"The souls here are not all souls from the same era as me?"
Jenkins asked while carrying the board to find the next excavation point.
The corpse on the table cannot answer, but the rotting head can:
"Of course not, just like me, I'm definitely not from the same era as you."
"Just now I was curious, if the existence of that skeleton is the introduction of the rules that must exist in the strange world, then what do you mean by this strange land?"
"I am the second way prepared for you."
"You know, I have the ability to detect lies."
"... If you regard that fire as your civilization, it is a greedy person who plunders everything on the surface; I am a wicked person who helps you, but at the same time is actually digging your bones, you understand ?"
"...I probably understand, it's all a trap."
The third corpse was still a male corpse. It looked like an old man. It was dressed and looked almost the same as the first two corpses. There was even reason to suspect that it was a family of three generations, or a person of different ages.
After it was placed on the obsidian stone table, there was no room for a fourth one on the table. A strong wind blew more souls from the ground into the corpse.
The third corpse opened its eyes and began to tell its story.
Most of these souls came from five or six years ago from the present time of the material world. In the era when they died, the flame of civilization had reached its peak. The unique steam technology brought the Eighteenth Century to an unprecedented prosperous moment.
It's just that what supports this prosperity is not just the nobles at the banquet. Everyone in this era, even the poor in the slums, is the cornerstone of the era.
Compared with the many souls in the first two corpses, the third soul did not have any experience of bitterness and hatred. It was just born in a slum, lived a hard life, and then died. Appearing in obscurity and leaving in obscurity, they left nothing behind except the traces left on their bodies due to years of fatigue and malnutrition when they died.
Because of this, the soul in the third corpse was more numb than the souls in the first two. When Jenkins tentatively said that he wanted to use their bones to light firewood and use their meat to fill the heads of greedy people, they did not object.
"This group of people was slaughtered when they were alive, and they didn't even understand that they were being slaughtered, and they didn't even think about why they were being slaughtered, so they will definitely not resist now, because they don't know how to resist. What are you waiting for? Give me their flesh, and no one will condemn you, for these were born as they were, and so they will die."
The human head bewitched.
Jenkins nodded, stepped in front of it, and jerked his foot up. Stepped that head back into the ground at once. When Jenkins walked away, it re-emerged and complained:
"I'm clearly telling the truth."
"I don't believe it, all the corpses here are like this."
Jenkins picked up the plank and dug again, and soon after, he found a fourth body. But there is no place on the obsidian table. The corpse can only absorb the soul when it is on the table. Regardless of whether it is bone or flesh, it must be bone and flesh with a soul attached to it. It is useless to dissect an ordinary corpse, otherwise Jenkins will directly create Some came out.
He wanted to get the first three corpses off the table, but all three seemed to have their backs glued to the table, and they couldn't be pulled off no matter what:
"We're going to lie down here, it's more comfortable than being in the mud."
Said the souls in the corpse.
"But if you lie here, you will be slaughtered by me."
"So what? Even if we are slaughtered by you, we don't want to go back to the ground. It's more comfortable here."
They said stubbornly.
[You see, these souls are not worthy of pity at all, they don't understand anything, you don't have to care about their thoughts at all.]
The metal skull reached out again, leaving letters in the air.
"I'm here to save this, and even if they don't know anything, I won't let them fall prey to light my way."
"Then do you have a better way? The fire is going out again."
The head also reminded.
Jenkins shook his head:
"This time I really didn't see the way out of the predicament, but since I have a mission on my shoulders, I have to keep going. I believe that I should let the fire of civilization burn. If I don't have the awareness of self-sacrifice, I just blindly let others Go sacrifice for me, then what kind of savior am I?"
As he said, he stepped to the campfire, took a deep breath, and reached out to touch the blue flame.
He closed his eyes and looked up to the sky. Under the sky, he was quickly completely covered by the faint blue fire. The pain that touched his soul made him unable to even stand, but he only trembled a few times.
Opening his eyes again, the blue flame formed by the burning of his soul and body has completely illuminated the world. Whether it is the sky or the earth, whether it is a shadow or a corner, everything in the world has been illuminated.
Looking up at the sky, because of the light, the abyss is fully revealed. Jenkins can even see the black flash at the highest point of the hanging abyss, which is the core of [Undead Abyss]. Considering that what is currently displayed is the power transformed by the difference engine, it is presumed that the core is also displayed in a mechanical form.
He burned the fire he produced, and finally let the door of the mysterious realm that was emitting white light, but seemed a little unstable, appear on the edge of the cluster of tombstones.
The flames were still licking his body and soul. The soul was so strong that it could not be destroyed, but it was painful like needles, but his body was scorched black in the flames. The spirit in the body was quickly consumed, and it was not far from the trigger boundary of the undead.
Stepping away from the bonfire, the metal skull originally said that the flames could not leave the place, but it still followed Jenkins and burned him a little bit.
Enduring the pain, he turned his mental power into thought power, letting the remaining two metal cocoons and the backpack float behind him, moving towards the door together with him.
But when all the flames left the bonfire, and there was no more light on the bones in the bonfire, the sitting metal skeleton suddenly stood up.
"Oops!"
The rotting human head let out a loud cry, and then got into the mud at once. The three corpses lying on the obsidian also began to tremble crazily, but they could no longer leave.
The burning Jenkins raised his head and saw clearly that the sky was falling. It may be difficult to understand this, but he understands that the power of [Undead Abyss] has been activated.