"So, I'm afraid the sword can't be used anymore."
After summarizing the current information, Jenkins retracted the sword, and then took out the stick:
"It's probably good."
He nodded and moved on.
The passage was not long. Jenkins left the passage full of mummies in less than five minutes and entered the wide closed hall like a square.
At the end of the passage, you can see eight exquisite stone statues standing in eight directions of the square hall, and there are various styles of colorful murals on the walls. In the center of the space is a huge stone statue for worship. The dome is arc-shaped and covered with chandeliers. These chandeliers provide light together with the candles inserted on the ground, which makes the environment look beautiful.
But as Jenkins stepped into it, everything around him seemed to have changed over the millennium. The originally flat ground became potholed, the stone statues were broken, the murals were blurred, and the mold seemed to be floating in the air. Everything around is in decay. Looking back, the passageway when I came here has been blocked by the collapse, and I can only see the hands of the unknown mummy hanging down from the cracks in the stone.
The colossus that originally stood in the center of the hall has fallen down, and only some candle stubs are left to be seen from the burning candles. A beam of skylight slanted down from the extremely high place of the invisible dome, and the dust in the beam fell slowly, as if time had been frozen.
This beam of sky light illuminates the giant stone statue lying alone beside the rock base. A thin woman in leather armor is standing under the light and stepping on the severed head of the stone statue. Against the backdrop of the surrounding darkness, she seems to be walking Like glowing.
The woman looked down at Jenkins who was standing at the end of the passage, and Jenkins saw a scar on her face extending from under the left eye, across the bridge of the nose, and stopped at the corner of the mouth. Her hair, which was not very long, was tied in a single ponytail In the back of the head, this is a very capable image.
"Half-elf?"
Although the woman is human, the elf language is surprisingly good.
"Yes, I'm here to..."
"Needless to say, I know your purpose"
"You know that too? That would save a lot of work... But before we do it, I want to ask a question."
Jenkins raised a finger, which also meant that he did not plan to attack for the time being.
"You ask."
The temper of the woman is really good.
"Where is this place now? Ancient ruins? Ancient tombs? Or in the era you live in, you like to build such deliberately old antique buildings?"
"No, this is a shelter."
The woman inserted her hand into the air and took out a short dagger. The dazzling aura revealed that it was undoubtedly a numbered item. She held it in her bandaged hand and waved it familiarly to stir the air, even though Jenkins was far away. Scalp tingling.
"At the end of the era, the savior failed. The church and the kingdom jointly built the final refuge, hoping that people could escape the doomsday here... But how could it be so easy? You can also see the situation here, I am the last survivor By."
The woman shook her head:
"No, I'm dead too. So, are there any more questions?"
"What is the manifestation of the end of your era?"
Jenkins asked again, and the woman wasn't bothered by it:
"The external manifestation is similar to the curse of petrification. Any substance will turn into stone, and even the air will turn into stone in some areas. I am not a spellcaster, so I cannot tell you the deeper reason or form of disaster. Stone will Put together a colossus, a colossus would destroy civilization, that's all I've seen."
"I see, it's all right now."
Jenkins didn't ask where the mummies in the collapsed passage behind him came from, he wasn't curious about anything.
"Okay, let's start then."
The woman closed her eyes, and in the next second, she completely disappeared from Jenkins' vision, and even the real eye couldn't see her aura. Inspiration captures no trace of the woman at all, as if she has disappeared into the world.
But Jenkins did not deliberately look for the other party, but held the cane in his left hand, and sprinkled some plant seeds with his right hand, letting them fall into the cracks in the bricks.
Although there is a petrification curse, this shelter probably has undergone special treatment, so the soil under the floor tiles is very fertile, enough for seeds to take root and germinate.
After he sprinkled the seeds, he raised his left hand, and with a clang sound, the cane caught the stabbed dagger. The woman didn't try hard with Jenkins, because she knew that she was definitely not an opponent as soon as she touched it, so after releasing it, she jumped back and retreated into the shadow that the sky couldn't even illuminate:
"Can you see me?"
The woman asked with a calm tone, which was stating a fact.
"No, at least not yet."
"Then why can I know exactly which direction I am going to shoot the knife from?"
She was really curious about the question, not trying to beat Jenkins, so Jenkins responded:
"Although you are fast, there is no sound, and you don't even have killing intent against me, but the smell on your body is too strong."
This doesn't mean that the other party doesn't like to take a bath, nor does it mean that the woman is crazy and wants to spray herself with perfume. She smells like those mummified corpses. Although it seemed like thousands of years had passed since Jenkins stepped here, in fact, for the woman, she had just escaped the passage and died here with the mummies, so of course the smell of those corpses on her body could not disappear immediately.
"I see, I never thought I would make such a mistake."
Saying that, the woman took a step back, closed her eyes, and disappeared again.
This is not pure invisibility, nor is it like entering the shadow world. Considering that the woman closed her eyes twice before disappearing, Jenkins is more inclined to believe that this is the magic eye or some kind of rule-based spiritualism.
He still stood where he was, as if admiring the magnificent view of the sky shining on the head of a giant stone sculpture, and also as if he was carefully examining the trail of dust floating in the light. But suddenly his left hand raised again, this time instead of holding the opponent's weapon, he let the staff strike the short blade very neatly.
Under the huge impact, the woman's wrist was folded back, but she didn't let the dagger out of her hand, and she was forced to back up again, out of the attack range of Jenkins' cane:
"The smell on my body should disappear, how did you find me this time?"
she asked again.
"When you approach me, you should launch an attack immediately instead of observing me and waving in front of me to confirm whether you really can't see it. Although I don't know how you can perfectly hide your body, but in close At a distance, I can barely see you. So, once you get close, don't leave a gap for observation, or you will definitely be spotted by me."