Seeing the undead rushing, without Jenkins' shot, two people were automatically separated from the advancing team to meet the enemy, and the rest entered the alley immediately, and then saw a corpse lying in the middle of the alley. The corpse was wearing the black robe of a gravekeeper, and the face had nodded to Jenkins more than ten minutes ago.
A black air flow surged from the corpse, and at the same time, red and white blisters appeared on the corpse's skin like burns.
"Be careful, this is the spell [corpse explosion] corpse explosion!"
Captain Ern Swift shouted loudly beside Jenkins, and raised his palms with his companions. The golden pages of the book rose out of thin air and became a whole piece in front of Jenkins. At the same time, the corpse of the tomb guard exploded from the center, and the flesh and bones splashed around like iron fragments and iron balls in a steam bomb, hitting the barrier with the power of the undead, who were full of malice towards the living. superior.
If one person faced a terrible explosion, no one present would survive. But fortunately, dozens of scribes jointly used [Blessing of Books] this time. Even so, if Jenkins hadn't raised his hands and blended into the golden pages on a whim, the divine magic barrier would have been very likely It was breached before the aftermath of the explosion disappeared.
After the explosion, a three-foot-deep pothole appeared in the center of the alley, and the walls on both sides of the alley were severely damaged. A figure of a man suddenly rushed out from the abandoned house just now, he turned his head to look at the crowd at the alley, and Jenkins happened to see his face.
"It really is him, Provence Lucar! The morgue keeper of Nolan Third Public Hospital!" (see Chapter 585)
In the A-12-02-3320 Revenant incident not long ago, Jenkins went to check there with Captain Bincy and the sacrificed Mr. Benz, and happened to meet Luka, the second-level gifter who concealed his identity. But at that time, Jenkins was so overwhelmed by the [Revenant Corpse] incident that he didn't have the heart to deal with him. He just regarded it as another illegal gifter who refused to register.
He never imagined that this would be the case when the two met again.
"it's him!"
As Jenkins spoke, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger. The fired bullet was carved with complex divine ritual patterns, and even emitted a faint golden glow in the refraction of the air.
The bullet passed through the smoke and weapons in the time and space that seemed to be static, but before it hit the target, it was stopped by a bone palm that stretched out in vain.
"Oh, it seems that the identity has been exposed."
The young Lucar took off his hat politely and said to everyone. He stepped back as he spoke, with a relaxed smile on his face, and more and more corpses and skeletons came out of the half-collapsed house.
These are obviously transformed by the corpses of the tomb guards, and this is almost impossible, because the tomb guards have received special blessings, and it is more than a hundred times more difficult to be revived as undead than normal people.
"I'm sorry that I can't waste time with you here. To be honest, I really didn't expect that I would be exposed to the Orthodox Church so quickly. How did you... find this place?"
No one will answer this question because no one knows how to explain it. The brilliance created by spells, bullets and various abilities appeared in the air, and those lowly undead were torn to pieces in an instant, but everyone still couldn't move forward, because the broken bone fragments were mixed with soil, and they were reborn again .
"It was an accident to be exposed so quickly, but it was just a small accident. Goodbye gentlemen, I hope you don't hate these little gifts."
Lucar laughed and walked to the other side of the alley, even boldly leaving his back to the enemies who were blocked behind him. Those undead souls are faithfully playing their role. These guys are weak but extremely resistant. Although the Inextinguishable Flame can completely destroy them and prevent their regeneration, their burning speed is extremely slow.
If the father hadn't discovered the clues of these strange undead in the end, and instructed everyone to use magical power to disperse the ritual nodes between the bones, it is unknown how long this battle will last. But this is not the end, because from the direction Luka left, there are still new undead creatures appearing continuously.
Those annoying guys don't have special abilities, but there are so many types that it's scary. Infernal corpses, skeletons, evil spirits, banshees, or types that Jenkins doesn't know, it took a lot of time to dispel them. And when the wave of undead was finally wiped out by a team of more than a dozen people, Lukaal no longer knew where he had fled.
The old man looked at the wreckage of the undead that almost covered the entire alley with an ugly expression, while the others either rested on the spot and guarded, or scattered to look for survivors that were almost impossible to exist. This is the real Tuxiang, and what the vampires have done is not worth mentioning compared to this.
"Undead..."
Jenkins had never seen such a terrifying look on his father's face. He couldn't imagine what his father had found when he stood silently at the end to observe just now.
"Daddy..."
"Jenkins, you know him?"
Pop interrupted Jenkins.
"Yes."
Jenkins nodded while clutching his forehead, and talked about his brief encounter with Provence Lucar during the reanimated corpse incident, but did not mention that he discovered that there was something wrong with the young man at that time.
The setting sun finally completely disappeared into the sky, darkness and mist shrouded the capital of steam, Jenkins and the old man stood face to face in the dilapidated alley, Chocolate stood on the young man's shoulder and looked into the distance.
Suddenly a strangely shaped lamp appeared in Jenkins' hand, but the father didn't ask any questions but just listened quietly, and watched him holding up the lamp to illuminate the two of them with cloudy eyes.
Dad felt the vast power from the starry sky in the silver-blue light, and recalled Jenkins' encounter with the protoss when he was learning [Starry Sky Perception], and he understood that it was a gift from those ancients.
This is not a big deal. It is normal for a pure and kind person like Jenkins to be blessed by the protoss.
The silver-blue light was very tiny in the dark night, and it couldn't dispel the vast darkness, nor could it dispel the seemingly eternal fog. After listening to Jenkins' narration, the old man couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to press his temple:
"This is really too bad, Jenkins. I don't know what kind of method that man just used to revive so many undead in a short time. But I think this city is facing a crisis no less than last year. A catastrophe of an accident."