The Master of the Strange Realm

He desperately recalled in his heart, and at the same time, the panting dragon's yellow-brown single eye also stared at Jenkins.

The moment the two looked at each other, the surrounding time and space changed again. The breath of nature moved away from this place, and the plants in the mud withered in large areas, leaving only some terrible dead branches standing in the mud. The blood in the mud did not disappear, and there were some brown and black things with a foul smell.

It seemed that this area "rotted" in an instant, leaving only Jenkins and the black dragon unchanged.

"Maybe the enemy is a skilled illusionist, and the dragon is just an illusion. After all, using the black dragon as an opponent is really a bit exaggerated."

Jenkins comforted himself in his heart, and then asked:

"Do you know what the situation is now?"

"Yes, of course I know."

The black dragon used the Elvish language, and obviously saw Jenkins's bloodline. When it spoke, Jenkins also confirmed that this was really a real entity, not an illusion.

This was very troublesome. Even though the opponent was judged by the red door frame to be as strong as the three-headed golem because of his injury, the pure-blooded dragon's resistance to spells was terrifyingly high, unlike the golem, which had obvious weaknesses.

Although the sword in Jenkins's hand could cut through the opponent's hard dragon skin, it was still difficult to get close to him.

Both the man and the dragon stared at each other. Jenkins held his breath, and the black dragon also held his breath. The dragon's neck swelled slightly because of holding its breath, as if a ball of increasing volume was stuck in its neck.

Jenkins was quite familiar with this scene. He had seen this scene countless times in the history of dragon melees in Black Town.

The next second, black flames spewed out of the black dragon's mouth. The flames were like a sea of ​​fire, and as the dragon turned its head, they sprayed from left to right.

Jenkins knew that such a range attack could not be avoided, so he simply stood still and slashed forward with a sword. It was unknown whether he was too powerful now or the black dragon was really seriously injured. The shining sword light actually split the spewing of black flames and even injured the dragon head, adding another scar on its face.

Not only Jenkins did not expect it, but the black dragon did not expect it either. The two sides resumed their previous staring at each other again. Jenkins was thinking of striking back, but he didn't know what the black dragon was thinking.

But fortunately, this dragon couldn't fly for the time being, otherwise Jenkins would not be able to win the air battle sitting on a high stool. Seeing that the one-eyed black dragon was about to compete with him for who had a longer life, Jenkins stopped waiting and took a step forward with his sword.

"Your sword is too powerful. This is unfair, half-elf, you are damaging the noble honor of the elves."

The black dragon protested loudly.

"Sorry, I'm not an elf, and I have never been among the elves."

Jenkins answered casually, his spirit was tense, ready to meet the dragon's counterattack at any time. But the black dragon did not do so. Instead, it asked:

"Hmm? In your era, did the elves not recognize the identity of half-elves?"

"No, in my era, there are no elves in the material world."

He took another step forward, and the black dragon's body trembled, but still did not fight back, as if it had given up defense.

"No elves? This is a boring world."

"Not only are there no elves, but there are no dragons either."

"Then what is left in the material world?"

It asked again, and Jenkins moved forward again.

"Only humans are left."

He waved his hand forward suddenly, and the air bomb ring on his finger immediately detonated the air between Jenkins and the black dragon. The gushing airflow and the extremely strong air pressure changes caused by the explosion filled the surroundings with water mist.

In the water mist, Jenkins fell from the sky and stabbed the black dragon's head with a sword in both hands.

The dragon slowly raised its neck, and as the swelling of its neck moved to its mouth, it opened its mouth and sprayed the scorching black dragon breath into the sky. This time the intensity was obviously stronger than the previous attack. It was actively showing weakness just now, trying to lure Jenkins closer.

But the sword in Jenkins's hand still split the spewing of black flames. The coat on his body protected Jenkins from the continuous damage of the dragon's breath, and the sword that penetrated the spewing, chopped the dragon's head firmly.

The blade pierced the dragon's skin, and the bright red blood spurted out like a fountain, making Jenkins almost think that there might be a large artery on the face of the dragon. Although this was not a fatal injury, Jenkins was slapped back to the ground by the black dragon's claws like a fly before he could continue to stab. But the undead curse attached to the sword has taken effect at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact, Jenkins' strength is weaker than that of the injured black dragon. The seedling of the world tree is only growing. He has not had time for him to dig deep into the natural power, and he can't raise his hand, thunder, stomp his feet, and shake the earth. Therefore, he has the upper hand at this moment, purely because of the powerful weapon in his hand.

Thinking back to the time when Skru Pompeii relied on the skeleton sword, he repeatedly escaped from the hands of the church demigod and Jenkins, and he also relied on the power of the sword.

So Jenkins, knowing where his advantage lies, gave up the idea of ​​killing with one blow. After successfully hitting the dragon's head once, he moved steadily around the dragon, taking the opportunity to inflict another wound on the dragon from time to time, making the curse of the undead more intense.

The black dragon could not move, which was the most serious problem after it was injured. His claws, dragon breath, and even spells were almost unaffected by the injury, but the inability to move greatly reduced its threat to Jenkins.

Of course, Black Dragon would not know the origin of the sword in Jenkins' hand, but this did not prevent him from understanding Jenkins' plan after adding a few wounds to his body:

"Half-elf, you are so mean!"

Even a pure-blooded black dragon cannot withstand the cursed power of the Holy Bone Sword.

Of course Jenkins knew that it was despicable to do so, so he didn't answer the black dragon's words at all.

"Without that weapon, you are nothing."

The dragon continued to roar, actually trying to distract Jenkins, but Jenkins still ignored it.

"One day, when you throw away the weapon in your hand, you will understand how much power you have left without that sword."

It continued, and then sprayed a sea of ​​black fire in front of it again.

It was only today that Jenkins learned that the color "bright black" really existed, but the dragon's breath, which was supposed to be the most troublesome, was completely ineffective against Jenkins. Anastasia's dragon breath may be able to defeat Jenkins head-on if he is fully prepared, but the injured black dragon is obviously a bit weak.

Such a long-term continuous battle releases the power existing in the body step by step. This made the value of the battle greater than imagined. After the World Tree grew up, it happened to encounter this strange situation where it was able to adapt to and use power step by step. From this perspective, Jenkins' luck is really good.

Chapter 2160 The Severed Holy Sword

There were no other incidents during the remainder of the duel. Relying on the powerful weapons in his hands, he constantly adds undead curses to the black dragon. The dragon's curse resistance effect is almost ineffective against the sword's curse.

Therefore, when Jenkins landed from the air again and almost split the bloody black dragon's claws, the black dragon's raised upper body finally crashed to the ground.

Judging from the previous performance, this dragon was quite cunning, so Jenkins was afraid that it was cheating to death and did not approach rashly. It wasn't until the dragon's corpse turned into a bright red line of fire, forming the door frame, that he tiredly picked up his sword and left the muddy ground.

Returning to the dry furnace, he immediately sat down on the ground. This was not an act, he was really tired. It took him several breaths to recover.

When he stood up with his sword in hand, he was still thinking that what the dragon just said was right. Outside of the treacherous realm, he had many methods, but within the treacherous realm, Jenkins relied more on the power of the Holy Bone Sword.

If he throws away the Holy Bone Sword, although his combat effectiveness will not be reduced by half, it will definitely not be so easy when facing difficult enemies such as black dragons.

Flames continued to pour out from the door frame behind him, adding more light to the furnace. Now even if he is not close to that side, Jenkins can feel the dry and warm air coming. The flames lit up, dispersing more of the surrounding darkness. Even the man in hunting attire leaned over to check the situation inside the gate:

"Very good. I didn't expect you to defeat another opponent so easily. Don't you want to hear about the new uses of this furnace?"

"What else can it be used for?"

Jenkins asked as he climbed to his feet.

"There are enough flames now, enough to use this fire to cast some special props or weapons."

In other words, firelight can now be consumed to directly form things like numbered items.

"Is there any choice? Or can you follow my request?"

Although he didn't want to consume the hard-won fire, he was still curious.

"It cannot be customized privately. There are three props available. The fire snake, the tempered sword, and the fire of battle. The first one is an elemental life-like item that can be attached to the surface of your body in the form of a tattoo to provide you with it during battle. Help; the second piece is a long sword. Because of the special forging skills and materials, it will have an igniting effect when hitting any target, and can be regarded as a permanent heat source; the third piece is simply a flame, which can It resides in your body, continuously improves your physical fitness, and provides you with combat experience in your sleep.”

They all sound like pretty good things. If it were an ordinary puzzle, Jenkins would even choose "I want them all." But this adventure was special, and he could only regretfully reject all options.

Next, as long as you defeat one second-difficulty enemy and one highest-difficulty enemy, you can successfully pass this tricky situation. Although he has gone through a series of battles, he has to admit that the danger level of this strange situation is not very high. After all, you don't need to think about the traps of the treacherous realm itself, you only need to defeat the enemies you encounter, which is a good thing that has never happened before.

"But the beast of disaster..."

He was sure that the opponent was within the most difficult door frame, but he still couldn't guess which one it would be.

"Forget it, let's defeat the next enemy first."

So he picked up the sword in his hand, used the compass to calibrate the position and selected his opponent again, and then stepped into the door frame.

He didn't see that after he stepped into the door frame, the fingers on the stone side of the man leaning against the furnace trembled abnormally.

As soon as my footsteps hit the ground, I felt the hot air coming over me. Surrounded by the cliffs of the underground abyss, you step on an abrupt stone bridge in the abyss. Looking behind you are the underground ruins and buildings hidden in the darkness. Looking forward, you can see that the narrow stone bridge is covered with corpses, and the stone bridge The front is a fiery red.

The firelight illuminated Jenkins' face, and the blazing heat almost set his hair on fire. It was almost hotter than the furnace at its peak.

The stone bridge far ahead has been broken and is not connected to the other end of the abyss. On the broken bridge, a huge human figure stands. It is covered with wandering shadows, and the blazing flames at its core outline the figure of a violent demon. Its brown eyes are burning, and its mane is steaming as the fire burns.

The arms are long and powerful, and there are short wings on the back. The arms were hidden in the flames around them, as if there were only two, but there seemed to be thousands of them.

Jenkins could only see the opponent's weapons. On the left was a scorching and shining flame whip, and on the right was a long sword whose exact shape was unclear.

Both weapons fit the user's body shape very well, so they were quite astonishingly long. To Jenkins, it was like the other was holding a big tree.

He took a deep breath, and the pain caused by the hot air hurting his throat made Jenkins confirm that this was not a dream. This is the devil in the flames and shadows. It is a monster that exists in ancient legends and exists in the mouth of the ancient hero who gave Jenkins [hero] power:

"Oh, ancient Balrog!"

This is not even the power of the Disaster Beast, but the genuine ancient Balrog. In an era before the eleventh century, a catastrophe of demon invasion broke out in the material world. At that time, various races in the material world gathered together to fight against the demon army. Even among the demon legions at that time, Balrog was a combat officer whose status and power were almost at the top.

Although it is difficult to say who is stronger than the Balrog or the pure-blood dragon, most people would rather face the dragon than the Balrog when choosing an opponent between the two.

Dragons are intelligent creatures with reason, but Balrogs are monsters full of chaos, killing and destruction.

Jenkins never imagined that he would actually become an opponent with an ancient Balrog. And unlike the black dragon just now, the Balrog in front of him didn't seem to be injured:

"The black dragon just now is really an enemy of the same difficulty as the Balrog? Did I enter the wrong door?"

Jenkins took a step forward to take a closer look at his opponent. Unexpectedly, with just this step, the surrounding environment changed. The stone bridge under his feet still looked the same, but the corpses around him had turned into white bones, showing Jenkins the power of the passage of time.

The fire light hit his face, and the harsh roar echoed in the abyss, making Jenkins couldn't help but tremble. Balrog didn't talk nonsense at all. The big sword in his right hand struck at Jenkins. Jenkins could only face him with his sword.

The rumbling explosion was like thunder exploding in the abyss.

The two swords collided, and the stone bridge beneath Jenkins' feet shook violently. The White Bone Holy Sword immediately broke into two pieces, and the upper half spun around behind Jenkins, diagonally inserted into the stone bridge deck and vibrating.

Jenkins looked at the sword with half left in his hand dumbfounded, and then saw that Balrog took back his weapon instead of pursuing the victory. The fire on the sword in Balrog's right hand gradually extinguished, allowing him to see the true face of the weapon Balrog used:

"B-01-1-0006 [The Eternal Fire Sword of Sin]!"

After visiting the old elf before entering the nine-story tower, Jenkins encountered the last member of the Craftsmen Guild. The other party not only told Jenkins that the Difference Engine and the Treehouse teamed up to wipe out the last rites used by the Craftsmen Association, but also told Jenkins the Difference Engine's method of dealing with Jenkins (Chapter 2051).

The most important item among them is B-01-1-0006 [The Eternal Fire Sword of Sin] that Treehouse found from the active volcano crater outside the sea. Under the premise of only evaluating the sword itself and not the additional power of the sword, this is the highest-rated sword ever given by the Zhengshen Church. It has the ability to cut off all other swords.

The old man from the craftsmen's guild reminded Jenkins to be careful of the spiral sword that looked like two strands of metal twisted together, and Jenkins never forgot his reminder.

But he always remembered and failed to guard against it. The Holy Bone Sword, which had been with Jenkins for a long time and the most powerful weapon that helped Jenkins defeat countless enemies, was actually broken like this.

The huge spiral sword in Balrog's hand was wrapped in firelight. The sword itself was burning red, but there were also traces of white ash attached to it. Sparks burst out, and just the action of sheathing the sword seemed to be able to split the entire abyss.

In the hands of Balrog, the power this sword can exert is by no means as simple as 1+1.

The only good news now is that the broken stone bridge under your feet is very strong. Even if it withstands the full blow of Balrog, it only trembles.

Jenkins doesn't have to worry about falling into the abyss mid-fight and turning into a dogfight on a chair, but good news can't make up for the bad news. Just as Jenkins thought before entering this door, without the Holy Bone Sword, his combat ability has dropped a lot.

The roar of the Balrog almost tore the eardrums. After retracting the spiral sword, the huge monster raised a fire whip with its left hand. The fire whip whipped and spun in the air, leaving a dazzling flame that lingered for a long time. Then the whip whipped violently towards the bridge deck and towards Jenkins on the broken bridge.

It was as if a sea of ​​fire was drawn in the air. Just the wind pressure when the fire whip fell in the air had already turned the surviving bones around Jenkins into powder.

There was no weapon in his hand, and Jenkins didn't want to gamble on whether his cane could withstand the whip. So he raised his arms in front of his head, moved his right leg forward and his left leg back, lowered his waist slightly, and forcefully made his arm touch the Balrog's fire whip.

Amid the explosion that almost shook the entire abyss, Jenkins remained motionless on the bridge, letting the bridge deck catch fire. As the whip was retracted and dancing in the air, he remained motionless in his previous movements. Although the clothes on his hands were not damaged, the arms in the clothes were so red and swollen that they almost burst the sleeves.

Not only that, half of the bones in his body cracked due to the huge pressure when he received the whip just now.

When the force of the whip was completely retracted, he was forced to maintain the previous action without daring to move. After a few seconds, he took a panicked step back. By now, the bones had almost healed.

Looking up, he saw the spiral sword striking at him again. At the same time, the Balrog opened its mouth, and the terrifying purple-red flames immediately poured towards Jenkins' head.

Chapter 2161 Jenkins VS Ancient Balrog

Jenkins took a deep breath on the stone bridge of the abyss. He was not yet at the end of his rope. Without the Bone Holy Sword, he himself was the most powerful weapon. As a sapling of the World Tree, he knew the terrifying power he contained.

"ha!"

Without any hesitation, he faced the falling red spiral sword. The explosion of physical power in a real sense made Jenkins look like he had grown taller out of thin air. But at least there was no terrifying figure with bulging muscles. He didn't pay attention to the terrifying flames spewed out by the Balrog. Instead, he raised his hands and clamped them hard——

Boom~

The terrifying flames on the Eternal Fire Sword of Sin and the demonic flames spouted by the Balrog covered the bridge deck, constantly washing away the broken bridge. But on the bridge, Jenkins stood still, with his hands raised, and the spiral sword was resisted by him.

"Um?"

Balrog stopped his violent laughter, looked at the ant-like human under the sword, and immediately understood what was happening.

Jenkins could not determine the era at this time, but it was actually the 10th era, and the ancient Balrog was born in an earlier era and inherited older knowledge.

None of Jenkins' previous opponents really recognized him for what he was, but Balrog did:

"world Tree!"

The sword was retracted, Balrog opened his arms, and the purple-red magic flame erupted completely covering the abyss. Roaring roars and explosive violent spirits swept through everything around him, and the Balrog looked like he was angry.