle between their subordinates was nearing its conclusion. Chachi’s forces were slaughtered, utterly crushed, and hunted down one by one with no avenue for escape.

Chachi made several attempts to flee, managing only to tear open a small spatial rift, but it would promptly be sealed shut by the encroaching smoke.

Each time, he fell back into a passive stance.

Even so, Roger remained motionless, continuing to wait. Not until Chachi’s wings had been torn off, leaving him teetering on the brink of death, did Roger leap into the battlefield.

“Boom!”

Roger’s sudden arrival caught the Green Dragon off guard. It took a large step back, warily eyeing this unexpected human intruder.

At that moment, the dying Chachi, through the blood of the dragon pooling around him, spotted the figure standing not far away.

“It’s… you…”

The echoes of Armenia’s official language reverberated in his mind as Roger glanced back at Chachi without saying a word. His thoughts flowed directly into Chachi’s mind.

“Seems like you’re not doing too well here.”

Roger smirked. “If you’d stayed over there, at least your life wouldn’t be in danger.”

From every indication, Chachi was by no means a good person, but Roger lacked sufficient information about this world. He needed a Transcendent familiar with the place.

“You… Geralt, how are you here?”