The Master of the Strange Realm

"Because she wants to live. This is the basic and despicable instinct of a living body. It is the sin that exists since the birth of all life, or the meaning of existence. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The corpse loosened its hold on Sigrid's hand and stopped talking, and the thunder after the lightning also rumbled. In the midst of the explosion, Sigrid put her hands around Jenkins' neck and hugged him. This made Jenkins feel a little at a loss and wanted to remind the other person that he was hugged so tightly and that his cat was still in his pocket.

In the end, Chocolate was not injured, but stuck to the gap between the two of them, hooked Jenkins' coat with her small paws and climbed onto his shoulders. After being reminded by the chocolate, the blond nun let go of Jenkins. Judging from the redness and swelling in her eyes, she probably really cried.

"I'm not very good at comforting others..."

Jenkins said with some embarrassment:

"But this is not worth crying about. After all, it happened a long time ago, and I believe you have regretted it. After we leave the strange place, you can pray to the righteous god [the spirit of nature]. If you don't mind, pray to [Lord of Flowers] You can also pray, they will give you enlightenment.”

Sigrid nodded and wiped her face sheepishly. The heavy rain covered up the traces of her crying just now, but ladies still care about their faces:

"What you just said makes sense. This is my sin and I should face it."

If she wasn't so kind and not a believer in [Nature Spirit], she probably wouldn't care about this matter.

"I think I will handle it, but the survival of the fittest you said... is really cruel. I think this world is very gentle, and we don't have to think of the world as so harsh."

"But that's part of the rules, it's not strictness, it's rigor and order."

Jenkins nodded, and seeing that she was in a better mood, he began to bury the body again. Looking at the edge of the darkness with his peripheral vision, he saw that the two rotten deer had long since disappeared, so he continued his work while asking the elf on the other side:

"You didn't say just now that something like this would happen in this strange situation. The deer just now..."

"Even if you don't scare them, they won't come close to you. This is just an indescribable thing caused by this lady's chaotic thoughts. If she could understand nature as clearly as you do and have no nostalgia for her past, That won't happen for sure."

Chapter 1781 Chapter 1753 Abandoned Baby

The words of the elf on the other side of the stream made Sigrid a little sad in the rain, but this time the nun was stronger. The two of them did not talk next, but remained silent and completely covered the body.

After taking a few steps back, strange emerald green flames emerged from the gaps in the cobblestones again, rising into the heavy rain. When the fire went out, this time Jenkins found an emerald green glass bead from the human-shaped white ash. Some golden dust could be seen inside the bead, shining in the light of the stream.

This is not a gift, or even a numbered item. Jenkins looked at the elf on the other side, who patiently explained:

"Put this in your heart and you will gain an ability and a blank bubble."

In other words, one more ability was added directly without occupying the current empty bubble position. The generosity of the ever-great Lord of Flowers once again made Jenkins sigh.

"This is a yellow conjuration ability [Activated Tree Shield]. You only need to wear any jewelry containing wooden parts on your body, then you can use this ability to summon a wooden shield at any time. The shield can maintain its existence almost as long as it is alive, and It can deflect most magical energy attacks... Unfortunately, it is not strong enough for physical attacks, but at least it can be used as an ordinary wooden shield. "

A very practical ability, but for Jenkins who is interested in [the blessing of books], [activated tree shield] is somewhat useless. Although it does not occupy the only empty bubble he has left, for him, mortal spell attacks are of little use, and even if they are useful, they cannot break through the upper limit of the [Undead]. Tree shields obviously cannot block attacks from high-dimensional creatures, so you can have this ability, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it.

"It's yours."

He stuffed something into Sigrid again, and he was so happy that he asked for the World Tree seeds without feeling embarrassed:

"There's no use holding this, it's yours."

He explained this way, and this time Sigrid didn't even shirk, she just looked at Jenkins seriously and accepted it.

Seeing that Sigrid's mood had recovered well, the two continued to wait for the fourth corpse to appear, and during this period, the elf's poetry also sounded again.

In the rain, this song has an indescribable sadness:

"The story begins with the first ray of sunshine,

The grass blades push away the stones to welcome the dawn,

died in the tepid morning from the sheep's teeth;

Men kill sheep at noon,

Eat its flesh and blood,

But he will eventually die at night.

Everything returns to the earth,

The grassland that supports the next day.

The cycle of life and death,

The exchange of hunter and prey.

Praise nature,

Praise for respectable order.

praise the world,

Praise me for everything I have. "

The poem ends but the light door back to the material world still does not appear, so the song continues to cycle, not boring amidst the patter of rain, because Jenkins likes the tune this time.

Sigrid stood with Jenkins, her head resting on his shoulder naturally, as if she wanted to keep warm by Jenkins' side. Jenkins listened to the sound of rain, and the thoughts he had just interrupted came to his mind again. In the songs of the elves, in the sound of rain hitting the ground, and next to the gurgling stream, he felt that he was coming from the wetness. Touched something that was not mortal.

Tonight is the first day of this month, and the knowledge whispered at the end of the month a few hours ago has not yet been sorted out. The insights at this time are mixed with the indescribable knowledge, making Jenkins even more confused.

He tried his best to listen to the sound of rain, but he could never catch the inspiration that was like a fleeting flash in the darkness.

In this entanglement, the two ushered in the fourth corpse floating from upstream. After wading into the water and pulling the body back to shore, Jenkins discovered that the older woman he still didn't recognize.

"Is it someone you know again?"

He bent down and hooked the old man's armpits with his hands to pull the body to the shore. Sigrid squatted down and brushed the hair from the woman's face. Her face, which had just become rosy, turned a little pale again:

"Aunt Emery!"

"Who is this?"

"This is...her full name is Emery Capet..."

Now Jenkins understood. He also remembered that Sigrid's last name was that of the nun who picked her up in front of the church. So what was originally a not very polite drag was immediately turned into holding a corpse:

"She... passed away?"

Jenkins tried to sound normal.

"No, she lives very well in the church in Rhodes County, Chesland Kingdom. I go back to see her every year at the end of the year."

"It's okay. Dad's body also appeared just now, but isn't he alive and well? Maybe when we go out later, he will scold me loudly. This is not a real corpse, it is just used to test us in strange situations. of."

"Yes, I understand."

Although the sound was almost lost in the rain, Jenkins figured she would be fine this time. Compared with things that cannot be changed in the past, what has not happened in reality cannot affect the heart of a strong girl.

The corpse was placed on the pile of cobblestones, but before Jenkins even picked up the first cobblestone, the corpse reached out and grabbed Sigrid's wrist, and the old man's hoarse voice appeared in the rain:

"Sigrid, I will die one day."

The blonde girl looked at Jenkins helplessly.

"And you will one day stand in front of my grave and watch my coffin go into the pit. You will sprinkle a handful of earth on the coffin, offer a flower, and then watch me sleep forever in the pit. In the earth, will you cry?"

This malicious metaphor made Jenkins wonder if Sigrid was the owner of the sinful realm. After all, when the first two corpses appeared, the questions Jenkins was asked were not so difficult.

"Yes, I will cry for you."

"So, will you be reluctant to leave because of me, Sig (nickname)?"

"Yes, I will not give up."

"So, will you be sad about my death?"

"Yes, I will be sad."

"So, you resist my death."

"No, I don't resist."

The girl was calm and composed when she said this:

"The spirits of nature teach us that the process of death is part of nature."

She winked at Jenkins:

"Death is natural and an important weight to maintain balance. I will be sad because of your passing, but I will not resist death. I will die too, and everyone will die. It's okay. When death comes, as long as my loved ones can With you around, I guess it’s not something to be afraid of.”

The old man let go of his hand, and Jenkins noticed Sigrid let out a sigh of relief.

"Bury it."

She took the initiative to greet Jenkins, and even had a smile on her face:

"This time it's so simple. I think every natural believer and brave person can face this problem calmly."

Jenkins nodded, wanting to praise her for her wisdom and bravery, but he saw the other person looking behind Jenkins with a horrified expression on his face.

Thinking there was danger behind him, Jenkins turned around and wanted to punch out. But there was no one behind him, except for a woman slowly walking over to the dark edge far away from the shallows. It was a shabbily dressed woman with an ugly face and a baby in her arms.

And as she slowly walked towards the two of them, the phantom of a road actually appeared beside the originally raining stream. The woman stood on one side of the road, opposite a black fence door with golden decorations, which was a typical country church decoration style. It's just that the phantom is just a fence gate, so Jenkins can't tell which church it is.

The hesitant woman did not cross the road, but put the baby in her arms on the other side of the road and turned away, disappearing into the depths of darkness. No matter which church it was, she hated those who abandoned babies, so she was too afraid to get close. She just put the child on the other side of the road. Jenkins could understand the meaning, but could not understand this approach.

The disappearance of the woman did not make the phantom disappear. As the road merged more and more harmoniously with the strange environment, the heavy rain also soaked the road and the fence gate.

Jenkins looked at the baby on the roadside worriedly, wondering what was going on. At this moment, a familiar sound reappeared in the place where the woman disappeared. Looking into the heart-stopping darkness, what appeared was the two deer just now. Their bodies were badly rotted, and maggots mistook them for deer breeding in the ocean.

"this......"

The road was no longer a phantom, because the monster that appeared actually left footprints on the road. They paid no attention to the people in the light by the stream, but braved the rain to get close to the baby on the roadside. Perhaps sensing the danger, the baby in the package cried loudly, and the cry carried far away in the rain.

Jenkins frowned and then looked across the stream and asked the elf:

"What does it mean?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, you..."

He probably wanted to say that Jenkins shouldn't act rashly, at least that's what Jenkins thought he meant, but unexpectedly he suddenly changed his words:

"Here, you can do whatever you want without any restraint."

Sigrid passed by and ran towards the darker road, but Jenkins grabbed her right hand and yanked her back:

"What are you going to do with such a dangerous thing?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the cane that had just been inserted into the ground and flicked it violently. The water droplets flowing on the surface of the cane flew away like mist under the influence of force.

"Everything is natural."

He murmured softly as he walked. The air and even space around him seemed to be preventing him from moving forward that way. The sticky feeling was like there was a barrier of slime liquid in front of him, but Jenkins refused to take a step back. Watching the two monsters approaching the baby in the rain, he slowly let out a breath, and then gold and green intertwined. A brilliance appeared on his body, lighting up the front like a burning torch in this strange rainstorm.

Chapter 1782 Chapter 1754 The Fate of Ending

The dense air and rain, due to the appearance of the two-color light, could no longer stop Jenkins from moving forward. But even so, the effort required for each step is more difficult than climbing a mountain.

Fortunately, when Jenkins "squeezed" into the slightly illusory road with almost no strength, the resistance disappeared. It seemed that the force only prevented him from entering the road, rather than preventing him from moving along the road.

"What are you going to do?"

He yelled at the two-headed and four-legged monsters. The monsters' attention was drawn and they no longer moved towards the crying baby, but turned their heads to look at Jenkins.

Then they "dissolved" in the rain, but what appeared after falling on the road was not mincemeat, but a large group of wriggling white worms.

Those two monsters are basically made of worms.

Densely packed bugs scattered to the ground, and then crawled towards Jenkins at a frighteningly fast speed. Jenkins subconsciously wanted to retreat, but felt that his feet were fixed in place.

He didn't panic. He had already figured out what was going to happen when he was about to intervene. Although he could only use abilities related to nature in the miraculous realm, it didn't mean that he was helpless:

"All things are natural."

He said again, and then stretched out his hand to catch the falling raindrops:

"Water is the foundation of all things, water is nature."

He followed his own logic and felt the water flowing in his hands amid the golden and green brilliance around him, and then fell from his fingers:

"Ice is the condensation of water, so ice is also natural."

White cold air emerged from his hands, and the [Ice Condensation] that seemed to be unusable at first bloomed with light at this moment:

"Ningbing~"

He realized the rain around him, and the fingers of his right hand moved forward a little, just in time to touch the falling raindrops. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, the crackling sound spread everywhere, as if a huge white halo spread from Jenkins to the surroundings.

Frozen, everything was frozen. The water on the road turned into ice, and the squirming bugs turned into ice sculptures. Even the raindrops in the sky were completely still in the air, motionless under the extreme cold.

This is a bit like the performance in Loen last time, but that time it was the Snowman Legion's cooperation, and this time it was the power of the deception helping Jenkins. Once he is recognized as using the power of nature, Jenkins' ability in this strange situation will be greatly enhanced. Coupled with the inexplicable perception of this rain, the current result is achieved.