The Master of the Strange Realm

"This is real."

Alexia replied, then poked Dolores on the forehead:

"You can let go, Jenkins said he will only use the Fear Aura twice."

The fall of the giant tree caused the white mist to rise and fall more violently. The black shadow of the giant dragon emerged from under the black mist again. This time it almost broke out of the white mist, but it seemed to be forced down by something.

The miserable roar seemed to indicate the damage suffered by the giant dragon, and then the unicorn rushed out of the white mist. This was also the first creature other than the tree to successfully rush out of the white mist since the battle began. But soon it rushed into the white mist again and never appeared again.

The blood-colored fountain sprayed into the sky from the east side of the venue. Because the height of the spray was so high, it almost drenched the people in the front row when it landed. It was easy to tell that this was genuine blood, but I didn’t know whose blood it was.

"Miss Fabry" a spirited scolding came from the white mist, followed by an echoing cold snort from Jenkins. The conversation between the two was intermittent, and it was impossible to hear what they were talking about. After the conversation disappeared, the fog suddenly shrank towards the center of the field, and after reaching a certain limit, it spread again like an explosion.

At the same time, three metal-like objects were thrown out of the white mist. Under people's gaze, three steam bombs exploded into sparks in the air, and the flying shrapnel scattered in all directions before being stopped.

Seeing this scene, Dolores could imagine Jenkins standing under the white mist, raising his head and throwing steam bombs upwards, so she asked softly:

"How did he carry the steam bomb with him?"

Steam bombs are not something you can stick in your pocket.

Chapter 2073 Chapter 2042 Bet

"Steam bomb? Oh, it was brought by Princess Sophia. The Silver Dragon used ancient alchemy methods to make its own dragon scales into a very special space item. It is considered an alchemy item."

Alexia said, and then she and Dolores saw Jenkins flying out of the white mist as if he had been punched away.

He pointed deep into the white mist in the air, and the vines immediately shot out of the mist into the sky, wrapped around his wrist, and then pulled him to the ground again.

The white sword light flashed and split the fog. After a sharp sound like someone scratching the glass with their fingernails, a moment of silence finally fell.

Dolores wanted to ask what was happening now, but was surprised to find that she could not make a sound.

"Most incantations require the chanting of incantations, so it is very effective to prevent the use of incantations by silencing them. However, skilled benefactors can often rely on gestures and mental power to omit the reciting of incantations. process, so this method is useless for high-level gifters."

Alexia's voice appeared directly in Dolores' mind. She nodded in confusion and watched the "fireworks show" below start again.

If you look at the sound and visual effects alone, the fight below is definitely quite intense. Although it did not completely destroy the space wall, at least people agreed that if this building had not spontaneously protected the people in the "auditorium", it would have definitely caused casualties long ago.

But as long as Dolores thinks about the reality of Jenkins standing there, constantly throwing all kinds of strange things into the air, occasionally touching the chocolate, and then saying a few words to Princess Sophia, she will feel this scene. very funny.

This was originally a duel that would determine the fate of the world, but Jenkins turned it into such a ridiculous scene. Dolores didn't know what to say. She just hoped that future history books and historical materials would not record the truth of what happened today, but just record what people saw.

Otherwise, people in the next century will really no longer believe even a single punctuation mark uttered by believers in lies.

The fight lasted for about an hour and ended abruptly when people were almost tired of watching the "sound and light effects".

The white mist finally dissipated, and Miss Fabry rested her hands on the white bone holy sword and knelt on the ground on one knee. Her hair was completely spread out and her forehead was covered with sweat, but her clothes surprisingly looked as smooth as if they had just been ironed.

Jenkins on the other side was a little embarrassed. He was lying on his side on the ground, his face turned downwards, and the large floor tiles under him were dented downwards, as if he had been hit by a giant's fist. Only half of the sleeves of the coat on the upper body were left, and the trousers seemed to have been burned by fire, and the white shirt turned into an earthy yellow.

The two legs are slightly bent, because of the side-lying posture, one on top and one on the bottom, and the body is curled up like a shrimp. Make a fist with your left hand and fold it upward to rest next to your head. Your right arm is pressed under your left arm, close to your knees that are bent due to the curling up action.

Chocolate was lying next to Jenkins' head, meowing as if trying to wake him up. The cat's black and white hair was also contaminated by dust, but Chocolate didn't notice it and rubbed Jenkins' hair to make him move.

"Oh~"

His right hand trembled for a moment, and then his body shook a few times, and finally he put his hand on the ground, allowing himself to sit up reluctantly.

Both Jenkins and Miss Fabry took a deep breath for a while. On the surface, of course, Jenkins looked more embarrassed, but now no one dares to say who won.

It took a while for Jenkins to pick up the cat and stand up in the sunken pit, but Miss Fabry was still kneeling there with her sword in hand.

"You should admit defeat. There is no point in continuing to fight. We don't have to decide whether to live or die."

Jenkins said, putting his hand that emitted green light on his heart, and his originally pale face immediately gained a little more color.

"William...Williamte, you...are not telling the truth."

Compared with Jenkins's very powerful voice, "Miss Fabry's" voice is not only intermittent, but also unusually weak:

"You have a secret, you're stronger than I thought."

"Everyone has secrets. Isn't that normal? Don't you have any secrets?"

He straightened his clothes, patted the hem a little, then pulled off the coat with only the sleeves remaining and threw it on the ground, standing there wearing the shirt with dust and holes everywhere.

Although the clothes were almost unwearable, his appearance was improved due to his elven blood, so he didn't look as embarrassed as he thought.

"Your secret... I really didn't expect it."

Miss Fabry suddenly covered her mouth, and people close to her side could see black-red blood sticking out from between her fingers.

"Admit defeat, I think I can help you heal. Although it may sound like boasting, I am probably the best healer in this era in the material world."

"No, William, we have sacrificed so much to get to the last step. Mr. Candle is dead, and the end is coming. We have planned for so long and waited for so long. How can I back down here?"

Miss Fabry finally stood up, but she did not mention the Holy Sword - she could not lift it either. The White Bone Holy Sword inherited certain characteristics of the Skeleton Sword. For example, only the owner can use it, otherwise the sword itself will suffer. Princess Sophia doesn't want to be cursed by the sword.

"What else do you want? Keep fighting? I'm pretty sure you will lose. It's meaningless."

Jenkins said seriously, patted the cat on his shoulder to stop it from moving, and then picked up the cane again:

"If you want to continue, I won't object, but you may die."

Miss Fabry smiled, her voice sad and mocking:

"So what? I admit that you are indeed very powerful. Even if you don't use the power of the Holy Son, I'm afraid even a demigod can't beat you... But this is good. This is how the savior should be. The power, I just don’t know if you understand what you are using... Come on, I think I have no problem... If you win, this sword is yours."

She lightly kicked the sword stuck on the ground:

"In order to neutralize the excessive undead power of the Skeleton Sword itself, we re-tempered it with the branches of the old World Tree, so you can probably use this gift. If you win, this sword will be yours. . Willamette, since you think you can win, let’s try it!”

Chapter 2074 Chapter 2043 The Only Savior

"Miss Fabry" did not lift her sword, but clenched her fists and rushed straight towards Jenkins, who then dropped his cane and rushed forward.

The moment she punched, Miss Fabry's fist seemed to be covered by a layer of liquefied mercury. The punch hit Jenkins's blocking arms, and Jenkins' right arm was immediately fractured.

This was no show, it was a real fracture, and Princess Sophia's strength was greater than anyone Jenkins had ever seen.

He counterattacked with his left fist, but Miss Fabry's right hand held her fist and made him unable to move. Then Fabry's left fist hit Jenkins' heart again. Jenkins grunted. Although he did not retreat, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"it's useless."

Green light appeared on Jenkins' arm, and the seeds hidden in the shirt sleeve sprouted and grew into vines, which wrapped around Miss Fabry's right arm through the clenched fist.

It was too late for the latter to retreat. Just like Jenkins transformed into a tentacle monster, dense vines emerged from his clothes. When Miss Fabry tried her best to block it, Jenkins, who was free, punched out, hitting Miss Fabry in the chest.

She flew backwards and even rolled twice before landing on the ground.

Of course Princess Sophia's beating was a real one, but Jenkins's beating was a fake one. Not to mention [Titan Power], he didn't even really get close to the opponent, and whether it was flying upside down or rolling twice, it was all performed by Princess Sophia herself.

"Look, you have no chance of winning."

He said while reconnecting his broken arm bones, staring at the woman who was slowly getting up:

"Don't worry, I don't want your sword. It can be considered a relic of Mr. Candle and the man in black robe. You can keep it yourself."

"Williamt, do you think you won?"

The solid ground suddenly undulated like a lake, and a huge black shadow appeared and wandered on the ground. This was the giant dragon that was seen in the white mist just now.

The dragon's shadow surrounded Miss Fabry, and when her feet left the ground, the shadow flew out from the ground. Silver scales appeared on the dragon's shadow, and gradually the silver dragon's appearance emerged.

If Jenkins saw it correctly, that was the true form of the Silver Dragon Lord. This is not an illusion, it is a real extraordinary ability. Although I don’t know what the specific effect will be, if it is a head-on collision, Jenkins can ensure that he is safe and sound, but it is difficult to say whether the people behind him will be safe and sound.

Miss Fabry raised her hands in the air, and the holy silver light enveloped her whole body. The silver dragon rose as she rose, and while spiraling upward, its size became smaller and smaller. Finally, it was completely integrated into the silver light of Miss Fabry's raised hands.

Energy and spirit gathered between Miss Fabry's palms, and the light was so strong that people could not even look directly at her palms. She slowly moved the palm down, and finally pointed it at Jenkins.

The silver light instantly lit up the entire floating building again like a giant gas lamp. The energy beam bombarded Jenkins. Even if Jenkins was vaporized as a result, people would not be surprised.

But he didn't panic. Instead, he took out a silver table knife from somewhere and swung it forward:

"Sword dance·whirlwind."

Of course, this is what he said in his heart. The silver sword light split the bright silver energy beam straight. Behind the energy beam, Miss Fabry "subconsciously" tilted her head to the right, so the sword light only cut off a bunch of her hair. .

The knife flew backwards, and the people who reacted in time immediately lowered their heads, so the knife was just nailed to the wall, and could not help but buzz and tremble due to the huge force.

When Miss Fabry fell from the sky, the energy and spirit scattered in the silver beam of light had been blocked by the barriers around the venue.

She stood on the ground and looked at Jenkins across the way with some loneliness. Jenkins asked again:

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

"You are indeed not simple. No intelligence has ever shown that you still have such ability."

Because there are many such abilities, Jenkins is not worried that [Sword Dance·Spin] will make him associate with believers of lies. On the contrary, it is more beneficial to the integrity of his overall personality to gradually let the church know that he has concealed some "harmless" secrets.

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

Jenkins repeated again, wanting to put his hands in his pockets, but then he remembered that he only had a shirt on his upper body, and the shirt had no side pockets.

"No need..."

She sighed and turned around to look at the sword stuck on the ground with nostalgia. Turning around again——

"I admit defeat, you win."

The woman said simply, looking up at Jenkins as if she wanted to speak, but in the end she just bit her lip and said nothing. She turned around the sword and walked out of the venue, her long hair swaying, leaving an impressive trajectory in the air.

The scene was completely silent, and people didn't expect it to end like this.

Jenkins also stood there and stared at Miss Fabry's back in a daze. After she really left the venue below and walked up the steps to the seat above, he took a few steps forward as if waking up from a dream, thinking Pick up the sword left by the opponent.

But he stopped after taking a few steps, with an expression on his face as if he had discovered something surprising, and he stretched his head slightly forward to look at the sword.

Thousands of light balls floating under the completely transparent ceiling reflected the light on the sword. Jenkins stretched out his right hand and made a move forward. The sword flew out automatically and was held by him with a whooshing sound.

He lowered his head to look at the weapon in his hand, then raised his head to look upward, turned 360 degrees, and looked at all the people above.

Jenkins raised the sword high:

"I think I won."

His voice echoed throughout the arena, and the next words he spoke were louder than the previous words:

"I think I am the only savior of the eighteenth century."

The priesthood of lies leaps in the soul, but this is not enough to birth divinity. However, this wonderful "performance" brought about a more profound change in the priesthood, which is a value that no divinity can match.

(Chocolate Run...)

This is probably the smoothest thing that Jenkins has handled recently. When he said those words, it was 9:13 in the morning, which means that after his differential machine admitted that he wanted to be promoted to the beast of disaster, It only took him less than four hours to become a savior recognized by the world through reasonable and legal means.

The racial beliefs required by the [Uncrowned King] are obtained through this identity. However, because the speed of message transmission was limited, he was not able to obtain the ability at that moment, but he thought it would be almost the same around the evening of this day.

Although the fight was an act, Jenkins was too tired, so he did not continue to participate in the negotiations to discuss the minutiae. Instead, I asked for a room, took a hot bath comfortably, changed into new clothes, and then started today's activities again.

Although he really wanted to sleep in bed, it was not far from midnight and he didn't have much time to waste.

The first and most important thing is the Holy Bone Sword left to him by "Miss Fabry". This is a genuine and powerful gift. It has also been confirmed by the church to be a modified product of the mysterious [Skeleton Sword of the Dead]. Although it seems to be a "kind-hearted" gift from Miss Fabry, in the past two days, whether it is the "mass death" of the lie believers or today's duel, it is a bit inexplicable. For the sake of safety, the church has hidden it from Miss Fabry. The sword was thoroughly examined with Jenkins.

Of course, there is no problem with the Holy Bone Sword. As the only owner since it was reborn, Jenkins is quite confident of this. But he still had to waste nearly an hour to conduct a simple inspection of the sword with the church. This is just a preliminary inspection. If there is not enough time, the church even wants to temporarily send the sword to Beldiran, where the inspection conditions are better.

As the former keeper of the church, Daddy is of course the main force of this inspection. He conducted many tests from the perspectives of the sword itself having a curse on the user, leaving behind soul fragments, etc., and finally returned it to Jenkins with regret on his face:

"Well, I think this sword is indeed fine."

While speaking, he took off the special gloves. Daddy is not the owner of the sword, and he will be cursed if he touches it rashly.

"You look disappointed?"

Jenkins asked, and Mr. Gilbert explained:

"Mr. Oliver probably thinks that if there is no problem with the inspection this time, it means that Miss Fabri has a bigger conspiracy."

"So, is it possible that the believers of lies have no conspiracy at all?"

Jenkins tried to ask.

So far, the "historical mission" of the believers of lies has been completed and they can exit perfectly.

"Oh, don't be silly, Jenkins."

Dad shook his head and said.

"One more thing..."