"Is there anything else you can do?"
Seeing that the situation was critical, Jenkins asked his companion again in a low voice.
"Yes, but it will take some preparation time."
The woman also answered with a weak voice.
"Okay, then please hurry up before I get killed..."
After speaking, she let go of Miss Magic and took a step forward alone, her right foot sank deeply into the snow. In fact, there is another way now, and that is to go to Loen City and ask Alexia to come and help, just like how he fought against the vampires that day. But Jenkins isn't sure that every spiritual magnet is with her, and it's obviously not a good idea to take consciousness out of the body in this situation.
"I thought you should know..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Clark disappeared into the air again. He didn't mean to talk nonsense with Jenkins at all. Jenkins twisted his body subconsciously, the claw that was trying to grab the heart only took off a small piece of flesh on his arm.
The combination of undead body and healing ability allows Jenkins to support for a little longer, and he will also intermittently use [Given Knowledge] and [Profane Production] to force Mr. Clark to retreat, preventing him from getting close to the magic that is kneeling on one knee and raising his hands Miss.
This is the first tough battle that Jenkins has faced in a real sense. Although he is not worried about losing in the end with divinity in hand, the pain in his body will not disappear because of this.
It can be seen that Clark did not use his full strength, otherwise Jenkins would lose. He should have suddenly become interested in the enemy in front of him, especially the unimaginable regenerative ability.
Although he avoided the premonition of defeat of "listening to the enemy's nonsense", he fell into another trap of "I can win so I have to catch the living".
But after all, Mr. Clark has a normal IQ. Seeing that there was a stalemate for a while, he hesitated, took the initiative to take a step back for the first time, and then stretched out his right thumb to face Jenkins.
An illusion of being stared at by a prehistoric giant came to my mind, and at this moment I felt an astonishing heat on my back.
"Get out of the way!"
The woman reminded.
Jenkins kicked his feet and jumped to the side, and almost a moment before landing, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Clark's thumbnail falling off and flying out, and a silver humanoid skeleton holding a huge ax walked away from behind the nail. Come out, growl and rush towards this side; while in the other direction, a beam of light from the sky shines in front of Miss Magic, a vague shadow in a red cloak slides towards Mr. Clark like a ghost.
The energy of the lasing and the aftermath of the explosion almost collapsed the gravekeeper's hut nearby, and the heat evaporated all the snow in the entire cemetery. Smelling the smell of burnt hair, Jenkins didn't care to check whether he was injured, and immediately got up with his hands on the gravel on the ground. Wearing a monocle, he found the fallen man in the billowing black smoke. Miss Magic.
She didn't even have the strength to stand up, her body was as soft as if she had no bones, and she had to lean on Jenkins to keep from falling.
In the other direction, Mr. Clark stepped out of the large pit at the center of the explosion with heavy steps. In addition to the black scorched marks and holes in the messy clothes, the straight hair and neat beard seemed to be mocking the two people opposite.
"B-11-5-0482, stand-in doll."
The woman groans/groans.
"Yes... I understand, believers of the God of Rituals, this is really rare. I didn't expect there to be believers of this goddess in Nolan City."
Clark said relaxedly, not getting closer to Jenkins and Miss Magic. Holding his right hand empty, a black long spear extended bit by bit from the palm of his hand to both ends, and finally appeared completely in his hand.
"This is... a gift!"
Jenkins swallowed.
"If you have a way to leave, then please leave me alone."
The woman's lips were trembling, and her strength was not enough to support her to say this sentence completely.
"No, there is no need to leave."
Although a little reconciled, but now I can only use divinity. As for Miss Magic, I only hope that the almighty divinity can also give Jenkins the ability to erase memories.
"No, there are other possibilities!"
I have been in trouble more than once, but every time fate can give guidance. Call out the ability light spot and activate [Unknown Way Ahead].
But it didn't work, and this time fate didn't give Jenkins any hints. At least so far, he has not clearly grasped those important fate nodes.
The cat, who didn't want to move, just wanted to return to the warm embrace as soon as possible, had no choice but to trot into the deep pit that was still emitting thick smoke. The explosion just now did not have any impact on Mr. Clark at all. The damage to his clothes caused some things in his pockets to fall out accidentally.
No one noticed that the cat quickly dug a small hole in the warm and soft soil with its paws, and then pulled out a test tube containing rust-colored ** from the soil.
It glanced at the thing under its paws with some distaste, lowered its head and bit it, then jumped out of the deep pit and ran towards Jenkins.
No one paid attention to the small animal on the edge of the battlefield. It easily made a wide circle and appeared from behind Jenkins.
"Meow~"
The cat put the things it brought at Jenkins' feet, and the three people present lowered their heads at the same time...
"Gear germ stock solution!"
Jenkins has seen this thing before, and when he read the history of the terrifying monster, he clearly saw the manufacturing process of the ** in these test tubes. Even the test tube seems to be the one in memory.
Quickly bent down to pick it up, just a little curious about how my cat suddenly became so smart.
Push the cork away with your thumb, tilting it slightly so that the milk seems to drip out.
"This should be yours, right? Are you still cooperating with the gear craftsman? You'd better be careful, otherwise I don't mind everyone becoming a gear man together."
Miss Magic's grip on Jenkins' hand tightened, as if she cared.
"You know this thing? That's interesting, don't you know the underground... No, it's impossible, the god you believe in can't allow you to do this."
He muttered to himself something that no one could understand, and the black spear in his hand waved twice, and then pointed the tip at Jenkins again.
"Your level should not exceed level 5. It is indeed admirable to be able to fight like this with me. But it is impossible to threaten me with this thing. You don't know all the secrets about this germ."
Squinting his eyes and activating [Unknown Way Ahead] again, the purple light clearly pointed out the direction of fate. Still holding the test tube in his right hand, he reached into his pocket with his left hand to take out Old Jack's bone container, popped off the lid, and the Song of the Giver lay quietly at the bottom of the container.
"Although the next move is crazy, I'm not crazy."
He turned his head and said to his companion, then suddenly raised his head and poured the two kinds of milk into his mouth at the same time.
PS: You don’t need divinity and don’t call for helpers. Jenkins has a lot of cards, but he doesn’t know how to combine them...