Seeing Chocolate squatting obediently beside Miss Bevanna, Jenkins turned and continued to look at the piece of cloth. At least just to observe, the cloth doesn't have any strange features, and its dirty appearance makes it uninteresting to anyone.
But if you open your eyes of reality and observe, you can see a ray of golden light mixed with the rich black aura. Jenkins' first reaction was to finally find the power related to the master, but he immediately realized that it was the power of the son of the evil god.
On the night when Miko was born prematurely, this piece of cloth was used as swaddling clothes after Miko was born, so it was normal for Miko to be contaminated with the breath of Miko.
"If I take the umbilical cord over, will the umbilical cord react to the force left on the cloth?"
Jenkins guessed in his heart, hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, and tried to feel the cloth in front of him with his soul.
Of course he knew that it was very dangerous to do so, so he was always cautious when doing this, and was ready to jump back and escape immediately if things went wrong.
The black cloth in the perception has a soul-numbing coldness, which is probably one of the manifestations of the power of death. Jenkins didn't dare to completely relax his mind to investigate, but just felt it a little bit, thinking about the time, he immediately announced to everyone behind him that he had obtained the means to fight the plague.
But his thinking was still too simple. Now facing the cloth directly, the fear of his heart beating faster made him no longer have the courage to make more temptations.
After testing the cold feeling that paralyzed his soul again, Jenkins opened his eyes and was about to turn around to speak, but he found that the surroundings were not the empty room, but a cemetery with various tombstones. The land is desolate under the black sky, no matter where it is, this cannot be a church.
"..."
Knowing in his heart that he might be in trouble again this time, he closed his eyes and opened them again, still looking at the strange place. Under the eyes of reality, the surroundings are completely normal, and there is not even a black aura.
With a thought, I summoned [Vientiane Impermanence-Angel], but the card didn't move, so it has nothing to do with it. Feeling something in my heart, I turned around and looked behind me. In the center of the tombstone was a dilapidated gravekeeper's hut.
The door was closed, and only a shovel stood against the wall. On the walls are weird things like yellowed skulls and bloody severed arms, like old farmers in the countryside drying their produce.
When Jenkins stared at the door, the door opened silently. The interior is not too spacious, the same size as observed from the outside. And beside the rotten wooden table, sat a person hiding his body under a black cloak.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jenkins felt that the cloak was very similar to his own.
"No, it's not very similar... just the exact same style!"
The person in the cloak hid his whole body under the clothes, at least it wasn't a motionless skeleton, because with the opening of the door, it changed from lying on the table to sitting up.
"Oh God~"
The violent mental shock almost made Jenkins lose consciousness. While the man in black was moving, all the dead things in the deserted cemetery seemed to be awakened.
Jenkins backed away again and again, putting his hand over his forehead. But this obviously didn't work, and the feeling of numbness in the soul reappeared.
"The noble soul has touched the robe of our Lord!"
This was the first sentence of the man in black in the room, and at the same time [Reaper's Cloak Fragment] appeared in Jenkins' hands out of thin air, and immediately turned into fly ash.
"The sheltered lucky one touched the robe of our Lord!"
This is the second sentence of the person in the black robe in the room, and Jenkins' black robe directly emerges under the influence of this sentence. He immediately felt that the discomfort was relieved a lot, and the numbness of his soul was no longer so clear.
"The strong man who controls the undead has touched the robe of our lord!"
This was the third sentence spoken by the man in black in the room. In an instant, a white aura appeared beside Jenkins, and the Holy Bone Sword appeared from the void and fell to the ground, inserting it into the soft black soil.
"Strong one, you are qualified to enter my lord's sanctuary, make a choice!"
The voice seemed to be celebrating, Jenkins looked at this scene in disbelief, and then lowered his head to look at his black robe.
It didn't transform Jenkins into his body as usual, but directly appeared on his body in the original black robe, so Jenkins and the people in the broken house were in the same attire at this time. The black robe appeared in this form only once. It was the first time Jenkins fought against evil spirits in the hospital and became a god, and the black robe was contaminated with divinity.
"It turns out that this black robe is the costume of the messenger of death..."
Jenkins whispered in his heart, and asked softly:
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
"No, you know, the strong one. My lord, the ancient god of death, favors you. Are you willing to enter my lord's sanctuary and enjoy that endless glory?"
This is simply telling Jenkins clearly that he has collected all the "cloaks of seeing the ancient god of death", "blessed by death (referring to the black robe)" and "the power to control death (contact with death + holy bone sword)", so he has The conditions for entering the world controlled by the ancient god of death.
He even guessed that after he entered there, there was a high probability that he would directly receive the grace of the master, and step into the long but straight second road...
"Isn't it an accident that I got this robe?"
Instead of answering directly, he asked the question again. The black-robed man in the barren burial hut was extremely cooperative and replied directly:
"Strong one, you are resurrected from the dead, your soul is filled with the purest death, the power of death leads you into the fragments of the sanctuary of our lord, but obtaining the blessing of death depends on your own efforts."
"oh… "
Jenkins flashed back to that dark and absurd summer night when he first met Mr. Barnard. The physical body has just experienced death, even the soul has been shattered, and the new soul has just experienced death, but it is not the death of this world...
"The blessing of death, it turns out..."
Everything in this world makes sense, and the strange scene that night may have been an accident, but judging from the current situation, the content of the strange scene was not an accident at all.
"Yes, strong, your soul is highly compatible with death. You are born to be the agent of death. Wherever you go is the place of death, and what you do will definitely bring death. Strong , I will ask again, are you willing to seize such a cherished opportunity to enter the sanctuary of our lord and accept the grace of our lord?"