Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 The voices of the clergy and the scribes resonated, and even the pagans raised their weapons in the flames, preparing to face the upcoming end of lifelessness.

　　 The priest flew forward, and the scepter in his hand burst out with incomparably bright light; the knight rode forward, the sword in his hand radiating frightening power.

　　 The black light group and the golden light group completely collided in the next second. With this as the center, the tree fell and the ground appeared to be cracked like a spider web. The burst of energy dissipated the dark clouds in the sky, but at this moment, behind the dark clouds was the dim night sky.

　　 The flames that destroy the forest are still burning, wrapping people and undead outside the barren land; there is no sunlight shining on the living, because the night is already deep.

　　 The benefactors of the five major churches stood together with firm expressions. Jenkins half-kneeled on the deserted ground, and all the abnormalities on his body disappeared.

　　 Pompeii stood at the other end of the land, with pieces of armor peeling off his body revealing half of his face, and the horse's bones were one-third less.

　　 But he was still sitting on the horse. Although the army of undead behind him was mostly purified by magic, the remaining undead still roared and prepared to attack.

　　 "Look, I am the protagonist of the stage. There is nothing wrong with that."

　　 Pompeii's voice was weak but stable. He stuck his sword on the ground to stabilize the horse's balance. After breaking half of his faceplate, he could see the dark thick blood flowing in the dirty face.

　　 "No, the protagonist of the stage is not you."

　　 Jenkins stood up on the ground, feeling the muscles all over his body sore. The people behind wanted to support him, but he waved his hand and refused.

"Ahem... you have already lost, the blessing state of the holy child is not the holy state of the gods. You just used the passive power bestowed by the gods, and now this power is gone. .but me......"

　　 He drew out the sword stuck in the soil, the blade pointed at the living:

　　 "There is death and my army~"

　　Roar~

　　 The undead made a stern sound, and the crackling flames reflected those terrible things red. Outside the sea of ​​fire, the giant in the background completely knocked down the dragon, and the dragon's blood was sprinkled into the forest in patches.

"What else do you have, Jenkins Williams? Even if your life has been smooth sailing, even if you became the son of righteous God at the age of 20, but you are not the protagonist, I am, you are just my stepping stone . Tell me, what else do you have, Jenkins Williams!"

　　 His voice suddenly took on a crazy tone, and his body and the sword trembled at the same time. In Jenkins' eyes, Pompeii and the aura of the sword are exactly the same.

"I still have......"

　　 Jenkins stood up straight and raised his right hand. He looked up to the sky. The red blood also left on his forehead, but the man's eyes were still firm. This is the first time, he really feels that he is the protagonist of this world.

　　吚~

　　 The short and sharp sound of the eagle cut through the sky, and the flying eagle flew over the elderberry forest with a black cat, hovering into the top of the sea of ​​fire. On the left side of the well-defined battlefield are Jenkins and the benefactors, and on the right side are Pompeii and his undead army.

　　 The flying eagle soared under the boundless cloud, and the green beads with a red string under the cat's claws fell from the air, and it happened to be caught by Jenkins.

　　 "I still have my cat!"

　　 put down his right hand but still raised his chest, palms down, the red string wrapped around the index finger, and the beads fell.

　　 The green beads are filled with a green breath, emitting light and heat like a burning green fireball.

　　 The extreme greenness gushes out from the beads at this moment, and the green beam turns into a long handle. Jenkins grabbed the hilt of the bead with his hand, flipped his right hand to lift the beam of light.

　　 The light dissipated, and the long sword engraved with runes appeared in Jenkins's hands. The vines wrap the hilt, and the pointer is inlaid inside the sword body. The wooden sword body has ancient wood patterns. The feeling of vicissitudes seems to have experienced the growth of all things.

　　PS: Pay attention to the description in this chapter. The description of the cat on the eagle is "black cat", not the primary color black and white of chocolate.

Chapter 921 Chapter 904 The Death of Pompeii (10/10)

　　 "I have more than you!"

　　 Jenkins took the form of Pompeii and raised his rune wooden sword at his opponent. Hundreds of animals sprang from the burning jungle behind him.

　　 Jenkins didn't do anything, and the wind blew suddenly. This is different from the continuous squally wind, which sweeps from the east of the valley, and the wind is mixed with green light spots. Along with the sound of the wind, the entire forest rustled.

　　 This sound almost resonated with the entire land, and the giant tree in the middle of the forest shook the moment the sword in Jenkins's hand appeared. When chocolate led the animals out of the sea of ​​fire, green ripples spread out from the tree.

This ripple seemed to resonate with the sword in Jenkins's hand. The fawn leaping out of the sea of ​​fire appeared on silver armor, and the feathers of the eagles who fell from the sky carrying chocolate turned into noble gold, and the rabbits grew rapidly and called. With a soft wind, the long snake leaped and emerged and gave birth to two soft wings like white yarn...

　　 These mutated animals passed over the gifters and Jenkins of the church in an instant, and were handed over with the rushing army of undead.

　　 Jenkins and Pompeii looked at each other on the battlefield, feeling the mighty power of the sword in his hand.

　　 "Do you know who the protagonist is now?"

　　 In fact, Jenkins is not very clear about what happened. The sentence ["I have, but more than you!"] just hoped to get a response from the colleagues behind him. He is completely unclear about the principle of the change in the fauna.

　　 At least the current situation is optimistic, but it is still a bit difficult to fight the skeleton sword with the current strength. The sword in his hand contains several precious materials, but the sword on the opposite side is even more powerful.

　　 "Pompeii said that there is no weapon beyond the skull sword in this era, so I will make it myself; Pompeii said that there is no power in this world that can surpass the skull sword, then..."

　　His sword is high towards the sky, where is the dim starry sky.

　　 "Rakul..."

　　 The sea of ​​stars surged, and the starlight shot straight down from the hole where the cloud was pierced. The dim starlight was as dazzling as a spotlight on the stage at this moment, projecting straight down from the night sky to illuminate Jenkins and his sword.

　　 There was a silver-blue light flashing in his eyes, and a silent and ancient starlight appeared on the long sword in his hand. This starlight is just right to blend with the green of life, and it also makes Jenkins the most conspicuous person on this land.

　　 "The protagonist is my Pompeii!"

　　 The knight hesitated and wanted to avoid it as before, but the skeleton sword had interfered with his mind, and the young Jenkins gave him the illusion of being "weak and small".

　　 trembling the reins once again launched a charge towards Jenkins, and the spirit of death that swept everything along with the sword crossed the fighting animals and the undead and rushed forward.

　　 Jenkins also rushed forward with the sword in his hand, and the stars continued to shine on him as he moved, continuously providing strength for him.

　　锵~

　　 The two met in front of the battlefield and the center of the fire, and the flames turned their faces red at the same time. The two swords collided and the rune wooden sword broke at the sound, while the skeleton sword dropped directly and flew to the dense forest in the fire. The two were taken aback at the same time, and Jenkins held the sword flower in his arms and stab the broken wooden sword forward again.

　　 If you are a normal living person in front of you, doing so may be very powerful. But it was a pity that in front of him was a living person who had turned into an undead. The starry sky and the power of life directly broke through the bone armor, and the stubble pierced his heart with almost no hindrance.

　　 After a brief confrontation, one person and one horse fell directly to the ground. Jenkins, still shrouded in stars, turned his back to them, watching the undead on the battlefield being slaughtered by the abnormal animals.

"ended......"

　　 He turned around with the broken sword, breathed the scorching air in the sea of ​​fire, and chuckled at the church gifters who had not reacted. Because of the loss of force, he quickly fell down because of unstable standing.

　　 In the center of the fire, the brave man with the broken sword looked at the fallen Demon King, collapsed and lost consciousness.

Naturally, he could not see the panic of Captain Bincy afterwards, nor could he see the mysterious eyes of chocolate squatting on the rabbit, nor could he see Pompeii who had lost the skull sword. He still had the means to pass under the eyes of everyone. Space moves to escape.

　　 Although he has lost his weapon, he still has the knowledge of the undead; although he is seriously injured, he can still make a comeback after more than ten years of training.

　　 "Ahem..."

　　 helped the wall of the alley spit out black blood, the armor on his body was completely peeled off, and when he escaped, he lost all the equipment including the nun's uniform. The mist was dense, and the blood slid down the hand holding the wall.

　　 But it was the loss of the nun's clothes that allowed him to get his life back, otherwise the conflict between the spirit of life and the undead would have already killed him.

　　 "Damn Jenkins Williams!"

　　 He spit out blood and howled in his heart, and his flaked teeth fell into the black blood on the ground as he breathed.

　　 clutching the wound on his chest with his right hand, it took a long time to sit up from the ground. I didn't care that the clothes on my body were full of dust and holes, my eyes were thick fog and dirty alleys, the corners were piled up with rubbish, and dirty words were written on the walls. This is obviously an ordinary alley in the city.

　　 "Leave Nolan as soon as possible, and I will come back one day."

　　 He didn't dare to speak loudly, fearing to involve the wound on his chest. He staggered towards the entrance of the alley, but before he had time to observe where it was outside, he was roughly kicked back by the man's feet.

　　 "Oh, God..."

　　 Pompeii lay on the ground, and black blood gradually spread out from under him, and soon became a pool of blood. He raised his head and tried to look forward, but his vision had already gone wrong, but he faintly felt that the man in front of him was a bit familiar.

　　 "Damn, you caused me to lose such a big face in front of my friends. Next time I have a party, how should I face them?"

　　 Mr. Hood stood there with his hat on, the dim street lamp made his shadow completely cover Pompeii in the alley.

　　 The middle-aged man complained to himself, his left hand was a compass with a pointer pointing straight to Pompeii, and his right hand was holding the handle of the pig-killing knife.

　　 Even in the fog in the middle of the night, the knife can still shine with cold light.

"I know Mr. Candle, Mr. White Cat, and Mr. Silver Flute will not say anything, but Mr. Magic will laugh at me secretly. That woman is always like this... No, maybe Mr. Candle will hide in her own house and make jokes. I, that person looks unsmiling, but I can feel that he is definitely not the kind of serious person...You actually made me ashamed in front of my friends..."

　　 He squatted beside Pompeii's head with a knife, his face under the hat showed a look of disgust:

　　 "Sorry, sir, I want to borrow your head."

　　PS: Ten more is over, please ask for a ticket for a reward and ask for a blade.

Chapter 922: Night Rain

　　 When I woke up from a drowsiness, instead of feeling sore in my body, I felt as comfortable as a hot spring. Before opening my eyes, I felt that I was lying on the bed, and I could feel the unique fragrance of the forest in my breathing.

　　 After opening his eyes, he saw the wooden beams and the sloping roof, and then realized that it was in the hut in the evergreen forest.

　　 "A strange ceiling."

　　 Before the father on the side spoke, Jenkins took the initiative to say this. The old man shook his head with his mouth curled, feeling a pity that he had missed an opportunity.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Seeing Jenkins wake up, the chocolate that had been lying on the pillow immediately stood up. Jenkins also sat up on the bed, playing with the cheerful cat with his fingers.

"What time is it now?"

　　 "At three o'clock in the morning on Saturday, you probably slept for 5 hours."

　　 The old man said, put the magazine in his hand next to the vase, then stood up and pushed open the window. The cool night breeze immediately blew in from the window, with the unique smell of tide in the forest. The wind in early spring was so pleasant that Jenkins and his cat couldn't help but squinted their eyes.

　　 The patter of rain hit the ground and eaves, and also hit the leaves to make a pleasant sound. The night is beautiful, this is the first rainy night in early spring.

　　 Outside the window, you can see the lush woods dancing with the evening breeze and rain under the night sky, and the star river is hanging upside down. The red and blue moon hung in the night sky forever, and under the silent moon was the silent night view of the rain forest.

　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 "I've always been behind the gate of Vientiane, and I rushed over after hearing about things here."

　　 While talking, he lifted the tea cup on the wooden table, and opened the lid of the cup carefully, and white steam came out immediately.

　　 Daddy handed the cup to Jenkins, Jenkins took a sip carefully, and tasted the familiar sweetness.

　　 "Are you all right now, Jenkins? How do you feel?"

　　 "It feels good, there is nothing to do with the body, and I am full of energy."

　　 He tried to make a posture with his arms stretched out, and he accidentally photographed his cat with his right hand. The cat uttered a miserable cry immediately, and Jenkins could only put down the teacup and put it on the quilt to comfort.

"That's good."

　　 The old man nodded, seemingly not wanting to talk too much.

　　 "So...what is going on now?"

　　 The scene that happened a few hours ago, Jenkins hasn’t figured out the cause yet. His idea is very simple, using his new weapon and the power of the Protoss to directly defeat Scrooge Pompe. And the following forest resonance and animal changes, but he hadn't expected it at all. He thinks this has something to do with the new weapon and his [Life Origin], but it is still not certain.

　　"The Skeleton Sword disappeared, just as it was thirty years ago;

　　 About an hour ago, someone found Pompeii's headless body in an alley in the city. Divination, blood test, and unsuccessful psychics all showed that it was indeed him;

　　 The church suffered heavy losses, but the wave of undead has subsided, and the power support of the skeleton sword has been lost, and the demigods are enough to solve everything;

　　 The effect of [Goodnight, my child] is expected to fade in 30 minutes. Now the bishops are in a meeting to discuss how to resolve the headlines in the newspaper tomorrow..."

　　 He paused to look at Jenkins, and saw the doubt in Jenkins's eyes. Of course the old man knew what Jenkins was wondering about. Miss Bevanna and he summed up everything just now as the resonance of the spirit of the elves and the spirit of nature. This is correct to a certain extent, but it is still not good for Jenkins to know the truth. opportunity.

"But tonight's affairs, probably all will be pushed to the Duke of Antak of the Kingdom of Chessland. You know who that is, he also showed up when you heard that your public class... Probably will declare war on the Kingdom of Chessland in the near future. Tonight’s matter is even more serious than launching a small-scale war... Dropping coma and poisoning into the city’s water pipeline, leading his men to attack the city hall And the church, blaspheming the corpse to prove that he was favored by the evil god...probably that's it."

　　 Pushing everything tonight to Duke Antak is definitely the best way that can be thought of in a hurry. Moreover, the foreign duke is not innocent. He has to bear at least half of the responsibility for tonight's affairs. If it were not for the greedy cooperation with Pompeii in order to obtain the savior's emblem, Nolan would not suffer such a serious disaster.

　　 "Has the church caught the duke now?"

　　 "Not yet. The main focus of the church is to deal with the plague after the wave of undead. It is conceivable that we will spend the whole spring in disaster prevention. This year's business will probably be very sluggish..."

　　 Dad paused, then slowly said:

　　 "Also, it is best to not catch the Duke of Antak now. Everyone knows that he is dead, it is only a matter of time."

　　 The church does not know the role played by the Duke of Antak in this matter, nor does it seem to know the [Stage of Destiny]. Now the Duke and Jenkins have mastered the [Stage] Secret Lock at the same time, but neither of them knows how to evolve into [Destiny Stage] next.

　　 Jenkins intends to re-enable the Secret Lock as soon as possible, so that the Duke will appear in front of him just right. It is very dangerous to let such a guy be outside, and Jenkins will not let him have another chance.

　　 "So, everything is over?"

　　 "Is that so..."

　　 The old man looked a little absent-minded, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down and peeling apples for Jenkins. The cat squatted on the quilt obediently, staring at the full red fruit with her big eyes unblinking.

"In fact, there are still some things. In addition to the aftermath, the accident has made the church discover that Nolan has more illegal gifts than expected. But this is not the point, after all, they also helped a lot. It was the humans who fought the undead last night. A large number of aliens appeared on the battlefield...In other words, Nolan is now lurking with a large number of aliens, and the church has no knowledge."