The burly man thought he had found the truth. As he spoke, green flames erupted from the pores of his body, igniting his entire body. At the same time, his already burly figure swelled up again, completely exceeding ten feet in height, a lava-like armor appeared on the surface of his body, and green fire entangled on his chest to form a strange rune.
"Green Flame Demon!"
Jenkins finally recognized what was in front of him. This creature called the Green Flame Balrog was a subspecies of the legendary Balolo, a strange race born after ancient humans sacrificed to the Balrog.
Different from the terrifying Balor, the flames of the Green Flame are emerald green, and their strength is low (compared to Balor), but they have the ability to travel through the shadow world. This kind of creature is extremely hostile to human beings, and in the records of the church, there is no record of appearing in the material world since the 15th era.
The two-handed sword that appeared out of nowhere in Balrog's hand swung green flames at Jenkins. Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Jenkins could only call out the holy bone sword to hold the two-handed sword.
嘡啷～
I only felt a huge force coming from the giant sword, and the sword in Jenkins' hand almost fell out. The shoes standing in the soft soil have sunk a lot. If he hadn't prepared in advance, this blow would have crushed Jenkins.
"Come again!"
The Balrog, surrounded by green flames, roared at Jenkins, and the giant sword with dark light rose again, and then slammed down. Amid the sound of metal colliding, Jenkins' body trembled again, but he still insisted on standing still.
"Oh~"
The Balrog's sword struck again, then raised, and struck again. Its every blow can make Jenkins' wrist tingle, but Jenkins still persists again and again.
During the seventh swing, the two swords collided and finally made a different sound. When the huge sword touched the Holy Bone Sword again, the body of the sword broke from the center, and half of the sword flew over the carriage and directly into the land on the other side of the path, while the Balrog holding the hilt froze for a moment, and threw Dropping the garbage in his hand, the hand mutated into a claw wrapped in evil flames and grabbed Jenkins' heart.
"good chance!"
Without the suppression of the giant sword, Jenkins was finally able to let go. His strength was far inferior to this alien species, so he dodged the claw sideways and retreated backwards.
Throwing the freezing spell forward, the activated spell immediately formed frost on the Balrog's body surface, but was quickly melted by the flames. The Balrog roared and jumped at Jenkins again, but its huge body was far less flexible than the cat-like Jenkins.
Another one dodged the claws that came sideways, dexterously circled behind the Balrog, and hit its back with a fist full of frost power.
Balrog just staggered with a punch, then turned around and rushed towards Jenkins again, but the layer of ice on his back did not melt away for a long time.
"Meow~"
Chocolate stood beside the carriage, flicking its tail to drive away the small flying insects in the wasteland.
Boom~
Seeing that [Frost Fist] could work, Jenkins didn't dodge this time, and let his right arm take a hard punch from the opponent. On the premise that his right hand temporarily lost consciousness, his left hand directly touched the Balrog's chest, and the frost immediately covered him. on top.
The Balrog paused, but immediately grabbed Jenkins' neck again. Jenkins ignored it at all, and hit its chest with his left hand quickly and continuously, even making his arms covered with frost.
The pair of claws managed to reach Jenkins, and the green fire burned the man's neck into a string of disgusting blisters. But that was the last thing that monster could do, the power of frost had crept into its heart, and for most creatures with "Balrog" in their name, that burning heart are at their core.
As the heart was covered by the extremely low temperature represented by Frost Fist, the power of Balrog weakened little by little. It finally grew its mouth, as if it wanted to curse Jenkins, but in the end it said nothing, and the green flame on its body slowly extinguished.
"It's a pity that monsters in this world don't drop strange things like magic cores."
Strange words were uttered by strange voices, and Jenkins' vocal cords were also injured, but fortunately, it was not difficult to treat, and it was enough to wipe it with his hands.
After standing still and waiting for a while, Jenkins checked the situation of the driver who was kicked out of the car after confirming that the blue aura representing the different species was dimming a little bit.
He didn't die, but was kicked so hard that he couldn't breathe. He opened his clothes and saw a crossed symbol of a leather whip and a sharp knife tattooed on the central spine of his back. Jenkins squinted his eyes and thought for a while before he remembered what it meant.
"The cult organization [Whip of the Dead]... followers of the evil god [Lord of Slaughter] have come to Nolan? I haven't heard the news... Besides, how could the cultists mix with the alien species?"
He thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he could only draw a rope to tie up the driver, and then stuffed it into the carriage together with the Balrog's body.
After finishing all this, Jenkins turned around and glanced at the open field, and after confirming that there were no omissions, he hugged his cat and climbed into the carriage. Taking the reins, he asked his cat:
"Chocolate, can you drive a carriage?"
The cat simply ignores this stupid question.
"What a coincidence, I wouldn't either."
Jenkins couldn't even ride a horse, let alone a carriage.
He picked up the whip that was on the side, glanced at it, put it down again, and then shook the reins like the coachman did. The boring horse, which was lowering its head and eating the grass on the roadside, started to move on its own. Although the speed is not fast, but it does start to move forward along the road.
"Great... No, it's not that direction, turn around quickly!"
Although there were some twists and turns in the process, Jenkins finally returned to the church before the arithmetic class started. The horse was more docile than Jenkins imagined. Although sometimes he couldn't understand Jenkins' intentions correctly, at least he didn't run around wantonly.
This made Jenkins realize more deeply the difference between chocolate and ordinary animals in terms of intelligence.
The horse was not hostile or dissatisfied with Mr. Writer who stunned his former owner, and finally sent the man, the corpse and the cat to the church smoothly.
Ask the guard at the church gate to lead the carriage into the stable behind the church, and then run quickly to Miss Bevanna's office. She was still there because there was Jenkins' fighting class tonight, and Jenkins was a little surprised when he knocked on the door:
"Good evening, Jenkins. Am I misremembering the time? Our class should start in two and a half hours."