The fire from the giant dragon seemed to ignite in an instant, turning Jenkins' side face red, and temporarily dispelling the thick fog.
"Criminal? Oh, Mr. Writer, don't you think that the stories of 'good over evil' in the book will really happen in reality?"
Pompey said sarcastically, he didn't realize that the person in front of him had met him more than once.
"But at least today, you are bound to fail."
"No, I will succeed."
Pompey said softly, picking up the whistle and putting it in front of his mouth:
"Because I am the protagonist on this stage!"
The piercing and distorted whistle was blown out by him, and the roar of burning trees became the foil of this moment. The giant dragon in the background swung its tail and hit the giant's fist together. A black shadow flitted across the sky, temporarily blocking the view.
But Jenkins could see all that was happening. In the middle of the burning forest, Pompeii was lifted up little by little by the skeletal steed that appeared suddenly. Metal-colored bone armor appeared on his body, and the armor even extended to the skeleton horse, and it also put on a strange armor for it.
The helmet wraps the head, and the visor is covered with an upside-down encore cross shape; the armor extending to the arm looks light and flexible, and the terrible sword in the right hand is taken out of the air.
The gray soul fire enveloped the man, and the horse's hooves stepped on the soft soil a little anxiously. After the dragon's tail swept across the sky, the sword-wielding knight in armor and wrapped in flames appeared in front of Jenkins.
The sound of burning trees crackled, and the fiery red light reflected on the two people wearing single clothes with bare hands and wearing armor on horseback. In this way, the two shadows were pulled into the distance, swaying wantonly with the flames.
"I have never felt that I am so powerful."
Even wearing a mask, Pompeii's voice can still clearly suppress the sound of wind, fire and dragon.
"No one has ever acted like this in front of me."
Jenkins' heart was about to jump out, and he knew that he would never win without a fight. After merging too many numbered items in a short period of time, the skeleton sword can hardly restrain its own power.
Terrible black smoke surrounded the blade of the sword, and the sense of oppression facing this thing was almost no less than that of the weak Jenkins facing the statue of the [Lord of Billions of Radiance] on that rainy night at the end of summer.
Of course, that sword doesn't have the power of a god yet, but at least mortals in the material world can only look up to it now. If Jenkins still had divinity, he could easily use any means to teach the person and the sword in front of him, but last time in order to "revenge" Chocolate, the last divinity had been used on that [unrecordable gun].
"That whistle and that horse are mine."
he reminded.
"I know, so I will find a suitable burial place for you."
Pompey raised the sword in his hand, but the power of the evergreen forest could not stop him from swinging that blow. The black crescent-shaped blade swept across everything, and the power of death completely eroded the ground under his feet at this moment.
The trees fell in response, the soil was plowed out into a five-foot-deep ravine, the gray mist was completely dispersed by the blade, and the aftermath even knocked down all the undead and humans fighting nearby.
But no Giver was sacrificed just yet, as most of the force of the blow was blocked by Jenkins.
When the smoke cleared and the wind came again, Jenkins left his feet off the ground and stopped above the gully of the sword blade, and the clothes on his body changed into a white sacrificial robe at some point.
A majestic and sacred golden light emanated from his body, and the materialized holy emblem of the sage was printed on the chest of the sacrificial robe. He held a book of unknown origin in his left hand, and a golden scepter in his right hand. The scepter was wrapped in a circle of swirling magical runes, but those runes were far less shining than the ring on Jenkins' finger.
At the top of the scepter is a holy angel with outstretched arms, but that angel is not as holy as the man who holds the scepter tightly.
Jenkins' face and body shape remained the same, but with a new set of clothes and attire, he somehow became more holy and kind. It was obviously just simple cloth shoes and a robe made of linen, but it was as if a legendary saint descended on his body.
The moment he revealed his figure, the world seemed to be quiet. Pompeii, the dragon, the giver, the forest, everything seems to be looking at Jenkins.
He opened his mouth, also not understanding what happened. Just now I planned to use [Undead Man] to fight hard, but I didn't expect that power would suddenly emerge from the slightly hot area of the forehead, and then it turned into this appearance.
The sound returned in the next second. The crackling flames, the heavy impact of the tree collapsing, and the unknown explosion brought everyone back to reality.
"The blessing form of the Holy Son... The Church of the Sages has really prepared for it."
The giant dragon Nidhorgen roared in broken Common Tongue, and then rushed towards the skeleton giant again like a cannonball. The giant crushed a large area of trees with a deafening sound.
The ground shook again, but it had nothing to do with Jenkins in the air. He has never heard of the "blessing form of the Holy Son", but in a literal sense, the Holy Son who is chosen and blessed by the righteous God does not only have the right to "be with God after death".
The blow of the skull sword just now cleared half of the fog in the forest for a short time. The benefactors of the five churches saw the current situation clearly, gathered together tacitly, and approached the burning forest.
The golden light on Jenkins protected them, and the undead could not harm humans behind him.
"The blessed state of the Son..."
Pompeii in the undead knight state also repeated this phrase, because Jenkins couldn't see his expression clearly because he was wearing armor all over. But judging from the tone, surprise is greater than doubt.
"No, Antak promised, and I am the protagonist today."
His voice clearly entered Jenkins' ears, as well as the ears of the benefactors around him. Although he borrowed the power of the stage fan again, he didn't mind exposing the matter of the Duke of Antak at all.
It is conceivable that once even one person survives here, the Antak family and even the entire Cheslan Kingdom will be in big//trouble.
"No, even the blessed form of the Holy Son will not be stronger than me. This sword is the strongest, and there is no stronger power than it in the material world."
Pompeii gave himself the answer, and then pulled the reins with his left hand without a sword, and the skeleton horse flew up with him. In Jenkins' hands, the horse never showed the ability to fly.