"You are hurt?"
Jenkins laughed, the pistol was changed on the road, and it was shot with a raised hand, but the aim was not good and it hit the mirror.
"Even if I'm injured, it's not something an ant like you can stop."
The black robe flapped, black blood flowed from the black robe man's feet, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard endlessly. It was as if someone was singing something softly in the distance. A moment later, amidst howling in pain, the man in black transformed into Smith, the Keeper of Secrets, and looked extremely healthy.
"Is this a disguise? Illusion? I know now, how did you break in?"
"Do you regret it? It's useless!"
The little old man didn't use any ability, but punched with his body, and Jenkins immediately met him. With a click, the bone in his arm shattered, but the old man's hand was still stuck to Jenkins' fist, and no one could pull it away.
"what have you done?"
He asked in panic, wanting to pump his fist and retreat, but his hands couldn't get rid of the suction no matter what.
"I also want to know."
Jenkins continued to pull the trigger of his left pistol as he spoke.
The black robe automatically emerged from the immersion of the spirit, and covered him with the most primitive black robe image.
The image of the old man who was fighting each other became illusory, and he returned to the image of a man in black robe. Jenkins and the stranger felt the suction at the same time. A few seconds later, the winner was decided. Jenkins was still in his robe, and the bald man in only his underwear fell to the ground.
An abnormal red scar appeared on the left side of his body, and on the skin above the heart, an emblem that looked like a prisoner's brand was branded there.
After another few shots, the man twitched a few times and stopped completely. Jenkins kicked it away and took back the black robe.
"What happened just now? Is this what Miss Hesha said, the mutual devouring characteristics of special creations?"
He questioned, but the only thing that could move was the chocolate.
Squatting beside the man's corpse, he used his hands to poke open the fresh wound on the upper side of his right arm, and then took out a roll of rolled parchment from the wound. The purple line finally disappeared.
"This isn't A-10-1-0230 is it?"
Jenkins hesitated, and unrolled the scroll:
[I am Jenkins Redandput Williams, and it is now 1899 of the general calendar, and 797 of the Kingdom [Golden Chestnut] calendar. Please believe that I am the future you!
The future of this world is doomed to destruction, and in the next 34 years, all kinds of crazy events will continue to happen. I have experienced too many things. Although I survived, people around me died one by one. I must change! Must change! Must change! This letter is the last chance.
The current me should have just returned from Shire City. On the day I left Nolan City, my father informed the church about the suspected demon reappearance, and the church immediately secretly arrested the baron who performed the ceremony. But this operation was discovered by the real demon behind it. He controlled the nobles who signed contracts with him to obtain knowledge, sent them to the major strongholds of the Orthodox Church in this city, and then forcibly transformed the demons.
Don't worry about the man in black robe just now, he is a believer in the evil god [Thousand Transformation Demon]. The saint who descended in New Truman City dealt a serious blow to the conspiracy there, and the cultists hoped to obtain this mirror to prevent the descending of the new saint. But this matter has nothing to do with me at the moment. I didn't provoke him just now and let him go. This is the correct way!
Now, at this moment, this is the first act in a series of tragedies, my first friend will be gone forever, so make sure to save Britney Mihail! She's out of town at Heysand Manor right now, wake up Jerry Schleich and Keeper Smith, apply for access to A-10-1-0021, and…]
"Fake."
Seeing this, Jenkins couldn't help thinking, "If I were to write a letter to myself, I would definitely not use lingua franca, but Hanyu Pinyin!"
Just as this idea appeared, the parchment in his hand spontaneously ignited, and the cold spirit flowed into his body along his hand. The extreme stimulation made goosebumps appear on the arms—but it still didn't reach the second level.
"I don't believe you, so you just set yourself on fire?"
Everything in this series of events was unexpected. I thought the flame would burn me, but I didn't expect my palm to get hotter and hotter. Jenkins threw the burning fire ball out, just right on the corpse beside him.
Suddenly, I don't know what happened, the whole body was ignited by the flames.
Jenkins took off the black coat whose tail was scorched just now, and hurried to save it, but unexpectedly the coat was also ignited.
"I see."
He muttered in his heart, threw his coat into the fire, and then watched helplessly as the parchment, corpse and his clothes were completely ignited, and then there was no residue left.
There wasn't even a trace of black on the ground.
Turning around and looking around, the keeper and Mr. Schleich were both lying on the ground, Chocolate huddled in the corner watching this scene with interest, and the door of Vientiane was still open.
He squatted down, punched lightly on the ground where the corpse was burning, lowered the temperature of that area to normal, and then threw himself down next to Schleich's body.
Schleich woke up quickly, and without the permission of the secret keeper, he was absolutely forbidden to enter behind the Gate of Vientiane. So, the two spent some more time waking up Smith. He was not injured, but the coma was caused by the man in black disguised as Captain Bincy.
"Where is that person?"
Smith asked.
"Let's go. I shot Mr. Schleich after he was unconscious. He dropped the mirror and left immediately."
Jenkins helped him sit up.
"Hmph, you dared to break into the Gate of Vientiane without authorization, and it seems that you were seriously injured."
He looked at Schleich, and then at Jenkins: "Let's talk about this later, the church will not let any enemy go. Hmph, unless he dies without leaving any residue, even if he escapes to the edge of the world, the church will leave him alone." He dug it out! By the way, why are you here, are you sure about the devil?"
Only then did Schleich realize that there was still business to do: "It's an emergency. The church is closed now. I'm here to apply for the use of A-10-1-0021, which is a token."
Saying this, he told Jenkins to reach for a pendant around his neck and hand it to the Keeper.
"You are so injured, this thing cannot be escorted by you."
The old man frowned and said.
"Let him come!"
Schleich pointed at Jenkins, who nodded ignorantly.