The terrifying undead sword was held above the head with both hands, whispers, murmurs, and wailing sounds that seemed to come from hell rang out at the same time.
The black brilliance was gathered on the blade, and the gray snow swirled around him. The dark clouds in the sky formed a huge skull-like pattern above his head, and the land below was quietly changing to the color of the cemetery.
The scene at that moment is indescribable, the snowy sky seems to be the end of the world. But fortunately, Wilkawang was not flying high enough, and the wind and sand in the air made it impossible for people nearby to open their eyes, otherwise people outside the alley would have seen this scene.
Jenkins was immobilized by the huge wind pressure above his head. He tried to raise his hands, but the terrifying weapon seemed to have locked him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Even though he didn't know how to divination yet, he knew that if he was hit head-on, he would probably end up seriously injured and retired.
But at least this time his luck was not bad. While the skull sword was gathering strength, the blue brilliance pierced the snowy sky and shot from the [Ocean and Exploration] temple in the distance. hit the sword.
Wilkawang subconsciously swung his sword in the direction of the beam of light. The trident formed by the black crescent-shaped shock wave and the blue phantom offset and annihilated each other in mid-air, and the black powder and light blue light spots scattered on the ground . .
"Oh, it looks like I'm leaving."
Jenkins had foreseen what would happen next, he quickly threw the cat on his shoulder out of the alley, and his figure faded little by little, completely disappearing before other people flew in the sky.
But Will Kawan can't leave now, the old man holding a golden trident, Miss Bevanna holding a book, Mr. Davis carrying a small coffin, and Miss Audrey's friend Broni Miss Anse appeared in the air at the same time.
The commotion just now was too great, the gray snow covering the entire city also attracted the attention of the demigods residing in the city.
"Well, Miss Broniance is already a demigod?"
Jenkins had already noticed that the guardians of the city were approaching here, so before they appeared above, he relied on [Phantom of Reality] to escape early. Now he has changed his appearance again, watching the fun from a distance with his orange kitten, Maple Leaf.
The Orthodox Church is actually very interested in the believers of the God of Lies, but now the eye-catching sword is the real focus.
"We don't promise to keep you alive, but you can save yourself from suffering if you drop the weapon in your hand."
The demigod of the Church of Death and the End was the first to speak. When he saw the sword, he already recognized what it was.
"Yeah?"
Wilkawang asked back, and suddenly threw the skull sword into the sky. A black light broke through the clouds and enveloped him, while the dark wind rising from the ground met the beam of light from bottom to top.
The piercing whistle was heard by everyone at the same time, and three tornadoes connecting the sky and the earth appeared in the city in the blink of an eye.
"Damn, using A-05-1-4906 in a densely populated urban area, Hurricane!"
The old man of the Church of Ocean and Exploration cursed loudly, and then stretched out his hand and together with other demigods to eliminate the disaster that was about to take shape.
Wilkawang took advantage of this opportunity and disappeared long ago. The black light almost sent him and the sword to an alley a few streets away in a way of spatial movement.
The young man stood by the rubbish dump and could see Fifth Queens Road beyond the alley as people on the street screamed and fled into the distance.
He snorted and staggered out of the alley. At the same time, a woman with a red hat also passed the alley, and ran away from the tornado with the crowd.
The strong wind blew snowflakes and all kinds of garbage into the sky, and the signboards facing the street rustled in the hurricane, as if they might fall down at any time. People ran to the distance with their hats and skirts, or hid in houses nearby, but the woman who passed by Wilkawang suddenly stretched out a flaming hand, piercing his heart.
"Well, it's not dead?"
Jenkins said in surprise, his hand didn't grab the heart, but a cold stone instead. He wanted to attack the head again, but the figure in his hand suddenly turned into dry bones and was strung together by arms.
"[Surrogate body]?"
One of the strongest means of escape in necromology is to replace the real body with the dead body at the moment of dying, but the core of the ritual required by the dead body is often a powerful collection of necromancers.
"Damn it, he still escaped in the end!"
The woman cursed secretly, and saw that she was holding a piece of black jade in her hand. He...she...it was still him, he thought for a while and saw the dazzling black light, so he turned around and threw the jade out, smashing the window of Papa's antique shop opposite.
In people's surprised eyes, the woman cursed and disappeared like a shadow.
(Chocolate comes home... )
I saw Hathaway again this afternoon. Jenkins, carrying a suitcase, had just turned into St. George's Avenue when he saw the girl's carriage parked in front of his house.
The tornado dissipated hours ago, but cities near the coastline were still battered by falling snow and high winds.
In the wind, Jenkins pressed his hat with the hand carrying the suitcase, squinted his eyes and raised his free left hand to say hello, and then strenuously approached the carriage to find shelter from the wind. After some difficulty, he took out the key and walked through the yard with the girl into the house.
"Oh, my mailbox seems to have been blown crooked by the wind, that's bad luck."
The man complained softly, first took Hathaway's coat and hung it on the hanger in the hallway, then took off his hat to reveal the cat squatting on top of his head.
The wind was too strong just now, and the chocolate didn't want to get into the pocket, so it was temporarily placed on top of the head. The act of pressing the hat with my hand just now was not because I was afraid that the hat would fly away, but because I was worried that the cat would be blown away.
"Did you have lunch? The damn weather, sorry, I shouldn't be swearing."
He quickly apologized, and wanted to go to the living room, but was held by Hathaway's left hand who was standing still.
"Jenkins, please don't tell me that you don't know anything about what happened at noon. But now, you have to tell me what happened to the unicorn first?"
Sand blown by the wind beat against the glass in the living room, and even with the curtains drawn, Jenkins could imagine the impact on the windows. Although the crackling sound was dense, it was not very loud. At least Jenkins felt that his heartbeat should be more obvious.
"No problem, fine."
He nodded, and casually put the cat on the shoe cabinet, and put the suitcase under the hanger, hiding it with the drooping coat hem.
"I'll tell you."
He lowered his head to look at the hand that was firmly grasped by the girl, but did not break free. It is not only lies that make up for lies, sometimes he has to tell the truth.
Turning around and looking at his living room, he stretched out his right hand and raised it up, then slowly pressed it down. Immediately, some strange colors lit up in the dark living room, the space was shattered a little, and the little beast exuding pure white radiance walked into the room with a soft cry.
PS: Let's guess, will Will Kawan (the holder of the skull sword) survive to the end of this volume