Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Episode 820 Chapter 803 Skeleton Sword Appears

　　The things of the past that I missed in my heart moved forward, and at the moment when I was close to the boy, a very bad premonition suddenly surged into Wilkawan's heart. Without thinking about it, he subconsciously raised his right hand, and the bullet with golden glow instantly penetrated into the bone armor extending from the flesh and blood, but it did not penetrate.

"who is it?"

Backing fast while talking, a black ball was thrown out of the pocket. After it touched the soil, it quickly merged with the soil, and after two breaths, it grew into a three-foot (about 1.828m) high meat. Red clay puppet.

　　 "Undead-meat puppet?"

The boy on the side of 　　 bends down to pick up the bullet and the shell, and then puts up his arm to catch the white cat that jumped from the nearby dirt wall. His dark eyes were very energetic. They were definitely not the eyes that a slum boy could have.

"who are you?"

　　 Will Kawan asked again, but he knew it when he saw the cat. This is just to delay time, he is actually not good at close combat.

　　 "It doesn't matter who I am, I am actually curious about who you are."

　　 Jenkins, disguised as a boy, inserted the pistol into his waist, still holding the branch in his left hand, the palm of his right hand was burning with flames, and two silver ribbons of light rushing like a galaxy were wrapped around his arms.

　　'S body squatted slightly, and then, with the huge bouncing power brought by [Cat's Grace], the boy shot out from the ground like a toad's tongue. Jenkins's strength, speed and reaction ability completely surpassed Wilkawan's best level, but his punch once again hit the bone armor that emerged from the surface of his body.

　　 Jenkins is not sure if this is an ability or an item, but the thing is extremely strong, and it can automatically abandon the part ignited by the inextinguishable fire.

　　 "You doped mental blocking metal in it?"

　　 Even the silver light flakes flying out were blocked by the bone armor.

　　 "Yes, you are very right."

　　 Wilkawang is still backing, it takes time for him to summon the undead. Even with bone armor now, it would still be a stupid behavior to fight in close combat with the high-level gifter in front of him.

　　Bone Armor appeared from his right forearm at this time, and spread to the whole body at a rapid speed. This armor is very distinctive. Even if it is only white, it can show the beauty of death while ensuring the safety of the user and making it easy to move.

　　 Jenkins and his opponent were just knocked back by the counter-shock punch, and his right hand was also aching due to hitting the bone armor. But he was unwilling to step forward again, this time like a whip, throwing out the branch of his left hand.

　　 This is not a weapon that contains extraordinary power. It is really an ordinary branch. It was revived by Jenkins with a dead branch picked from the wall. But it was full of vitality at this moment. After contacting the pale bone armor, instead of breaking apart, it clung to the bone armor like a vine and began to grow.

　　 At this time, the scary living corpses finally rushed out of the shops on both sides, but even if Jenkins' left hand loosened the branches to deal with the dead spirits, the bone armor was still firmly fixed by the plants. For this reason, Wilkawang, wearing a bone armor, is also fixed in place and unable to move. The armor that originally protected him has now become a cage.

　　 The branches climbed onto the bone armor and finally touched the ground, and then the roots and crowns grew, and they took root firmly. By the time Jenkins burned the two corpses, Wilkawan was already tightly entangled with trees and bones and could not move.

　　 "Look, life is more effective in dealing with death."

　　 The boy disguised as Jenkins smiled, and Wilkawan in the tree also smiled at Jenkins.

　　 Yin wind blows from the entrance of the alley, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker. The alley was filled with the smell of rotten corpses, and the sun in the sky was blocked by clouds floating from nowhere.

　　 Click~

　　 The thunder at the end of winter was audible, and with the first thunder slashing, the goose-feather-like snowflakes were sprinkled down without warning. But the snowflakes were actually gray and filled the world silently.

　　 A cold breath oozes from the ground and spreads along the legs to the whole body. This is even more terrifying temperature than the ice of the former eighth-level gifted ice messenger, and Jenkins actually felt unable to control his legs.

　　 At the same time, Ruoyoruowu's whispering changed from low to high, and with the music like a funeral march from the sky, two bone claws stretched out in the void to clasp Jenkins' shoulders.

　　 Shocking ghosts and phantoms shuttled through the alleys, and the purple-black undead flowers that only appeared in the land of death filled the alleys against the gray snow.

　　 After all these visions were revealed, in the air directly in front of Jenkins, a sword blade glowing with cold appeared.

　　 The center of the sword body is white and bony, surrounded by white silver metal. The shape of the blade is uneven, but the cold light of the blade proves its power. The hilt of the sword was decorated with two hideous skeletons, and the faint blue fire light dotted the eyes of the skeletons, and made this sword emit a seductive light in the dark.

　　 It split the air to Jenkins' forehead, and in the air in front of the boy, the arc-shaped buckler made quickly by [Read Write] appeared out of thin air, slightly shifting the forward direction of the sword.

　　 It was really a flashing moment, Jenkins almost made the right defense by instinctive reaction. The buckler was split by the sword but it worked, but the sword still stabbed Jenkins's left arm and plunged deeply into the mud beside him.

　　The gray goose feather snow covered the entire alley within a few minutes, and Jenkins, who was stiff, could almost hear the laughter of the sword beside him.

　　 The world in front of him was distorted, and the cemetery lined with sword-shaped tombstones once again appeared in front of him. This time Jenkins can confirm that the sword inserted in the center of the cemetery is the one beside him, and in the black soil, all kinds of undead creatures are gradually recovering, peeking at the flesh and blood of the living. .....

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The clear and beautiful meow sounds like the first ray of sunlight that cut through the night, and the unconscious Jenkins instantly woke up.

　　 The cemetery phantom in front of him collapsed in an instant, and the alley of falling snow reappeared in front of Jenkins. Compared to the arm pierced by the sword, the hot pain on the side of the cheek made Jenkins more realistic. This was the chocolate grabbed to wake Jenkins.

　　 "Damn cat!"

　　 Seeing Jenkins awakened before being lost in the illusion, Wilkawang exclaimed furiously. At the same time that the sword appeared, the saplings fixed on the ground were completely dead. At this time, the young man was stepping away from the little boy dressed as Jenkins, and in the shops and hotels beside him, the undead had already stepped into the snow.

Chapter 821 Chapter 804 Gold and Black

　　 The legendary warrior is probably what Jenkins is now.

　　 He has no companions, he is alone in a narrow alley, against the background of the weird gray snow, all kinds of undead are surrounding him. There is a strange enemy in front of him, and a weird weapon behind him. Unlike a knight novel, in this case, the protagonist will not have a cat on his shoulder.

　　 "It's amazing, oh~"

　　 Jenkins screamed. After waking up from the terrible illusion, he wanted to touch the terrible sword beside him for the first time. Since this thing is very powerful, it should be possible to try to control it himself. He is very confident in his own conditions.

　　 But before the palm of his hand touched the hilt, he couldn't help retracting his arm because of the deep tingling sensation.

　　 The soil that the sword pierced into has turned into a dark color at the moment, and the trembling pressure made Jenkins subconsciously not even look directly at its blade.

　　 But I have to admit, it is really beautiful. Jenkins has never seen such a weapon that meets his tastes. Whether in terms of appearance or strength, this sword perfectly fits his aesthetics and requirements.

　　 Thinking of this, Jenkins stretched out his palm again...

　　 "Meow~"

　　 "I know I know, I am not tempted by it, just want to try to control it. If it succeeds, we will reduce a lot of trouble."

　　 Jenkins explained to his cat, but still couldn't touch the sword with his palm.

　　 Gray and black air currents hovered around the sword, and occasionally I could see terrifying human faces wailing in those air currents. Observing with the real eye from close, Jenkins could see countless tragic souls being squeezed and staying around the sword. These are confined spoils, and the amount is scary.

　　 If Jenkins wants to touch that sword, he must first break through the obstacles of these souls.

　　 "That is my weapon, it was chosen for me!"

　　 Will Kawan said loudly from a distance, he retreated very fast, obviously he was afraid of fighting Jenkins head-on.

　　 "I am the chosen one, at least until I die, no one can take it from me!"

　　 probably thought that he had reached a safe distance in his heart, and his confidence in his words became quite sufficient. At this moment, I want to laugh at Jenkins' greed, but I still have some sense, knowing what I should do most now.

　　 "Oh, believers in the **** of lies, in fact, we don't need to be hostile at all! You see, I'm just a necromantic enthusiast. Tell me what you want, except that sword, I can give you anything!"

　　He is actively showing weakness, and he is really showing weakness. During the period when he came to this city, Wilkawan was fully aware of the troublesomeness of this group of people. If you can make peace, it will be a better thing.

　　 "If I said I was guarding this city, would you believe it?"

　　 Jenkins narrowed his eyes to look at the terrifying undead surrounding him, not caring about the gray snow falling on his shoulders. But chocolate cares very much. It has never liked these cold things. The tail swept lightly, and the falling snow flakes weirdly avoided its position, which gave Jenkins a small dry area on his right shoulder.

　　 "In other words, you must be hostile to me?"

　　 Will Kawan concluded in a low voice, and then clapped his palms, and the undead creatures surrounding Jenkins immediately rushed to the little boy.

　　 The flame rose from Jenkins's body, melting the snowflakes and blocking the attackers in the innermost circle. The heat makes the water vapor in the air rise rapidly, and the air has a wonderful optical effect and becomes distorted.

Jenkins did not activate the cat’s grace this time, but instead let the immortal flame spread all over his body, recalling the emotions when he mistakenly thought that the chocolate died that day, and again let the immortal fire merge with his body in his rage, and become a flame spirit. Knocked out from the group of undead.

　　 He rushed forward to Wilkawang who was far away, and Wilkawang backed away, pulling out the terrible sword from the air again. The gray-blue soul fire spread all over the sword. He slammed the sword forward, and the flame engulfed the wailing soul, rushing towards Jenkins like a tornado.

　　 "Knowledge, vanilla, be careful!"

　　 He reminded hurriedly, almost calling the wrong name. The running body suddenly fell forward and then pressed his hands on the ground, like an agile cat, thrillingly avoiding the gray-blue flame tornado.

　　This posture is of course indecent, but it is better than being melted by a fire tornado like the undead creatures chasing behind him.

　　Only the scattered sparks fell on Jenkins' clothes and hair, and even penetrated the flame's body. The curse and the flame wanted to devour the man, but was quickly assimilated and absorbed by another flame.

　　 Jenkins frowned and stood up and retracted his flames, extinguished the largest cluster of flames at the cuffs with the palm of his right hand, and then looked at Wilkawan who was holding the sword:

　　 "A very powerful sword, that's A-12-1-0044 [Dead Soul's Skeleton Sword], right?"

　　 Will Kawan is noncommittal, pointing at Jenkins with a sword in his hand:

　　 "Offensive!"

　　 Following his command, the air behind him was distorted. Terrible evil spirits from all ages flowed out from behind Wilkawang like a tide. This alley is like a river, let the evil spirits rush forward towards Jenkins, trying to tear the man to pieces.

　　 Such a dense soul tide can be observed even with the naked eye. The gray soul mist rushed and covered the alleys, but only the soul in the front could hear the prayer that Jenkins said:

　　 "Praise the sages, praise the beautiful gods, and may your brilliance illuminate the path of mankind."

　　Praying to the sage is the safest way before finding a way to pray to oneself and gain the power of divine magic.

　　 The soul trend is about to hit Jenkins with three feet left, and the dazzling golden light bursts out of him instantly, like an island in the river, splitting the tide abruptly into two halves.

　　 The three-foot area around the man was filled with golden brilliance, and three feet away, the tide of evil spirits rushed and completely flooded the alley.

　　 He is as dazzling as the sun in the middle of the gray mist, and at a distance of a dozen steps away, the body of Wilkawang holding a sword is exuding black that is representative of a sly. This makes him like a black hole that absorbs all the light, with a terrifying sword laughing wildly in his hand, waiting to kill the powerful enemy on the opposite side.

　　 This should be Jenkins's performance most like the "Holy Son". The divine golden brilliance made his whole person solemn. The golden light bit by bit ate up the endless tide of souls, and bit by bit suppressed the power of the opposite sword.

　　 Seeing that he still couldn't suppress the opponent, Wilkawan swung down the Skeleton Sword for the third time, and black lightning blew above the two of them. He rose to the sky little by little, looking down at the golden brilliance in the soul tide from a higher position.

　　PS: Do you like such a long fight plot?

Chapter 822 Chapter Eighty Five

　　 The terrible Undead Sword was held in both hands and lifted above the head, and the whispers, whispers, and the wailing that seemed to come from **** sounded loudly.

　　The black brilliance was gathered on the blade, and the gray snow whirled around him. The dark clouds in the sky formed a huge skull-like pattern above his head, and the ground below was quietly changing the color of the cemetery.

　　 The scene at that moment is indescribable, and the snowy sky seems to be the end of the world. But fortunately, Wilkawang was not flying high enough, and the wind and sand in the air prevented people nearby from opening their eyes, otherwise the people outside the alley would have seen this scene.

　　 Jenkins was unable to move under the pressure of the huge wind above his head. He tried to raise his hands, but the terrible weapon seemed to have locked him. The hairs on the back of his neck are all in. Even if he doesn't know how to fortune telling now, he still knows that if he is hit head-on, he will probably end up with a serious injury.

But at least this time his luck was good. While the Skeleton Sword condensed its strength, the blue brilliance cut through the snowy sky and shot from the distant [Ocean and Exploration] Temple, 嘡~ a blow Hit the sword.

Wilkawang subconsciously swung his sword in the direction that the beam of light casts. The black crescent-shaped shock wave and the trident formed by the blue phantom canceled each other out in mid-air, and the splattered black powder and light blue light dots spilled onto the ground. . .

　　 "Oh, it looks like I'm leaving now."

　　 Jenkins had already foreseen what would happen next. He quickly threw the cat on his shoulder out of the alley, and his figure faded a little bit, and completely disappeared before other people flew in the sky.

But Wilkawang can’t leave now, the old man holding the golden trident, Miss Bevana holding the book, Mr. Dasvis carrying a small coffin and Miss Audrey’s friend Bronnie Miss Anse appeared in the air at the same time.

　　 The movement just now was really too big, the gray snow that covered the entire city at the same time attracted the attention of the demigods residing in the city.

　　 "Well, Miss Broniance is already a demigod?"

　　 Jenkins had already noticed that the guardians of this city were approaching here, so before they appeared above, they relied on [Real Phantom] to escape early. He has now changed his appearance again, with the orange kitten Maple Leaf watching the excitement in the distance.

　　 The Church of Righteous God is actually also very interested in believers of the God of Lies, but now the eye-catching sword is the real point.

　　 "We do not guarantee that you will survive, but if you drop the weapon in your hand, you can suffer less."

　　 The demigod of the Church of Death and the End was the first to speak. When he saw the sword, he already recognized what it was.

"is it?"

　　 Will Kawan asked back, and suddenly threw the Skeleton Sword into the sky. A black ray of light broke through the clouds and enveloped him, and the yin wind rising on the ground met the beam of light from bottom to top.

　　 The harsh whistle was heard by everyone at the same time, and the three tornadoes that were connected to the sky and the earth appeared in the city in the blink of an eye.

　　 "Damn it, using A-05-1-4906 in a densely populated urban area, hurricane maker!"

　　 The ocean and the old man who explored the church shouted aloud, and then stretched out his hand to eliminate the disaster that was about to take shape with the other demigods.

　　 Wilkawang took this opportunity and disappeared long ago. The black light almost moved him and the sword into the alley a few blocks away in a spatially moving manner.

　　 The young man stood by the garbage dump and could see the Fifth Queen's Road outside the alley. People on the street fleeing away screaming.

　　 He snorted and staggered out of the alley. At the same time, a woman with a red hat also passed through the alley and ran away from the tornado with the crowd.

　　 The violent wind blew snowflakes and all kinds of garbage into the sky, and the signs facing the street rustled in the hurricane, as if they might fall down at any time. People ran to the distance under their hats and skirts, or hid in the house nearby, while the woman who passed Wilkawan suddenly stretched out a hand that was burning with flames, piercing his heart.

　　 "Well, it's not dead?"

　　 Jenkins said in surprise. Instead of catching the heart with his hand, he caught a cold stone. He wanted to attack his head again, but the human figure in his hand suddenly became withered bones and his arms were strung together.

　　 "[For the dead]?"

　　 One of the strongest escape methods in necromancy. At the moment of dying, the position of the real body and the surrogate body are replaced, but the core of the ritual required by the surrogate body is often a powerful gathering of dead spirits.

　　 "Damn, he escaped in the end!"