Generally speaking, gods will not easily come to the material world, let alone interfere with mortal affairs. Unless this matter is about other gods, or about the survival of one's own church, or the invasion of the material world by forces outside the world, such as last year's upside-down shadow.
So even if the skeleton sword appeared, the gods still didn't show anything, at least not on the surface. That's why Pompeii was so surprised when Jenkins showed the power of a god at this time. He never expected that he would meet such an opponent.
"I am invincible~"
Shaking the reins lightly, the horse neighed, and one man and one horse went straight through the fire and rushed towards Jenkins. The dazzling flame made the white bone armor invisible. The terrifying sword was raised high. In the fiery red light, the black blade collided with the golden page.
In the center of the sea of flames were fighting knights and priests. The wanton spirits almost formed an energy tide, and the forest fire was suppressed for a few seconds before re-attacking. The dragon and giant stopped their movements at the same time, but soon became entangled again.
"The sage said that all things are in order, and the dead should return to the earth!"
Jenkins in the white robe held a book in one hand and a stick in the other, and said while controlling the powerful force at this moment. His words directly triggered the divine spell, and there was no need to arrange a ceremony.
The golden radiance spread around the man, colliding with the black of the skeleton knight in an instant.
At this moment, the world seems to be left with only black and gold, and the battle between the living and the dead has only just begun.
"The sage said, the fire of wisdom burns barrenness!"
Clang~
The knight's sword collided with the priest's scepter, and sparks flew everywhere, but no one had the upper hand.
"Death is the destination of everything."
The knight turned in the air, and the tide of souls rushed towards the living. The wailing soul was strengthened by the power of the skull sword, carrying jealousy and hatred, as unstoppable as the tide after the breach of the embankment.
"Sages say that books are soul mates!"
The book in the left hand absorbed the soul like a vortex, and the cleric took this opportunity to swing the scepter and collide with the sword again, and at the same time, golden lightning spewed towards the target like a violent waterfall.
"The breath of death will eventually cover the world, and everyone must die!"
At this moment, the horseshoes stepping on the air made a sound of "cracking~", and a huge grimace shield appeared in front of the knight, blocking all the golden lightning.
The sword danced in the air, and ripples appeared in the space behind the knight. As the sword and staff collided again, tens of thousands of undead walked out from behind the space wall at this moment, and the black power once again gained the upper hand.
"The sage said that mortals are fearless, and knowledge is our strength."
The voices of the priests and the scribes resonated, and even the heretics raised their weapons in the flames, preparing to face the coming end without survivors.
The clergyman flew forward, the scepter in his hand was shining with incomparable brilliance; the knight charged forward on horseback, the blade in his hand radiated terrifying power.
The black light group and the golden light group collided completely in the next second, and a large area of trees fell down around this, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground. The burst of energy dispersed the black clouds in the sky, but behind the black clouds at this moment was a dark night sky.
The fire that destroyed the forest still burns, enveloping man and the dead beyond the barren land; no sun shines on the living, for the night is deep.
The benefactors of the five major churches stood together with firm expressions, and Jenkins half-kneeled on the barren land, all the abnormalities on his body disappeared.
Pompeii stood on the other side of the land. The armor on his body was peeling off in pieces, revealing half of his face, and one-third of the bones on the horse were missing.
But he was still sitting on the horse, and although most of the army of undead behind him had been purified by divine magic, the remaining undead were still roaring and preparing to attack.
"You see, I'm the protagonist of the stage, there's nothing wrong with that."
Pompey's voice was weak but steady. He stuck his sword on the ground to stabilize the horse's balance. After breaking half of the visor, he could see black and viscous blood flowing on his dirty face.
"No, the protagonist of the stage is not you."
Jenkins stood up with his hands on the ground, feeling his muscles ache all over his body. The people behind wanted to help him, but he waved his hand and refused.
"Ahem...you have already lost, the state of the Holy Son's blessing is not the state of the saint descended from the gods. You just used the passive power bestowed by the gods just now, and now this power is gone. And I..."
He pulled out the sword stuck in the soil, pointing the blade at the living:
"And death and my army~"
Roar~
The undead made shrill sounds, and the crackling flames turned those horrible things red. Beyond the sea of flames, the giant in the background completely knocked down the dragon, and the dragon's blood spilled into the forest.
"What else do you have, Jenkins Williams? Even if your life is smooth sailing, even if you become the holy son of God at the age of 20, but you are not the protagonist, I am, you are just my stepping stone .Tell me what else you have, Jenkins Williams!"
His voice suddenly took on a crazy tone, and his body and the sword trembled at the same time. In Jenkins' eyes, the aura emanating from Pompeii and the sword was completely consistent.
"I still have… "
Jenkins stood up straight and raised his right hand high. He looked up at the sky, red blood also left from his forehead, but the man's eyes remained firm. For the first time, he really felt that he was the protagonist of this world.
吚～
The short and sharp eagle's cry pierced the sky, and the flying eagle carried the black cat flying over the elderberry forest, circling into the top of the sea of fire. Jenkins and the Blessers are on the left of the clearly defined battlefield, and Pompey and his army of undead are on the right.
The eagle soared under the boundless dark clouds, and the green beads with red strings under the cat's claws fell from the air, and Jenkins just happened to catch them in his hands.
"I still have my cat!"
The right hand is lowered but still raised in front of the chest, palm down, the red string is wrapped around the index finger, and the beads are falling down.
The green beads are full of green breath, emitting light and heat like burning green fireballs.
The ultimate greenness spewed out from the beads at this moment, and the green beam of light turned into a long handle. Jenkins grasped the hilt of the sword where the beads were, and turned his right hand to raise the beam of light.
The light disappeared, and the long sword engraved with runes appeared in Jenkins' hands. The vines wrap the hilt, and the pointer is inlaid inside the sword body. The wooden sword body has ancient tree patterns, and the feeling of vicissitudes seems to have experienced the growth of all things.
PS: Pay attention to the description in this chapter, the description of the cat on the eagle is "black cat", not the primary color black and white of chocolate.