"Actually, what I'm more curious about is, who do you think I am?"
Jenkins asked.
"It doesn't matter who you are. It doesn't matter whether it's the twin demons or the man in black robe, and it doesn't matter whether you are Miss Fabbri or an undead who rarely shows up. The organization has already investigated it clearly, believers of lies There are no demigod-level bestowers in the world at all, and you people are simply covering yourself with lies. Others think that you are powerful, but it is just another deception created by you."
The demigod of the tree house replied.
"You thought so? That's very interesting."
Jenkins nodded, "Come on, but remember, it's you who proposed the duel, not me."
"Remember these for what?"
"If you are lucky enough to meet the god of death, when it asks you the cause of your death, please don't say that I killed you, but you should answer that you ran to me and asked to be killed."
Jenkins replied.
The demigod of the tree house was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud. While laughing, he stretched out his hand to grab the powerful "Catastrophe Poetry", the clay tablet deformed like plasticine in his hand, and soon became a gray rapier.
Jenkins also called out his Bone Holy Sword, took a deep breath and stepped back with his left foot.
Because the waves are frozen, even if the two people standing on the waves do not look at their feet, the sunlight reflected on the ice will hurt their eyes. The upper end of the waves is not a flat platform. The two people who were looking at each other from a distance had found a suitable foothold respectively. Now that they each took out their weapons, it is also a problem to fight each other.
"I don't know if you know the legend of the mad poet?"
The demigod of the tree house asked suddenly, and then without giving Jenkins a chance to answer, he said to himself:
"The mad poet is a candidate for the savior of a certain era in the past, and the ability he mastered is also [Son of Disaster]. In that distant era, he and another lucky person who was chosen by fate met in the snowy mountains of Hokuriku. It took three days and three nights of fierce fighting on the top of the snow-capped mountain to decide the winner. Although I don’t have time to waste three days and three nights here with you, there are glaciers under our feet and the extreme cold around us. coincide."
"If you really understand that period of the past, you should know that the mad poet who mastered the [Son of Disaster] was the last one to lose... If our encounter and duel at this moment is really arranged by so-called fate, then I am afraid it is also for you Unfavorable fate."
"No, just because [Son of Disaster] lost last time, it won't lose this time. Fate is fair, it never favors anyone, and it never creates any coincidences."
"What you say makes a lot of sense, but I don't know if I should warn you..."
Jenkins raised his sword and sighed:
"In fact, [Son of Calamity] is not qualified to be the savior of this era at all... and you have not mastered this ability."
"If you still want to use the power of lies to shake me, you are really naive. Believers of lies, I know how terrible your rhetoric is, so from the very beginning, I made up my mind not to listen to you Any words that come out of your mouth. Don't waste time, let me defeat you next, and officially embark on the road to salvation at the end of the eighteenth century! After planning for nearly a thousand years, our plan and goal are finally... "
He laughed wildly and raised the soil-colored short sword transformed from "Catastrophe Poetry" in his hand, and then jumped up from the glacier relying on his flying ability.
The power of the demigod and the power he drew from the disaster made him look extremely powerful. The sword that was slashed at Jenkins' head seemed to be able to split Jenkins in half the next moment.
Jenkins stood on the spot unhurriedly, waiting for the opponent's weapon to fall from the air, just swung it sideways, and then easily used the holy bone sword to block the incoming sword.
"It's really miraculous to say that it's this age, but our duels still use cold weapons. I think maybe we should adapt to the trend. If you turn that clay tablet into a gun, I think your winning rate should be better than Bigger now."
"How can it be?"
The middle-aged man in the tree house... Now it is the young man who is trying to push Jenkins' sword down, but no matter how the majestic power in his body works, he can't beat him at all.
"Now I also believe in the so-called power of fate. You are right, it is indeed fate. "The Disaster Poetry" has two sides, and it just so happens that I choose the other side. There is no higher one between disaster and salvation Low, but the problem is that I have completely completed five great achievements, but your gemstones are all incomplete, which is why I can suppress you even though I am weaker than you."
Jenkins said, regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he waved his sword away. The demigod of the tree house staggered back two steps, with the doubt on his face that he just woke up and didn't know the time:
"This is not right, is this your conspiracy? Did you deceive me with some lie?"
"Although you may not believe it, I rarely lie. Including just now, it's all the truth."
The brilliance of the spirit flowed on the blade of the holy sword, and Jenkins, who was standing with the sword in hand, danced a sword flower and pointed at the opponent:
"I have kindly told you all the truth, whether you believe it is up to you. As for now, please accept your own fate."
The swords of the two collided, and Jenkins swung his sword to sweep the glacier in front of him, and after finding a suitable foothold, he pressed forward step by step; the sword made of mud in the hands of the demigod of the tree house was knocked into the air, and fell into the sea in a whirl , he staggered back a step again, but because he couldn't find a flat foothold, he slipped and almost fell off the top of the glacier.
"This is impossible. It is clearly stated in the literature that as long as you have the "Disaster Document" and trigger five disasters, you can achieve [Son of Disaster]! I know, it is you, you have achieved this goal one step faster than me, so This unique ability belongs to you! Believers of lies, you can't lie to me."
"People don't always like to trust strangers, and people don't always like to trust me, which is weird."
As Jenkins said, he took another step forward and handed out a sword. The demigod in the tree house actually reached out to catch it in a trance, and then both palms were scratched by the blade without accident.
The red blood flowed down his palm, staining the glacier under their feet red, but he didn't realize it either. Snow fell on the shoulders of the two of them, this was their duel.