The Master of the Strange Realm

Different animals have different effects after taking this medicine, and some can even gain magical or weird abilities. Jenkins held the cat in one hand and a ladle in the other, feeding it spoonfuls of amber liquid.

The chocolate was very cooperative, and some even took the initiative to stick out their tongues and lick it.

"It doesn't seem to have any effect?"

As Jenkins spoke, he opened the Eyes of Reality, but there was still no spiritual color.

"You just drank it, you have to wait until it is completely absorbed, right? The change occurs slowly, and your cat is still a baby, so the process will be even slower."

The old man said angrily and funny.

Old Jack asked Jenkins to wait for a while while he went to get some breakfast. Jenkins stretched his head and looked at Chocolate, who stared back at him with amber vertical pupils, and the beard on his small face trembled.

"Chocolate, bark like a dog!"

he ordered.

"Meow~"

The cat responded immediately.

Jenkins laughed.

When he entered the door just now, he observed the owner of this shop, and he did not expect that Old Jack was actually a level 7 benefactor.

This means that the distance between the old man and the so-called peak mortal demigod is only one step. Why does dad know such a person?

Speaking of abilities, Jenkins is now at level one. Including the bubble obtained in the first treacherous realm, he can have a total of 9 abilities. But after experiencing Mr. Barnard's deathbed "gift" and the black divine power, he already has seven points of light.

Excluding the [Astral Perception] that he was about to learn, he could only learn one ability now. It seems that Miss Hesha, or Miss Bailing's chain ability can't be learned until level two.

Since he summoned the ability light spot, he subconsciously clicked on the purple one, and a faint purple line extended into the distance.

"Huh? What key information did I collect?"

Chapter 127 Chapter 123 The Closed Church

He grabbed the suitcase beside him, put on his black hat, put his cane under his arm, and hugged the chocolate.

"Sir, my steam valve is not closed. I have to go back."

Jenkins ran out quickly, and Old Jack poked his head out with a plate in surprise:

"Didn't I tell you that Oliver is fine? Young people nowadays are really serious. Eh? Why am I not so lucky to meet such a good apprentice?"

I rushed back to the station in a carriage and bought a ticket back to Nolan City. In the evening, I finally returned to my hometown after a day's absence.

Nolan is still the same as before, but the air today is particularly bad. The city was unexpectedly quiet in the evening, but there seemed to be noise coming from the factory area to the east.

Jenkins got into the carriage and asked the driver to drive around the city according to his instructions.

The horses' hooves clattered against the stone road, the driver hung out the kerosene lamp, and the carriage broke through the lingering fog and crossed the street.

"stop!"

Jenkins said loudly, took out a note and handed it over, then jumped down with his luggage.

Walk a few steps forward and step onto the steps made of white stone bricks. The sage's holy symbol is engraved on the door in front of you.

"church?"

Jenkins said in his heart in surprise.

On weekdays, the [Knowledge and Books] Church would never be closed at this time, but at this time, the golden door that had just been repaired was closed tightly.

"anyone there?"

he yelled, trying to push the door open but it wouldn't work.

I went around to the commonly used back door, which was still closed, but the line of fate was indeed pointing inward.

Footsteps came from the other side of the alley, and behind the smoke was a tall man.

Throwing away the chocolate and the suitcase, he held a cane in one hand and a pistol in the other, and then realized that the person approaching was Jerry Schlaich, the middle-aged man with stubble in Captain Binsey's team.

Half of his face was now covered in blood, and his right arm was hanging down unnaturally.

Blinking, in another vision, the light spots on his body were indeed the ones from last time, and they were him.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Jenkins immediately leaned over and pressed his scalp to activate his ability. Under the blood was a hideous wound.

"Williamt?"

The man asked in a daze.

"It's me! What's wrong here?"

"Watch your back!"

Jenkins swung his palm back, and his right hand with white mist collided with a charred claw with black flames.

The black flames and white mist annihilated each other, and Mr. Schlaich was surprised.

"In addition to divine magic, it turns out that ordinary frost abilities can also restrain demonic flames!"

A faint smell of sulfur came from the opposite side, and at the same time, a subtle murmur sounded. This is a rare murmur that can be completely understood. It tells all blasphemous stories and terrible ritual knowledge.

Perhaps the story the professor told was the account of a cultist who heard these murmurs.

Putting down Schlaich, he walked into the smoke again alone. He held the gun in his left hand and fired a shot. Then he waved the cane in his right hand behind him, and the sound of metal collision immediately sounded.

Seemingly sensing something, he turned his body to the right to avoid a ball of flying black flames, and Jenkins fired another shot in that direction.

The hem of the black windbreaker flew as the body turned. It touched a hidden creature and immediately burned.

Qiang~

The cane hit something again. Jenkins deliberately used a loophole to shoot in the opposite direction, and immediately heard the whistling wind behind him.

With a gun in his left hand and a staff in his right hand, he was naturally unable to fight with his fists.

"Profane production!"

The target was right behind him. Instead of observing the result, he quickly retreated and continuously fired his pistol to aim at the direction where the low scream came from.

After a few minutes, the screaming stopped. Jenkins waved his cane and walked forward, only to see black dust on the ground. He kicked the dust away with his feet. On the ground was a transparent and illusory coin, and a small cluster of burning black flames.

"Isn't it enough for one coin? No, this ability has no killing effect?"

He thought in confusion, twisted the coins and put them back in his pocket, then immediately turned the gun and pointed it behind him.

It turned out to be Jerry Schlaich.

"Is it resolved so quickly?"

he asked in disbelief.

"That was a demon just now?"

"No, how can there be such a weak devil? This is a devil."

He took Jenkins' arm and said quickly: "Don't ask so many questions yet, just follow me."

As he spoke, he took out an ancient pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, and turned it twice counterclockwise. The collision of gears sounded, click, click, click, and two seconds later, the pocket watch shattered into a pile of springs, metal sheets, and gears in the man's palm.

He picked out a strange metal shaft, then touched the wall nearby and inserted the metal shaft into it.

There was a loud bang, and a gap opened in the wall.

"Under special circumstances, the church is closed and only those with keys can enter."

The two stepped through the gap and walked in. After the chocolate licked the cluster of flames on the ground, they immediately followed, and the gap closed behind them.

There is no one in the church, but some hidden piles of light spots can be seen indoors.

"remember."

The man panted and said: "I came back to get something, but I was ambushed halfway and now I can't move easily. You will take A-10-1-0021 to the Hesend Manor in the suburbs in a while. You have to move quickly."

The two of them were heading in the direction of the Underground Gate of All Things, which happened to be the direction of the purple light that was still guiding them.

Walking down the steps and turning around the empty hall, Keeper Smith was lying on the ground, and the bronze door of everything was already half open. This angle should lead to the space between the seals.

A man in black robe limped out, holding a very familiar mirror in his hand.

"Sage, someone actually dares to break into this place!"

The bearded man being supported by Jenkins screamed, took a few deep breaths, stretched out his hand to say something, but failed to catch his breath and actually fainted.

The man in black robe sneered twice, ignored the frowning Jenkins, and left holding the mirror.

"etc."

Jenkins stopped because the purple line was pointed at him.

The man in black robe said nothing, and turned the angle of the mirror in his hand to look at Jenkins.

The mirror surface that seemed to be covered by dust immediately became clear. A pale hand stretched out, and a strange figure wrapped in white bandages crawled out of the mirror, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces.

"Damn, cough, why are there so few sins?"

The man in black robe complained slowly, but did not panic. You can tell from the voice that he must be seriously injured now.

"Get out of the way immediately and I'll spare your life!"

Chapter 128 Chapter 124 The Future

"You are hurt?"

Jenkins smiled and said that the pistol had been loaded with bullets on the road. He raised his hand and fired, but the accuracy was not good and it hit the mirror.

"Even if I'm injured, I'm not something an ant like you can stop."

The black robes fluttered, black blood flowed from the feet of the black-robed man, and the sound of broken bones could be heard. It was as if someone was chanting something softly in the distance. After a moment, the man in black transformed into the appearance of Keeper Smith amidst the painful howl, and he looked extremely healthy.

"Is this a disguise? An illusion? I know now, how did you break in?"

"Do you regret it? It's useless!"

The short old man did not use any abilities, but punched with his physical body, and Jenkins immediately responded. With a click, the bones of his arm shattered, but the old man's hand was still stuck to Jenkins' fist, and no one could pull away.

"what have you done?"

He asked in panic, trying to pull back with his fist, but his hand couldn't get rid of the suction force.

"I also want to know."

Jenkins said while continuously pulling the trigger of his left hand pistol.

The black robe automatically emerged from the immersion in the spirit and was draped on him in the most original image of the black robe.

The image of the old man holding fists became illusory and returned to the image of a man in black robes. Jenkins and the stranger felt the suction at the same time. After a few seconds, the winner was decided. Jenkins was still wearing a robe and the bald man wearing only underwear fell to the ground.

Abnormal red scars appeared on the left side of his body, and on the skin on the surface of his heart, a mark that looked like a prisoner's brand was branded there.

After a few more bang-bang shots, the man twitched a few times and became completely motionless. Jenkins kicked it away and took back the black robe.

"What happened just now? Is this what Miss Hesha said, the mutual devouring characteristics of special creations?"

He asked, but the only thing still moving there was chocolate.

Squatting next to the man's body, he opened the fresh wound on the upper side of his right arm with his hand, and then took out a rolled parchment from the wound. The purple line finally disappeared.

"This can't be A-10-1-0230, right?"

Jenkins hesitated for a moment and unfolded the paper roll:

[I am Jenkins Redanput Williamette. It is now 1899 in the universal calendar and 797 in the Kingdom [Golden Kite] calendar. Please believe that I am you in the future!

This world is destined to be destroyed in the future. In the next 34 years, all kinds of crazy events will continue to happen. I have experienced too many things. Although I survived, the people around me died one by one. I must change! I must change! I must change! This letter is the last chance.

Now I should have just returned from the city of Shire. On the day of leaving Nolan City, my father informed the church of the suspected reappearance of the demon, and the church immediately secretly arrested the baron who performed the ritual. But this action was discovered by the real demon behind the scenes. He controlled the nobles who signed a contract with him to obtain knowledge, asked them to go to the major bases of the Orthodox Church in the city, and then forcibly transformed the demons.

Don't worry about the black-robed man just now. He is a believer of the evil god [Thousand Changes Demon]. The saint who descended on New Truman City dealt a serious blow to the conspiracy there. The cultists hoped to prevent the new saint from descending by obtaining this mirror. But this matter has nothing to do with me at the moment. I didn't provoke him just now and let him leave. This is the right thing to do!

Now, at this moment, this is the first act of a series of tragedies. My first friend will leave forever, so I must save Brianna Michael! She is now in the Haysend Manor outside the city. Now wake up Jerry Schleich and the keeper Smith, apply for the use of A-10-1-0021, and then...】

"Fake."