Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 But it is a pity that because the tornado destroyed most of the evidence, the church did not know why Wilkawan appeared there and fought against the believers of the God of Lies. In other words, apart from Jenkins, no one knew that Wilkawan met in a hotel not far from that alley and discussed some secrets.

　　 Therefore, the young duke from a foreign country managed to escape by luck.

　　 "But I will report him when I go back and make their conspiracy impossible."

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, feeling that this was an act of justice, and maybe he could learn the true identity of Wilkawan from the Duke.

Chapter 833 Chapter 816 Desolate Gathering

　　 After entering the hospital area, the familiar feeling of being peeped immediately came to my heart. The fog surrounding the hospital is stronger than the outside world, which makes the visibility extremely low. From the first time Jenkins came here, he insisted that there must be something terrible in the fog. It may be a pet kept by Mr. Corpse, or a weird person who is a "neighbor" with Mr. Corpse. But whatever it is, he still doesn't know.

When 　　 stepped down the steps to the morgue, there were already quite a few participants in it. Jenkins and the professor stood against the wall as usual, but the party didn't officially start until half an hour later.

　　 Jenkins is not sure how many people came to the January party, but at least there were a lot of people here last year. This time there were only ten participants, and everyone who realized this was a little uneasy.

　　 "Welcome... It seems that everyone has something to do this time."

　　 Mr. Corpse sitting up from the locker is still the same. Except for the remaining medical gown on his body is more worn out, his image has not changed at all in the past six months.

　　 It was just that with his appearance, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, which had never happened before.

　　 "You guys should have heard about the Skeleton Sword. It's really interesting."

　　 Seeing that no one was speaking, he said to himself, turning his head stiffly, looking at the people who appeared here.

　　 He guessed the reason why these people behaved unnaturally, "corpse" and "dead" are always connected.

　　 "Although I act like an undead creature,...I have nothing to do with that."

　　 This point Jenkins quite confirmed that the weird feeling brought to him by the Skeleton Sword is less than one-tenth that of Mr. Corpse. But other people don't think so, so on the second night when the sword was exposed, the gifters in the city began to systematically avoid all situations that might come into contact with the undead.

　　 "But no matter what, our party will continue."

　　 Mr. Corpse concluded, and then motioned to the people who had been silent to say something.

　　 "Sir, generous sir. Can you give us any suggestions for that sword?"

　　 The fat man closest to the door took a step forward and asked while bowing. His voice was very unnatural, it was obviously false.

　　 "Avoid the cemetery."

　　 Mr. Corpse gave the answer without even hesitating. The inquirer was afraid to ask more detailed questions, and then retreated after thanking him again.

　　 Since there are very few participants this time, the time for the party is not as good as before. Jenkins still wants to buy Millennium Muxin, but luck still does not favor him. Instead, the professor exchanged a bottle of Strak rhinoceros rhino horn powder for an ancient book without a cover from a hoarse-speaking woman. He should be very happy.

　　 Jenkins now has a lot of cash in his hands, and the eight thousand pounds that he got last time by eating black have not been spent yet. But the various crises Nolan City faced made special items and precious materials invaluable. In the end, he didn't find what he liked. He just bought the possible news about Thousand-Year Mu Xin from strangers for 30 pounds.

　　Leaving the abandoned hospital in frustration, and walking along the path in the farmland towards the city, the chocolate finally found a chance to get out of the collar.

　　 It's probably boring, and it's rare that it didn't ask for the shoulders, but walked behind Jenkins's feet. Moonlight shone on the two people in the field, and the chocolate happened to be in the shadow of Jenkins.

　　 "I don't think there is a big chance this time. Muxin has always been very rare for a thousand years. Maybe there will be clues in the more southern cities. After all, Nolan is not a tree-rich city."

　　 "I do have friends in the south, Turin in the Kingdom of Chessland... It seems to have been mentioned in the last letter, but I don't know if he can find it."

　　 Jenkins is talking about Mr. Black Cat, and the two are currently communicating at a frequency of two letters per month. Although there is nothing important to say every time you write a letter, it is also very good to learn about some exotic customs.

　　 The more the principle is that abandoned hospital, the more Jenkins feels better. But as the two approached from the outskirts of the city step by step, the sudden smoke appeared from scratch, and the smell of the fog made Jenkins unable to help coughing.

　　 "These fogs really seem to be surrounding the city."

　　 Jenkins covered his mouth and said, "It is clear that the fog is still very light three hundred feet away, but now it is almost invisible."

"This shows that we have entered the scope of the city. I said last time that Mr. Corpse reminded us not to approach the fog in the suburbs. I think, if it weren't for the church's efforts to be caught by the dead recently, it must have begun to investigate these obvious Abnormal fog."

　　 Jenkins has nothing to stay outside, and originally planned to go home. But the professor wanted to visit a friend. After trying to invite Jenkins, Jenkins also found it boring to go back to reading, and the professor was going to the place on the way home, so he gladly said that he could go together.

　　 Shrouded in the night fog is a small cemetery. When Jenkins and Professor Burns walked out of the alley, the crow standing on the building in the middle of the cemetery happened to spread its wings high and made a quack.

　　 The sound echoed in the night sky, disturbing the chocolate.

　　 "There are crows in this season. It seems that spring is really coming."

　　 This is a relatively high-end cemetery, as can be seen from the black metal fence on the periphery of the cemetery. The fence gate is so high, and there are even statues of little angels carved in stone on both sides, which is unthinkable in a public cemetery.

　　Although the fence gate is locked, you can see the road paved with neat stone slabs, and there are tombstones of different shapes in the distance. The cemetery is neatly planned, so it looks very orderly.

　　 And when the two cats approached the fence gate, the building with a steeple-shaped roof turned on.

　　 In fact, it really seemed to be a tower. When the old man carrying the oil lamp opened the door for the two of them, Jenkins confirmed this even more.

　　 "Hi~ Burns, you are really on time."

　　 "Long time no see, White! Oh, this is my friend William, who is a scribe in the Church of the Sages like me."

　　 The old man in front of him is the tombkeeper of the [Death and End Church], but the level of the benefactor is not high, so he was transferred to guard the small cemetery near the city. He lives in a three-story tower in the center of the cemetery, but the building looks a bit dilapidated, like the tower where wizards lived in ancient stories.

Chapter 834 Chapter 817 After the War

　　 "It's been a long time since I saw you, Burns, if it weren't for that letter, I don't know you have become a scribe. We haven't seen each other for so many years, you are so old!"

　　 The old tomb guard holding the oil lamp looked very happy. He opened the fence gate with a thick key, and then led them along the stone road through the forested tombstones into the tower.

　　The first floor area of ​​the tower is all the reception rooms, and the furniture is new, but because the gas lamps on the walls are too old, the pale yellow tones give the interior an old atmosphere. Coupled with the quiet atmosphere here, Jenkins feels that he would not want to live alone in such a place.

Mr. White, an acquaintance of Professor 　　, enthusiastically let the two sit down and prepared tea for them. The professor and the grave guard first recounted the past, and then chatted about the news of the city.

　　 The news that the tombkeepers got from the death and the end church is slightly different from the news that the scribes got. In the knowledge of the professor and Jenkins, in just one day, the Orthodox Church had not found any clues about the Skeleton Sword, but White quietly told the two that they had actually made an amazing discovery.

　　 Due to confidentiality reasons, he did not tell them what was going on. But he blinked his eyes and hinted that there will be bigger news tomorrow morning.

　　 Jenkins fell asleep expectantly after returning home. Early the next morning, the sound of smashing the door brought him big news.

　　 At that time, the sky was still dark, but the wind outside the house was very loud. Jenkins was originally in a dream. He was standing in a dense forest looking up at a young tree. He suddenly heard chocolate kicking the tree trunk by his feet, and then realized that someone was knocking on the door.

　　 reached out and touched the pocket watch by the pillow, it was just past five o'clock now. No light can be seen through the gaps in the curtains, only the fireplace is still burning to provide light and heat.

　　 "Who?"

　　 He closed his eyes and got up, feeling a little sick from lack of sleep. Wearing slippers, he walked to the wall and turned on the **** of the gas lamp, then dragged his sleepy body to open the door.

　　 The wind and snow came unexpectedly. It was obviously the end of winter, but the astonishing heavy snow unknowingly dyed the whole street into silver. Jenkins, who was only in pajamas, shivered, and then felt completely awake.

　　 "Oh, sage, what kind of weather is this. Come in, Captain Bincy, I will get you some hot tea, you should be frozen too."

　　 "It's too late to drink tea now! Get in the car!"

　　The middle-aged man wears a black hat, but a layer of snow has accumulated on the brim of the hat. He stretched out his hand to hold Jenkins, his eyes staring as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

　　 "Hurry up and change your clothes and come to church with me, something serious happened."

　　 almost left the unwake-up chocolate at home when he went out, but it only took ten minutes to set off in a hurry. When I arrived at the main entrance of the church, the sky was still dark, but the howling wind and snow became more and more alarming.

　　 Jenkins and Captain Bincy stepped up the steps to the main hall, shaking off the snow from their bodies and hats at the door, and cleaning the soles of their shoes on the foot pads before they dared to enter the church.

　　 The four-story building behind the temple complex almost turned into a hospital, and while Jenkins crossed the courtyard, the wounded were still transported in. Most of these people are ordinary people, but givers also account for a considerable proportion.

　　 "Is there a war?"

　　 Jenkins asked suspiciously, after all, the number of casualties is too alarming.

　　 Of course, Jenkins was called here to help with the treatment. He is now the best healer of the Church of the Sage in this diocese, and there is no one. But the number of people in need of treatment is too large. In desperation, they can only choose the gifted first, and then select the treatment from the seriously injured.

During the busy period, I probably heard about what happened. It was probably that the Church of Death and the End had tracked the sword through some means, but when the troops of the Orthodox Church arrived, they discovered that the necropolis was simply trap.

　　 A huge number of the dead burrowed out of the mud and fought with the living, while the demigods were entangled by some strange and terrifying undead creatures. The battle started in the middle of the night, and when Jenkins arrived at the church, the undead had almost all been wiped out, but the casualties of the living were equally heavy.

　　 Most of the wounded who could be transported back did not have fatal injuries, but after almost an hour of treatment, the church confirmed safety and had to call Jenkins directly to the front line.

　　 The cemetery seemed to be thoroughly planed. Jenkins had never seen so many human bones. Snow flakes buried the bones and carrion corpses a little bit, but the stench could not cover up.

　　 This is the outskirts of Nolan City, and the nearby small village has been evacuated. Traces of the battle can be seen everywhere nearby. After Jenkins got out of the carriage, he was led to see Miss Bevana.

　　 She didn't seem to be injured, except that the clothes on her body were dirty, and the dark stains exuded a strong smell, but Jenkins didn't point it out.

　　 She was very tired, but she still asked Jenkins to pay attention to safety, so that Captain Bincy led him to treat the wounded.

　　 This kind of busyness lasted until ten o'clock in the morning, almost all the dying were pulled back, and the rest returned to the embrace of God. The final safety determination is still underway near the cemetery. Jenkins could not get close, so he could only find a carriage with no one at the entrance of the village and sit on the front edge of the carriage to rest.

　　 The snow is still down, I don't know who I am mourning for. This should be the last snow before the next winter. Jenkins looked up at the sky, and then the snow on the roof of the car that was shaken by the chocolate smeared his face.

　　 After everything had settled, the setting sun barely shone through the thick fog to this small piece of land. Jenkins walked into the cemetery accompanied by Miss Bevana. There are also a large number of gifters in the park searching for the remains of the dead. In order to prevent the plague, these things must be cleansed by magical techniques and then burned, so that disasters can be completely eliminated.

　　The hut of the guardian of the tomb is the destination of the two. There are five churches in Nolan at the same time arranged to guard them. Of course, these people will not stop Miss Bevanna.

　　 "Are there many sacrifices?"

　　 Jenkins asked worriedly. Compared with fatigue, discomfort was the main reason for his sadness.

　　 "The gift of the Orthodox Church has sacrificed 17 people, and the casualties of ordinary people are still being counted."

　　 Fortunately, I attached great importance to this operation. The battle started unexpectedly, but in fact everyone was ready to face the undead.

Chapter 835 Chapter 818 Metal Coffin

　　 "Did we get any clues...Is there really nothing here except the undead?"

　　 Jenkins looked at his feet anxiously, the human bones were standing in the snow, but they didn't move anymore.

　　 "I think so."

　　 Miss Bevanna nodded, and then opened the door of the cabin to let Jenkins in.

　　 Indoor and outdoor seem to be two different worlds. The temperature inside the house is extremely high and the lights are brightly lit, which is completely different from the snowy evening surrounded by mist.

　　 There is no furniture in the cabin, only a hanging coffin is firmly tied by a chain hanging from above.

　　 This coffin has the yellow color of metal, but it is not known whether it is made of copper or alloy. The intricate patterns extend upward from the bottom of the coffin, and on the side of the coffin, there are countless people reaching out to the sky. But there is no pattern on the cover of the coffin, only the solitary resurrection cross is branded there.

　　 The direction of the resurrection cross is exactly the opposite of the front and back of the coffin. This placement means the opposite of [Resurrection] in some terrible rituals, [Resurrection of the dead].

　　The closer to this coffin, the stronger the feeling of coldness. Jenkins took a few steps forward and backed away, watching it by the wall with Miss Bevana.

　　 "Is this a trick?"

　　 Jenkins asked while standing by the wall. Now as long as you look at the coffin, there is an urge to open it and lie down. This impulse and the fear of death are mixed together to form a contradictory and tangled feeling.

"Yes, A-12-2-0322, the necromancer. Any living thing will die immediately after lying in it, and will be transformed into an undead creature in a short time. At the same time, as long as it is in any place, it can be defined as [Tomb] In the environment of the Garden], corpses can be slowly transformed, and more powerful soul fragments are provided for the resurrected undead creatures. If this thing were not there today, this battle would not have such a large casualty."

　　 This is another trick that is controlled by the sword bearer of the Skeleton Sword. If you think about it carefully, the number of tricks he has is really too much. But Miss Bevana thinks this is normal. The Skeleton Sword itself has the ability to search for [dead], and it has an extraordinary perception of this special item.

　　 This characteristic is not produced to strengthen the sword bearer, but to strengthen itself based on the absorption characteristics of similar items. It is now generally accepted that there are at least 19 special items fused with the Skeleton Sword itself, and this number is the most conservative estimate.

　　 While the two were talking, Mr. Dasvis, the demigod of the Church of Death and the End, also opened the door and walked in. He didn't carry the coffin this time, which Jenkins believed was to prevent A-12-2-0322 from being affected.

　　 The middle-aged man nodded at Jenkins and Miss Bevanna, said hello, and then asked:

　　 "According to the signed agreement, this thing will be contained by us and [Starry Sky and Balance Church]. Do you have any ideas? If not, we can put it in the well outside the city."

　　 Jenkins thought this involved a sensitive topic, but Miss Bevana did not let him leave temporarily, he could only lean against the wall carefully, hoping to reduce his sense of existence.

　　 "Isn't there another dangerous thing in that well?"

　　Ms. Bevanna shook her head, staring at the coffin chained by chains, and suggested:

　　 "The evergreen forest outside the city should be more suitable. The abundant natural spirits there can fully suppress the characteristics of this trick. Moreover, I don't think the Skeleton Sword would want to be hostile to us in such a place."

　　 "Well, you are right."

　　 The middle-aged man shrugged, took a small black bottle from his pocket and handed it to Miss Bevana. The bottle is very beautiful, Jenkins thinks that the material is most likely jade:

　　 "The water of the Styx for ten people, the initial compensation for this action. I'm sorry, Bevana."

　　 "If you really want to apologize, then you should find out the culprit of this incident as soon as possible."

"I am really sorry."

　　 Mr. Dasvis repeated again, and then looked at Jenkins who was pretending to be teasing a cat behind him:

　　 "Thank you very much too, Mr. Williams. If there is no help from you this time, I think the casualties will be even greater."

　　 "Oh, it's okay. I was worried that the power of life would react with the body of the tombkeeper, but now I can save most of them. The sage taught us..."

　　 He recites a large number of religious scriptures in a verbose way. The general idea is to help others.

　　 "Although we are in contact with death, we are still living. Don't worry about this. I find that you also have the power of death. Please don't be surprised. This is obvious. I appreciate your being like this..."