The legendary warrior is probably what Jenkins looks like now.
He had no companions, and was alone in a narrow alley, surrounded by all kinds of undead against the background of eerie gray snow. In front of him is a strange enemy, and behind him is a strange weapon. Unlike chivalry novels, usually such a case does not have a cat on the shoulder of the protagonist.
"It's amazing, oh~"
Jenkins screamed. After waking up from the terrible illusion, he immediately wanted to touch the terrible sword beside him. Since this thing is very powerful, it should be possible for him to try to control it. He is very confident in his own conditions.
But before the palm of his hand touched the hilt of the sword, he couldn't help but withdraw his arm due to the piercing pain.
The soil that the sword pierced into had turned a dark color at this moment, and the shocking pressure made Jenkins even subconsciously stop looking directly at the blade.
But I have to admit, it is really beautiful. Jenkins has never seen a weapon that suits his taste so much. Whether it is in terms of shape or strength, this sword perfectly fits his aesthetics and requirements.
Thinking of this, Jenkins stretched out his palm again...
"Meow~"
"I know, I know, I'm not raped by it, I just want to try to see if I can control it. If it succeeds, we will save a lot of trouble."
Jenkins explained to his cat, but his palm still couldn't touch the sword.
Gray and black airflows circled up and down the body of the sword, and occasionally terrifying human faces could be seen wailing in those airflows. Looking closely with the Eye of Reality, Jenkins could see countless miserable souls squeezed and lodged around the sword, trophies of confinement in frightening numbers.
If Jenkins wants to touch the sword, he must first break through the obstruction of these souls.
"That's my weapon, it was chosen for me!"
Will Kawan said loudly in the distance, he retreated very fast, obviously afraid of confronting Jenkins head-on.
"I am the chosen one, at least until I die, no one can take it away from me!"
Probably because he thought he had reached a safe distance in his heart, he became very confident in speaking. At this moment, I want to laugh at Jenkins' greed, but after all, he is still a little sensible and knows what he should do most now.
"Oh, believers of the God of Lies, there is no need for us to be hostile at all! You see, I am just a fan of necromancy. Tell me what you want, and I will give you everything except that sword!"
He is actively showing weakness, and he is really showing weakness. During his stay in this city, Wilkawang was fully aware of the troublesome nature of this group of people. It would be the best thing if we can make peace.
"Would you believe me if I said I was guarding this city?"
Jenkins squinted his eyes and looked at the terrifying undead surrounding him, not paying any attention to the gray snow covering his shoulders. But Chocolate is very concerned, it has never liked these cold things. With a slight sweep of the tail, the falling snow flakes eerily avoided its position, leaving a small dry area on Jenkins' right shoulder.
"That is to say, you must be hostile to me?"
Wilkawang concluded in a low voice, and clapped his hands, and the undead creatures surrounding Jenkins immediately rushed towards the little boy.
Flames rose from Jenkins' body, melting the snowflakes while stopping the innermost attackers. The heat caused the water vapor in the air to rise rapidly, and the air became distorted by wonderful optical effects.
Jenkins did not activate the elegance of the cat this time, but let the eternal flame spread all over his body, recalling the emotion when he mistakenly thought that chocolate was dead that day, and once again let the eternal flame fuse with his body in a rage, incarnated as the spirit of flame Knocked out from the undead group.
He rushed forward to Will Kawan in the distance, and Will Kawan drew the terrible sword out of the air again as he stepped back. The gray-blue soul fire spread all over the sword body, and he swung the sword forward violently. The flames engulfed the wailing soul, and rushed towards Jenkins like a tornado.
"Coin, vanilla be careful!"
He hastily reminded, almost calling the wrong name. The running body suddenly fell forward and pressed its hands to the ground, like an agile cat, narrowly avoiding the gray-blue flame tornado.
Such a posture is of course indecent, but it is better than being melted by a fire tornado like those undead creatures chasing after them.
Only scattered sparks fell on Jenkins' clothes and hair, and even penetrated the flame's body. Curses and flames wanted to devour the man, but were quickly assimilated by another flame.
Frowning, Jenkins stood up and retracted his flame, extinguished the largest cluster of flames on the cuff with the palm of his right hand, and then looked at Will Kawan holding the sword:
"A very powerful sword, is that A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Revenant]?"
Will Kawang was noncommittal, and pointed at Jenkins with a sword:
"attack!"
Following his order, the air behind him twisted a lot. Terrible evil spirits from all ages flowed out from behind Wilkawang like a tide. The alley was like a river, allowing the flood of evil spirits to rush forward and rush at Jenkins, trying to tear the man to pieces.
Such a dense soul tide can be observed even with the naked eye. The gray mist of souls rushed to cover the alley, but only the souls in the front could hear the prayer read out of Jenkins' mouth:
"Praise the sage, praise the goddess, may your brilliance illuminate the way forward for mankind."
Until you find a way to pray to yourself and gain magical powers, praying to the sage is the safest way.
The soul tide was about to hit Jenkins with three feet left, and a dazzling golden light erupted from him instantly, like an isolated island in the river, forcibly dividing the tide into two halves.
The area three feet around the man was filled with golden brilliance, and three feet away, the tide of evil spirits flooded the alley completely.
At this time, he was as dazzling as the sun in the middle of those gray mist, and at a distance of more than ten steps away, the body of Wilkawang holding the sword exuded the representative black of the monster. It made him seem like a black hole absorbing all light, with the terrifying sword laughing wildly in his hand, waiting to kill the mighty foe on the opposite side.
This should be the time when Jenkins behaved the most like the "Holy Son". The divine golden light made him solemn. That golden light bit by bit ate away at the seemingly endless tide of the soul, and bit by bit suppressed the power of the sword on the opposite side.
Seeing that they were still unable to suppress each other, Wilkawang swung the skull sword for the third time, and black lightning exploded above their heads. Little by little, he rose to the sky, looking down at the golden brilliance in the soul wave from a higher position.
PS: Do you like such lengthy fighting plots