The afterglow of the setting sun filled the woods on the outskirts of the city. One person and one skeleton stared at each other. The man was full of doubts:
"Can the skeleton talk? Where does it vibrate to make the sound?"
The common sense of the Boon and the common man is the same on this point: skeletons cannot speak.
"No... Don't meddle in your own business, you won't find me."
The creepy voice continued, and Jenkins stood there silently, not understanding what it meant.
"Today is just a lesson for you. If you still dare to meddle in my affairs, it will not be so simple next time."
"..."
Jenkins still didn't know what was going on, but he knew he was being threatened. Looking at the skeleton vigilantly, the flame was attached to his right hand. But after the skeleton let out an ugly sneer at last, he scattered the ashes in one go, and dissipated in the forest with the evening wind.
When Jenkins stepped into the dry woods, the chocolate got into the man's coat because of the snow falling from the branches. At this time, it was even quieter, as if it didn't exist, which allowed Jenkins to better judge the surrounding situation.
The pocket watch chain did not vibrate, which at least meant that his life was not in danger. Thinking of this, he hesitantly walked out from behind the tree, and at this time the skeleton had almost completely shattered into pieces and disappeared.
"What do you mean... oh, I see."
Dozens of small soil bumps suddenly appeared on the land in front of him. The new soil dug out broke through the snow cover, and there were even dark traces of moisture.
Turning back, the same situation appeared behind him, and he seemed to be surrounded unconsciously.
"interesting."
The man said softly, and as his words came out, the small soil bag was continuously raised by the things in the ground, and finally formed a new grave-like mound. Hands and bodies with rotten flesh broke through the shackles of snow and soil to see the sky again, but more of them were bare skeletons.
At a glance, the number of these undead creatures is about 15 to 20. Each holds a crude metal weapon in his hand. The weapons, mostly rusted swords, did not match what remained of the corpse's clothing. From this point of view, the corpses should have been transported here from elsewhere.
"Let me think about it. The skeleton just now can't share the field of vision, but it can let the maker know the general situation nearby through a special method. So that timid guy led me to this already arranged corpse warehouse or trap , and that’s why the present situation occurs.”
That's the rough guess, and the truth isn't that far off. I am afraid that the black hands behind this matter will not be found for a while, and the most important thing in front of us is to deal with these dirty things. Today, without a cane, he can only fight with bare hands. Although he has no cleanliness, he is also I feel uncomfortable in my heart.
In the traditional sense, items with divine magic power have a destructive effect on all forces that conflict with the god's vocation. Fortunately, all righteous gods, including the end of death, have a priesthood similar to [protect the living].
Jenkins held a pistol in his left hand, with blessed bullets in the gun. His right fist was burning with flames. He smelled the increasingly strong smell of corpses in the air, and looked at the group of corpses that gradually surrounded him. Their speed is very fast, and they can faintly see the action tracks that cooperate with each other to block the way out, which means that these undead are not simple cannon fodder.
Boom~
With the sound of the first gunshot, the terrifying undead surrounded in a circle rushed towards Jenkins at the same time. His bullet worked, and his body dexterously jumped up and turned 360 degrees in the air for the final return. to the original position.
With the rotation of the body, the flame on the right fist pulled out a bright line of fire in the cold evening wind. With Jenkins' control, the flames flew out like spreading ripples, directly igniting the circle of undead closest to Jenkins.
The nemesis of undead creatures is light and fire, which even ordinary people know. Jenkins' flame is not ordinary fire, it works easily with one blow.
Relying on this method, he dealt with most of the remaining undead in the next five minutes. Scorched black bones lay all over the snow, and the air seemed to be heated by flames.
As the sun was setting, the man in a black windbreaker frowned and supported the snow to stand up. Directly in front of him, a skeleton with scorched black bones all over his body was staring at him with a scimitar glowing with cold light.
This undead is different from all the others just now, its extraordinary power can be seen just from its exquisite weapons. The height of the undead may have exceeded 7 feet (about 2.13 meters), and judging from the holes in the skull and the cracks in the sternum, he must have suffered terrible torture before his death.
"Meow~"
The cat was taken out of Jenkins' chest and thrown to a branch aside. It screamed childishly, while Jenkins focused on the undead.
The setting sun revealed the last ray of light behind it, and the tragic light reflected on the snow surface, refracting dazzling light in all directions. Two blue sparks suddenly lit up in the skull's eye sockets. When it stared at Jenkins, the numbness of its scalp made its back tremble uncontrollably.
"Dad mentioned this phenomenon, let me think about it..."
Because living in the city, it is difficult to come into contact with undead creatures, so Jenkins has not studied this knowledge deeply enough:
"Remember, the blue flame represents a high-level undead creature, mastering most of the innate abilities of the undead race, at least equivalent to a fourth-level gifter. Can this thing be made artificially?"
While thinking, the newborn high-level undead had already rushed towards Jenkins with the scimitar. He didn't have a weapon in his hand to block, so he could only throw out his flame again, but was accidentally split by the knife in the hand of the undead.
It was only then that Jenkins noticed that although the knife was not a special item, it was definitely treated specially by the ceremony. It must include the high-level enchanting ritual [Fire Avoidance], which should be the only nemesis of the Inextinguishable Fire.
The speed of retreat is no faster than the speed of charge, and the distance between the two of them is less than one foot in one breath. The scimitar split the air and slashed at Jenkins' arm. The man dodged deftly, and at the same time punched the skeleton's left arm.
The bones immediately began to freeze and spread towards the shoulder bones, but before reaching the head, they were stopped by the blue flames in the skull's eyes.
The scimitar swept to the left, and the air shock caused by the blade even made Jenkins' skin feel painful. But this time he chose to jump into the air abruptly, with his legs curled up and the scimitar sweeping across the soles of his shoes.
The body changes direction in the air, the upper body leans back, the legs are lifted up while exerting force to the front, and the mouth subconsciously whispers:
"Ha~"
He kicked it violently, the original target was the skull's head, but he didn't expect to kick it on the frozen left arm. This time it was bad, because he kicked the ice too hard and shattered it.
The body landed steadily, and the machete struck again. The sound of breaking through the air sounded from the left, and the waist immediately twisted into a shape that was almost broken, and avoided it again in a thrilling manner.
Taking advantage of its empty door, he kicked his feet hard and rushed forward, the elbow of his left arm hit the hard bone, and his right hand stretched upwards to grab the skull.
There was a booming sound, and the entire skull burned. A few seconds later, the corpse that had fallen into eternal sleep again fell on the snow, and Jenkins staggered back, hitting a dead tree. Even though the snow on the tree fell all over his head, he didn't care about it, his body slid down the tree trunk, sat down on the snow, and his whole body was twitching there.
"Meow~"
The cat jumped down from the branch and walked to Jenkins' side with some worry. The man was too confident just now, and he made a low-level mistake, that is, living creatures must not directly touch the soul fragments of higher undead creatures.
That is the core of the undead, containing a huge amount of deadly spirits that are fatal to living bodies. And dying because of contact with this thing was called "one of the stupidest ways to die" hundreds of years ago.
"Meow~"
Chocolate wanted to rub Jenkins' gray-black right hand with his furry face, but Jenkins stopped him immediately. His face was blue and his whole body was weak, but he mustered his last strength and pushed the chocolate aside with his left hand.
The cyan air flow spread from the left hand to the whole body, and Jenkins seemed to be dying.
"You... quickly..."
Even the tongue has become numb in such a short period of time. In fact, if the flame of the purification candle is not still burning in the body, [Undead] may have already started to work.
"Meow~"
Chocolate refused to leave the man in front of him. It walked around the embarrassed writer under the tree and rubbed Jenkins' left hand with its small face.
A warm feeling flowed from the left hand, which must be an illusion caused by gratifying feelings.
The spirit of death spread throughout the body, and soon touched the heart. A spirit that cannot be seen by the naked eye entangled the heart, but before the heart was completely necrotic, the green spirit of life suddenly spewed out from that organ.
On the surface of the body, the gray qi and green qi seep out from the pores at the same time. They are entangled, like knights wrestling.
But the spirit of death is, after all, water without a source, oppressed to the limit by the power of life. The pure and terrifying life showed an overwhelming situation both in quality and quantity, but of course the spirit of death would not be willing to just die like this.
Jenkins' consciousness is now on the verge of coma and lucidity, his eyelids are drooping, and the world in front of him has become grotesque and unrecognizable.
In a trance, I saw some strange scenes:
Ahead, the huge tree and the lush green forest that I saw when I absorbed the divinity for the first time, the sky was blue and clear, and the plants exuded a little bit of emerald green brilliance, and farther away was a crystal clear circular lake. The horned beasts walk far in the meadows;
In the rear, the sky was covered by black clouds. In the moist soil of the gloomy cemetery lined with pointed tombstones, a huge sword was inserted obliquely. The decoration on the hilt was a skull with blue flames. It laughed wildly, and bone claws protruded from the ground of the cemetery, and dead souls and evil spirits were prowling in the dark sky. Of course, this scene is much smaller than the forest.
And Jenkins was standing in the middle of these two diametrically opposed landscapes at the moment, and his feet were neither life nor undead, but a land of steel composed of rotating gears. Under the violent sandstorm and the khaki-colored sky, scorching steam spewed out from the gaps in the gears, and loud bang bang bang bang bang bang bang resounded in the huge mechanical city above.
Although the power of the gear and steam industries is not comparable to that of the electrical age in Jenkins' memory, this large and orderly precision structure looks even more amazing.
The three strange illusions lasted only for a moment and then disappeared. This is the time when death is beaten back by life. Jenkins seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he was hung upside down under the tree again. Although the existence of the [undead] prevented him from falling into the abyss of death forever, but this time he once again glimpsed some secrets of death.
Although the profound knowledge and secrets cannot be understood and completely remembered, the feeling of the moment is deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart. The spirit of death took the opportunity to intervene, merging itself into this shallow understanding.
Knowledge condenses the core, secretly casts the framework, and thoughts interfere with reality—
A new power is born at this moment!
It only took two or three minutes to vaguely regain consciousness. The cat still rubbed against Jenkins' hand worriedly, which gave him great comfort. When he staggered back to the main road, he happened to bump into the carriage returning to the city, and the driver enthusiastically helped him into the carriage.
When he returned to church, he was still sore all over. When getting off the carriage, he almost fell down. Although Jenkins didn't have a mirror, he could tell from the worried expression on the driver's face that he looked bad.
The guards of the church noticed Jenkins at once, and hurried down the steps to help him, but someone was a step faster than him. The fortune teller Miss Audrey's carriage also stopped at this time. After the woman stepped out of the carriage, she naturally took Jenkins's arm, and then signaled the guards with her eyes to inform other people in the church.
Jenkins himself is one of the best healers in the city, and he's tried it out on the way back. But the soreness of the body does not seem to be a disease, but just simple muscle fatigue, for which we can only rely on natural recovery.
The Keeper of Secrets, Mr. Smith, personally examined Jenkins, and found no abnormality in his body except for excessive fatigue. The results of other people's examinations were also the same, which relieved Miss Bevanna who rushed from the office.
During the inspection, Jenkins intermittently told everyone what happened this afternoon. He had only gone to the cemetery to inspect his own land and check the maintenance of the Augustus family cemetery, so there was no need to hide anything.