The Master of the Strange Realm

"Good evening."

"Good evening, I'm a little pressed for time, so I'll ask the question directly. Do you know the human legend of the Four Soul Kings?"

Star Spirit hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"Know something."

"The four souls of the four kings all need a process similar to awakening before they can function, right?"

"Yes."

The star spirit gave a direct answer, which shows that the ancient one in the starry sky is definitely much stronger than the red dragon.

Chapter 1840 Chapter 1811 Wandering Soul Suppression

"Then the souls of the four kings also need to be forged before they can be united together?"

Jenkins asked again, this was the information he got from the Silver Dragon.

"Of course, otherwise how could things with completely different forms of power be fused?"

Star Spirit answered again and continued to explain:

"The condensation of the souls of the four kings is a special ceremony similar to forging. It requires flames, hammers, stoves, and many conditions. This is a very complicated matter that cannot be explained in a short while."

"Then I'll come another day. I'm afraid I don't have time now."

Jenkins said this, and then asked:

"About the awakening of the four souls..."

"The holder of the King Soul must undergo a test and cannot accept help from outside forces. Ancient human wise men believed that only in this way can the qualifications for becoming a king be demonstrated. But it should be noted that this test occurs randomly and must be related to the nature of the King Soul. The probability of it happening is hard to say, it should be attributed to fate.”

Just like Dolores encountered dangerous events containing "ice" elements many times during the winter ice and snow festival accident, but this did not trigger the ritual related to the awakening of the king's soul. After Jenkins obtained the Dragon Soul, he also encountered a silver dragon, but nothing happened until that night when he unfortunately encountered a wandering spirit hunting a dragon.

"I probably understand, thank you for the information. But is it okay to tell me these things directly?"

Jenkins asked finally.

"You didn't ask me how to obtain the King's Soul, how it was conceived, and its current holder, so I can answer."

The star spirit said matter-of-factly.

Returning to the material world, because the conversation just now was very fast, it didn't waste a long time. During this period, the red dragon still stayed in the air. When Jenkins returned, he said:

"What happened tonight has nothing to do with me. I was accidentally targeted by a monster. The seventh wave of wandering souls will appear in a while. I think I still can't help you."

"It doesn't matter, I can probably handle it myself. You wait nearby, but when the church asks, you should know how to talk about what happened."

"Of course, I understand all of this."

Long replied wisely.

The snowflakes that had stopped while speaking began to fall from the sky again. At the location of the Ghost Cavalry Regiment that had just been taken away by Mr. Augustus, a larger and thicker cold mist appeared out of thin air and expanded rapidly.

The messy sound of horse hooves echoed in the night sky again, and the smell of rust and blood permeated the air, making people almost feel like their bodies were contaminated with an unclean smell.

There was no immediate charge, but slowly walking out from the depths of the cold mist was a fat giant riding a hill like a mammoth skeleton. He carried a black mace on his back, which looked about the same size as an ordinary tree trunk. The front of the huge helmet still looks like a skull, and there are decorations on both sides of the head that curve upwards like horns.

Behind the fat giant, 5 commander-level wandering spirits appeared with 23 captain-level wandering spirits, and countless ordinary ghost cavalry.

This number definitely exceeded the upper limit of 98. When they and their mounts appeared on the ice in the sky, it was like forming a terrifying black torrent under the night sky. Just the slow progress and the heavy footsteps of the skeleton horse's mount have a very powerful force that oppresses people's hearts.

The sound of an unknown horn came from afar. As the fat giant raised the mace, the wandering cavalrymen also raised their weapons with their right hands from front to back. The killing wind brought a chilling feeling, and the fire of grace floating on the surface of Jenkins's holy bone sword could not dispel the coldness brought by it.

The mammoth's skeleton stamped hard in the air, letting out a chilling roar as it charged forward. The ghost cavalry regiment hunting the dragon rushed towards Jenkins who was higher up like a tide. As the rotating sword light danced in the air, Jenkins, holding a sword in his right hand and a staff in his left, also launched a downward charge.

Of course, he had no chivalry spirit and dared to fight one against a hundred, so charging forward faster than him was the maniacally laughing black demonic figure. Along with the strange sound of beep beep~, the twin demons exploded inside the cavalry regiment. The demonic flames that can burn the soul have obvious damage to the wandering souls.

Then the rotating sword light swept through the air like a dancing saw. Even though the spell was stronger than the one used by the cavalry regiment just now to protect the entire team, the embers of the gift fire attached to the sword body still remained. It caused a lot of damage to them.

The closer he got to the charging wandering spirit, the more Jenkins could feel the stinging pain in his chest. The red slender flame representing the dragon soul was trembling in Jenkins' chest, thus affecting the flow of Jenkins' own soul.

When his sword came into contact with the fat giant's mace, the Dragon Soul swayed violently, as if it was about to go out. The sudden feeling of emptiness in his chest almost made Jenkins spit out blood, and at the same time, his right hand felt the huge power from the mace. The two superimposed on each other, and Jenkins flew off the unicorn's back, but fortunately he hooked the unicorn's neck in time to avoid being drowned by the cavalry torrent.

"Damn, these wandering souls seem to be able to suppress the Dragon Soul this time."

Jenkins cursed in his heart, he didn't think of this just now. But now he is deeply trapped in the charging wandering soul team, as if weapons are slashing at him from all directions.

The poor condition caused the hand wielding the holy sword to tremble a little, but fortunately the sword light swirling around him still gave Jenkins powerful protection.

The little beast suddenly chirped, and the pure white horn was infected with dark gold. The light swept around, temporarily allowing the wandering souls who kept charging forward to avoid Jenkins in the "middle of the road".

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jenkins, holding the holy sword, opened a path through the wandering soul cavalry under the light and charge of the unicorn.

But when the first confrontation ended briefly, when the wandering soul team stepped on the ice and snow in the air and turned around, Jenkins knew that if he continued such an air battle, he would probably have a hard time winning.

"Let's land."

He patted his mount, and the unicorn immediately turned around and rushed down. Jenkins didn't use the unicorn to get close to the ground, and jumped to the ground at a suitable distance. The ground was still a field, but it was not planted with rice. What it was, Jenkins couldn't tell clearly in the dark night.

He stood on the ground with both feet, and with the blessing of the Titan's power, he felt the endless power coming from the earth.

He took back his cane and held the sword with both hands. At the moment when the fat giant led the wandering souls to rush down, he used all his strength to swing the holy sword towards the sky.

Chapter 1841 Chapter 1812 "Dragon Roar"

The knights' charge from top to bottom should have been superior not only in momentum but also in strength, but Jenkins, who was standing on the ground, relied on the effect of [Titan Power] to withstand the blow of the fat giant's mace and almost knocked him off his mount.

But as a price, spider web-like cracks appeared in the soft soil under Jenkins' feet, and his shoes were almost worn through.

The fat giant did not stabilize his body and collided with his companions behind him. Jenkins, who was wearing an air bomb ring, took the opportunity to swing it towards the sky. The violent explosion of air made the momentum of the Wandering Soul charge abruptly interrupted in the middle, and then the white sword dance that swept across the ground almost destroyed the entire flank of the Wandering Soul Cavalry Regiment.

But before Jenkins could be happy, black fog fell from the sky, propping up the full body armor scattered on the ground, repairing the skeleton warhorses that were split in two, and the same number of wandering soul cavalrymen rose into the air again to join the team, as if Jenkins had just fired fireworks into the air and thrown a fruit knife.

"How come even resurrection has appeared?"

He complained loudly, and the demon phantom behind him rose into the sky again, forcing the wandering souls to fly high in the sky to avoid. Perhaps it was because he saw that Jenkins was standing on the ground and could definitely suppress the wandering soul cavalry in close combat, so the wandering souls did not continue to charge towards the ground.

The fat giant raised his mace high, like a combat priest in an ancient story, and the black aura on his body connected all his companions. The captain-level wandering soul took off his staff, and the wandering soul cavalry raised their right hands, making the black gauntlets seem to shine under the double moons.

"Are you bullying me because I don't have the ability to protect a shield?"

The inexplicable whisper spread from the air to the surroundings, and the black auras that connected them called for a terrible power together. When the huge white skull that appeared from the sky and fired bone spurs in all directions fell to the ground, Jenkins turned into a mouse on the spot and jumped into the farmland with his cat (note).

When the scarecrow pierced by the bone spurs finally couldn't hold on and fell down, he turned into a purple-gold light ball and returned to human form. While calling the twin demons to rush into the sky, he used [Reading] to draw clothes for himself.

"This won't work."

He saw that he really didn't seem to be the opponent, but he seemed a little unwilling to drink the potion that could only last for an hour. Thinking about the awakening of the dragon soul in his heart, he suddenly realized that from the beginning of the battle to now, the red flame seemed to have no reaction at all except being suppressed by the opponent.

"Does the awakening of the dragon soul require me to use the power of the dragon soul myself? But I don't have any power related to dragons at all."

If the bottle of low-concentration dragon blood obtained last fall had not been accidentally drunk by Chocolate, Jenkins might have similar abilities now. But there is no if in this world, only reality.

Reality forced Jenkins to think of more things. He looked up at the red dragon that was looking at him from high in the sky. I don’t know if it was the surge of spiritual power brought by the battle, but [Spirit Empathy] actually allowed Jenkins to contact the dragon at once:

“I need your blood.”

The red dragon didn’t ask why. While hovering over Jenkins’ head, it cut its skin and let the blood drip down in large drops. But it dripped while flying, so Jenkins was forced to keep moving to follow the direction of the dragon’s blood.

Although there is a legend in this world that dragon slayers bathe in dragon blood and thus have the power of dragons, in fact, dragon blood is an extremely powerful biological toxin for humans.

When defenseless humans bathe in dragon blood, the infectious blood will penetrate into their bodies, causing all kinds of strange limb changes and eventually leading to death. This is somewhat like the rejection reaction during organ transplantation. Therefore, if you want to use dragon blood, you must use a specific ritual, but Jenkins' body is not worried about being eroded by dragon blood, and now he has no time to arrange the ritual, so he can only try the current method.

The reality is that Jenkins, who was treated with dragon blood, did not feel any change in himself. Except for making Chocolate run away in disgust, he gained nothing.

Seeing that the wandering souls in the air were about to launch the next attack, Jenkins thought of actively stimulating the fiery red slender flame in his chest. He had done this before, but the flame did not accept his spirit. At that time, he thought it was because the four kings' souls did not gather together.

While looking up at the wandering souls running around his head in the sky, he slowly mobilized his own spirit to stimulate the dragon soul. There was a tingling sensation in his chest, but Jenkins endured it and did not end the mobilization of the spirit. This time the spirit was actually accepted.

The slender red flame continued to expand under the infusion of spirit. But the expansion process not only did not bring more power to Jenkins, but because the flame affected his heart, he felt dizzy.

The world in front of him had double images, and the dark night sky seemed to be filled with bizarre blocks of color. Jenkins heard roars in his ears, and they came from different directions.

But at this time, the wandering souls had launched a charge again. This time it was not a tide like a long river, but a 360-degree charge from the top of the head.

The white sword light rushed to the sky, but because Jenkins was dizzy at the moment, the sword light disappeared in a flash. Seeing that the wandering souls rushing from top to bottom were about to drown Jenkins, the cat hiding on the side sighed.

"Ahem~"

In the soft cough of the cat, a bright yellow bead was spit out by it. It exuded warm light, and the unicorn standing with the cat opened his eyes and looked at the bead curiously.

But this time, chocolate didn't need his help. Standing in the field and feeling the cold wind, Jenkins seemed to have returned to Blacktown again in a daze. To be more precise, he returned to the story of "The Legend of Dragon Slayer".

He looked up at the night sky, but what he saw were not the wandering souls that were roaring, but countless dragons. It seemed that the ground under his feet was not flat, but the silver dragon Anastasia.

"It feels like you are thinking about something very strange."

The ground under his feet spoke.

Jenkins lowered his head in surprise. Although he was not in good condition now, he knew that the dragons were illusions. In fact, he was still standing in the field facing the wandering souls.

"Are you real or fake?"

"Of course I'm real."

Anastasia said, and then reminded Jenkins:

"It's better to talk as soon as possible. Although this is a spiritual communication, the flow of time is not much slower than reality."

"What is the situation now?"

"The dragon soul forged by ancient humans is about to awaken, and it leads your spirit to contact the dragon. You are a human and an elf, and have nothing to do with dragons, so you must really have the power of a dragon to meet the inheritance conditions of the dragon soul as the original humans expected. Ancient humans chose to use rituals to obtain the power of dragons, but you don't have the time, and I suspect that your elf bloodline will not accept your use and will pollute the ability of the bloodline.

Therefore, the dragon soul can only lead you to spiritual changes. I am probably the dragon you are most familiar with, so your spirit will be drawn to establish a connection with me."

In fact, the red dragon is the most familiar to Jenkins, but Jenkins did not point this out.

"So what power do you need now? It's just spiritual communication. I can't give you material help. Now Sophia and I are in the open sea, and it's too late even if we want to rush over."

The silver dragon said.

"Any power is fine. I don't ask for it."

"That's good. Jenkins, relax and feel the power I give you. For thousands of years, I sometimes doubt whether I can still be called a silver dragon. But I am a silver dragon, and the power of the dragon will accompany me forever. Savior of the Eighteenth Century, please accept this power, and may you move forward in the wind."

The silver light filled the eyes, completely disrupting those bizarre illusions. This also revealed the hideous wandering soul cavalry behind the illusion.

Jenkins ignored them, but instead checked his body with some fear. Fortunately, no extra organs grew.

"Cough~"

He also coughed, but his voice was particularly hoarse compared to the soft voice of Chocolate, as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Cough~"

He coughed harder and even had to cover his lungs. Somewhat worriedly, he mobilized all the ability light points, but fortunately the only remaining bubble was not occupied (note).

Jenkins was a little surprised that the power given by Anastasia did not form a new blue alien ability, but he soon understood why.

The slender red flames jumping happily in his chest were continuously delivering vitality to every corner of his body.

"Cough cough~"

He coughed violently again, feeling something trying to rush out of his throat. But the silver dragon only gave him spiritual power, and his own human-elf bloodline did not give him the organs to use that power.

A flash of inspiration came to him, and he felt the strange feeling of wanting to vomit, and at the same time he activated [Ice Condensation]. The light spot immediately bloomed with colors, but this time it was not to manipulate the moisture in the air to condense, but to make Jenkins subconsciously open his mouth:

"Roar~"

Finally, he could no longer bear the strange feeling in his throat, and he roared uncontrollably towards the sky. An extremely cold white light column spurted out of his mouth, as if it was connected to the depths of the sky, and as his head moved, it drew a trace in the air that looked like a light curtain.

Even if the wandering souls also used the power of ice, under the effect of the dragon's roar, anyone who was touched by the beam of light even a little bit, the wandering soul and the mount would be frozen into ice and fall to the ground.

At the same time, even if they were not touched by the beam of light from the dragon's roar, just hearing the "dragon roar" issued by the human-elf hybrid, all enemies showed signs of slow movement, and could only recover slowly even after the dragon's roar ended.

"Cough cough~"

This time the cough was a normal sound.

PS: Note 1: The unicorn leaves to avoid the attack, and comes back again after the attack ends.

Note 2: There are two bubbles left after the Flowery Strange Realm ends, and one bubble remains after [Malicious Transformation].

Chapter 1842 Chapter 1813 Improper Invitation