The Master of the Strange Realm

Mr. White Cat said worriedly.

"I don't care, I have a way to be invisible. Two people will go down in a while, and two people will deal with it on the ground. I think if Mr. Candle's information is not wrong, we should not be in danger."

The other three people nodded, and after discussion, the "strongest" Jenkins and Miss Magic went to explore the unknown crypt, while Miss Silver Flute and Mr. White Cat dealt with the others on the ground.

Of course, it would be better if they could solve the problem in a short time. None of the four people are virgins who refuse to kill.

The plan started without any problems, Miss Silver Flute was carrying a steam bomb with her for some reason. After pulling the safety bolt, he threw it near the hole. After a loud noise, mud and stones flew everywhere, and more than half of the ordinary people on patrol were immediately killed or injured.

Miss Silver Flute and Mr. White Cat sprang out from the bushes to deal with the remaining people, while Jenkins and Miss Magic hid near the entrance of the cave. They waited until the two Gifters ran out before bending down and entering the cave.

The inside is narrow and dark, and it was obviously transformed from an ancient tomb. Jenkins has a monocle that does not require lighting, and Miss Magic also has an ability similar to [dark vision].

"It's deeper here than I thought."

The woman murmured to herself, echoing in the narrow crypt.

"Turning the corner in front is the end point. The person other than Mr. Hood is not near the entrance. I think we haven't been discovered yet."

"That's good......"

Miss Magic looked back at Mr. Candle behind her and hesitated to speak:

"I don't know if I should remind you that your cat is nibbling on your flowers."

"Um?"

The cat was indeed doing this, but fortunately it was discovered in time, and it was leaving shallow teeth marks. Just now, the cat took advantage of the darkness to crawl from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, and then stretched out its claws to grab the flower branch, but Jenkins did not notice it at all.

"Here we are, right here..."

After turning the corner, I saw a small underground space. There were torches on the rock wall, and some coffins were scattered in the narrow and irregular open space. The coffins were all open and the bodies inside were missing.

The unfortunate Mr. Hood was tied up and thrown into one of the coffins, while Duke Antarc lay in the other.

Mr. Hood's face was completely visible in the darkness. He was exactly as Jenkins imagined, a thin middle-aged man with a scruffy beard. When Miss Magic and Jenkins entered here, Duke Antak did not get up. He was sleeping peacefully in the coffin like a vampire in an ancient story.

But Jenkins knew that he was not a vampire in the past and was not a vampire. Mr. Writer was very familiar with vampires, and he was certain of his conclusion.

"Woo~"

Mr. Hood was not unconscious. He vaguely saw an acquaintance and a familiar cat, and immediately tried to make a sound that no one could understand.

Jenkins approached Duke Antak's coffin, and Miss Magic directly reached out and took out the rag that blocked Mr. Hood's mouth.

"Quickly, there is a secret passage under the coffin. The skeleton sword and its sword holder are down there."

As soon as he regained the ability to speak, Mr. Hood said eagerly.

"What?"

Unlike Jenkins who was fully prepared, Miss Magic did not think that the group of people might encounter that terrible disaster. Without thinking, she picked up the rope that tied Mr. Hood up with one hand and ran out like a country person carrying a piglet.

Jenkins did not leave immediately, but quickly reached Duke Antak's coffin in the dark and punched him on the head.

With Jenkins' strength, if the punch was real, the skull would not explode, but the person would definitely be gone. Unfortunately, the punch did not hit the Duke's head, but was caught by the bone claws protruding from the bottom of the coffin.

Chapter 900 Chapter 883 Blooming Fantasy Flowers

The frost spread downwards along the bone claw, sealing the entire coffin in just a few seconds. A dull voice came from the bottom of the coffin:

"Who disturbed my slumber?"

"Twin devils!"

A black shadow flew out from behind Jenkins, and people on the ground immediately felt the violent shaking underground. The explosion blew away the roof of the cave, exposing the underground space. Jenkins, who barely blocked himself and the cat from falling rocks, stood on a raised boulder pillar and watched the stone holding the ice coffin being lifted. He was wearing a black The young man in the coat climbed out of the coffin.

"Skru Pompey."

Jenkins called out the name, and the young man immediately showed an angry expression. Presumably, he already knew about the accident that happened in Shire. He originally came to Nolan to deal with some matters, but he didn't expect that his home would be ransacked by the Zhengshen Church in just one month.

"It's you again, followers of the God of Lies!"

Mr. Hood, Miss Silver Flute and Mr. White Cat around the giant pit have disappeared, and Miss Magic asked them to leave first. But the woman didn't intend to leave. This time, she should be considered as involving Mr. Candle in this matter, and she would not let Mr. Candle be cut off in such a lowly manner.

"oh?"

Jenkins didn't know what to say, so he could only utter an exclamation that he didn't know what it meant.

He was now facing the moonlight, standing on the top of the stone pillar supporting the underground space. Wearing a black top hat on his head, he held a flower pot in his left hand, with flowers in the pot swaying in the night wind; he carried a white cat on his right shoulder, and its soft fur was unusually dazzling under the moonlit night.

This is a rare experience for Chocolate to be exposed to the moonlight, but it does not hate the moonlight.

The man's face is serious, and the two-color moonlight shines behind him, pulling the shadow to the ground. He did not speak, and stood there quietly, which has brought strange pressure to everyone.

Snap~

Pompeii snapped his fingers, and the Skeleton Sword cut through the space around him and appeared beside him. The wailing souls flew into the night sky with a sharp sound, and pairs of rotten hands stretched out from the soil of the cemetery; the cold wind drifted in the black forest, and the land and air were filled with a terrible breath of death.

"This time~"

The tip of the Skeleton Sword pointed at the man standing under the moon.

"I must teach you a lesson."

Unlike Skru Pompeii, Jenkins did not want to teach his opponent a lesson. He just wanted to kill the man opposite now, and then go home and wait for the arrival of the whisper at the end of the moon.

It was not the first or second time that he fought with the Skeleton Sword. Although he still did not have the confidence to defeat the strange weapon at this moment, he did not seem to need to really defeat it.

"Actually, I'm curious..."

Jenkins always hated talking nonsense before a fight. He preferred to say what he wanted to say in front of the enemy's body after killing him. But this time, he was really curious.

"Are you controlling the sword now, or is the sword controlling you?"

"Does it matter?"

The man responded loudly, then raised the weapon in his hand high and slashed it towards Jenkins.

The black arc of light slashed towards Jenkins like a group of flying butterflies in the moonlight. It was so quiet here that Jenkins even thought he heard the sound of the shock wave destroying the new spring grass buds.

He bent his knees slightly and jumped up suddenly. His cat-like jumping power made him fly straight into the night sky. The stone pillar under his feet collapsed completely with a loud bang, and the scattered gravel even hit the trouser legs of the falling Jenkins.

He fell into the dust, threw the cat to a safe distance, and rushed towards Pompeii with the pot of flowers in his arms.

Terrible murmurs and whispers gradually appeared as Jenkins approached his opponent. This was a phenomenon that had not occurred last time, which meant that the sword was gradually regaining its true power.

The whistling soul tide emerged when Jenkins saw Pompeii's figure through the dust, and the surging souls flew towards Jenkins unstoppably. Wailing faces and twisted limbs floated on the surface of the tide, looking more like a transparent centipede dancing in the air.

The eardrums were stinging because of the impact of the sound, but Jenkins still did not stop running forward, but raised the flower in his hand high. The flowerpot was broken in an instant under the impact of the soul tide, and the exposed skin could also feel severe pain.

But it was only a matter of a moment. The next moment, the brilliant light sprayed out from the unopened flower bud, and the soul tide rushed towards the flower uncontrollably as if it had encountered a large pit on the seabed.

"It really works!"

Jenkins' joy was beyond words. This was truly killing two birds with one stone. He temporarily gave up trying to control the flying flowers. With a flick of his right hand, an invisible sword that combined water, fire and wood, or an invisible stick, appeared in his hand.

He ran forward quickly, then jumped up suddenly and chopped the weapon in his hand down fiercely.

Clang~

The metal skeleton sword and the hardwood weapon collided with each other, and the latter broke, but was immediately repaired by the full-strength [Origin of Life].

The owners of the two weapons stood in place and wrestled with each other. It was the first time that Jenkins observed Pompeii's face so closely.

"You have too many pimples on your face, right?"

He still had the energy to speak, but he was actually at a disadvantage. After all, the opponent was the strongest weapon in the material world, and the full-strength [Breath of Life] could not make the leaves continue to grow to wrap Pompeii's body.

On the contrary, Jenkins had already felt that the flames and water were suppressed, and from a visual point of view, the surface of the wood had been infected by the black breath of death.

If it weren't for the ability of [Contact Death], Jenkins would have died at that moment.

"You shouldn't be so close to me!"

Pompeii smiled at Jenkins, so much so that his slightly bleeding teeth were exposed. Jenkins thought he also saw the vegetable leaves between his teeth, and began to infer the content of his dinner.

A suction force suddenly emerged from the skeleton sword, making the soul in Jenkins' body a little unstable. But it only shook for a while, and it had no effect on Jenkins.

Jenkins saw that his weapon was about to disintegrate, and took advantage of the last time to free his left hand, revealing the back half of the broken wooden dagger from his soul, and then stabbed it hard at the bone armor on Pompeii's body.

Crack~

The broken dagger shattered again due to the huge force, and Jenkins could only put it away helplessly. The left hand directly grasped the sword through the increasingly thin soul storm on the surface of the skeleton sword, and the next second the body was pushed away by the huge repulsive force on the sword.

Pompey thrust his sword into the ground of the cemetery, and the undead who had already stretched out their bodies finally broke free from the earth's shackles.

"In the name of my god~"

A woman's voice came from the sky. When I looked up, Miss Magic was flying in the night sky with her back to the moonlight, holding up a golden scepter.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. A huge golden magical ritual circle extended outward from the top of her scepter. In one breath, it was like a golden spider web, covering the entire sky of the cemetery. .

"I will give you divine punishment~"

Her voice was extremely clear, and the hellfire emerging from the magic circle was even clearer. Stones burning with terrifying black flames fell like a meteorite rain towards where Pompeii was standing, and a second later caused a loud noise that could be heard in Nolan City.

The ground was shaking, the snow on the ground was evaporated instantly, and the trees in the black forest showed radioactive toppling, but Jenkins was not affected at all.

"Damn it, let him escape."

After the dust settled, Miss Magic fell from the sky a little dejectedly, almost losing her balance. Pompeii's position had turned into a bottomless pit, but Jenkins knew that he was not in it.

"This is already good. If he summons an army of skeletons, we will be in even greater trouble."

He casually caught the cat that jumped over from the edge of the battlefield. The cat's hair was a little messy. It must have been blown by the wind just now.

"Speaking of which, is this a fantasy flower?"

When the dust settled, Fantasy Flower was not affected at all. It floats quietly in the air, its fully bloomed light blue petals trembling gently in the evening breeze. It is so beautiful that even the most skilled painter cannot describe the beauty of the flower at this moment, and the most melancholy poet cannot write a sentence praising it.

The flowers fully bloomed in the air, and circles of light blue ripples spread around as the petals trembled. This is a real mature fantasy flower, number B-01-5-0718. After going through so many things, it finally reached the final stage of growth.

Miss Magic was very interested as she watched Jenkins use the holy silver box to carefully collect the amazingly beautiful flower that was fully blooming in the night sky.

"Yes, thanks to the soul provided by the Skeleton Sword. Unfortunately, even so, my flower could not absorb all the soul of that sword. I am afraid there will be no such opportunity next time."

The fully bloomed fantasy flower is item number B-01-5-0718, and its effect can be determined by the user's first touch. But now Jenkins is not ready yet, so he can only seal it with the holy silver box and wait for the necessary occasion before taking it out.

"Why didn't you use that move just now~"

Miss Magic stood next to Jenkins, watching him collect the flowers, "The trick that turns people into mechanical parts."

"It's too risky. That sword will probably not be affected by the mechanical light. If Pompeii summons a dead body to stand in front of him, he can resist this move."

[Mechanical Light] consumes a lot of energy. Jenkins will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

The huge noise in the dark forest quickly attracted the Orthodox Church. Jenkins and Miss Magic left before they arrived.

The unlucky Duke was crushed under the collapsing boulder. Jenkins stepped on his ankle and broke it before leaving. What awaits him will be justice from the church.

Chapter 901 Chapter 884 Thanks

Although Scrooge Pompey was still not successfully killed tonight, at least the goal of rescuing Mr. Hood was achieved. Jenkins considered summoning the protoss directly to kill Pompeii, but considering his habit of running away as soon as the situation was bad, the power of the protoss might not have enough time to take effect.

The best way to deal with such a person is to make him feel that he has a great advantage, take the initiative to attack, and then defeat him with overwhelming force. Otherwise, the battle with Pompey will always be a chase battle. He clearly has huge power but goes too far with caution. This is not a good thing for Jenkins.

Together with Mr. White Cat and Miss Silver Flute, Hood waited for his two companions at the intersection into the city. The five of them evaded the convoy of the Zhengshen Church and made a long circle in the fog before successfully returning to Nolan. urban area.

"It's half past eleven, I still have half an hour."

Jenkins muttered, holding his pocket watch.

"What did you say?"

Miss Yindi, who was walking side by side, asked softly.

"Nothing, just sighing about what happened tonight."

Mr. Hood's face was now completely exposed in front of the other four people, but he didn't seem to care. After the rope that tied him was cut, although he was weak, he had restored his normal mobility. After entering the city, he led a group of people to a small two-story apartment in the southwest of the city, which was one of the safe houses he owned. one.

"Sure enough, almost none of the benefactors are short of gold pounds."

Jenkins muttered quietly.

"Thank you, my friends, for saving me."

The custom-made gas lamp on the wall was turned on, and Mr. Hood took out the wine bottle from the wine cabinet and filled everyone's glasses. Five people stood in a circle, holding their glasses high, and greeted each other.

"We are also strangers, so that's okay... Of course, if I knew in advance who my opponent would be this time, I would never go."