Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Section 918 Chapter 901 Forest and Whistle (7/10)

When 　　 told his cat, Jenkins tried his best to make a serious expression, trying to make this little creature, who doesn't know what the situation is, understand the danger of the matter.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat nodded obediently, and was placed on the ground by the man.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins wanted to leave immediately, it whispered again to keep him. But Jenkins's movements only paused, and his body disappeared little by little.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat made an aggrieved sound and watched where Jenkins disappeared for a long time before pacing slowly to B-08-2-8214.

　　 It lifted its hind paws and kicked the iron bump, and all the abnormalities disappeared, as if it was just an illusion just now.

　　 A dark hand stretched out from the shadow in the corner and opened the drawer on the left. The things that Jenkins put in just now floated out one by one and came to the cat.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It screamed, opened its mouth, bit off a piece of the metal pointer, and swallowed a petal of the fantasy flower. A big gap was left in the puppet's leg, and then almost a quarter of the gun bearing was swallowed.

　　 Although the cat drank more than half of the water of the gift, it did not bite the [Life Orb].

　　 "Meow~"

　　 With a feeling of reluctance in the voice, the little paw patted the green beads floating in the air. Finally, he licked the bead reluctantly, and then let the hand in the shadow put those things back in again.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 A few strands of hair flew out of the cat’s tail into the drawer following the cat’s cry. The kitten widened his eyes, opened his mouth to make a strange noise, and finally spit out a piece of paper that was not as big as a fingernail.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The paw pushed forward, and the paper drifted towards B-08-2-8214, followed by a loud sound of the drawer closing again.

　　 The cat turned his head a little bit reluctantly, and after a long time, he quietly lay down. Putting his paws under his head, quietly waiting for the moment when the re-operating machine stops.

　　 Jenkins, who returned to the Evergreen Forest, immediately let the animals around him leave here. Although he can't understand rabbit language, cat language, squirrel language, deer language, etc., they all seem to understand what Jenkins is saying.

　　 Jenkins also left the chocolate body here and entrusted the rabbits to take care of it. He tied the chocolate to one of the biggest rabbits with a rope. Although the rabbit looked a little unhappy, Jenkins did not resist when he tied it up.

　　 Watching the animals run to the other side away from the battlefield, Jenkins stood still and took a breath, then clenched his fists and ran to the exit on the east side of the forest.

　　 The numbered items contained in the evergreen forest are not evenly scattered around the forest, but are concentrated and placed near an elderberry grove on the east side of the forest. It was built as a cemetery as a containment facility, and it was also a decisive battle site that Jenkins had already thought of.

　　 Although it sounds reliable, Jenkins still likes to make destiny a little more natural.

　　 The fight between the skeleton giant and the dragon took place there. When Jenkins ran in the woods, every step he took could feel the earth trembling.

　　 The fog gradually thickened, and with the appearance of the thick fog, the forest actually began to glow. It is a light green glow that can be observed with the naked eye, floating little by little in the gray mist.

　　 Those glimmers are obviously trying to disperse the dense fog, but at least it seems that it is not easy for now.

　　The closer you get to the elderberry forest, the more loud the sounds of fighting and explosions around you. With a monocle, Jenkins can see the benefactors guarding here, fighting with the undead legions. The figures are scattered everywhere in the thick fog, but from a distance, only black shadows can be seen intertwined and twinkling.

　　 There is no skeleton with short eyes to stop Jenkins, but the flying evil spirit seems to be very interested in him.

　　 The ghost dressed in white rushed straight towards Jenkins from the sky, but somehow "coincidentally" hit the protruding branch.

　　 It was just an ordinary branch, but the female ghost who was touched by the spirit body melted directly.

　　 Jenkins, who hurried on his way, didn't notice the situation behind him, let alone all the actions that might cause attacks on him, all of which were blocked by this seemingly quiet forest.

　　 But Jenkins quickly discovered a problem. He couldn't find Screw Pompe at all. Although the monocle can see through the fog, it cannot see through the dense forest. In the real eye, there are densely colored light spots, and it is completely impossible to distinguish which belong to Pompeii.

　　 It's impossible to even deliberately find the places where the undead is the densest, because Jenkins found that as far as his eyes were, there were those terrible guys everywhere.

　　Standing on the spot, hesitating whether to call out the unicorn, his skin suddenly felt an extremely cold wind blowing from a distance.

　　 With the appearance of that gust of wind, the power of death has been strengthened overwhelmingly. The short-eyed skeleton, which was just kicked by Jenkins, started to splice again automatically.

"Ok?"

　　 He didn't have time to pay attention to the undead who was resurrecting again, because the bone whistle in his chest trembled. Suddenly, a huge force was felt by the neck, and the bone whistle broke free of the rope and flew out from the neckline of Jenkins, disappearing into the thick mist.

　　 Jenkins fisted the undead who leaped at him again, and then ran forward following the bone whistle.

　　 Along the way, he saw many acquaintances who were fighting, but he did not find a chance to say hello. Although the Bone Whistle flew fast enough, a path without weeds, vines and trees suddenly appeared in the forest, and Jenkins was able to chase it effortlessly.

　　 The wind was even more rampant. With the dragon and the giant fighting, Jenkins approached his whistle a little bit.

　　 saw it right in front of him, but after the fog, he suddenly stretched out a pale hand to grab it. Screw Pompeii walked out of the fog, still the same rotting corpse.

　　 "I didn't expect that the famous writer Jenkins Williams was a scribe in the Church of the Sages."

　　 Jenkins didn't even notice, at this time his body was also exuding dim light. The golden light is so soft and warm, it is also the most beautiful color in this fog.

　　 The sage sacred emblem flashes on his forehead, and Pompeii inferred Jenkins' identity based on this.

　　 "You are the Son of God? I didn't expect it."

　　 He pinched the bone whistle and shook his head gently:

　　 "Leave here, I can't kill you."

　　 "Do you think I will leave? You criminal!"

　　 The two looked at each other in the clearing of the dense forest. The dragon in the background sprayed out the breath again, and the skeleton giant raised his arms to block the flame. The spreading sparks rushed towards the forest below and ignited the surrounding trees. Jenkins and Pompeii happened to be in the burning woods.

Section 919 Chapter 902 The Power of the Son (8/10)

　　 The fire from the giant dragon seemed to ignite in an instant, reflecting the redness of Jenkins's profile, and temporarily dispelling the thick fog.

　　 "Criminal? Oh, Mr. Writer, don't you think that the "justice over evil" stories in the book will really happen in reality?"

　　 Pompeii said sarcastically, he did not realize that the man in front of him had met him more than once.

　　 "But at least today, you must fail."

　　 "No, I will succeed."

　　 Pompeii whispered, picking up the whistle and putting it in front of his mouth:

　　 "Because I am the protagonist of this stage!"

　　 The harsh and distorted whistle was blown out by him, and the violent roar of burning trees became the foil for this moment. The dragon in the background threw its tail and hit the giant's fist together, and the black shadow flicked across the sky, temporarily blocking the line of sight.

　　 But Jenkins saw everything that happened. In the middle of the burning woods, Pompeii was slightly lifted by the skeleton horse that appeared under his crotch. A bone armor with a metallic color appeared on his body, and that armor even extended to the body of the skeleton horse, and also wore a weird armor for it.

　　 The helmet wraps the head, and the faceplate is covered with an upside-down encore cross shape; the armor that extends to the arm looks light and flexible, and the terrifying sword in the right hand is taken out of the air.

　　The gray soul fire enveloped the man, and the horseshoe trampled on the soft soil a little anxiously. After the dragon's tail swept across the sky, the sword-bearing knight in armor and wrapped in flame appeared in front of Jenkins.

　　 The sound of burning trees crackled, and the fiery red light reflected on the two men in single clothes with bare hands and armor on horses. In this way, the two shadows were drawn to the distance, swaying wantonly with the flame.

　　 "I have never felt that I am so powerful."

　　 Even wearing a visor, Pompeii's voice can still clearly suppress the sound of wind, fire and dragons.

　　 "No one has ever acted like this in front of me."

　　 Jenkins's heart was about to jump out, he knew that he would never win without fighting. Too many numbered items were merged in a short time, and the Skeleton Sword could hardly restrain its own power.

　　 Terrible black smoke surrounds the blade of the sword, and the oppressive feeling faced by this thing is almost no less than that on the rainy night in the late summer, when the weak Jenkins faced the statue of [the Lord of Billions].

　　 Of course, that sword does not have the power of a god, but at least mortals in the material world can only look up to it. If Jenkins still has divinity, he can easily use any method to teach the people and swords in front of him, but last time in order to "avenge" the chocolate, the final divinity has been used on the [unrecordable gun].

　　 "The whistle and the horse belong to me."

　　 he reminded.

　　 "I know, so I will find a suitable burial place for you."

　　 Pompeii raised the sword in his hand, and the strength of the Evergreen Forest could not stop him from swinging that blow. The black crescent-shaped blade swept through everything, and the force of death completely eroded the ground under his feet at this moment.

　　 The trees fell, the soil was ploughed into a five-foot-deep gully, the gray fog was completely dissipated by the sword blade, and the aftermath even knocked down all the undead and humans fighting nearby.

　　 But for the time being, no gifter has sacrificed, because most of the power of this blow was blocked by Jenkins.

　　 The smoke disappeared and the wind hit again. Jenkins' feet left the ground and stopped on the top of the blade gully. His clothes turned into white sacrificial robes somehow.

　　 The magnificent and sacred golden light radiated from his body, and the materialized sage emblem was printed on the chest of the sacrificial robe. He held a book of unknown origin in his left hand and a golden scepter in his right hand. The scepter was wrapped in circles of magical runes, but those runes were far less shining than the rings on Jenkins' fingers.

　　 The top of the scepter is a holy angel with open arms, but the angel is not as sacred as the one holding the scepter.

　　 Jenkins's face and body shape have not changed, but after a change of clothes and attire, he is inexplicably more holy and kind. Obviously they are just simple cloth shoes and linen robes, but they are like the arrival of a legendary saint.

The moment 　　 showed his figure, the world seemed to be quiet. Pompeii, dragons, benefactors, forests, everything seems to be looking at Jenkins.

　　 He opened his mouth, and also didn't understand what happened. Just now I planned to use the [Undead] to resist, but I didn't expect that power would suddenly emerge from the slightly hot area of ​​the forehead, and then it became like this.

　　 The sound returned in the next second, the crackling flames, the heavy blow of the collapse of the tree, and the explosion for unknown reasons brought everyone back to reality.

　　 "The blessing form of the Son...The Church of the Sages is really prepared."

　　 The giant dragon Nieder Holgen roared in crappy common language, and then rushed to the skeleton giant again like a cannonball. The giant crushed a large number of trees in a loud sound.

　　 The ground trembles again, but this has nothing to do with Jenkins flying in the air. He has never heard of "the blessing form of the Son", but in a literal sense, the Son who is selected and blessed by the righteous God is definitely not the only right to "be with God after death."

　　 The blow of the Skeleton Sword just now briefly cleared half of the fog in the forest. The bestowers of the five major churches saw the current situation clearly, gathered together in a tacit understanding, and approached the burning jungle.

　　 The golden light on Jenkins protects them, and the undead cannot harm humans behind him.

　　 "The blessing state of the Son..."

　　 Pompeii in the state of undead knight also repeated this phrase, because Jenkins couldn't see his expression even though he was wearing armor. But in terms of tone, surprise is greater than doubt.

　　 "No, Antak promised, I am the protagonist today."

　　His voice clearly passed into Jenkins's ears, and it also passed into the ears of the surrounding gifters. Although he once again used the power of the stage fans, he didn't mind exposing Duke Antak's affairs.

　　 I can imagine that once there is even one survivor here, the Antak family and even the entire Kingdom of Cheslan will be in big trouble.

　　 "No, even in the blessing form of the Son, it will not be stronger than me. This sword is the strongest, and there is no stronger power in the material world."

　　 Pompeii gave himself the answer, then his left hand without a sword pulled the rein, and the skeleton horse flew with him. In the hands of Jenkins, this horse has never shown the ability to fly.

Chapter 920 Chapter 903: Knights and Clergy (9/10)

　　 Generally speaking, gods will not easily descend into the material world, let alone interfere with mortal affairs. Unless this matter is about other gods, or about the survival of one's own church, or power outside the world invades the material world, like last year's Hanging Shadow.

　　 So even if the Skeleton Sword appeared, the gods still didn't show any signs, at least not on the surface. So at this time Jenkins showed the power of the gods, which surprised Pompeii so much. He never expected that he would meet such an opponent.

　　 "I am invincible~"

　　 shook the reins and the horses neighed, one person and one horse went straight through the fire and rushed towards Jenkins. The dazzling flame luster made the white bone armor unable to see the original color, and the terrifying sword was raised high. In the fiery red light, the black sharp blade and the golden book page collided.

　　 In the middle of the sea of ​​fire are the fighting knights and priests. The wanton spirits almost form an energy tide. The forest fires are suppressed for several seconds before they counterattack again. The dragon and the giant stopped their movements at the same time, but they soon became entangled together again.

　　 "The sage said that everything is in order, and the dead should return to the earth!"

　　 White-robed Jenkins said with a book in one hand and a stick in his hand, controlling the mighty power at this time. His words directly triggered divine art, and there was no need to even arrange rituals.

　　 The golden brilliance spread around the man, and in a blink of an eye it collided with the black skeleton knight.

　　 At this moment, the world seems to have only black and gold left. The battle between the living and the dead is just beginning.

　　 "The sage said, the fire of wisdom burns barren!"

　　锵~

　　 The knight’s sword and the priest’s scepter collided with each other, sparks splattered everywhere, but no one had the upper hand.

　　 "Death is the destination of everything."

　　 The knight turned in the air, and the tide of soul rushed towards the living. The wailing soul is strengthened by the power of the Skeleton Sword, carrying jealousy and hatred, as unstoppable as the tide after the breach of the embankment.

　　 "The sage said that books are soul mates!"

　　 The book in his left hand absorbs the soul like a whirlpool. The clergyman takes this opportunity to wave his scepter and collide with the sword again. At the same time, golden lightning spouts toward the target like a violent waterfall.

　　 "The breath of death will eventually cover the world, and all mortals are mortal!"

　　 The horseshoe stepping in the air made a humming sound at this moment, and the huge grimace shield was exposed in front of the knight, stopping all the golden lightning.

　　 The sword danced out of the sky, and ripples appeared in the space behind the knight. In the collision between the sword and the rod again, tens of thousands of undead walked out from behind the space wall at this moment, and the black power once again gained the upper hand.

　　 "Sages say that mortals are fearless, and knowledge is our strength."