"I have more than you!"
Jenkins imitated Pompeii and raised the runewood sword in his hand to aim at his opponent. Hundreds of animals in the burning jungle behind him sprang out of it.
Jenkins didn't do anything when the wind suddenly blew. This is a gust of wind that is different from the continuous cloudy wind. The wind sweeps from the east of the valley, and the wind is mixed with green light spots. Along with the sound of the wind, the entire forest made a rustling sound.
The sound almost resonated with the entire land, and the giant tree in the middle of the forest shook the moment the long sword in Jenkins' hand appeared. When chocolate led the animals out of the flames, green ripples spread out from the tree.
The ripples seemed to resonate with the sword in Jenkins' hands. Silver armor appeared on the deer leaping out of the sea of flames, the feathers of eagles descending from the sky carrying chocolate turned into noble gold, and the bodies of rabbits grew rapidly. When a gentle wind blows, the long snake leaps up and grows soft wings like white gauze...
In an instant, these mutated animals passed the church's bestowers and Jenkins, and confronted the rushing undead army head-on.
Jenkins and Pompeii looked at each other on the battlefield, feeling the power of the sword in their hands.
"Now do you know who the main character is?"
In fact, Jenkins didn't know exactly what happened. The sentence just now ["I have more than you!"] just hoped to get a response from his colleagues behind him. Regarding the mutation of the fauna, he was completely unaware of the principle behind it.
At least the current situation is optimistic, but it is still difficult to fight against the skeleton sword with the current strength. The sword in his hand contains several precious materials, but the sword on the opposite side is even more powerful.
"Pompeii said that there is no weapon beyond the skull sword in this era, so I will make it myself; Pompeii said that there is no power in this world that can surpass the skull sword, then..."
His sword towered toward the sky, where there was a dim starry sky.
"Racourt..."
The sea of stars surged, and the starlight shot down directly from the hole where the cloud was broken. At this moment, the originally dim starlight was as dazzling as a spotlight on the stage, projecting straight down from the night sky to illuminate Jenkins and his sword.
Silver-blue light flickered in his eyes, and a silent and ancient starlight appeared on the long sword in his hand. This starlight blends perfectly with the green of life, and at the same time makes Jenkins the most conspicuous person on this land.
"The protagonist, I am Pompeii!"
The knight hesitated for a moment and wanted to avoid it as before, but the skull sword had interfered with his sanity, and the young Jenkins gave him the illusion of "relatively weaker".
Shaking the reins, he charged towards launching Jenkins again, and the spirit of death, who swept away everything, rushed forward with the sword across the fighting animals and undead.
Jenkins also rushed forward with the sword in his hand, and the starlight continued to shine on him as he moved, continuously providing him with strength.
Clang~
The two met head-on in the center of the battlefield and the fire, and the flames turned their faces red at the same time. The two swords collided, and the rune wood sword broke with the sound, while the skull sword was released directly, spinning and flying towards the dense forest in the fire. The two were stunned at the same time, Jenkins held the sword flower in his hand, and stabbed the broken wooden sword forward again.
If there is a normal living person in front of you, it may have little power to do so. But it's a pity that in front of him is a living person transformed into an undead. The power of the starry sky and life directly broke through the bone armor, and the stubble pierced into his heart almost without hindrance.
After a brief confrontation, one man and one horse fell forward to the ground. Jenkins, who was still shrouded in starlight, turned his back to them, watching the undead on the battlefield being slaughtered by mutated animals.
"it's over… "
Holding the broken sword, he turned around, breathed in the scorching air in the sea of flames, and smiled lightly at the church givers who hadn't reacted. Due to loss of strength, he soon fell down due to unstable standing.
In the middle of the fire scene, the brave man with the broken sword looked at the fallen demon king, who collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness.
Naturally, he couldn't see Captain Bincy's panic afterwards, he couldn't see Chocolate's mysterious eyes squatting on the rabbit, and he couldn't see Pompeii who had lost his skull sword, but still had the means to pass in front of everyone. Space moves to escape.
Although he lost his weapon, he still possessed the knowledge of the undead; although he was seriously injured, he could still make a comeback as long as he cultivated for more than ten years.
"Ahem..."
Holding on to the wall of the alley, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The armor on his body was completely peeled off, and he lost all the equipment including the nun's uniform when he ran for his life. The mist was thick, and the blood slid down the hand holding the wall.
But it was the loss of the nun's clothes that allowed him to regain his life, otherwise the conflict between the spirit of life and the undead would have already killed him.
"Damn Jenkins Williams!"
He vomited blood and howled in his heart, and the peeled teeth fell into the black blood on the ground with a big mouthful of breath.
Holding the wound on his chest with his right hand, it took him a long time to sit up from the ground. Regardless of the fact that the clothes on his body were covered with dust and holes, all he could see was thick fog and dirty alleys, garbage was piled up in the corners, and obscene words were written on the walls. This is obviously an ordinary alley in the urban area.
"Leave Nolan as soon as possible, and one day I will come back again."
He didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of involving the wound on his chest. He staggered towards the entrance of the alley, but before he could observe what was outside, he was kicked back roughly by the man's foot.
"Oh God..."
Pompey was lying on the ground, black blood gradually spread from under his body, and soon became a pool of blood. He raised his head and tried to look forward, but his vision had already gone wrong, and he just vaguely felt that the man in front of him looked familiar.
"Damn it, you made me lose face so much in front of my friends. How will I face them at the next party?"
Mr. Hood stood there with the hat on his head pressed down, and the dim streetlight made his shadow completely cover Pompeii in the alley.
The middle-aged man complained to himself, his left hand was a compass pointing straight to Pompeii, and his right hand was holding the handle of the butcher's knife.
Even in the fog in the middle of the night, the knife can still shine coldly.
"I know Mr. Candle, Mr. White Cat, and Mr. Silver Flute won't say anything, but Mr. Magic will definitely laugh at me secretly. That woman always does... no, maybe Mr. Candle will also hide in his house and laugh at me, that man sees It sounds serious, but I can feel that he is definitely not the serious type of person... You actually made me lose face in front of my friends... "
He squatted next to Pompey's head with a knife, and his face under the hat showed disgust:
"Sorry, sir, I want to borrow your head."
PS: The tenth update is over, please ask for tickets, rewards and blades.