The Master of the Strange Realm

Seeing this, Jenkins couldn't help but think, "If I were to write to myself, I would definitely not write in Common Chinese, but in Chinese Pinyin!"

As soon as this idea appeared, the parchment in his hand spontaneously ignited, and the cold spirit flowed into his body along his hand. The extreme stimulation caused a string of goosebumps to appear on my arms - but it still didn't reach level two.

"I don't believe you, so you spontaneously combust?"

Everything in this series of events was unexpected. I thought that the flame would burn itself, but I didn't expect that the palm of my hand was getting hotter and hotter. Jenkins threw the burning fire ball out at once, and it happened to be thrown on the corpse nearby.

Suddenly, I don't know what happened, but the whole body was ignited by flames.

Jenkins took off the black coat whose tail was scorched just now and hurried over to save him. Unexpectedly, the coat was also set on fire.

"I see."

He muttered in his heart, threw his coat into the fire, and then watched helplessly as the parchment, body, and his clothes were completely ignited, and then nothing was left.

There wasn't even a trace of black on the ground.

Turning around and looking around, the secret keeper and Mr. Schlaich were lying on the ground. Chocolate huddled in the corner and watched this scene with interest, while the door to everything was still open.

He squatted down, punched the ground where the body was burning, lowered the temperature to normal, and then fell down next to Schlaich's body.

Schlaich soon woke up. Without the permission of the secret keeper, one must not enter behind the Gate of All Things. So, the two spent some time waking up Smith. He was not injured. He was unconscious because he was knocked unconscious by the man in black disguised as Captain Binsey.

"Where is that person?"

Smith asked.

"Let's go. I shot Mr. Schlaich once after he was unconscious. He dropped the mirror and left immediately."

Jenkins helped him sit up.

"Hmph, you actually dared to break into the Gate of All Things without permission. It seems that you were seriously injured."

He looked at Schlaich and then at Jenkins: "We will discuss this matter later. The church will not let go of any enemy. Hmm, unless he dies without leaving a trace, the church will take care of him even if he escapes to the edge of the world. He dug it out! By the way, why are you here? Are you sure about the devil?"

Only then did Schlaich remember that there was something serious: "It's an emergency. The church is now closed. I'm here to apply for the use of A-10-1-0021. This is a token."

As he spoke, he asked Jenkins to reach out and take out a pendant around his neck, and then handed it to the secret keeper.

"You're so injured, you can't escort this thing."

The old man frowned and said.

"Let him come!"

Schlaich pointed to Jenkins, who nodded confusedly.

Chapter 129 Chapter 125 Reading, Writing and Strange Objects

"Can."

After a moment of hesitation, Old Smith turned around and walked into the opened bronze door. About three minutes later, he walked out holding a red metal box.

There is no decoration on the box, but metal ridges like blood vessels are spread all over the surface. On the front is an unlocked copper lock, which is now tightly tied with an iron wire.

"Mr. Williams, this box must not be opened easily. It is called the [Soul Collector's Soul Collection Box]. When opened indoors without sunlight, the soul of the intelligent creature closest to the box, including the user, will be Be absorbed. This is almost equivalent to a weapon with fatal properties. Be careful on the way to escort."

"OK."

Jenkins nervously took the box and found that its surface temperature was frighteningly low. At the same time, there were constant subtle banging sounds in the box, as if something was locked inside.

"Do you know where Hysend Manor is?"

Mr. Schlaich, who was leaning against the khaki wall, asked nervously.

"The one near the city pet management center?"

asked Jenkins, who had been told this by the coachman.

He turned around, picked up his cane and was about to leave, but was stopped again by Herr Schleich.

"Wait, have you ever learned magic?"

"No."

"Oh, Goddess!"

He groaned, "The devil has used bloody methods to transform that area of ​​the environment. If you have learned any magic, you can pass it normally, otherwise you will be continuously hurt by a weird energy. Wait, do you have any blank bubbles? ?”

Jenkins did the math. Normally, there are 3 at level 0, and 1 at level 1. In total, there are 4. One was obtained in the first deception, so the church knew that the abilities it could possess were 5.

On the surface, there are only four abilities: healing, boxing, leg and foot agility, and disease curse. You can learn another one.

"There is still one."

After a simple calculation, he replied.

"Secretkeeper, this is an extraordinary situation! I apply for special permission to be granted to Mr. Williamte, allowing him to learn a magical ability."

"etc!"

Jenkins immediately said: "There should be other gifters in the church, right? We can ask them to help!"

"No, in this state of emergency where the church is closed, no one can leave their post without authorization!"

Smith frowned as he answered.

"Mr. William's achievements are very remarkable. As long as he is willing to learn, normally, magical arts are open to him."

"What's wrong now?"

Jenkins asked on behalf of Schlaich, who looked pale and wondered if he had any sequelae.

"It's normal now, but the ritual of learning divine power requires the choir and the clergy to prepare a week in advance. This large-scale divine ritual is not something that the three of us can complete."

"I'm talking about that one, the simplest and most basic divine power taught by the sage!"

Schlaich said, and Smith suddenly realized:

"Read and write?"

The two assured Jenkins that after this incident, if he didn't want to have this ability, Smith would apply to the Holy See as a keeper to erase it with a holy object.

But even the simplest ritual requires a lot of materials.

"I have it!"

Jenkins said, reaching out and taking off the material pocket from his underwear just in case.

"The torn pages of old books, the silver blessed by the bishop, the ornaments worn by devout believers for more than ten years, the ritual chalk..."

"Is it enough?"

Watching Smith take out the things one by one, Jenkins asked.

"Okay, now we are in the basement of the church. This environment can save the core material of the ritual, the holy feather pen. Now listen to me, the ritual needs you..."

The golden light spot appeared in front of Jenkins smoothly. He took the cane and the box and set off. The chocolate was left in the church for someone to take care of. Of course, it slipped out immediately after Jenkins left.

It was completely dark outside, and the fog still did not dissipate.

Jenkins had to take out the candle in his spirituality for lighting, but he ran for a long time without seeing a carriage.

When he was about to leave the city, he met a team of night watchmen of the lightless moon. Somehow, they recognized Jenkins' identity as a scribe and warned him that the whole city was under martial law tonight and a riot broke out in the factory area.

It was a real riot and had nothing to do with the devil. The introduction of the "Air Quality Monitoring and Protection Act" has been delayed for at least half a year due to the interests of the nobles, industrial capitalists and other parties.

In the past six months, at least three-digit workers in Nolan City have died of lung disease. The workers' discontent was accumulating day by day, and finally broke out this evening because of a very accidental incident.

There are gifted people involved in this matter. Now the main forces of the [Ocean and Exploration Church] and the [Starry Sky and Balance Church] have been involved. It is said that there are even three level 7 unregistered gifted people.

As for the devil's affairs, the [Knowledge and Book Church] and the [Death and Doomsday Church] are responsible. The remaining [Lightless Moon] believers will monitor the whole city together with the City Hall to prevent bad people with ulterior motives from taking advantage of the opportunity.

After saying goodbye to the night watchman, Jenkins trotted all the way to the outside of the city. According to the coachman, there are three roads leading to the manor, left, right and middle. The road on the left is the shortest, but the most difficult to walk, and it has to go through a forest; the road in the middle is the farthest, but it is easier to walk; the road on the right is a big road, except that it is a little dark, there are no disadvantages. The last time I went to the pet center with Chocolate, I took this road.

He hurried to the right, but after a few steps, he found a carriage parked in front of him. A middle-aged man with a severely burned face was holding an oil lamp and sitting on the carriage board. The dark door of the carriage was open to Jenkins.

"Guest, do you want a ride?"

He asked calmly with a strange accent.

His heart palpitated, and a familiar sense of fear surged in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, the horse, the man, and the carriage all appeared black.

"Damn it, whenever I get into trouble, I will meet you! Sage, bless me!"

He complained and ran away. The coachman behind him did not chase him, and Jenkins ran into the middle road.

He also did not run far, and dense horse hoof sounds came from behind.

"Young man, don't go this way."

The old knight dressed as a cowboy shook the reins, and the old skinny horses stopped immediately. Behind him, the knights in black clothes also stopped one after another.

"I have something urgent to deliver."

He recognized that these were the knights of the Church of Death and Doom who had galloped on horseback on Fifth Queen's Avenue last time.

Chapter 130 Chapter 126 The Knights of the Dead

"You've taken the wrong road. Go to the left. There's only a group of demons ahead."

The old knight explained, then whistled and put on the brown cowboy hat with a rope tied to it.

The blue light spot shone brightly, and the lines spread outward from this center. The transparent lines connected four light spots, one white, one red, one gold, and one yellow, forming a complex emblem.

The hand holding the hat suddenly burned with a blue flame, and then the hat also caught fire, burning the entire head into a skull.

The flames continued to flow downwards, the leather coat was burned with a sizzling sound, and the body turned into a skeleton. The legs and the horse turned into skeletons almost at the same time, and the horse's hooves excitedly stepped on the ground, leaving patches of blue fire marks.

Blue flames burned in his eye sockets, and the skull wearing a hat nodded to Jenkins, then shouted:

"May the dead rest in peace, and see the end in death! The Knights of the Dead, set off!"

The skeleton horse set off first with a neigh, and the black knights behind followed, and their bodies burst into blue flames and turned into skeleton knights during the galloping process.

A few seconds later, only rows of still burning horse hoof prints were left in front of Jenkins, and the weeds on the side of the road were burning quietly.

"Is this the blood chain ability?"

He muttered to himself, then suddenly shuddered, holding the box and turning to the leftmost path.

Walking through the woods, his clothes were also scratched by the branches. From a distance, the shadow of the manor can be seen at the foot of the hillside, and the grass gradually turns yellow, with a faint smell of sulfur coming from the soil.

Jenkins just stepped on the scorched yellow soil and heard a "squeak" sound from the soles of his shoes. He didn't know what happened.

The golden light spots he had just obtained kept trembling in front of his eyes, and some subtle whispers appeared in his ears, which were very messy, and his skin also felt tingling. But as the spirit flowed in his body, these abnormalities quickly disappeared.

After running a few steps forward, he could see that the manor in the distance was completely surrounded. A black dot found Jenkins and immediately came up to him.

This was a tall and thin man with a relatively dark skin. He wore a blood-red glove on his left hand and a white glove on his right hand that seemed to glow in the dark.

"Williamette?"

He seemed to know Jenkins.

"Yes, Mr. Schleich was attacked on the way to the church, so I was asked to deliver A-10-1-0021 on his behalf."

Another man ran over. It was Rogers Benz. When Jenkins was reading in the Secret Library last time, he informed Jenkins to go to the sanatorium.

"Is Schleich okay?" he asked.

"No, but he should rest for a while. Oh, by the way, gentlemen, someone broke into the Church's Gate of All Things!"

He took the box and handed it to Benz.

"Is anyone injured? How is it now?"

The two immediately became nervous.

"Secret Keeper Smith was knocked unconscious, and no one else was injured. He seemed to have disguised himself in some way and did not force his way in."

"That's good."

The man in red and white gloves said, "Let's talk about this later. The demons here are the most important. Did you have any accidents on the way here?"

"Just now I met a group of skeleton knights on horseback."

"Humph, it turned out to be that group of bone soldiers."