After sprinkling the cut pieces of creepers on the ground, Jenkins held the scepter tightly with both hands, imitating the posture of the janitor plunging into the cross toward the ground, and stabbed the tail end of the scepter into the black soil under his feet.
A green ring appeared under the feet, and as the emblem of the small tree appeared, the majestic vitality broke out under the corrupt black soil and "ignited" the climbing tiger that fell in the soil.
Almost instantly, the dark green tentacles rushed from the soil to the sky, and climbed onto the fangs and claws of the suckers, making these plants that had broken through their own growth limits even more terrifying than those black tentacles on the opposite side.
Pulling out the scepter from the soil, I found gray roots fluttering at the bottom, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Raising his head, the climbing tiger and the black tentacles were already entangled with each other. The two sides were huge. Suddenly, the backyard of the dilapidated cafe seemed to be filled with wriggling tentacles.
The gatekeeper also pulled out his own crucifix, holding it up to the sky while holding the sides with both hands. With the black robe, this scene looks a bit like a pious priest praying to the gods, but what Jenkins saw in his eyes was the black spiritual light frantically gathering behind it.
A terrible fear of looking into the abyss made Jenkins raise the scepter and aim at the aura without thinking, and the actinic orb on the top of the scepter burst into dazzling light. This light instantly dispelled the ambiguous and chaotic aura on the surface of the black iron cross. Jenkins couldn't help but jump over the entangled tentacles and jumped in front of the gatekeeper. The actinic orb on the top of the scepter directly pressed against its chest.
The burst of white light at that moment made Jenkins even close his eyes. After a miserable howl, the black-robed janitor began to melt from his chest in the white light, leaving only a cloud of fly ash floating down in the windless dead city.
The white light went out, as if the eternal moonlight illuminated Jenkins again.
"In the end of the ashes curse, just these monsters are enough to destroy the world."
Leaning against the wall exhaustedly, he took a few breaths to calm down the restlessness of the spirit, and then drained the life force of the ivy that had no opponent, so that he was relieved.
The surrounding area was very quiet, even though the battle just now had made a lot of noise, the nearby monsters didn't gather around. Jenkins didn't know if it was because the old man in the clock tower was trying to prevent the warehouse from being destroyed, or because of other reasons, he could only speed up his movements and do something before it was too late.
He raised his hand and pushed open the door of the warehouse. After raising the miner's lamp in his hand, he immediately saw the man with his limbs spread out and fixed on the wall facing the door.
It wasn't ropes or nails that fixed him, his hands and feet were already integrated with the wall, as if they were folded back and built into the wall.
The clothes he was wearing were also weird, with bare feet and what seemed to be only a robe on his body. It didn't look like the normal attire from the material world, but the black robe on his body was very similar to the two defeated monsters just now.
With this person as the center, on the wall facing the door, a blood-red ritual matrix is painted with an inverted pentagram. At the same time, there are burning red candles all over the room, leaving only a straight line between the door and the wall. trail.
This made Jenkins think of the strange situation not long ago, but obviously this was a completely different thing.
"How are you?"
Jenkins hesitated for a moment and asked directly, but the man on the wall drooped his head and didn't speak at all.
There was some doubt in my heart, and I wanted to go to the bottom of the wall to confirm what was going on with him, but just as I took a step, I instinctively felt something was wrong. Immediately took two steps back, and at this moment, the man who was fixed on the wall twitched violently.
Jenkins could only imagine such convulsions in a man who had been electrocuted, and was terrified that he would die from it. But he didn't die, instead he raised his head, looking at Jenkins with pure black eyes without whites:
"I knew that you would definitely break the contract."
That voice was not that of a middle-aged man, but that of an old man in the clock tower.
"Should I say that it really is you? I don't keep the contract? Could it be that your promise to me is completely sincere? I don't remember you saying that those ten rituals will cause reality Nolan to peel off from the material world as a result of."
Jenkins wanted to back away from the door, but immediately remembered the purpose of his trip. He simply made up his mind to stand where he was, with the dilapidated yard illuminated by the bright yellow moonlight behind him, and the dirty warehouse lit by red candlelight everywhere in front of him, he raised his head and faced the person fixed on the wall.
"I didn't say that because you didn't ask; and what you did did violate the contract. I'm curious, do you really not care about the punishment of the contract?"
Its voice was still so hoarse, but not having to face the mouth that grew in the palm of his hand relieved Jenkins a lot of pressure.
"I'm not Jenkins R. Williams at all, why worry about contracts?"
Jenkins asked sarcastically.
"Hahahaha~"
The other party laughed:
"Are the extraordinary people of this era so interesting? This reminds me of the time when I was still a mortal. Adventurers formed their own teams to explore the ruins of the continent. The extraordinary power is open to all curious people. People of our era , but with a spirit of contract."
"The word contract spirit comes out of your mouth, it is simply ironic. Do you really understand the meaning of this word in modern lingua franca?"
"I don't want to waste precious time arguing with you. Since you can find this place, it is worth my compromise. And you are indeed a capable person. People like you are useful. I give you strength, and I can even Let me tell you the deepest secrets related to the gods, how about doing one more thing for me?"
The man on the wall asked, his tone was very sincere.
"Since I came here, I naturally wanted to stop you."
Jenkins sneered.
"But you don't even dare to come face to face with me, otherwise we wouldn't be talking in this way."
"But that's enough. I think I probably guessed the reason why you're going to imprison this person. If I'm not wrong, there's no way for you to break free from the prison of the clock tower, so you can only find a suitable one." The body can move freely in the outside world. What will happen to you if I destroy this body now?"
"Then I have to find another suitable body. But it shouldn't be difficult, because there will be a large number of mortals living with this doomsday city, and I will have more choices by then , but the ceremony that has been prepared so hard has to be re-arranged. I thought I could witness the moment of the end with a free body, what a pity... "