After explaining the identity of the puppeteer to Jenkins, Alexia turned into a blue light and flew into the sky. The middle-aged man on the spire showed a mocking expression, densely packed he appeared from all over the roof, and then flew up like swarms of flies.
Black light and blue light intertwined in the snowy sky, and rumbling thunder exploded, but this was definitely not a natural phenomenon.
Although Jenkins was worried about the short lady, he could not move, because the man standing on the high stone steps in front of the House was watching him.
Although there are some problems with the strength, this is also a demigod, wearing serious formal clothes. Rather than a member of an illegal organization presiding over an evil ritual, he looked more like a high-ranking aristocrat going to the House of Commons.
His eyes are very characteristic, and the pupils are extremely rare gray. While being watched by him, Jenkins actually felt a slight tingling on his skin, and he realized that it was the magic eye when he came back to his senses.
The low voices of prayers and calls were not disturbed by the battle in the sky, after entering the inner barrier, the chaotic and profane voices could be heard more clearly. Those words had no meaning after being read out, but they did communicate with the spirit of the world, looking for that great being outside the material world.
"The underground Lark Stuart has been killed. You can no longer succeed. Give up."
Although he knew that the probability was very small, Jenkins still wanted to try to persuade him to surrender.
"That trash, it really is unreliable for ordinary people."
The [Demigod] of the tree house said with a standard Loen accent, and then stretched out his hand to Jenkins:
"The Orthodox Church has blocked all the ladders from demigods to greater status, and mortals can only rely on themselves if they want to go further. Friends, join us, demigods are not the end of ordinary people, I think you should understand what I mean. "
"I never use blood sacrifice rituals to gain strength, I think you are on the wrong path."
Jenkins frowned and replied, and the tabby cat on his shoulder raised his head and "meowed" as a compliment.
"It's not relying on blood sacrifices to gain power, but relying on blood sacrifices to contact a greater existence, so as to achieve our own sublimation. We have no conflict of interest at all..."
"If you want to procrastinate, then I'm sorry, let's continue the conversation here!"
With a flash of sword light, the Holy Bone Sword fell in Jenkins' hands and disappeared immediately. He can't make the connection between his current identity and Nolan's believers in lies, so the next fight will be quite troublesome.
As if the materialized sword light smashed through the snow-falling sky and swept down, the demigod raised his hand to block the sword abruptly. Even if Jenkins didn't use all his strength to test it, it was quite amazing. But when the man's hand was lowered, Jenkins also saw the dripping blood.
His skin is weird, from the appearance, it is constantly changing towards an old brass color. When he jumped up suddenly, steam spewed from his back.
The man jumped into the air, and as the strange mantra was recited, a huge gear phantom like a dial appeared behind him.
click~
A clear sound appeared next to his ears, the gears rotated forty-five degrees, the man's brass-colored skin completely covered his whole body, and at the same time, a layer of fine patterns were attached to the gear teeth. Amidst the strange buzzing sound, a terrifying number of copper-colored mosquitoes drilled out from the man's skin.
"What is this?"
Jenkins was puzzled. He raised his palms and rotated them counterclockwise on both sides of his body. The falling snow in the sky and the frost on the ground quickly gathered as if attracted by his palms, forming a thick arc in front of Jenkins. shaped ice shield.
The weirdly shaped bugs rushed towards the ice shield fearlessly, and smashed into it with a clanging sound. Only then did Jenkins realize that it was not a biological insect at all, but a mechanical insect composed of exquisite gear structures. The eyes of the insect were embedded in the grooves in the center of the gear with black stones, and the wings were formed by small streams of steam It transforms when ejected from the insect's body.
"There really is a demigod who has the ability to master steam machinery!"
Jenkins was taken aback, and took a step back. The black figure behind him flashed past, and with the sound of beeping, the ice wall and the mechanical insect swarm behind him were blown to pieces.
He casually grabbed a snowdrift on the ground, and he picked up a brand new ice gun. At the same time, the demigod in the sky chanted a new incantation, and the huge phantom gear behind him turned forty-five degrees again.
The sound of metal impact came from below the corpses in the square, and several corpses near the edge of the square stood up unsteadily. The body was incomplete, the bones were exposed, and Jenkins could see that the skeleton had a metallic tinge.
"Transforming corpses into mechanical manipulation? Where did this demigod come from?"
He thought suspiciously, shouted loudly, took a step back, and threw the ice spear in his hand. The ice spear pierced the icy air and nailed one of the corpses in place, and then more corpses climbed up unsteadily.
"Life and death are orderly, everything that lives must die; pay tribute to death, the bones are the body, and the living are all enemies!"
Jenkins also chanted the mantra, and the power of death overflowed uncontrollably as he chanted. Under the snow layer trampled by his boots, no one could see that the permafrost was being transformed into decaying black.
The bone claws stretched out to the sky, tearing apart the rotten flesh and freeing the bones. The resurrected undead violently destroyed the corpses around him, absorbed the bones that did not belong to him into his body, and then rushed towards the copper bone corpses amidst terrifying shouts.
Jenkins can only control one undead at a time, not relying on the holy sword of bones, but his undead can be infinitely strengthened as long as he has bones; the demigod standing in the sky can quickly transform corpses into metal, and his undead are huge in number, but No one can stop Jenkins' undead.
The undead with completely different attributes fought each other brutally in the sea of corpses and blood in the Senate Square, which even made Jenkins feel a little guilty about destroying the corpses. But now is not a good time for a heart attack, the demigod in the sky is still chanting mantras non-stop, the huge phantom of the gear behind him turns forty-five degrees for the third time, and suddenly there is a gust of rust in the wind Smell, Jenkins looked around and found nothing, but when he turned his neck, he felt that his neck was a little stiff, and then he realized that his body was a little out of control.
"What is this..."
His voice changed from a gentle male voice to a hoarse voice, and then turned into a blunt clicking sound, but the green luster of life immediately shone from the position of the heart, and the cursed and rapidly mechanized body regained the luster of life.