As the sun sets, the man in the black windbreaker frowned and helped Xuemian to stand up. Right in front of him, a skeleton with charred bones was watching him with a scimitar glowing with cold light.

   This undead is different from all the others just now, just the exquisite weapon can see its extraordinary power. The height of the undead was probably more than 7 feet (approximately 2.13 meters) before his death. Judging from the holes in the skull and the cracks in the sternum, he must have suffered terrible torture before his death.

   "Meow~"

   The cat was taken out of his chest by Jenkins and thrown onto a branch on the side. It screamed with dissatisfaction, while Jenkins looked at the undead intently.

   The setting sun showed the last ray of brilliance behind it, the tragic light reflected on the snow, reflecting the dazzling light in all directions. Two blue sparks lit up abruptly in the skull's eye sockets. When it stared at Jenkins, the numbness of the scalp made his back tremble uncontrollably.

   "Daddy mentioned this phenomenon, I think about it..."

  Because living in a city, it is difficult to come into contact with undead creatures, so Jenkins has not studied this knowledge deeply enough:

   "I think of it, the blue flame represents the high-level undead creatures, mastering most of the undead race's natural abilities, at least equivalent to a level four gifter. Can this thing be made artificially?"

   While thinking, the new-born high-level undead had already rushed towards Jenkins with the scimitar. He didn't have a weapon in his hand to block, he could only throw his own flame again, but he was accidentally split by the knife in the hand of the undead.

   It wasn't until then that Jenkins noticed that although the knife was not a special item, it was definitely treated specially by the ritual. It must include the high-level enchantment ritual [fire avoidance], which should be the only nemesis of the unquenchable fire.

   The speed of retreating is not faster than the speed of charging, and the distance between two people in a breath is less than one foot. The scimitar split the air and slashed towards Jenkins's arm. The man dodged dexterously, and at the same time punched the skeleton's left arm.

   The bones immediately began to freeze and spread toward the shoulder bones, but before reaching the head, they stopped working because of the blue flame in the skull's eyes.

   The scimitar swept to the left, and the air shock caused by the blade even made Jenkins' skin feel painful. But this time he chose to jump into the air suddenly, curled his legs and let the scimitar swept across the sole of the shoe.

   The body changes direction in the air, the upper body is leaning back, the legs are lifted up while exerting force toward the front, and the mouth is low subconsciously:

   "Ha~"

   He kicked it violently. The original goal was the skull's head, but he didn't expect to kick it on the left arm that was frozen in ice. It was terrible this time, because he smashed those ice kicks too hard.

   landed steadily, and the scimitar struck again. The sound of breaking through the air sounded from the left side, and the waist was immediately twisted into a shape that almost broke off, and he avoided again in a thrilling manner.

   took advantage of its empty door to open wide, kicked forward with his feet on the ground, hitting the hard bone with the elbow of his left arm, and stretched his right hand up to grab the skull.

   boom~ the explosion sounded, and the entire skull burned. A few seconds later, the dead body fell into the snow again, while Jenkins staggered back and hit a dead tree. Despite the falling snow on the tree, he ignored it, his body slid down the tree trunk, and sat down on the snowy ground, where the whole person convulsed.

   "Meow~"

   The cat jumped down from the branch with some worry and walked to Jenkins's side. The man was too confident just now, he made a low-level mistake, that is, living creatures must not directly touch the soul fragments of higher-level undead creatures.

   That is the core of the undead, containing a huge amount of death spirits that are lethal to the living body. And being killed because of contact with this thing was called "one of the stupidest ways to die" hundreds of years ago.

   "Meow~"

   Chocolate wanted to rub Jenkins's gray-black right hand with her little furry face, but was immediately stopped by Jenkins. His face turned blue and his whole body was weak, but he still summoned his last strength and pushed the chocolate aside with his left hand.

   The blue air flow spread from the left hand to the whole body, and Jenkins seemed to be dying.

   "You...hurry up..."

   Even the tongue became numb in such a short period of time. In fact, if the flame of the purifying candle was still burning in the body, the [Undead] might have begun to work.

   "Meow~"

   Chocolate refused to leave the man in front of him. It walked around the embarrassed writer under the tree and rubbed Jenkins's left hand with its small face.

   A warm feeling flows from the left hand, which must be an illusion caused by the feeling of comfort.

   The spirit of death spread throughout the body, and soon it touched the position of the heart. The unobservable spirit entangled the heart, but before the heart was completely necrotic, the green spirit of life suddenly spewed out of that organ.

   On the body surface, the gray air and green air ooze out of the pores at the same time. They are entangled together, like fighting knights.

   But the spirit of death is a sourceless water after all, being pressed to the limit by the power of life. That pure and terrifying life showed an overwhelming state in both quality and quantity, but of course the spirit of death would not be willing to just die out like this.

   Jenkins' consciousness is now on the verge of being unconscious and awake, with his eyelids drooping, and the world in front of him has become bizarre and indistinguishable.

   saw some strange scenes in a daze:

Ahead, the huge tree and the green forest that I saw when I first absorbed the divine nature, the sky was blue and clear, the plants exuded a little emerald green light, and farther away was a crystal clear circular lake, alone The horned beasts wandered on the grass;

   Behind, the sky was covered by black clouds. In the moist soil of the gloomy cemetery lined with spire tombstones, a huge sword was diagonally inserted, and the hilt of the sword was decorated with a skull braving blue flames. It quacked and laughed wildly, and bones and claws protruded from the ground of the cemetery, and the dead and evil spirits wandered in the dark sky. Of course, this scene is much smaller than the forest.

   And Jenkins is standing in the center of these two diametrically opposed landscapes. Under his feet is neither life nor undead, but a land of steel composed of rotating gears. Under the violent sand and earth-yellow sky, hot steam spurted from the gaps in the gears, and loud bangs rang out from the huge mechanical city overhead.

   Although the power of gears and the steam industry is not comparable to the electrical age in Jenkins's memory, this large and orderly precision structure looks even more amazing.

   The three bizarre illusions only lasted for a moment and then disappeared. At this time, it was the time when death was defeated by life. Jenkins seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he was hung upside down under the tree. Although the existence of [the undead] prevented him from falling into the abyss of death forever, this time he peeped into the secrets of death again.

   Although the profound knowledge and secrets cannot be understood and fully memorized, the momentary feeling is deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart. The spirit of death took the opportunity to intervene and merged itself into this superficial understanding.

  Knowledge condenses the core, secretly molds the framework, and thought interferes with reality——

  A new power is born at this moment!

   The vague regaining consciousness is just a matter of two or three minutes. The cat still rubbed Jenkins's hand worriedly, which comforted him a lot. When he staggered back to the main road, he happened to ran into the carriage returning to the city, and the coachman enthusiastically helped him to the carriage.

   When he returned to the church, his whole body was still aching. When he got off the carriage, he almost fell. Although Jenkins does not have a mirror, he can tell from the worrisome expression of the coachman that his face is very bad.

   The guard of the church noticed Jenkins immediately, and hurriedly walked down the steps to help him, but someone was a step faster than him. The carriage of Miss Audrey the fortuneteller stopped at this time. After the woman got out of the carriage, she naturally took Jenkins's arm, and then motioned the guard with her eyes to inform the others in the church.

   Jenkins himself is one of the best healers in the city, and he has already tried treatment on his way back. But the body's soreness does not seem to be a symptom, but simple muscle fatigue. For this, we can only rely on natural recovery.

   Mr. Smith, the secret guardian, personally examined Jenkins, and apart from over-fatigue, he did not find any abnormalities in his body. The results of other people's examinations were the same, which relieved Miss Bevana, who had rushed from the office in a hurry.

   During the inspection, Jenkins intermittently told everyone what he had encountered this afternoon. He went to the cemetery only to inspect his own land and to check the maintenance of the Augustus family cemetery, so there was no need to hide anything.

Chapter 729 Chapter 715

   After arriving at Jenkins' information, the church team quickly set out to find the dry woods where the battle took place based on the description, and retrieved the bones remaining in the snow and all the remains of the high-level undead. These things will be subject to stricter inspections and fortune-telling to determine why this happened.

   Although it looks miserable, Jenkins actually has no loss, but also gained a new ability-[Contact Death (Red Fight)]. When Miss Bevanna and Miss Audrey heard about this, they looked exactly the same astonished, as if they heard that tomorrow the gods will visit the church and have dinner.

  Although this ability is rare, almost all gifters have heard of it. There is only one way to obtain it, and that is, only those who have actually been in contact with death can receive such a reward in the gap between life and death.

   This is the greatest reward from death that the living can get. It is the scenery seen from the edge of the cliff by those who have really faced the greatest fear.

Speaking of specific functions, [Contact Death] can prevent the owner from being hostile by undead creatures, and will not be harmed by the spirit of death. At the same time, when using undead items, rituals or abilities, they can get greater bonuses. . Even as long as it is hostile to a certain creature and attacks, even if it is just a boxing, it will have a weak power of the undead.

  According to Jenkins' view, in fact, all future attacks will be accompanied by undead elemental damage, which is what he understands.

  More importantly, after mastering this ability, engaging in any death-related things can produce the effect of accumulating spirit-such as guarding the tomb, burying, converging one's body, and killing.

   Just like the current Jenkins, if you touch the soul fragments of the higher undead with your palm again, nothing will happen.

   This is the dream of all the tomb-keepers in the [Death and the Last Church]. There are even rumors that [contact with death] is the key to the farther road to the tomb-keeper.

   "I think my soul's original ability [breath of life] saved my life and pulled me back from the edge of death, so this ability appears."

   He explained that, he really thinks so, but Miss Bevanna and Miss Audrey hold different views.

   asked the nun to help Jenkins, who claimed to have fully recovered, to rest, and soon there were only two women of different faiths left in the office. Miss Bevanna just wanted to ask the other party about the purpose of coming here, but she was shocked by Miss Audrey's next sentence:

   "He is probably the first elf bloodline heir to possess undead abilities."

   "What do you know?"

   The door closed with a bang, the curtains were automatically lowered, and the golden magical runes instantly covered the walls. Miss Audrey was firmly grasped by Miss Bevanna's wrist. The latter's eyes were no longer the gentleness when facing Jenkins, but almost as sharp as the essence.

   "I know that Jenkins is the heir of the elven blood. Moreover, it is the oldest and sacred blood of the Middleton family. Sorry, can you not use such force? I feel as if I hear my wrist bone broken."

   Even if she said that, Miss Bevanna still did not let go. Now it is inside the Church of the Sages, even if she violently kills, no one will know.

"You don't need to panic, Bevana. Think about it, anyone who knows Jenkins and the elves can think of this. Although he himself did not show much abnormality, but you and Dad still follow his origins. This can be seen in abilities and daily details, right? Since you can do it, of course I can do it too."

   "What else do you know?"

   The matter of the World Tree Sacrifice is actually irrelevant. What is really important is the unformed tree sapling that has no causal relationship with it.

   You must know that the sacrificial bloodline owned by the Middleton family is so thin that it is almost nonexistent. Especially in this era, the descendants of the family have not exhibited any abnormalities except for their youth and longevity. The relationship between Jenkins’s unusual blood rebirth and the origin of the strange soul is difficult to determine. Perhaps the power of the blood has affected the soul, thus producing such a power; perhaps the power of the soul has reactivated the blood to make the secret. Delton's secret is seen again.

   But no matter what, this secret must never be known to the hateful infidels. No matter how sensitive the identity of the woman in front of her is, she cannot be allowed to leave the church with this secret.

   "The important thing is not what I know, but what I want to do."

   Miss Audrey said softly.

   didn't care about the broken wrist, leaned forward, and whispered a word in Miss Bevana's ear. The pupils in the latter's green eyes shrank, as if he had heard incredible things.

   "Are you sure you want to go this way? If you fail, you should know what the end will be. Even the church has no plans for Jenkins to get..."

   She let go of Miss Audrey's wrist and returned to her desk. The fortuneteller smiled politely, took some powder from his pocket and applied it to his wrist.

   Although it is not as effective as Jenkins treatment, at least it will not be affected by broken bones in a short time.

   "Of course I know, but I am not the first person to try this road, and the past successes have indeed proved that this is true and feasible."

   "Crazy man."

   Ms. Bevana commented, "Only a madman can do this kind of gambling. With your qualifications, there are actually many ways to choose."

"But this is the only way to go the farthest. Bevana, you are already a demigod. You should know how important the choice is when you cross this step. I'm not like Ya...not like me Like my friend, I can use great perseverance and wisdom to open up new paths, and I don’t want to be trapped in a seemingly powerful state forever like you and most people. Now that the opportunity has appeared, why can’t I seize it? ?"

   She inadvertently revealed a very horrible news, but unfortunately only the chocolate that was left on the sofa could hear it. It is waiting for Jenkins to come back to pick it up, otherwise the cat swears that he will be very angry.

   "My choice is not wrong."

   Miss Audrey repeated, "Especially after I really understand Jenkins, he is not extraordinary, he is destined to be extraordinary. I can dedicate everything I have to him, just in exchange for that first-line opportunity."

   "Huh~"

   Ms. Bevanna made a very nasty voice and sat on the chair behind the desk with her shoulders folded. The golden magic runes on the wall dissipated, and the curtains were pulled up again.

   The smell of gunpowder in the room dissipated in the blink of an eye, and everything just now seemed to have never happened.

   It's already dark outside, but the room is full of warm light.

  PS: Record: The ability is second.

Chapter 730 Chapter 716 Royal Hunting

Under the light are two young ladies full of charm, with the same long hair and different hair color, the same beautiful eyes but different expressions-but at least Audrey and Bevana have understood that the purpose of the two is identical.

   was silent for a while, and the fortuneteller asked again:

   "Let's return to the topic just now. The current situation is that as a descendant of the world tree guardian and the great Lord [Flower Lord] sacrifice, Jenkins actually possesses the power of the undead. What does this mean?"

   She also noticed the angry cat on the sofa, and was thinking about sending it back for a while.

   "This means that Jenkins is not a pure blood elf, and his human blood is equally strong."

   Miss Bevanna said mockingly.

   "Can't you trust me, Bevana? We all know that the blood of the elven sacrifice destined that body cannot touch death."

  The fortuneteller is still calm.

"Since you already know the answer, why do you still ask me? Since it is not because of the body, it is because of the soul. The power of Jenkins's soul is even stronger than the bloodline that has not been fully awakened, and overwhelmingly rewrites the rules of the body. This does not Not surprisingly, his soul is strong, and we have realized it from the first time he encountered a deception."

   "I just want to confirm this again."

   The fortune-teller showed a tactful smile. She was trying to test how much the Church of the Sage knows about Jenkins. But now it seems that they don't know the real reason for the strength of the soul is the support of the plural savior emblems.

   This is enough. Although it will be more difficult to deal with Father Oliver's questions later, she is satisfied with the current situation.

   "Sorry, I left my cat here!"

   First there was a knock on the door, and then Jenkins' dull voice came from outside the door. The women in the door stopped their sensitive conversation tacitly, Miss Bevanna picked up a document on the table, and Miss Audrey sat down and pretended to be teasing a cat.

   "Please come in."

   "Sorry, I left the chocolate here!"

   The man opened the door embarrassedly, nodded apologetically to his two nominal teachers, then caught the gloomy cat on the sofa and quickly left.

   "Daddy will talk to you in the near future."

   Looking at the disappearing back of Jenkins, Miss Bevanna threatened Miss Audrey.

   "I know, but please don't use the word ‘talk’. This reminds me of my childhood, the experience of studying briefly with my father for three months."

   Because of "serious injuries", Bishop Parrod arranged for Jenkins to stay overnight in the church tonight and leave early tomorrow morning. Jenkins was busy coaxing angry chocolate at the time, so he didn't refuse.

   He did not mess with other things, but returned to the room early to rest. Because today is Tuesday, his consciousness was quickly projected onto Luen.

   "You are rarely late, what happened?"

   This is still the study room of the three queens in the palace. The warm and bright interior is completely different from the night when the snow falls outside the window. Perhaps it was because tomorrow was about to set off for a royal hunt, Miss Stuart did not lie down in front of the desk to deal with those annoying math problems.

   "I met some strange undead, and then I made a big mistake...don't worry, I'm fine."

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