dang lang~
When the bullet fell from the wound and landed on the ground, black sparks splashed out.
This is a genuine monster bullet, no matter how powerful Jenkins is, he cannot completely destroy it in a short time. But at least it is still possible to push the bullet out of his head. Most of the power he possesses is restrained by the bullet's curse.
"Sure enough, the elven blood of the Middleton family is really reflected in you. I thought it was just a story passed down in ancient times, a story compiled by the royal family to emphasize the superiority of their own blood. Elf blood, this is really uncommon."
Boom~
Jenkins didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, so he pulled the ram and raised his hand to shoot. The bullets fired by this shot are illusory, corresponding to "soul damage", so there is no scar on the body that fell to the ground in response, because this is a bullet maliciously aimed at the spirit body.
Instead of examining the body, Jenkins turned his head again. Sure enough, Kamel was walking down the simple wooden stairs connecting the second floor, even the clothes on his body were exactly the same as those on the first two corpses:
"You're really impatient, Mr. Williams. It's not good to interrupt others casually. Now it's your turn again. As long as you can catch the next bullet, you will win the game."
"Yes, it's my turn again."
Jenkins nodded, and raised the gun to aim at his head, but unexpectedly, the cat on his shoulder stretched out its paws and moved the muzzle of the gun to the side.
"Meow~"
Seeing Jenkins turn his head to look at it, Chocolate stood up and yelled harshly at him.
So Jenkins switched to holding the gun in his left hand, then pulled the trigger to his head again.
click~
It's not the sound of a bullet being fired.
"You forgot to pull the hammer, so pulling the trigger is useless."
Kamel, who has a mustache and looks like a capitalist, reminded him kindly.
"Yes, I forgot to turn the ram."
Thumb forcefully, then raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at Kamel, and Kamel's body fell to the ground for the third time. This time the bullet represents the whisper of the evil god, and it seems that the whisper completely blew up Kamel's spirit.
"Why, don't you want to play?"
The voice came from the stairs behind him, and Jenkins smiled and pulled the ram again:
"You only said the function of these five bullets, but you didn't say what the function of this Class B extraordinary pistol is."
As he spoke, he raised his gun and aimed it at Kamel who was standing on a high place. Now there was only the last bullet in the gun, which represented "bad luck".
"The feel of the fifth shot is completely different from the first four shots. I think this pistol should have the function of being able to exert supernatural powers only after a certain number of shots. Since you let me choose whether to shoot first, it is actually a pistol. A trap has been set. You guessed I have a way of dealing with these bullets, which is why I messed with the gun itself."
"After all, you are a sixth-level gifter. It is normal for me to make more preparations."
Kamel said, pinpointing Jenkins' level very accurately.
"So what the hell are you going to do? Alfonso Carmel, we better be honest, I don't expect the last bullet in this gun to kill you, but you don't want to get you from me either something you want."
"You don't have what I want in you..."
Boom~
Hearing this, Jenkins shot again, and then watched the brand-new Kamel appear from the stairs on the second floor again:
"You are really impatient."
"I've always hated lies, especially before the game started, you said you were going to take something from me."
Jenkins threw the pistol aside, Kamel smiled and shook his head, seeming very amused by Jenkins' performance:
"Is this why you hate those believers in lies? From the information I have collected, you have been targeting them since the Fabry scam."
Jenkins was noncommittal about this statement, he pulled his cane out of the air, and then stepped back towards the door of the store step by step.
"You can't leave, no one can leave the store unless I give my permission."
The man standing on the stairs warned.
"I don't understand. I'm not a descendant of Blacktown. Why are you looking for me?"
Jenkins asked.
"You actually know?"
A surprised expression finally appeared on the face that had been keeping a hateful smile all this time:
"It seems that I still underestimate you, Mr. William. Since you gave me a surprise, let me reveal something to repay you. Yes, I do need something from you, I need you King Soul."
"What did you say?"
Jenkins had never heard the term.
"In your soul, the special part that represents the qualification to become a king, I call it the king soul. It's a pity that this thing can only be donated voluntarily, otherwise I don't have to bother."
He shrugged helplessly, and then disposed of his other two corpses with matches.
"Although the royal family often says that they are different for their own nobility, and some villagers who believe in superstitions also think that becoming a king must be different, but—are you joking? King Soul?"
Jenkins said suspiciously, but he still didn't detect that the other party was lying.
"Why should I lie? William, in fact, a long time ago, there were prophets who predicted that before the end of this era, the king in the shadow behind the curtain would once again unify the material world. Although many people think that this It’s nonsense, but I believe in this prophecy. As long as you get four ancient king souls—dragon soul, tree soul, ice soul, and dark soul, you will definitely become a king. Since the prophecy mentions the king in the shadows , then I think the one who will succeed is probably the Dark Soul King. As for now, I believe you have the soul of the tree in your body, after all, I can't find another qualified person."
Kamel said, as Jenkins closed his eyes slightly to digest the information:
"Do you know what you said? Some gifted people of common sense know that this is nonsense. There can be no other things in the human soul, and I'm pretty sure I don't have a tree soul."
He appeared in the spirit state many times, and even became a god in the spirit state. Even if he had any "King Soul", he would have discovered it a long time ago, so even if Kamel's statement was correct, he had found the wrong target.
[Lie] The priesthood can only detect whether the intelligent creature is lying, but if the other party firmly believes that the illusion is true, the lie will not give Jenkins any reminder. So now Jenkins wondered if the other party was crazy, or was deceived by a fortune teller who didn't know where he came from.