Standing in the field under the night sky, Jenkins strangled his throat with a painful expression, feeling his entire lungs being burned.
He vowed that if it was not necessary, he would never use such power again. He was a human being or an elf, not a dragon, so he shouldn't have done this at all. He does not have the organ to emit the "Dragon Roar". Even if he is given spiritual power by the Silver Dragon, he only imitates the Dragon Roar, so he does not have the ability to [Dragon Roar], unless his [Malicious Transformation] can really turn him into a dragon .
If it wasn't for his strong resilience, the blow just now would have directly destroyed his lungs' ability to breathe.
But it's good if it doesn't become an ability, otherwise Jenkins really doesn't know where to find a blank bubble to accommodate the [Uncrowned King].
Call the unicorn and the cat, and fly into the air again with the sword. The red flames beat happily in his chest, and a steady stream of vitality was sent to Jenkins' body. The awakening ceremony is not over yet, and if all the wandering souls are not resolved, the dragon soul cannot be regarded as fully awakened.
But now with the power given by the silver dragon, the suppression of the dragon hunter ghosts has disappeared, and the ghosts who died under the power of the dragon have not been resurrected.
The meaning of Dragon Soul was originally a racial myth forged by ancient humans who envied the physical power of dragons. The red flame could not make Jenkins a dragon, but it strengthened his body in all directions, making him almost Can't feel tired.
With a flash of white light, the whirling sword dance swept around. The grinning black demon flew high into the sky, and Jenkins, who was crouching on the unicorn's back behind it, also called out those gluttonous vines.
The emerald green brilliance adhered to the sword body, intertwined with the gray and decaying death aura, and together they dealt heavy blows to the enemy. Jenkins was suddenly inspired. Although he had just made up his mind not to use the new ability, driven by curiosity, he activated [The Origin of Life] while imagining the feeling of vomiting.
As the roar resounded through the night sky again, the dwarf who was rushing towards Jenkins was directly overwhelmed by the green beam of light. When the beam of light disappeared, the dwarf, the armor on his body, and the mammoth skeleton were all evaporated into dust. The addition of the spirit of life and dragon roar, which was closest to the essence of the world tree, made the most powerful individual among the wandering souls disappear directly.
Jenkins was already holding his throat and coughing violently again, and he once again determined that this should not be the ability that the human bestower should use at all. Seeing that with the disappearance of the strongest individual in the wandering soul, the red slender flame on his chest became more powerful, he took this opportunity to raise his sword and cane to the sky again.
In the white light that almost illuminated the entire eastern suburbs of Nolan, the armored wandering souls turned into dust and disappeared into the sky one after another.
When the church arrived at the center of the burst of light, the huge dragon phantom under the night sky shrunk little by little, sinking into the chest of the man on the back of the unicorn. When he opened his eyes, the demigods of the church cringed subconsciously, it was an inexplicable pressure.
It is not God's suppression of humans, but the suppression of ordinary humans by the chosen human leaders.
"What was that just now, believer of lies, have you dealt with those wandering spirits?"
Someone asked loudly, and the voice seemed to be the old gravekeeper of the Church of Death.
"The wandering soul has been resolved."
He felt the spirit returned from the world, but he didn't permanently destroy those wandering soul individuals, so he didn't get many spirits.
"As for what happened just now, have you heard the legend of the Four King Souls?"
The red dragon hovered higher in the sky, trying to pretend that it didn't know anything.
"Four king souls?"
The lady of the Church of Destiny asked loudly:
"You got [Dragon Soul]?"
"Since you keep the epic of the years, you should know what the four kings' souls that appeared in this era mean. It seems that fate has chosen us again this time. I am looking forward to meeting you next time. I wish you tomorrow's meeting open smoothly."
As he spoke, he clutched his chest and rode the unicorn into the distance.
Everyone in the church did not stop them, and Miss Bevanna looked at Miss Audrey with a serious expression. When Jenkins was in Belduran City, he heard about the king's soul from the thrift store owner and reported it to the church. Miss Bevanna thought that this incident would revolve around Jenkins, but she didn't expect to be taken a step ahead by the believers in lies.
Miss Audrey, who knew most of the things, just showed a regretful look, and did not intend to share her knowledge of Jenkins.
Miss Bevanna has already made her own decision.
On the other hand, when Jenkins returned home, it was no surprise that Hathaway had already arrived home. When he entered, the red-haired girl was sitting on the sofa and learning how to knit a sweater with Julia. A musician's hand is great at playing the piano, but not so good at manipulating those long needles.
"What's your smell?"
As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard Britney, who came out of the kitchen with a teacup, asked.
Of course it was the smell of dragon's blood. Although Jenkins had rained a small area in advance to wash away the blood, he didn't expect the smell of dragon's blood to be so strong. Even the chocolate didn't want to stay by Jenkins' side, and when the unicorn landed on the ground, it ran to the house alone. It seemed that it had made up its mind that Jenkins would never rely on it until Jenkins got rid of the smell.
Jenkins smiled awkwardly, not saying it was the smell of blood. He was a little concerned and sniffed his clothes, and then showed a disgusted expression:
"Then I'm going to take a shower."
"The hot water is ready."
Julia put the knitting needle in her hand back into the basket, got up and walked to the second floor to prepare a change of clothes for Jenkins. Jenkins nodded at her, touched his chest, felt the constant vitality that flowed into his body. After hesitating for a moment, he blushed and asked in a low voice:
"Anyone want to take a shower together?"
So he was hit by a book and a ball of wool, and the cat squatting on the third step leading to the second floor laughed at Jenkins in his heart, knowing that normal people don't like baths.
In this way, on the second day, Saturday, the long-prepared joint meeting of the Twelve Churches was finally about to begin.
Early in the morning, Jenkins stood in front of the mirror and sorted his clothes. When the sleepy-eyed cat woke up, Jenkins had even washed up and went downstairs.
Chocolate meow woke up and stood up from the pillow in a daze. Seeing that there was no man on the pillow, he immediately stood up straight and turned his head 180 degrees from left to right to look around. After confirming that Jenkins was not in the bedroom, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly rushed to the corridor, very dissatisfied that Jenkins got up earlier than him.