A series of gurgling sounds came from below, and the magma sea was indeed rising. Now the temperature here has far exceeded Nolan's normal summer temperature. Fortunately, the chocolate didn't follow. The cat doesn't like the cold very much. After all, it can hide in Jenkins' arms when it's cold, but the chocolate hates the heat very much.
Thinking of his cat, Jenkins' heart trembled:
"I must go out."
His eyes became more determined, instead of choosing the third metal cocoon, he came to the edge of the boulder and looked down at the sea of magma.
The scorching air gushes upwards, and the acid gas mixed in it has already made the skin feel uncomfortable. Opening the heavy backpack, it took a long time before he took out the things he wanted to use.
Kneel on one knee on the edge of the big stone, use a silver knife to make a cut on the hard stone surface, then crush the petals of the blue flower with your fingers, drip the juice into the cut, and put a small piece of Human finger bones, crystal powder and a small piece of sapphire are placed on the ritual matrix.
There is no starry sky in Paradise, so some rituals that rely on astrology cannot be used. But the ritual didn't need to correspond to the sky, and Jenkins ended up cutting his finger with a dagger, squeezing a drop of his own blood onto the sapphire.
Immediately, the indentations carved by the knife lit up together with the juice of the petals. The crystal powder slowly melted in the bright light, and the phalanges and sapphires placed side by side merged with each other.
When the ceremony was over, only the sapphire-colored phalanx remained. It looks like a work of art, and I don't know why, most of the ceremonial supplies will become this beautiful after a little treatment, but Jenkins, who knows its source, will not put this kind of thing in his home.
The phalanges that have undergone ritual treatment exude a chill. Jenkins picked it up and checked it, and confirmed that the ritual "Sigh of the Frost Goblin" that he had only heard about from Dolores was really useful. never used.
He threw the phalanx in his hand a few times, and then threw it forward suddenly. It showed a standard parabolic trajectory, and under the influence of gravity, it finally fell into the magma.
Jenkins counted a few numbers silently in his mind, stood on the edge of the boulder and stretched his head. When the countdown reached zero, he heard a muffled "boom~", and then saw the cold air erupting from the depths of the magma to the sky like a fountain. The rapidly cooling lava formed a black solid mass in the area where the cold air spewed.
But these substances didn't last long before they were shattered by a roar that shook the world.
Roar~
The demon's arm stretched out from under the magma slowly but with an unusually oppressive feeling. The miners and conductors trembled like sieves at this moment, and even the hundreds of metal cocoons above everyone's heads began to shake irregularly, as if they were worried about being caught by this huge arm.
Because there is no need to dodge this time, he can see the arm in its entirety. The thickness of the arm can be compared to the last layer of the metal tower, and the surface of the skin is covered with blue tendons. The muscle bulge looks like an extra layer of armor on the arm, and the uncomfortably blasphemous runes shone dark green against the flames of the magma. The runes are all over the texture of the muscles, making it difficult to tell whether it is naturally formed It was carved the day after tomorrow.
The palm has five fingers like humans, and some blood-red disgusting things can be seen in the gaps between the blue nails.
The arm stretched out from the magma, and first patted the "cold air fountain" accurately, extinguishing the cold air, and then stretched out to the huge rock where everyone was.
Jenkins took out his sword and swung it forward, the white sword light collided with his arm. At the same time as the arm was severed, an even more frightening roar came from below the magma sea.
"You disturbed the rogue madman."
The human-faced snake reminded, his body squirmed uneasily, probably not because he was afraid of those demons, but because he was afraid that Jenkins would give him a sword like this:
"Wouldn't it be easier to leave these two souls behind to find the door? Why do these nonsense things?"
"Throw it away, isn't it really a good trap for you?"
Jenkins turned around and said, he rummaged through his backpack again, and found a black cross with a skull face at the cross. This is an alchemy item provided by the Church of Death to make it easier for people to return dead souls.
For Jenkins, as the son of the sage, he does not need this kind of item to help the soul leave. But in the strange world, he was not sure whether the ordinary method was still useful, so it was safer to use items made by a professional funeral team.
He approached the miner and the train conductor with the cross in his hand. They didn't know whether they were frightened by Jenkins' sword or by the continuous roar of the devil at this moment, and they all huddled together. If the metal cocoon hadn't been badly damaged, they would probably have climbed in it again.
"I'm not a villain either. Now I probably have a way to let you continue to 'go on' instead of being trapped here as the bait of the devil and tortured forever."
He shook the cross in his hand:
"Of course, it's only possible. So, now, tell me everything you know, otherwise I can't guarantee who will kill you in the end."
"Sir, we are all poor wretches..."
"Yes, yes, I know that you are all poor people in our era, victims of the era, objects of oppression in the corners that the big men can't see, people who really need to be saved, and people who really need to be rescued. Supported our era, but your lives are still stuck in the previous era... Two, do you have anything else to say?"
He looked at them both, and so did the miner and the conductor. Then, he turned his head decisively, letting the face at the back of his head deal with Jenkins.
"Now that you know, why..."
"You always have to give me some time. Do you think that I was someone who could influence the times in the past?"
He has only been in this world for one year, and although he has become a person with vested interests in one year, it is really not his fault. Twenty years later, if he still faces such a question, he may not be able to answer it, but now he is not afraid to ask his inner question like this:
"I am just a part of this world. I have seen the luck and misfortune of this era, and I intend to change it. However, I have not succeeded, and you have become like this. I am sad for your misfortune, but I would never take it as my responsibility."