Frost spread down the bone claw, sealing the entire coffin in just a few seconds. A dull voice came from the bottom of the coffin at this time:
"Who disturbed my slumber?"
"Twin Demons!"
A black shadow flew out from behind Jenkins, and the people on the ground immediately felt the violent vibrations underground. The explosion blew away the top of the cavern, exposing the underground space. Jenkins, barely shielding himself and the cat from falling rocks, stood on a raised boulder pillar and watched the stones pressing down on the ice coffin be lifted. He was dressed in black The young man in the overcoat climbed out of the coffin.
"Scruw Pompey."
Jenkins called out the name, and the young man immediately looked angry. Presumably, he already knew about the accident that happened in Shire. He originally came to Nolan to deal with some matters, but he didn't expect that the Orthodox Church ransacked his home in just one month.
"It's you again, followers of the God of Lies!"
Mr. Hood, Miss Silver Flute, and Mr. White Cat around the giant pit have disappeared, and Miss Magic told them to leave first. But the woman didn't intend to leave. This time it should be considered that she involved Mr. Candle in this matter, and she would not let Mr. Candle die.
"oh?"
Seeing that Jenkins didn't know what to say, he could only utter an exclamation that he didn't know what it meant.
With his back to the moonlight, he was standing at the top of the stone pillar supporting the underground space. He wears a black top hat on his head, holds a flowerpot in his left hand, and the flower buds in the flowerpot sway against the night wind; on his right shoulder is a white cat, whose soft fur color is unusually eye-catching under the moonlit night.
This is chocolate's rare experience of being exposed to moonlight, but it doesn't hate moonlight.
The man's face was serious, and the two-color moonlight shone behind him, pulling the shadow to the ground. He didn't speak, and stood there quietly, already putting a strange pressure on everyone.
snap~
Pompeii snapped his fingers, and the skull sword appeared beside him across the space to the left. The howling soul flew into the night sky with a sharp sound, and a pair of rotten hands stretched out from the soil of the cemetery; the cold wind blew in the black forest, and the land and air were filled with a terrible breath of death.
"This time~"
The tip of the skull sword pointed at the man standing under the moon.
"I must teach you a lesson."
Contrary to Skrull Pompeii, Jenkins didn't want to teach his opponent a lesson. He just wanted to kill the opponent right now, and then go home and wait for the whisper at the end of the month.
Fighting against the skull sword is not a one-time or two-time thing. Although he still has no confidence in defeating that strange weapon at this moment, he doesn't seem to need to really defeat it.
"Actually, I'm curious..."
Jenkins has always hated talking nonsense before a battle. He prefers to say what he wants to say in front of the opponent's corpse after killing the enemy. But this time, he was really curious.
"Are you controlling the sword now, or is the sword controlling you?"
"Is it important?"
The man responded loudly, then raised the weapon in his hand high, and slammed it down towards Jenkins.
Under the moonlight, the black arc-shaped brilliance slashed towards Jenkins like a group of flying butterflies. It was so quiet in here that Jenkins thought he heard the sound of the shock wave destroying the new spring grass.
He bent his knees slightly and jumped upwards with a cat-like bounce that sent him flying straight into the night sky. The stone pillar under his feet completely collapsed with a loud bang, and the splashed gravel even hit the trousers of the falling Jenkins.
He fell into the dust, and after throwing the cat to a safe distance, he rushed towards Pompeii with the pot of flowers in his arms.
Horrible murmurs and whispers gradually emerged as Jenkins approached his opponent. This is a phenomenon that was not there last time, which means that the sword is gradually recovering its true power.
The roaring tide of souls appeared when Jenkins saw Pompeii's figure through the dust, and the rushing souls flew towards Jenkins unstoppably. Wailing faces and twisted stumps floated on the tidal surface, looking more like a transparent centipede dancing through the air.
The eardrums were stinging from the impact of the sound, but Jenkins still didn't stop running forward, but raised the flower in his hand high. Under the impact of the soul tide, the flowerpot shattered in an instant, and the exposed skin could also feel severe pain.
But this is only a momentary thing. In the next moment, the bright brilliance spurted out from the unopened flower bone, and the soul tide surged uncontrollably towards the flower as if it had encountered a big hole in the bottom of the sea. go.
"It really works!"
The joy in Jenkins' heart is indescribable, this is the real killing two birds with one stone. He temporarily gave up on controlling the flying flowers, and with a flick of his right hand, an invisible sword combined with water, fire and wood, or an invisible wooden stick, appeared in his hand.
He ran forward quickly, then jumped up suddenly, and slashed down the weapon in his hand.
Clang~
The metal skull sword collided with the hardwood weapon, and the latter broke immediately, but was immediately repaired by the [Essence of Life] urged with all its strength.
The owners of the two weapons stood in place and wrestled with each other. It was the first time that Jenkins had observed Pompey's face so closely.
"You have too many pimples on your face, don't you?"
He still has the strength to speak, but he is actually at a disadvantage. After all, the opponent is the most powerful weapon in the material world, and the [Breath of Life] under full force cannot make the leaves continue to grow to wrap Pompeii's body.
On the contrary, Jenkins has felt the fire and water being suppressed, and from the visual point of view, the surface of the wood has been infected by the black breath of death.
If it wasn't for the ability to [Contact Death], Jenkins would have died at that moment.
"You shouldn't be this close to me!"
Pompeii showed Jenkins a piercing smile, the smile was so wide that his slightly bleeding tooth roots were exposed. Jenkins thought he also saw the veggies between his teeth, and began to infer the contents of his dinner.
A suction force suddenly emerged from the skull sword, making Jenkins' soul in his body a little unstable. But it was just a shake, and it had no effect on Jenkins.
Seeing that his weapon was about to disintegrate, Jenkins took advantage of the last moment to free his left hand, and revealed the second half of the broken wooden dagger from his spirit, and then stabbed at the bone armor on Pompeii's body .
Kacha~
The broken dagger shattered again due to the huge force, Jenkins had no choice but to put it away. The left hand directly grasped the blade through the increasingly thinner soul storm on the surface of the skull sword, and the next second the body was pushed far away by the huge repulsive force of the sword.
Pompeii inserted his sword into the ground of the cemetery with his backhand, and the undead, who had already protruded from their bodies, completely broke free from the shackles of the earth.
"In the name of my god~"
A woman's voice came from the sky, and as soon as she looked up, Miss Magic flew into the night sky with her back facing the moonlight and holding a scepter exuding golden brilliance.
The air seemed to froze at that moment. A huge golden magic ritual circle extended from the top of her scepter, and the time of one breath was like a golden spider web, covering the entire sky of the large cemetery. .
"God will punish you~"
Her voice was extremely clear, and the hellfire that escaped from the magic circle was even more clear. The stones burning with terrible black flames fell to the position where Pompeii was standing like a meteorite rain, and a second later caused a loud noise that could be heard in the city of Nolan.
The ground was trembling, the snow layer on the ground was evaporated in an instant, and the trees in the Black Forest showed radioactive dumping, but Jenkins was completely unaffected.
"Damn it, let him escape."
After the dust settled, Miss Magic fell from the sky a little dejected, almost unable to stand still. Pompeii's position just now has become a bottomless pit, but Jenkins knows he is not in it.
"This is already very good, if we let him summon the skeleton army, our troubles will be even greater."
He casually caught the cat that jumped over from the edge of the battlefield. The cat's hair was a little messy, presumably blown by the wind just now.
"Speaking of which, this is fantasy flower?"
When the dust settled, Fantasy Flower was not affected at all. It suspends quietly in the air, and the light blue petals in full bloom shake gently in the evening wind. It is so beautiful that even the best painter cannot describe the beauty of that flower at this moment, and the most melancholy poet cannot write a sentence to praise it.
The flowers bloomed completely in the air, and circles of light blue ripples spread around with the shaking of the petals. This is the real mature fantasy flower, number B-01-5-0718. After so many things, it has finally grown to its final stage.
Seeing that Jenkins used the holy silver box to carefully put away the amazing flower that was completely blooming in the night sky, Miss Magic was very interested.
"Yes, thanks to the soul provided by the skeleton sword. It's a pity that even so, my flowers failed to absorb all the souls of that sword. I'm afraid I won't have such a chance next time."
The fantasy flower in full bloom is item number B-01-5-0718, and its effect can be determined when the user touches it for the first time. But now Jenkins is not ready, so he can only seal it with the holy silver box, and wait for the occasion to take it out.
"Why didn't you use that trick just now~"
Miss Magic stood beside Jenkins, watching him pick up the flower, "The trick that turns people into mechanical parts."
"It's too risky. The sword probably won't be affected by the mechanical light. If Pompeii summons a dead body to block him, he will be able to resist this move."
[Mechanical Light] consumes a lot of energy, and Jenkins will not use it unless it is a last resort.
The loud noise in the black forest quickly attracted the Orthodox Church. Jenkins and Miss Magic left before they arrived.
The unlucky Duke was crushed under the collapsed boulder. Jenkins broke his ankle before leaving. What awaited him was a just trial from the church.