Jenkins' full-strength jump and chop, even though he hadn't hit the target, made the scalp of the battle-tested man in the armor tingle.
Under the crisis, he made the quickest reaction. The man could only give up archery temporarily, but raised his other hand, trying to use his armor to block Jenkins' downward strike. He had a considerable degree of trust in his armor, but it was a pity that he misestimated the power of the weapon in Jenkins' hands, and without any pause, the left hand armor and palm were chopped off like tofu.
Fortunately, the man reacted in time, and the crossbow in his right hand was raised immediately to hold the sword that Jenkins continued to slash. The strength of the man is far inferior to Jenkins, but the crossbow of the numbered item cannot be broken by Jenkins with a single blow.
Even so, the heavy armor still seems to have sunk two centimeters on the ground, allowing the man in the armor to stabilize his figure:
"What monster are you?"
He had never encountered an enemy with such good weapons, good skills, and great strength at the same time. Generally speaking, it was impossible for anyone to have all three at the same time.
Jenkins didn't answer him. Seeing that he had the upper hand, he still held the sword in his right hand and pressed down on the crossbow. He released the sword with his left hand and punched his opponent in the abdomen.
Because one hand was disabled and the other hand was holding Jenkins' sword forcefully, the punch was not stopped. Although the armor was thick, it was easily pierced by Jenkins' hard blow.
Even though [Power of Titan] was absorbed by the World Tree seedlings, this power did not disappear. Stepping on the ground and exerting force on the waist, after the fist pierced through the armor, it pierced through the opponent's body again, and then penetrated the layer of metal on the back.
Blood flowed down Jenkins' arms and fists, and the strength holding Jenkins' holy sword gradually weakened, and the flame of life was extinguished little by little in the opponent's body.
To be honest, although Jenkins was well prepared, the first opponent was not strong at all. Even if it weren't for the crossbow and this armor, the man's strength and speed would not have broken through the upper limit of normal humans.
So, the fight was Jenkins bullying.
"I rarely kill people, let alone kill a complete stranger like you."
Jenkins whispered, pulling his arm out of the man's stomach.
"I'm the opposite of you. I don't need a reason to kill someone."
The voice in the armor was muffled and weak.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Jenkins asked again, when his hand penetrated the opponent's abdomen, he also took life away at that moment. People in the armor probably won't die of blood loss, but will die of old age.
"There is nothing to say. I have killed countless people in my life, and I like to challenge the strong. It is good luck to meet an opponent like you after death. Not everyone is qualified to fight a monster like you. "
After that, neither of them spoke again. After waiting for the other party to die, Jenkins lifted the helmet and saw that it was a man with a scruffy beard. Because the vitality was taken away, his haggard face looked like a mummy, but it could still be seen from the shape of his face that he was a tough person before.
This is indeed an ordinary human, resembling the appearance of the tribal people near the snowy mountains in the north.
"Fortunately, you died here originally, so it's not like I killed you."
Jenkins whispered again, looking up at the blood-red sky:
"So, how do I get back?"
The fiery red door frame was just a one-way door. After Jenkins came here, the door frame didn't follow.
Fortunately, at the same time as he raised the question, the corpse he was carrying in his hand automatically burned into flames, and the flames flowed, once again outlining the rectangular door frame in the air.
Jenkins didn't step in immediately, but bent down to pick up the opponent's crossbow, which was a good thing. It's a pity that his hand went straight through the crossbow, as if the handle crossbow was just a phantom:
"I know it's not that simple."
Shaking his head, he straightened his waist and walked back through the door frame to return to the metal melting furnace. The position was still the same, but a steady stream of flames flowed out of the door frame and rushed into the furnace through the gap in the gate below the furnace.
The fire light was slightly brighter, and Jenkins felt the warmth of the light, but it was far from enough. After all, the enemy just now was indeed not strong.
"If there are only enemies of this level, you only need to kill and burn 23 more to restore the furnace to its original flame.
The man in hunting suit leaning on the outside of the furnace reminded him as if he knew what Jenkins was thinking.
"Do you think I picked such a weak person on purpose?"
Jenkins responded unceremoniously, and then asked:
"So, is there a way to detect the strength of the enemy behind each door?"
I thought there was no answer, but I didn't expect the other party to speak:
"Of course there is. The flames here are almost omnipotent. This fire can be used to forge detection tools, but this small flame is far from enough."
"Oh well."
He looked back at the hundreds of doors behind him:
"This strange situation seems to be much simpler than I thought."
The door frame with flames constantly flowing out had completely disappeared. Jenkins blinked his eyes with the holy sword in his hand, reconfirmed that the aura intensity of each door was the same, and then chose a brand new door to step in.
It seems to be a passage inside an ancient building, and both ends of the passage should be connected to the outside world, because Jenkins can feel the cool wind.
The wall above this passage is very high, but not very wide. There are corpses all around, and not the corpses of the living, but the corpses of the dead.
He didn't move forward immediately, but squatted down to check the mummy that was cut into three pieces closest to him. The mummy used to be a very strong opponent. From the traces of cutting, Jenkins could imagine the three sharp cuts of the corpse with almost no shadow.
"Undead creature?"
These corpses are all undead creatures, and they are all mummy. Combined with the current environment, Jenkins even guessed whether he had come to a tomb left by an ancient era.
"Could it be that the opponent this time is a grave robber?"
He shook his head and threw out the information that had nothing to do with the strange world. Take two steps forward, check the other corpses again, and confirm that your opponent is good at using sharp blades such as daggers and short knives, and his shots are extremely fast and his strength is quite good. There were no traces of incantations around, nor any traces left after the use of magic.
In such an area where the undead gather, once the magic is used, the traces will not be erased at all, so Jenkins concluded that his opponent is a pure melee illegal professional.
This is quite incomprehensible in the 18th century. It is normal for all the extraordinary beings in the 18th century, that is, the gifted ones, to have superior spellcasting abilities without melee combat ability. People in the extraordinary system of the eighteenth century couldn't understand the reason why they only used non-magic abilities after touching the mystery.
Although Jenkins lived in the era, he could rely on rituals, potions, and even the ancestral training methods passed down to Jenkins by Miss Bevanna, or the special body modification technology of the Church of Mechanics, to cultivate knights or warriors that are not inferior to the gifted ones. , but even a bored person wouldn't do that.
After all, in the current system, as long as one is talented and willing to read, there is almost no threshold for learning spells and magical arts. Even if one has no money, there are still some spell abilities that do not require expensive materials. Like Professor Burns, a person who bestows most of his abilities on martial arts is already an outlier, let alone someone who doesn't learn any spells or divine arts.
"According to the development of the Transcendent system that my father said, the age when non-spellcasters can still see it is the fifteenth era at the latest."
Jenkins deduced that, after all, the current indoor environment was not built at the current time, so it was impossible to judge the time by the architectural style or the clothing characteristics of the mummies.
"In the era before the fifteenth century, it was very similar to the fantasy world in my impression."
He went on to analyze that, according to Dad's personal classification, the eighteen epochs that have passed can actually be divided into four parts very simply.
Myth, fantasy, dark and modern. The Age of Mythology refers to the era when contemporary people could not find written records, but most religious myths originated. At that time, the gods often walked on the earth; In 2000, it was very similar to the world of Dungeons and Dragons imagined by Jenkins; the Dark Ages was an era in which civilization suffered continuous failures at the end of the epoch; modern times were counted from the end of the seventeenth century, and humans were able to fully describe history The thousand years of context.
Of course, the above is the definition of history that the old man casually drew when he was teaching his young apprentices, but there is no such term in academics.
Of course, Dad wouldn't tell Jenkins how to fight a superpower who doesn't know how to cast spells and specializes in melee combat, and the church wouldn't teach such outdated things, just like the church wouldn't teach Jenkins how to fight a monster. The ancient Balrog, this thing has long since disappeared.
Fortunately, Jenkins never lost his mind when he was in class. When his father was out of business in the antique shop, he was also willing to share some historical anecdotes with his apprentices, so he didn't know everything.
First of all, melee superpowers who don't know how to cast spells don't know how to resist spells. Therefore, against them, the effect of spells is actually not better than direct suppression with force. Secondly, this kind of extraordinary abilities, which are no longer found in modern times, retain the special skills of using cold weapons that have been passed down from ancient times.
Later, some of these skills were transformed into red combat abilities, such as [Sword Dance·Whirlwind], and some were passed down like the special skills of Miss Bevanna's mother's family. A larger part is lying in the libraries of various churches and illegal ancient organizations that have lasted for thousands of years. If there is no accident, no one will be willing to look at it.
Even though Jenkins likes to use swords to solve problems, he can be sure that his use of cold weapons is definitely not the opponent of the melee masters at this point in time.
[Sword Dance·Whirl] He can only use it once, although because it is solidified in the gifter's ability system, the effect and power of the use are definitely better than those of the users in the old era, but if he is unlucky and he misses this move, then continue The opponent who comes down is very likely to be able to use Sword Dance one after another, and may even use the legendary "Blade Storm".