While the man made of white mist was questioning, Jenkins noticed that the left hand of the avatar had picked up the broken suitcase.
"Looks like there's something wrong with that tobacco, too."
Jenkins thought in his heart, and then answered generously:
"What I just said is the truth, and you don't think that means you win, do you?"
"This is the magical ability [Atomization], [Smoke Realm], and [Incense Poison] that only the most devout believers of our Lord can learn. Although these three abilities cannot form a chain, they have never been combined with each other. I can escape. To be honest, if you ran away when I escaped into the shadow world, I really can't do anything to you, but now you should be unable to escape."
The tumbling scented smoke climbed up Jenkins' trousers, and the gaseous smoke spiraled upwards, as if it had materialized into handcuffs, imprisoning Jenkins' hands, holding them firmly together like his feet. The grounds are connected together.
"[Atomization]... I seem to have heard of this ability..."
He looked at the other party with suspicious eyes, and then suddenly realized:
"This seems to be the sect of the followers of the false god [Circling Mist], the magical ability of [Scent Smell Appreciation Committee]! Huh? Scent Appreciation Committee?"
This organization is quite famous, because first of all, the false god [Circling Mist] is not an evil god at all. He is an unknown false god who is in charge of [Mist], [Perfume], [Tobacco] and other priesthoods. His followers are famous for making cigarettes, perfumes and spices. The [Scent Appreciation Committee] was established on the east coast of the mainland. High-end cigarettes and perfumes are one of the famous specialties on the east coast.
Because the sect's strength is weak, its radiating area is limited, and its missionary methods are quite single, so no follower of this false god has ever come to Nolan on the west coast of the mainland, and Nolan's officials have never registered similar abilities.
Jenkins could hear that when he was talking about the mystery of the doomsday with Alexia a few days ago, he talked about the fog around Nolan, and heard the short lady mention it in passing.
"You know us? It seems that today really can't let you live."
As the white mist with moles spoke, the cloud and mist churned even more violently.
"I don't quite understand. Your gods are not evil gods, and your organization is not a cult organization. Why do you do this kind of thing? It's obviously just making high-end cigarettes...cigarettes?"
Jenkins froze for a moment, glanced at the cracked suitcase the other party was carrying, and suddenly realized.
"So it's you!"
"Please go to hell~"
The churning cloud and mist closed inward in an instant, wrapping Jenkins like a cocoon. In the eyes of the cat squatting aside, the huge silkworm cocoon revealed the luster of flames the moment it closed, and then various auras flashed one after another.
The white translucent cocoon trembled like an unstable steam bomb, and then exploded from the middle in the third second after forming, and the white mist spread around again.
Jenkins, who escaped from the silk cocoon, leaped up with a big jump. With the help of [Cat's Grace], he jumped quite high, and then without the help of external force, he made the movement of stepping on his left foot and stepping on his right foot in the air Taking another step higher is actually stepping on the thin ice in the air that is difficult to observe.
After such a double jump, he successfully caught the only wooden beam left in the sky. I don't know how many years this thing has existed. After Jenkins held it, he immediately made a tooth-piercing suspicious sound. In order to prevent it from breaking like this, I had to reinforce it with ice.
But here is neither Loen, where the temperature is extremely low, nor the sewer where the air is humid, so it is quite difficult to do so.
The white mist rolled under Jenkins' feet, but it was not a problem. Although this ability was tricky, the opponent's level was too low to cause substantial damage to Jenkins. The key now is to find the man's hidden real body, otherwise Jenkins doesn't know how long he will spend here.
He promised the ladies to go back to Loen for lunch.
Because of the danger of the Shadow Realm, even those who possessed the shadow ability would definitely not dare to stay there for too long. Based on this, Jenkins judged that it was impossible for his opponent not to appear all the time, so after hanging one arm on the beam in the sky, he looked down without blinking, trying to find some clues in the thin aura of the white mist.
The fog that was blown away quickly gathered up again, because the amount of fog itself was not much, so although it was churning like a sea wave, it couldn't even touch the soles of Jenkins' shoes.
The unyielding fog transformed again, and not long after, some sharp arrows made of thick clouds and mist shot from Jenkins' feet, but these things couldn't even break through the wall of fire that Jenkins breathed out casually.
Unable to attack for a long time, the two stalemate for a while. Whose luck it was, the fog finally noticed the yawning cat squatting outside the warehouse.
Just as Jenkins was looking around to find the opponent's real body, the fog spread out little by little.
"Meow~"
The cat's terrified cry attracted Jenkins' attention. He looked up and saw Chocolate squatting pitifully on a large raised rock with his tail between his legs, looking frightened, and the fog around the stone had disappeared. Unconsciously, it has accumulated in a circle, and it seems that it is about to go up and catch it.
"Bullying a cat, what kind of benefactor!"
Shocked and angry, Jenkins yelled, grabbed it hard, and abruptly broke the beam he was holding, giving up his current favorable position and jumping down from the sky.
He landed in that cloud of fog, and he didn't know whether it was because of too much momentum when he landed, or because he forgot to suppress his breath in panic. The fog within three feet around him as the center seemed to be pushed away by a huge force, with continuous ripples. back**.
"You bloody bastard!"
Jenkins couldn't find the target and was worried that his cat would be taken hostage. After landing, he couldn't control much. With a wave of his hand, flames sprinkled in all directions, and the whole ground was covered with hoarfrost with a stomp.
He punched the air aimlessly, and just relying on his own strength, he made a sonic boom. But even if such a chaotic blow cleared the nearby fog, the enemy could not be found, and ran directly to the direction of Chocolate "surrounded" by the white fog in a panic.
The mist turned into countless threads that pulled Jenkins' body, but before touching his clothes, it was like endless light and heat evaporated. The dark golden light emanated from Jenkins' body, which was hard to see with the naked eye at noon in spring, but as long as the more sensitive benefactors were nearby, they would definitely feel that oppressive sense of fear.