"Then the souls of the four kings also need to be forged to be united together?"
Jenkins asked again, this is the information he got from Yinlong.
"Of course, otherwise, how can things with completely different forms of power merge?"
Protoss replied again, and went on to explain:
"The agglomeration of the souls of the four kings is a special ceremony similar to forging. It requires flames, a hammer, a stove, and many conditions. This is a very complicated matter, and I can't explain it for a while."
"Then I'll come another day. I'm afraid I don't have time now."
Jenkins said so, and then asked:
"About the awakening of the four king souls..."
"The holder of the king soul must accept the test, and cannot accept the help of external forces. The ancient human wise think that this can reflect the qualifications to become a king. But it should be noted that this test happens randomly, and it must be related to the nature of the king soul. The probability of it happening is hard to say, this kind of thing should be attributed to fate."
It's like Dolores encountered dangerous events containing "ice" elements many times during the winter ice and snow festival accident, but it didn't trigger the ceremony related to the awakening of the king's soul. After Jenkins obtained the Dragon Soul, he also encountered the Silver Dragon, but nothing happened until this night, unfortunately, he encountered the wandering soul hunting the dragon.
"I probably understand, thank you for the information. But is it okay to tell me directly about these things?"
Jenkins asked at last.
"You didn't ask me how the king soul was obtained, how it was conceived, and its current owner, so I can answer."
Xing Ling said naturally.
Returning to the physical world, because the conversation just now was quick, it didn't waste long. The red dragon still stayed in the air during this period, and said after seeing Jenkins' return:
"What happened tonight has nothing to do with me. I was also accidentally targeted by a monster. After a while, the seventh wave of wandering spirits will appear, and I think I still can't help you."
"It's okay, I can probably handle it myself. You wait by the side, but when the church asks, you should know how to talk about what happened in a while."
"Of course, I understand all of this."
Long replied sensibly.
The snowflakes that had stopped while speaking were falling from the sky again. At the position of the ghost cavalry regiment that was taken away by Mr. Augustus just now, a larger and thicker cold fog appeared out of thin air and then expanded rapidly.
The chaotic sound of horseshoes echoed in the night sky again, and the smell of rust and blood permeated the air, which made people almost feel that their bodies were contaminated with an unclean atmosphere.
Without charging immediately, what slowly came out from the depths of the cold mist was a hill-like fat giant riding on the skeleton of a mammoth. He carried a black mace on his back, about the size of an ordinary tree trunk. The front of the huge helmet still looks like a skeleton, and the two sides of the top of the head have horn-like decorations that bend upwards.
And behind the fat giant, 5 commander-level wandering spirits led 23 captain-level wandering spirits, and countless ordinary ghost cavalry appeared.
This number definitely exceeded the upper limit of 98. When they appeared with their mounts stepping on the ice in the air, it was like forming a terrifying black torrent under the night sky. Just the slow progress, the heavy footsteps of the skeleton horse mount, has a very strong oppressive force.
An unknown horn sounded from a distance, and as the fat giant lifted the mace, the wandering cavalry also raised their weapons with their right hands from front to back. The killing wind brought a chilling feeling, and the gifted fire floating on the surface of Jenkins' Bone Sacred Sword could not dispel the resulting cold.
The skeleton of the mammoth trampled in the air, and let out a chilling and shrill roar as it charged forward. The wandering soul cavalry group hunting the dragon rushed towards Jenkins above like a tide, and danced in the air with the spinning sword light. Jenkins, holding a sword in his right hand and a staff in his left, also charged downward.
Of course he didn't have any chivalry, and he dared to fight one against a hundred, so the one who charged forward faster than him was the laughing black demon figure. Accompanied by the strange sound of beeping, the twin demons exploded inside the cavalry regiment. The demonic flames that can burn the soul have obvious damage to wandering souls.
Then, the spinning sword light swept across the air like a dancing saw. Even though a stronger spell than the one used by the cavalry regiment just now protected the entire team, the embers of the gifted fire attached to the sword were still there. Did a lot of damage to them.
The closer he was to the charging wandering soul, the more Jenkins could feel the tingling in his chest. The red slender flame representing the soul of the dragon trembled in Jenkins' chest, which affected the flow of Jenkins' own spirit.
And the moment his sword touched the fat giant's mace, the dragon soul shook violently, as if it was about to go out. The sudden hollowness in his chest made Jenkins almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time he felt the huge force from the mace in his right hand. The two superimposed each other, and Jenkins flew diagonally from the unicorn's back, but fortunately, he hooked the unicorn's neck in time to avoid being submerged by the torrent of cavalry.
"Damn it, these wandering spirits seem to be able to suppress the Dragon Soul this time."
Jenkins cursed secretly in his heart, he didn't think of this just now. But now he was deeply trapped in the charging team of wandering spirits, as if there were weapons coming towards him from all directions.
The hand wielding the holy sword trembled a little due to his poor condition, but fortunately, the sword light swirling around him was still powerfully protecting Jenkins.
The little beast hummed suddenly, and its pure white horn was infiltrated by a dark golden color. The light swept across the surroundings, temporarily allowing the wandering souls who were constantly charging forward to avoid Jenkins who was "in the middle of the road".
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jenkins opened a path from the wandering cavalry under the light and charge of the unicorn with the holy sword in his hand.
But when the first confrontation ended briefly, when the wandering spirit team stepped on the ice and snow in the air and turned around, Jenkins knew very well that if he continued this kind of air battle, it would be difficult for him to win.
"We land."
He patted his mount, and the unicorn immediately turned around and rushed down. Jenkins didn't get close to the ground with the unicorn, and jumped to the ground himself at the right distance. The ground was still a field, but what was planted was not rice. Jenkins couldn't tell what it was in the dark night.
He stood on the ground with both feet, and with the blessing of the Titan's power, he felt the continuous power from the earth.
Retracting the cane and holding the sword in both hands, at the moment when the fat giant led the wandering soul to rush down, he swung the holy sword towards the sky with all his strength.