Hearing Jenkins explain again, the woman nodded, closed her eyes for the third time without saying a word and disappeared in place.
Jenkins finally switched the cane from his left hand to his right hand, and then slammed the cane into the crack of the brick with one hand.
The majestic spirit seemed to form the shape of the world tree again behind him, and the green halo gradually spread, sweeping across the entire space like a shock wave. The dust accumulated on the ground for hundreds of years and thousands of years drifted away, and the spirit of life rushed to the ground, and the seeds sprinkled by Jenkins quickly grew into vines, gushing out from the cracks in the bricks.
The vines became thicker and longer, lifting Jenkins to the sky smoothly, but more of them grew wildly without restraint until they flooded the entire hall.
Jenkins controlled the vines under his feet and lifted himself up to the beam of skylight. The light was warm, and it was indeed the light of the sun. He looked down at the vines rolling and floating on the ground like tentacles, and watched the woman chopping those plants crazily.
Half an hour later, the woman was tied up like a mummy and lifted to the same height as Jenkins, and the vines stopped growing.
Green plants cling to the walls, occupying the entire space on the ground. The originally empty stone hall is filled with green plants, but it looks even more old and dilapidated.
The vines loosened part of the woman's face, allowing her head to emerge. The woman looked at the man under the beam of light close at hand, he seemed to be glowing:
"Spellcaster."
Although the physical strength of melee professionals in the past era is unimaginable for the present "weak body" benefactors. But no matter what era it is in, spellcasters are always stronger than non-casters. This is an unchangeable rule, so after Jenkins gave up defeating the enemy head-on, he knew he had won.
"I seem to be a bit invincible."
"No, you did win."
The woman shook her head:
"Then kill me."
"Are you not afraid?"
Jenkins leaned over and asked:
"Why should you be afraid? I'm already dead. Besides, everything around me will leave me with the arrival of the end. Even if I win you, what's the point? Knowing the future era, There is still a strong civilization going on, and that is enough for me."
From Jenkins' speech and clothing, she could see the degree of civilization of Jenkins' time.
"Okay then...do you have anything else to say?"
Jenkins didn't do it right away. After all, he asked a lot of questions just now, so he should let the other party enjoy the same treatment.
"There is indeed a question. Civilization will be lost from our time. Does this affect you?"
asked the woman in the vine "mummy."
"It has an impact, but not much. After all, as long as intelligent life exists, there will be a chance to start from scratch sooner or later."
"That's good."
The woman closed her eyes, and Jenkins called out his own sword. Although he won this time, he always felt unhappy.
"They are all poor people living at the end of the era."
He sighed in his heart.
Stepping out from the fiery red door frame again, the flame obtained this time is obviously much stronger than the first time. The man in full body armor for the first time only suppressed Jenkins briefly with a hand crossbow. He was not actually strong, but the woman just now was a real strong man. If it weren't for her lack of knowledge of Jenkins, Jenkins would not have won so simply.
"This time the intensity is not bad."
The man in front of the furnace still kept his arms crossed, and the fire light was a little stronger, allowing Jenkins to see more details of the man's body and clothing in front of the furnace.
"So are you going to build a compass, or continue the challenge?"
he asked.
"How many flames would be needed to make a compass? How long would it take?"
"It needs three-quarters of the flames here, and the time is just a blink of an eye."
"What if I want to use this compass?"
Jenkins will get from the town, the compass for finding items up close, out of the backpack.
"Then only half of the current flame is needed, and the time is still in the blink of an eye."
Jenkins thought for a while and nodded in agreement. So he handed the compass to the other party, took two steps back, and saw the flame flowing out of the furnace gate like a long rope again, wrapping the compass, and then completely entered the inside of the compass.
The brightness of the flames in the hearth plummeted, and Jenkins retrieved the compass from the man in the hunting suit. It was warm, and the aura was stronger than before. But the appearance has not changed much, only a circle of fiery red shiny runes has been added to the metal shell.
"Actually, I'm curious. Since you are in charge of guarding the furnace, what is the significance of its existence?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Need meaning?"
"Of course."
The hunting suit man smiled:
"You guessed it right, this is not an ordinary delusion. This is a place built by a great person for a special purpose. If you can rekindle the flame, I can tell you what the purpose is for free."
Jenkins was noncommittal, turned around and aimed the newly acquired compass at the door frame closest to him, and the pointer turned immediately, but not fast. Pointing to the next door frame again, this time the pointer turned faster.
"Is the value judged by the speed of the pointer..."
He thought to himself, and then spent some time trying it. The strongest door frame can make the pointer turn so that only afterimages can be seen. There are three similar door frames, that is to say, there are three most difficult challenges.
"Just two of them are enough to restore the furnace to its original flame."
The man in the black hunting suit called out from behind Jenkins, and Jenkins put down the compass. But instead of picking any of the three, he headed for the slightly slower-revving door.
Although the time in the Paradise is limited, it is impossible for Jenkins to use multiple challenges to the weak to complete the goal, but before confronting the strongest, Jenkins thinks it is necessary to test how strong the strongest are.
He was very worried that the power of the beast of disaster hidden this time was in one of the three doors.
Although it is difficult to quantify the speed of the compass needle rotation with the naked eye, Jenkins estimates that the door he chose this time is probably second only to the three most challenging ones.
After crossing the flaming door frame, Jenkins stepped into the water with one foot. The water is not deep, not even below the feet, but this undoubtedly shows the bad environment.
The sky took on its normal dusk colour, and Jenkins' shadow stretched across the street behind him in the setting sun. At this time, the environment should be a certain town, and traces of people's lives can be seen around, but at this moment, the corpses of the townspeople are piled up in the street. Just now, Jenkins either stepped in a puddle, or stepped in a puddle of blood inside.
"What happened here?"
Because it is a town, from the appearance of the buildings and the clothes of the people, it can be seen that this is definitely the thirteenth century. There may be deviations in the architectural style, but the words on the signboard will not be wrong.
Looking at the surrounding corpses, various types of scars can be seen on many corpses, and there are even traces of wild beast bites on a few corpses. It's not like it was done by one person, but as Jenkins moved forward, all kinds of weird corpses appeared in turn, beasts, unidentifiable aliens, humans, elves, laboratory synthetic orcs, vampires, dwarves, halflings Wait, wait, Jenkins even saw the corpses of a few demons, pressing the remains of a gargoyle with only a head left.
After walking a few more steps, he left the street and entered the central square of the town.
Stepping into the square, the sky at dusk suddenly became bleak, and the sunset glow with some traces of accumulated rain disappeared with the sun, but without the sun, the sky still showed a terrible dim yellow. The town suddenly fell into disrepair, just like the forests and shelters I encountered just now, it took a long time before it suddenly freezes.
The original fountain in the center of the square holding a horizontal image of a child is now only left with a circle of surrounding stones, and the statue has disappeared. The ground of the plaza, which was neatly paved with stone slabs, was covered with dust and moss, and no one had set foot here for a long time.
What stood under the dim yellow sky was not a person, but a metal statue. It looks like a human being, but it has four hands and three heads. It is about the same size as Jenkins. The four hands hold four weapons: a sword, a scimitar, a short staff, and a spear, and six eyes are six kinds of weapons. Different magic eyes.
"Golem?"
With his knowledge of alchemy gleaned from the Kamel family legacy, Jenkins recognized what was in front of him. He thought that his opponent was not only human beings, but he never thought that it could be such a man-made alchemy weapon.
"Making golems is a lost top art in alchemy. Even the inheritance of the Kamel family has not completely inherited all the manufacturing processes of golems. But Miss Bevanna seems to have said that creation and the Church of Mechanics, death Both the Church of the End and the Doomsday seem to keep the manufacturing method of this kind of thing. Although the golem is definitely lifeless, as long as the energy core can be found for this kind of thing... "
Jenkins squinted his eyes and looked at his opponent. The location of the strong aura must be the core of the golem, similar to a human heart.
But he just went to take a closer look at his opponent. The golem, which was standing still, seemed to be activated, and the six magic eyes revealed the color of wisdom:
"Find the target."
The voice is very stiff, indicating that it has not been endowed with too much wisdom:
"Praise the great wisdom and destroy the savior!"
While speaking, he was facing Jenkins' eyes, accumulating different energies and releasing them all in an instant. Jenkins was only a little slow to react, and his right hand was rubbed by the blue light, and the whole arm suddenly lost consciousness, and it took at least two seconds for it to return to normal.
Jenkins was not surprised by what the other party said. If the difference machine didn't tamper with the door frame, he would be puzzled instead.