"Now is not the time to think about fate."
Jenkins told himself, patting his cheek and trying to move forward, but stopped again, pulling the black cat off his shoulder again.
"It's going to be very dangerous for a while, very very dangerous."
he warned.
"Meow~"
Chocolate stared wide-eyed at the man in front of him.
"Go back and wait for me."
"Meow~"
The claws began to scratch at Jenkins' clothes.
"Okay then, you go to the church and help me watch that room, and don't let others enter."
"Meow~"
The cat hesitated for a moment, then stopped scratching its paws. Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, patted Chocolate on the head, and sent it back to the church by projection.
Chocolate's departure can also be regarded as reducing the burden on Jenkins, allowing him to fight without scruples.
Glancing at the collapsed gravekeeper's hut again, he murmured "Twin Devils", black smoke drifted out from behind, and the grinning figure rushed straight to the rock wall on the side of the cemetery under the black sky, and then A large hole was blasted into the rock wall, revealing the rotten Skrull Pompeii hidden in the stone.
"Hahahaha~"
He wasn't worried when his hiding place was discovered, instead he laughed unscrupulously. Because the flesh in his throat was already rotten, his laughter was extremely hoarse and funny.
But what was even more amusing was the shabby nun's dress on him. The way this dress was worn on him was even more interesting than the way the old man in the dream wore Miss Stuart's skirt.
In order to save his soul for the next battle, the reason Jenkins found for Pompey to appear here is "to find the gift C-12-1-3011 [Sister's Clothes of the Shrouded Corpse]".
This is of course the behavior of the enemy, and in some respects it is extremely stupid. But Jenkins believes in the guidance of fate, as long as he can get that weapon, all problems will be solved. And it may be more convenient to deal with the undead than to deal with the living.
"I didn't look for you, but you came to me."
Jenkins changed his image again at this moment, but Pompey still believed that he was a follower of the God of Lies. Turning himself into an undead seems to have given him a lot of confidence. At least half an hour ago when we met at the clock tower, he didn't dare to be so arrogant.
The wide sleeve of his right hand swung violently, and the familiar white bone armor appeared from his waist, covering his whole body little by little. The skeleton and [Sister's Clothes Shrouded Corpse] seemed to resonate wonderfully, and the two gradually merged together.
When Skrull Pompeii's whole body was covered by that armor, what appeared in front of Jenkins didn't look like a heavy armored knight, but a swordsman wearing light metal armor.
The original monotonous armor itself was decorated with black runes, and the Inverse cross representing the resurrection of the dead was adorned on his chest. Around his waist was a white belt covered with spikes. In the center was a dark blue flame that was like a ball, burning quietly in the buckle fixed in the center of the belt.
At this moment, Pompeii was filled with a sense of strength. It was probably because he suffered losses in close combat again and again that he came up with this idea.
Without summoning the skeleton sword at all, Pompeii charged directly at Jenkins. The fists of the two collided head-on, and the huge force made four deep footprints on the soft soil.
The red flames and black necromantic power came into contact on the surface of the fist, and the collision of physical power and elemental power simultaneously triggered a loud noise.
Jenkins took a step back after the bang, holding his right arm to heal his broken bone. Pompey retreated to his original position and appeared to be unhurt.
"The power has increased and the speed has increased."
Jenkins concluded in his mind, the figure flickered for a moment, disappeared and reappeared.
"Why is it so slow, when will we wait?"
He backed away as he thought, until he got under the elder tree. Pompey reached out and took out the skeleton sword from the air, and thousands of mourning souls rushed towards Jenkins immediately.
"Praise the sages..."
As he thought in his heart, golden light immediately burst out from his body. At the same time, his right hand was clinging to the tree trunk beside him, and as the breath of greenery rushed, the branches trembled in the dark wind.
Kacha~
When the surging life reached its limit, the stiff branches turned into long whips and danced in the air. The golden brilliance attached to it, splitting the soul tide and hitting Pompeii like a whip.
The long sword swung in the air, and the black crescent-shaped shock wave hit the tree whip in the air, making the sound of gold and stone colliding.
He rushed to Jenkins again with the sword, but Jenkins did not leave the tree, still holding the trunk with one hand, giving more vitality to the big tree beside him. Time and history can give extraordinary things to all things, and the revived elderberry tree with a thousand-year-old heart certainly has its own magic.
But this is not enough, because the history and time of the skull sword are longer than a thousand years.
Pompeii easily broke through the tree whip and came to Jenkins. The sword split the air and pierced Jenkins' body with extreme death force. The skeleton on the hilt was laughing wildly, and black lightning kept falling in the sky, but the rumbling sound from a distance could only be heard after a few seconds.
"it's over."
"Yeah?"
Jenkins asked back, while enduring the pain of the sword piercing his heart, he reached out and grabbed Pompey's neck. Although the bone armor is indeed very hard, the close contact with the gifted fire cannot completely protect the owner.
"Why didn't you die? Are you also an undead?"
Pompey's voice sounded muffled behind the visor.
"Why should I die?"
The dense green breath flowed along Jenkins' right hand and flames to the man in his hand. The spirit of life is harmless to the living, but Pompeii has now turned into an undead.
He didn't understand what happened for the first few seconds, but just kept stabbing the sword in his hand into Jenkins' body. The skull sword is eroding Jenkins' body with its curse and death characteristics. The wound has rotted and turned gray, but Jenkins is still immortal.
Soon Pompeii noticed that something was wrong with his body, the armor covering him was peeling off piece by piece, and the strength of his body was also rapidly declining.
"you… "
The rotten flesh around the throat is so damaged that vocalization can't even be done. He struggled immediately to get the sword free, but Jenkins' other hand was already in his sword-holding hand.
Instigating the strength of the whole body, the violent spirit of life was completely stimulated from Jenkins' body. The skull sword seemed to be stimulated, and not to be outdone, burst out a more powerful spirit of death.
The black and green airflow wrapped the two of them firmly, and the sound of squeaking sounded like the earth was being corroded.