"You are going the wrong way, go to the left, there are only a group of demons ahead."
The old knight explained, then whistled, and put the brown cowboy hat tied with a rope on his head.
The blue light spot shines with dazzling brilliance, and the lines spread out from this center. The transparent line connects four light spots, one white, one red, one gold, and one yellow, together forming a complex coat of arms .
The hand holding the hat suddenly burst into blue flames, and then the hat also started to catch fire, burning the whole head into a skull.
The flames continued to flow downwards, the leather clothes sizzled, and the body turned into a skeleton. The legs and the horse turned into skeletons almost at the same time, and the horse's hooves stomped excitedly on the ground, leaving blue marks of fire.
Blue flames were burning in the eye sockets, and the hated skull nodded to Jenkins, then shouted:
"May the dead rest in peace, and see the end in death! Undead Knights, let's go!"
The skeleton horse set off first while neighing, and the black-clothed knight behind him also followed. Blue flames burst out from the body as it galloped and turned into skeleton knights.
A few seconds later, there were only rows of burning horseshoe prints left in front of Jenkins, and the weeds beside the road were quietly burning.
"Is this the blood chain ability?"
He murmured to himself, and then with a sudden shock, he turned to the leftmost path with the box in his hand.
Walking through the woods, the clothes on his body were also scratched by the branches. From a distance, the dark shadow of the manor under the hillside can be seen, while the grass is gradually withering and yellowing, and a faint smell of sulfur comes from the soil.
As soon as Jenkins stepped on the scorched soil, he heard a "sting" sound from the soles of his shoes, and he didn't know what happened.
The golden light spot just obtained trembled in front of his eyes, and there were some subtle whispers in his ears, which were very messy, and his skin also felt tingling. But with the flow of the spirit in the body, these abnormalities disappeared quickly.
After running a few steps forward, you can see that the manor in the distance is completely surrounded. A black dot spotted Jenkins and immediately rushed forward.
This is a tall and thin man with dark skin, with a blood-red glove on his left hand, and a white glove on his right hand that seems to glow in the dark.
"Williamette?"
He seemed to know Jenkins.
"Yes, Mr. Schleich was attacked on the way to the church. Let me send A-10-1-0021 in his place."
Another man ran over, Rogers Benz, who had informed Jenkins to go to the nursing home the last time Jenkins was reading in the Secret Library.
"Is Schleich all right?" he asked.
"It's okay, but it should take a while to recuperate. Oh, by the way, gentlemen, someone has broken into the Vientiane Gate of the church!"
He took the box over and handed it to Benz.
"Is anyone hurt? How is it going?"
The two immediately became tense.
"The keeper of secrets, Smith, was knocked out. Other than that, no one was injured. He seems to have entered through some kind of disguise, and didn't force his way in."
"That's good."
The man with red and white gloves said, "We'll talk about this later, the devil here is the most important thing. Did any accident happen on your way here?"
"Just now I met a group of skeleton knights on horseback."
"Hmph, it really is those bone soldiers."
He looked angry, but didn't let it out.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. William. It's very dangerous ahead. Miss Bevanna is confronting the demon, but it will be over soon. It's dangerous here. You can go back. If you let Oliver know that you run Come here, we will all be complained by him for a long time."
"How is daddy?"
Jenkins asked immediately.
"Of course it's in an antique shop. Isn't the whole city under martial law now?"
It's best if Dad has nothing to do. Jenkins watched the two leave, then ran back quickly, and called out a black robe to disguise his identity in the forest.
It wasn't until he had just walked on the leftmost path that he remembered the hint from that weird fortune teller that night. If everything she said was true, and part of what was written on the parchment was true, then did it mean that Miss Highmill was really trapped in this manor tonight
Although the two are just ordinary friends, since the divinity is in hand, it is not bad to take a chance to take a look. Moreover, Jenkins is very curious about real demons. Unlike the undead knights transformed from humans that he saw just now, it is likely to be native demons, real demons, and the half-written book mentions that they were created by other worlds. coming creatures.
Approaching the manor from the other direction, stop and go. There are quite a lot of benefactors of this church nearby, and Jenkins couldn't get close for a while. He went back to the woods again to try to find a way, but he saw two-color moonlight shining through the leaves on the ground, and a familiar dejected figure sat under the tree and wept softly.
Taking back the black robe, Jenkins walked over.
"who is it?"
the woman asked.
"it's me."
Jenkins replied softly.
The one crying under the tree was Miss Hesha, with a violin on her back, a silver bracelet on one side of her rolled arm, and a golden bell on the other. The three things mentioned above all radiate aura.
"Why do you come here? I don't know if the demons in ancient legends have appeared?"
she asked, sobbing.
"I'm here to join in the fun. Just now I saw a group of knights with blue flames rushing to the side road."
"That's the Undead Knights of the [Death and Doom] church. The blue alien ability they inherited must use the seed of the demon flame as the core of the ceremony to learn. Now the real demon is restrained by the believers of [Inheritance Sage] , they naturally search for the remaining half-demons like mad dogs."
Her answer explained why the man who just put on the gloves was angry, which is also considered peach picking. But Miss Hesha's level is not high, how does she know these secrets
"Come on, it's dangerous here."
The girl raised her tear-soaked face and said, her red hair firmly pinned back.
"what are you doing here?"
"nothing."
"Miss Michael is at the estate?"
"No, it's none of your business, let's go Jenkins, I may not be your guide anymore, get out of here. You are not suitable to be a giver, you shouldn't die here, go back and forget about it. "
Jenkins shook his head, took out the pistol on his waist, and shot it to the side. Fortunately, the woods were some distance away from the manor, otherwise the gunshots would have been discovered by the bestowers of the church.
A familiar whisper sounded, and a black figure appeared under the shadow of the tree.