The Master of the Strange Realm

"Of course, if you can really dismantle them."

The metal puppets have already begun to clumsily flee to the row of chairs in the back again.

Perhaps to show the undead attributes represented by the puppets, the three black puppets all flew directly from the stage to the audience with increasingly gloomy background music.

Some black tentacles like wood whiskers grew on their wooden trunks, and the wood of the body took root and sprouted again in just a few seconds, making the already scary faces even more curious and creepy.

Although Jenkins had never seen the so-called "tree man", he was sure that the tree man would not look like this. This was more like a monster that the old witch in the horror story had not cultivated to eat children.

"Now it's clear."

He took out the holy sword of bones:

"The third strange realm is extremely rare, a strange realm that tests force."

Relatively speaking, strange realms tend to test wisdom and luck. When he first entered the strange realm, Mr. Barnard mentioned that generally speaking, strange realms that test force are more dangerous. It's not just because the ability in the strange realm can only be used once, but also because most of the enemies in the strange realm are not something that humans can deal with.

Jenkins has experienced double-digit strange realms in the past year, but he has never encountered one that can be dealt with purely by force. He thought his story had come to an end, but he didn't expect to encounter such a situation at the end.

Now that the ability can't be used more, he still has to consider the next six tests, so he didn't choose other ways, but used the bone holy sword to control the power of the undead and his own control over plants, trying to directly gain control of the three black puppets.

But it was completely useless. When the spirit touched them in the air, it immediately found that although it looked like wood eroded by the power of the undead, it was definitely not a puppet. Jenkins couldn't describe what he felt. He only knew that compared to the puppets that existed in substance, these three flying things were more like a certain concept of aggregation, without substance, but more real than substance.

Even at a certain moment, he actually saw the flying puppets as flying pages. He didn't know for the time being whether this was a flash of inspiration, but a simple illusion.

"So, the truth of this strange place won't be..."

He guessed a very scary possibility, but it couldn't be verified for the time being. He swung the sword forward with one hand, and with a crisp sound, the puppet flying in front was knocked away. But then the second puppet grabbed Jenkins' sword, and the third one quickly touched Jenkins' hand along the sword like a crawling spider.

"Oops~"

The black wood spikes pierced Jenkins' skin, and the toxin immediately penetrated the whole body along the blood vessels. Although the slight numbness lasted for less than a second and disappeared, it also meant that this toxin that was not a toxin was really useful to him.

"It's not a toxin, it's information."

In the brief paralysis, the puppet holding the white bone holy sword hit Jenkins' face, and the wooden body grew more branches, allowing the puppet to hug Jenkins' face.

More and more wooden spikes pierced Jenkins' skin, and the other two puppets did the same, one hugged Jenkins' right leg and kept hugging his left hand.

But after a brief silence, the three puppets screamed at the same time, even suppressing the music from behind the stage.

Fire, blazing fire burst out from Jenkins' pores, igniting the three puppets connected to him. They wanted to let go of Jenkins, but he grabbed them instead:

"Want to leave now?"

He pulled down the one holding his face and slammed it against the one in his right hand. The strange blue flames wrapped the three puppets, and no matter how they struggled, they could not escape the fate of being burned to ashes.

But Jenkins could feel that it was more like the flame burning the soul than the flame burning the wood. This puppet show was full of weirdness, and the puppets on the stage were not puppets. At this moment, he felt this more deeply.

His guess was verified bit by bit, and he probably guessed why the difference machine could not affect this place too much, but still regarded this strange place as part of the tower.

"Maybe this place is more terrifying than the previous two strange places combined..."

He thought in his heart, looking behind him. But he was not looking at the metal puppet, but at the darkness further away. In the darkness that represented nothingness, there was a small area of ​​black that was obviously different, and in the eyes of reality, that area was even more conspicuous, because it was the passage that Jenkins opened outside the tower to temporarily leave.

"It seems that fate still favors me, and the gap for the soul to temporarily leave is right here!"

In his thoughts, the three puppets all burned out, and the last scene finally began.

Section 2126 Chapter 2095 The Stage of Destiny

The stage changed, and the background painting of the last scene was very similar to the oil painting when the rules were explained at the beginning. They were all rows of seats extending diagonally upwards in the theater, but the difference was that there were only Jenkins and the metal puppet in the real theater, while the painting was full of puppets in various costumes.

The girl puppet and the coachman sat in the carriage together. They did not move, but the background was changing, which represented the transformation of space. When the oil painting completely fell and covered the one in front of it, the girl puppet jumped off the carriage, came to the center of the stage, and began to sing with the background music.

Jenkins was extremely nervous at this time. Although what happened in the third act was a little more troublesome, it was still within his control. In the final scene, something absolutely happens that requires him to show his strength. Even if you don’t know what will happen, you can guess that it won’t be easy.

The puppets came to the center of the stage and sang:

"Finally here, the magic is about to begin..."

It is still a lyric that expresses one's happy mood and praises one's beauty. I have to admit that even though the voice is weird, the singing skills are really great. In fact, this strange situation might be easier if Hathaway was present. Even in the weird situations of martial arts, there are ways to solve them in other ways, and this way must be in singing. Unfortunately, Jenkins is really not good at singing.

"Oh~Magic, my dear Magic~"

The singing continues. In addition to her words of praise, there are also some delicate girlish voices, such as longing for recognition from others, such as falling in love with the young postman who passes by the window every day.

The first few sentences are quite normal and belong to the small thoughts that ordinary girls have. But then it became a little scary:

"The moonlit night comes into my dream, and famous teachers teach their disciples. Dear teacher, I will follow your instructions to become the most beautiful star and write the most gorgeous myth. Even if I sacrifice for this, it is just my tuition. .....”

These lines did not match the background music at all, and the meaning revealed seemed to vaguely name the truth behind this puppet show. But before Jenkins had time to think, he heard the music stop and the narration begin:

"Yes, I need an assistant."

A gong-like instrument struck behind the stage.

"Mr. Mirror, why don't you do it?"

The girl puppet looked at Jenkins off the stage. The lights changed in an instant. The original warm yellow light on the stage disappeared and was replaced by a cold white light between white and blue.

The music started again, as if it was urging the heart to beat faster.

"I couldn't get involved because I couldn't move."

he said to the stage.

"It doesn't matter, my magic is omnipotent."

So, without any expectation, Jenkins, who was sitting there, fell directly into the black hole that suddenly appeared under the seat. Then with a loud bang, he fell from the sky onto the stage.

He got up from the stage and looked at the puppet, and the puppet looked up at him. Cold sweat slid down his forehead to his neck. Jenkins thought that there might be a lot of outrageous things in the last scene, but he never thought that such a thing would happen.

It's not that I didn't expect that I would suddenly enter the stage, but I didn't expect that this puppet, which has always been strange, actually has the power of the beast of disaster.

In other words, the thing in front of me is exactly the same danger as the mechanical worm and the abyss in the air in the first two strange realms.

Jenkins could confirm that the power of the Difference Engine had not penetrated too much into this third treacherous realm, and he was also convinced that it was not the Difference Engine that threw the power of the Disaster Beast into this place. Therefore, the unconfirmed guess he had just now seemed to have come true.

The reason why the Difference Engine cannot penetrate too much here, but still makes this place the third treacherous realm, is because there is something far more dangerous than the Difference Engine in the treacherous realm.

"Because this place itself is home to..."

He froze in place, not daring to move, watching the girl puppet caressing his arms:

"Mr. Mirror, you are truly my treasure."

The puppet said in vain, and the desire and greed in his voice were definitely not disguised:

"How wonderful it would be if I could keep you by my side forever."

Jenkins was afraid to speak, so he remained silent and tried to resist the urge to stay away. The puppet continued:

"Mr. Mirror, let's perform magic together."

She didn't give Jenkins a chance to discuss. She took a step back, and the wooden box fell from the sky and covered Jenkins. The four sides of the wooden box are not completely closed, but like a fence, are simply made of wooden slats. This makes the wooden box resemble a small prison, and Jenkins in the "prison" can theoretically destroy the wooden box and escape.

But it was only theoretically possible. After the wooden box enveloped him, he was completely unable to move in a real sense. You know, even if time is frozen now, it cannot completely freeze his actions, and in this strange situation, just a wooden box imprisoned him. He could think of only one possibility, such a powerful existence, and there was only one person who could appear in this way.

Among the seventeen beasts of disaster, only one is likely to appear like this and have such power.

"This is my first show and it will be my last."

The girl puppet chanted, and while Jenkins was thinking, a long sword appeared in the puppet's hand.

Anyone who takes one look at that sword can associate the sword with the word "ancient". It looks ordinary and does not have many decorative patterns. Whether it is the hilt or the blade, it is just for use. Rather than showing off one's own existence. But it was such a sword that made Jenkins feel the danger:

"This is going to be bad."

He thought in his mind, calling out the light spot of his ability. Although the body cannot move, not all abilities require physical movement to be used.

"My Magic: Escape Magic."

The girl puppet declared, and then pointed the terrible weapon at Jenkins with a very skillful sword-holding posture. Without any explanation, the sword passed through the gap between the wooden bars and stabbed Jenkins, who was imprisoned inside:

"read......"

I wanted to use my writing to temporarily draw something, not to try to stop the sword, but to try to deflect the wooden box with the falling weight to avoid the blow. But before this ability was fully activated, he realized that this would never work. No matter how he avoided it, this sword would definitely hit his heart, because this was the fate of this sword.

"destiny!"

He shouted in his heart. Although his body was imprisoned, the purple color in his eyes suddenly flashed. At that almost fatal moment, on this stage, the sword that was destined to hit him had a complicated and mottled effect on his own fate.

So, he looked at "destiny" with his eyes again.

And so, the wheel of fortune turned.

Chapter 2127 Chapter 2096 Temporary Detachment

The world becomes completely different in my eyes, time and space have no meaning, only colored lines seem to connect everything.

Everything is caught in a trap, but if you want to resist, there are new lines that provide the possibility of resistance. Destiny was not completely written at the moment of creation, but destiny did have its outline at that moment.

He saw his destiny, and he understood the meaning of the lines in front of him more deeply than he did half a year ago. In fact, destiny does not need to be understood, what is needed is feeling. And in this brief moment, he relied on "feeling" to understand what he needed to do at the moment.

Colorful light bloomed, and the chain ability in front of him was activated. Those light spots that were originally thought to have failed, once again bloomed in front of his eyes.

[Stage of Destiny] is a passive ability. Theoretically, it will always work as long as Jenkins is alive. Therefore, Jenkins seldom pays attention to this ability because he does not need to operate it. This ability is in effect every time he exhales.

But after looking at destiny again, he discovered a new way to use the [Destiny Stage], or in other words, he added new power to the [Destiny Stage].

"At this moment - I am the protagonist!"

The passive ability is converted into an active ability. At the moment of activation, it seems that the world was born for Jenkins. Even though he was completely unable to move, he actually understood that he could control everything. This was the feeling of being close to God. He even said that at this moment, he believed that even without divinity, for this brief moment, he was God.

The sword pierced the cage, and the spiritual power condensed in Jenkins' eyes turned into telekinesis, and he collided with the sword forcefully. The powerful force that burst out caused the wooden box that was not fixed on the floor to fly directly.

Following the trajectory of fate, it flew Jenkins to the edge of the treacherous environment behind the theater, and hit the only opening that allowed Jenkins to temporarily escape.

With a bang, the falling wooden box disintegrated, and Jenkins fell to the ground.

The stage went still, and the magician girl puppet came to a standstill. Under the stage, the metal puppet sitting next to Jenkins' chair stood up, came to the back of the theater, and looked at the soulless body:

"Interesting enough, it's enough to create a new myth."

It said, more than ever, like a metal puppet manipulated by strings. Pulling Jenkins' body, he put him back to his original seat. Then he snapped his fingers towards the stage, and the blood-red curtains on both sides slowly closed, restoring the place to how it was when Jenkins first arrived.

"The puppet show "Magic Girl" has come to an end."

(Chocolate Run...)

With the cat on her head, Hathaway stood in front of the window and looked out. Contrary to what she thought, there was really no rumors about Jenkins at all. She didn't even hear a single discussion about it.

While I admire the church's ability to control the dissemination of information, I am also worried about what is happening to Jenkins at this moment.

Outside the window is the church courtyard, which is illuminated by some kerosene lamps. Hathaway saw the Giver team gathering, and it seemed that there was a new problem in the city.

After Jenkins entered the tower, not only Nolan, but also bad news of all sizes came from all over the world, such as riots of strange creatures, monsters in the fog, and even strange natural phenomena that could not be explained at all. The church has not stopped since Jenkins left. People can only think about what the savior is doing while fighting and running.

She was standing here waiting for Alexia to come back. Although she didn't want to admit it, Hathaway also recognized it at this moment. When Jenkins was temporarily absent, Alexia and she were the backbone of the family. But because her power is not comparable to Alexia's, it is better for Alexia to be present in some situations.

"It's useless to stand there and wait. It's better to sit down."

said Miss Bernreit behind her.

Because the church has made it clear that Hathaway is Miss Lark, Hathaway doesn't have to worry about other things. Now with Hathaway are Miss Burnett and "the composer of the score" Miss Brilee Harms. As for Britney, she was too nervous and was called to a meeting by Jessica. I'm probably looking at documents with Jessica right now.

"Who do you think I'm waiting for?"

Hathaway asked.

"Of course His Majesty the King."

Miss Hams teased, Hathaway turned around:

"Of course not, I'm waiting for Alexia."

"That demigod?"

Miss Burnett asked while peeling melon seeds:

"Speaking of which, will you be nervous about living with that demigod lady in the future?"

"Why should I be nervous?"

Hathaway sneered:

"Am I afraid of her?"

Seeing that the other two still wanted to talk about their family affairs, the upset Hathaway decided to change the subject. She didn't want to satisfy the curiosity of her two friends now: