Jenkins broke free from the shackles of the giant ape's hands and jumped back to the ground, then watched the huge headless corpse crashing down, but soon turned into a pool of blood, and then stained the dusty ground red.
"It would be nice if the containment potion just now was kept."
Jenkins thought to himself, then took back the magic sword, and walked back to the nun sitting by the altar with the sword:
"Is that all right?"
"Okay, it's a neat and beautiful battle."
She reached to the side of the nun's gown, and out of nowhere, she produced a small bag and handed it to Jenkins. In the bag are 50 blood-red dice, which are the reward for this mission.
Jenkins did not open the small cloth bag to count carefully, but took a closer look at the bag, and confirmed that it was exactly the same as the one given by the bell ringer:
"Do you know the bell ringer under the clock tower?"
Otherwise, all the townspeople in the town have such standard cloth bags.
"know."
"The bell ringer told me I shouldn't go into the town's secrets."
"Then you should listen to him and leave here as soon as possible."
Said in a cold voice that seemed to have no emotion, Jenkins nodded and pointed to the cardboard again:
"Try injecting blood this time."
As he spoke, he stuffed the pocket he just had into his backpack.
The nun touched her side again, and found a metal object that was exactly the same as the syringe in the old woman's hand. The same rust and mottled, the same filth inside.
Jenkins took the syringe from the nun and stuck the needle into his arm:
"You know the intruder from a while ago? A steaming machine."
he asked as he pushed the piston.
"Know."
The nun spoke very little, but her voice was surprisingly nice.
"The bell ringer said that the other party set a trap for me here. Do you know what the trap is?"
The cold liquid had already entered Jenkins' body, and with the abnormal increase of his spirit, he could already see illusions in front of his eyes. But this didn't stop Jenkins from chatting with the nun, and it wouldn't bother him to focus on such simple things.
"That machine is also afraid of the town. Its trap is near the outer exit, but I don't know the exact location."
"If so, that would be great."
While looking at the phantom in front of him, he asked again:
"So, do you have a map of the town here?"
"No."
"Then how far is the current location from when I walk out of the town?"
"If you can find the shortest road, you've only traveled a tenth of the way from the clock tower to the town."
"So, the number of dice in my hand is enough for me to leave here?"
"The farther you get to the outskirts of the town, the more complicated the road is. Without a map, even if you get all the dice I can provide, you're just barely leaving, and even barely leaving depends on luck."
Jenkins nodded knowingly, then frowned suddenly, but said nothing. Both of them stopped talking, and the church suddenly fell silent. It took five minutes before he let out a long sigh and returned the syringe in his hand to the nun:
"So I'm going to describe what I saw... Is that a story about you?"
The vision he saw was the story of a nun living in modern times in the 18th century, and he couldn't see the appearance of the nun in the vision, but Jenkins thought it was the nun in front of him.
"Yes, you injected my blood."
"Your blood? You just came here too?"
"The time and space of the town are completely distorted. Savior, maybe when I was alive, I lived in a very similar age to you, but when I came to the town, the town was just established. What you see is already a A long time ago."
Jenkins sighed and did not ask any more questions. He described in detail the complicated love-hate relationship between love, religion, country, friendship, and family that he had seen. The nun listened quietly. Just handed out the cloth bag containing 30 dice again, without expressing any opinions.
That was a long time ago for her, and although she could recollect the taste, it was not worth worrying about those things.
Jenkins looked at each other with some regret, and then pointed to the last line:
"I'm going to challenge you."
"are you sure?"
Her voice was still cold, and she stood up slowly after receiving Jenkins' reconfirmation. It was only at this time that Jenkins realized that the other party's height was about the same as his own.
The nun stretched her hand aside, like Jenkins took out the Bone Holy Sword from the air, and took out a blood-red metal long stick from the air.
It was the first time Jenkins saw someone using a long stick as a weapon in this world. He didn't dare to be careless. He threw the magic sword and luggage aside first, and switched to the more familiar holy bone sword.
"If I kill you, you lose."
said the nun.
"I want to kill you too, so I win?"
"No, if you can really beat me, I will surrender."
"Then can I surrender too?"
"no, you can not."
While answering, the nun tiptoed silently and rushed towards Jenkins, but when Jenkins swung his sword to meet him, the other party suddenly disappeared into the air.
Jenkins froze for a moment, blinked his eyes, then turned to look sideways:
"It's better not to be invisible, just fight me directly."
He kindly gave advice, swung a sword and collided with the air, there was a sound of metal clanging, sparks bloomed in the air but disappeared immediately. The traces drawn by the blade whistled in the wind, and the long stick and the nun disappeared again.
In general, in unarmed combat and cold weapon combat, although Jenkins has a special unarmed combat course, but because of the [hero] ability, he has more experience in the use of cold weapons.
In close combat, no matter what the skills are, one's own physical fitness and reaction speed actually play a key role. The nuns in the town didn't know what kind of creature they should be classified as, but although the opponent's use of cold weapons was slightly stronger than Jenkins, his physical fitness was far inferior to him, so in this battle, from the moment they fought, Jenkins knew that he It's a win.
The abilities displayed by the nun, in addition to the excellent use of cold weapons and short-term invisibility, can also use a blood-red light to add an "enchanting" effect to their weapons. Although the long stick with the blood-red light couldn't destroy the Holy Bone Sword, Jenkins could feel the blood in his body boiling every time the two weapons collided.
In addition, the nun is also proficient in some simple blood-related spells. If someone else was her opponent, she might be defeated because the cold weapon master suddenly chanted a curse, but Jenkins affects her own blood by manipulating vitality, so she is not afraid of those curses and negative effects.