The things in the past that I missed in my heart moved forward, and at the moment when I got close to the boy, an extremely bad premonition suddenly came to Wilkawang's heart. Without thinking about it, he subconsciously raised his right hand, and the golden glowing bullet penetrated into the bone armor extending from the flesh and blood in an instant, but failed to penetrate.
"who is it?"
While talking, he backed away quickly, and threw a black ball out of his pocket. After it touched the soil, it quickly fused with the soil, and after two breaths, it grew into a three-foot (approximately 1.828m) tall meat Red earth golem.
"Undead - meat puppet?"
The boy on one side bent down to pick up the bullets and shell casings, and raised his arms to catch the white cat that jumped off the dirt wall next to him. His pair of dark eyes were unusually radiant. They were definitely not the kind of eyes a boy from the slums could have.
"Who are you?"
Will Kawan asked again, but he already understood when he saw the cat. This is just to delay time, he is actually not good at close combat.
"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm actually curious about who you are."
Jenkins, disguised as a boy, put the pistol in his waist, still holding the branch in his left hand, the palm of his right hand was burning with flames, and two silver bands of light that surged like a galaxy of stars were wrapped around his arms.
The body squatted down slightly, and then with the huge bouncing power brought by [Cat's Grace], the boy shot out from the ground like a toad's tongue. Jenkins' strength, speed, and reflexes were well beyond Will Kawan's best, but his punch hit the bone armor that had emerged from his body again.
Jenkins wasn't sure if it was an ability or an item, but the thing was incredibly strong and capable of automatically discarding parts ignited by the Eternal Fire.
"You mixed it with mind-blocking metals?"
Even the flying silver light sheets were blocked by the bone armor.
"Yes, you are quite right."
Wilkawang is still retreating, it will take time for him to summon those undead. Even with a bone armor now, it would still be stupid to fight this high-level benefactor in close quarters.
At this time, the bone armor appeared from his right forearm, and spread to the whole body at a fast speed. This armor is very distinctive, even if it is only white, it can still show the beauty of death while ensuring the safety of the user and making it easy to move.
Jenkins, who was fighting against him, was knocked back a step by the counter-shock punch just now, and his right hand was also aching because he hit the bone armor. But unwillingly, he moved forward again, this time like whipping a whip, he threw out the branch in his left hand.
This is not a weapon with extraordinary power, it is really an ordinary branch, which Jenkins revived with a dead branch picked up from the wall. But it was full of vitality at the moment. After touching the pale bone armor, instead of breaking, it clung to the bone armor like a vine and began to grow.
At this time, terrifying living corpses finally rushed out of the shops on both sides, but even though Jenkins' left hand let go of the branches to deal with those undead, the bone armor was still firmly fixed by the plants. Because of this, Wilkawang, who was wearing bone armor, was also fixed in place and unable to move. The armor that originally protected him has now become a cage.
The branches clung to the bone armor and finally touched the ground, then grew roots and crowns, and took root firmly. By the time Jenkins burned the two bodies, Wilkawang was tightly entangled by trees and bones and could not move.
"You see, to deal with death, life is more effective."
The boy Jenkins pretended to laugh, and Will Kawan in the tree smiled at Jenkins.
A dark wind was blowing from the alley, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker. The alley was filled with a stench of decaying corpses, and the sun in the sky was blocked by dark clouds floating from nowhere.
Kacha~
The thunder at the end of winter was deafening, and with the first strike of thunder, snowflakes like goose feathers fell down one after another without warning. But the snowflakes were actually gray, silently sprinkled all over the world.
A cold breath seeped from the ground, spreading along the legs to the whole body. This is a temperature that is even more frightening than the ice of the former eighth-level gifter, the ice messenger. Jenkins actually feels unable to control his legs.
At the same time, the murmuring sound changed from low to high, accompanied by music like a funeral march from the sky, two bone claws protruded from the void and clasped Jenkins' shoulders.
Horrifying phantoms of evil spirits shuttled through the alley, and the purple-black undead flowers that only appeared in the land of the dead bloomed all over the alley against the gray snow.
And after all these visions appeared, a sword blade glowing with cold light appeared in the air directly in front of Jenkins.
The center of the sword body is white like bone, surrounded by pure white silver metal. The shape of the blade is uneven, but the cold light on the blade proves its power. The hilt of the sword is decorated with two ferocious skeletons, and the blue firelight dotted the eyes of the skeletons, making the sword radiate a radiant glow in the dark.
It split the air and slashed towards Jenkins' forehead, and in the air in front of the boy, the arc-shaped round shield quickly made by [Reading] seemed to appear out of thin air, slightly shifting the forward direction of the sword.
It was a truly lightning-quick moment, and Jenkins made the right defense almost just on instinct. The buckler was split by the sword but it worked, but the sword still wounded Jenkins in the left arm and sank deep into the dirt around him.
Gray goose feather snow covered the entire alley in a few minutes, and Jenkins, who was stiff all over, could almost hear the wild laughter of the sword beside him.
The world in front of him was distorted, and the cemetery lined with blade-shaped tombstones that he had seen before appeared again. This time Jenkins can confirm that the sword inserted in the middle of the cemetery is the one beside him, and in the black soil, all kinds of undead creatures are gradually recovering, peeping at the flesh and blood of the living...
"Meow~"
The clear cat meow was like the first ray of sunshine piercing through the night, and Jenkins, who was unconscious, woke up instantly.
The illusion of the cemetery in front of him collapsed in an instant, and the snowy alley appeared in front of Jenkins again. Compared with the arm cut by the sword, the burning pain on one side of the cheek made Jenkins feel more real. This is the chocolate that was grabbed to wake Jenkins.
"Damn cat!"
Seeing that Jenkins was awakened before being lost in the illusion, Wilkawan cried out in frustration. At the same time that sword appeared, the sapling fixed on the ground completely withered. At this time, the young man was stepping away from the little boy Jenkins was playing, and in the shops and hotels beside him, the undead had already stepped into the snow.