"Steam bomb? Oh, it was brought by Princess Sophia. Silver Dragon used ancient alchemy methods to make its own dragon scales into very special space items, which can be regarded as alchemy items."
Alexia said, and together with Dolores, they saw that Jenkins flew out of the white mist at an angle as if he had been punched and flew away.
He pointed to the depths of the white mist in the air, and the vine immediately shot out of the mist to the sky, wrapped around his wrist, and then pulled him to the ground again.
The white sword light flickered and split the fog. After the sharp sound like someone scratching the glass with a fingernail, a moment of silence finally came.
Dolores wanted to ask what was going on now, but was surprised to find that she couldn't make a sound.
"Most incantation abilities require the chanting of incantations, so it is very effective to use silence to prevent the use of incantations. But clever bestowers can often rely on gestures and mental power to omit the need to recite incantations." process, so this method is useless for high-level bestowers."
Alexia's voice directly appeared in Dolores's mind, she nodded a little ignorantly, and watched the "fireworks show" below start again.
If you only look at the sound and visual effects, the fight below is definitely quite intense. Although it is not enough to obliterate the space wall, at least people agree that if this building hadn't spontaneously protected the people in the "audience auditorium", it must have caused death and injury long ago.
But as long as Dolores thinks that the reality is that Jenkins is standing there, throwing all kinds of weird things into the air, touching chocolate occasionally, and then talking to Princess Sophia, she will feel the scene very funny.
This was supposed to be a duel that would determine the fate of the world, but it was turned into such a ridiculous scene by Jenkins. Dolores didn't know what to say, but she just hoped that the history books and historical materials of future generations would not record the truth of what happened today, but only record what people saw.
Otherwise, people in the next century will really not believe even a single punctuation mark uttered by believers in lies.
The fight lasted for about an hour, and stopped abruptly just right after people were almost tired of watching the "sound and light effects".
The white mist finally dissipated, and Miss Fabri put her hands on the holy bone sword and fell to the ground on one knee. Her hair was completely loose, and her forehead was covered with sweat, but her clothes were unexpectedly smooth as if they had just been ironed.
Jenkins on the other side was in a bit of a panic. He was lying on his side on the ground with his face turned downwards. The large floor tiles under his body were sunken downwards, as if he had been hit by a giant's fist. The jacket on the upper body has only half of the sleeves left, the trousers seem to have been scorched, and the white shirt has turned a muddy yellow.
The two legs are slightly bent, because of the posture of lying on the side, one is on top and the other is on the bottom, and the body is curled up like a shrimp. The left fist is folded up next to the head, and the right arm is pressed under the left arm, close to the knee bent from the curling motion.
Chocolate lay next to Jenkins' head, meowing as if trying to wake him up. The cat's black and white hair was also polluted by dust, but Chocolate didn't notice it, and rubbed Jenkins' hair to make him move.
"Oh~"
His right hand trembled a bit, and then his body trembled a few times, and finally he supported the ground with his hands, so that he could barely sit up.
Both Jenkins and Miss Fabry gasped for a while. On the surface, of course, Jenkins looked even more embarrassed, but now no one dared to say who won.
It took a while for Jenkins to pick up the cat and stand up in the hollow, but Miss Fabry remained on one knee, leaning on her sword.
"Admit defeat. There is no point in continuing to fight. We don't need to divide life and death."
Jenkins said, pressing the hand emitting green light on his heart, his pale face immediately turned a little more bloody.
"William...Williamt, you...are not telling the truth."
Compared with Jenkins' very moderate voice, the voice of "Miss Fabry" is not only intermittent, but also unusually weak:
"You have a secret, you are stronger than I thought."
"Isn't it normal that everyone has secrets? Don't you have any?"
He tidied up his clothes, patted the hem a little, then tore off the coat with only the sleeves left and threw it on the ground, standing there in the dusty and ripped shirt.
Although the clothes were almost unwearable, but because of the improved appearance due to the elven blood, he didn't look as embarrassed as he thought.
"Your secret... I really didn't expect it."
Miss Fabri suddenly covered her mouth, and people on her side could see the black-red blood sticking out from between her fingers.
"Admit defeat, I think I can help you heal. Although it seems a bit boastful, I am probably the best healer in the material world in this era."
"No, William, it took so much sacrifice to reach the final step. Mr. Candle is dead, and the end is coming. We have planned for so long and waited for so long. How can I back down here?"
Miss Fabbri also finally stood up, but she didn't mention the holy sword—she couldn't mention it either. The Holy Bone Sword inherited certain characteristics of the skeleton sword, for example, only the owner can use it, otherwise it will suffer the damage of the sword itself. Punishment, Princess Sophia doesn't want to be cursed by the sword.
"What else do you want? Continue to fight? I'm sure, you will lose, it's pointless."
Jenkins said very seriously, patted the cat on the shoulder to keep it from moving, and then picked up the cane again:
"If you want to continue, I have no objection, but you may die."
Miss Fabbri smiled, her voice was sad and mocking:
"So what? I admit that you are indeed very powerful. Even if you don't use the power of the Holy Son, I'm afraid even a demigod can't beat you... But it's good. A savior should have such power, but not Know, do you understand what you're using... Come on, I think I'm fine... If you win, this sword is yours."
She lightly kicked the sword stuck in the ground:
"In order to neutralize the excessive undead power of the skeleton sword itself, we tempered it with the branches of the old world tree, so you can probably use this gift too. If you win, this sword will be yours .Williamt, since you think you can definitely win, then come and try!"