Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Do you think I will believe it?"

　　 The girl leaned on the door frame and said, this time she did not refuse to continue the conversation.

　　 "I know it sounds incredible, but it's true."

　　 Jenkins found that he could not prove this. Although he joined the school and received systematic training, he has been able to complete the introductory divination training so far, unable to master the unique abilities of those schools.

　　 "I only have this. This is a gift from my teacher's teacher when I joined the school."

　　 As he said, he took out the amethyst pendant from his neck. Miss Bronie Anse said that this thing can bring good luck, so Jenkins always carried it with him.

　　 He threw the pendant far away to the girl who was holding the crystal ball. The girl grabbed it, looked at it carefully, and looked suspiciously at Jenkins:

"This crystal is indeed very special. It cannot be made by the technology of this era. Although I still doubt your identity, you can come in and tell me carefully about your stories that you don't know true and false... ..Also, I don’t know what school you are talking about. I have always been alone. All my knowledge is learned from books or comprehended by myself... But if I one day If you want to pass them on, maybe it’s a good idea to use a crystal ball to record the list. Come in, but I don’t have tea or snacks to entertain you."

　　The interior of the hut in the forest is simple and simple, and the shelves against the wall are full of books, which is incredible for this era. From Jenkins's mouth, the young fortune-teller knew his origins and the story of his learning to fortune. Similarly, Jenkins also learned about the life of the fortuneteller and his future plans.

　　 Jenkins has confirmed that the girl in front of him is the founder of the school of divination to which he belongs, and is the teacher of his teacher’s teacher...teacher.

　　 "The fortuneteller believes in destiny, and our destiny is also connected, so by accident through time and space, I met you with a very small probability. This is enough to prove that everything I just said is not a lie."

　　 "Don't use fate as an excuse, I don't trust you completely."

　　 said the fortuneteller, but Jenkins thought she should have believed it completely, otherwise, whenever Jenkins mentioned the history of the school, he would be blushing with excitement.

　　 "You are not the only ancestor in the history of the school I have encountered. I have encountered another one, but he has been called by the great, and the soul after death has gone to another world."

　　 Jenkins continued.

　　 "Another world? It seems that you really know a lot of things."

　　 The fortune-teller obviously also knows the ruler and the world of the rulers. She took the initiative to pour a glass of water for Jenkins, which is a sign that she accepts him to sit here and will not suddenly drive him out.

"In short, no matter who you are, if you really come from the distant future, then you should be more careful. Didn't your teacher tell you that time is the most untouchable area for mortals? Things tell me that it may cause some unexpected troubles."

　　 said the girl.

"Don't worry about this, the material world is extremely stable for a long time, and it won't change because of the little waves. Besides, I don't always discuss the future with people in the past. Now I don't want to make you trust me to get a blood-sucking species. Information?"

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 "Vampire species..."

　　 The fortuneteller hesitated, then stood up and took out a book from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Jenkins:

"I really can't get its information by divination and prediction, but I know the strangeness of Blacktown. In an era older than now, a terrible thing was born here. Since then, the town has been born every few hundred years. Some terrible things will happen, but the town will not be destroyed because of this. This should be related to the amazing power of that terrible thing, just the residual influence that makes this place like this.

　　I moved here because I wanted to study the history of the town, hoping to be inspired by my destiny. But I take it for granted, the terrible level here is beyond the reach of mortals. Did you know that no matter how many things have happened here, no outsider will notice the strangeness, even if the locals compile these legends and stories into a book, it will not arouse anyone's alertness.

　　 This is a phenomenon even more terrifying than a curse, and it is close to the laws of the local nature. I have given up staying here and will move out soon, but this does not mean that my research has not yielded any results—according to the local legends and the documents of the town hall, about a thousand years ago, one died near here. A Duke-level blood-sucking species, but its body has not been found. Do you know what this means? "

Chapter 1485 The first thousand four hundred and sixty-two chapters of low-level combat

"Even if the Duke-level blood-sucking species is really dead, the remaining power of the corpse is enough to transform an ordinary person into a powerful blood-sucking species; if it does not die, then a thousand years of time is enough to wake up this kind of alien species with powerful self-healing ability. come."

　　 Jenkins guessed.

"I am more inclined to the previous guess, because the blood-sucking species that haunt the town now are obviously very young. If you ask the witch in the town, you can also know. If the monster that kills now is really because of contact with ancient times The corpse of the vampire species turns into a different species, so it’s not surprising to have some strange props to cover your whereabouts, so I can’t find him. But after all, it’s not a naturally born alien. There are still some skills to distinguish. of."

　　 The book of the fortune-teller records the affairs of the vampire king thousands of years ago, and it mentions some secrets about the vampire species, which gave Jenkins an idea to deal with the murderer.

　　 Seeing that it was evening when the sky was getting dark, he got up and said goodbye, planning to return to the church to tell the priest his plan. The fortune-teller got up to say goodbye to him, standing at the door watching Jenkins open the fence and prepare to walk into the woods.

"That one......"

　　 The girl held the door and said hesitantly, Jenkins turned and looked at her.

　　 "Anything else?"

"What's your name?"

　　 she asked.

"This... it's better not to say it. I never ask someone else's name in the past, and I never reveal my name, because it may cause unnecessary trouble, but I can show you it. What am I looking like?"

　　 Talking, Jenkins removed the disguise of the black robe, revealing the original image of Jenkins in pajamas. Standing in the snowy woodland wearing pajamas, it was originally a ridiculous appearance, but the girl blushed inexplicably, because Jenkins's half-elf face was indeed very attractive:

　　 "If everything you just said is true, in the future, remember to carry forward your school."

"Most definitely."

　　 Jenkins nodded, then turned and walked straight into the woods.

　　 That night, all the plans have been made. Jenkins bid farewell to the old priest and left the church. It was late at night. He stepped on the snow step by step and walked to the small square of the town. There are no street lights in this backward era. The moon tonight is also covered by clouds. Although it is dark here, the one standing on the square The man is still very conspicuous.

　　 "I knew you would come. That **** fortuneteller must have told you what she knew."

　　 The eyes of the person who spoke seemed to be burning with blood-colored flames. After approaching, Jenkins realized that the other party was not standing, but floating on the snow. His voice was normal, not as disgusting as that ugly face.

　　 "Yes, now it seems that the fortuneteller's guess is right. You are indeed an ordinary person who was assimilated by a different kind of blood after accidentally touching a different kind of corpse."

　　 Jenkins confirmed.

　　 "I am no ordinary person now."

　　 While speaking, Jenkins had already walked into the area of ​​the square, and the snowy surface made a creaking sound under his feet.

　　 "Today I saw a stranger in the town, and I knew that you must have come for me. I think you must be surprised. Just when you were ready to find me, you received my invitation to meet you."

　　 Vampire said.

　　 He is right. Jenkins is indeed a little surprised. He will appear here. It is not the original plan, but it is not a bad thing. At least he doesn't need to look for it deliberately.

　　 "I will **** your blood, warn travelers who may come later not to be nosy, and let the witches, priests and fortune-tellers in the town know that no one can deal with me."

　　 The moon finally showed its head from behind the clouds, and the light of the red moon shone on the body of the vampire, allowing Jenkins to see his hideous face thoroughly.

　　 The monster instantly turned into a cloud of black smoke and rushed towards the standing Jenkins. After being swiftly avoided by Jenkins, the black smoke turned sharply in the air and flew towards the back of his head again.

　　 Jenkins slid to the side and lay down on the ground, then rolled twice on the snow and turned over again. The right hand stopped in front of his face, letting the oncoming black smoke collide with the flame in his hand.

　　 At the same time as the scream of the vampire species came, he closed his fist and turned and squatted, and then kicked it out. The beautiful reflex kick happened to hit the vampire species that had just changed from fog to entity.

　　 All this happened in just a few seconds. The blood-sucking species drew a long distance along the snowy surface before stopping. Jenkins watched him climb up embarrassedly, spitting black blood and staring at himself in surprise.

　　 "How can you be so strong?"

　　 "Actually this is just a warm-up."

　　 is not bragging about yourself, this is the truth. In this era of extraordinary decline, the power level is worse than Jenkins guessed. After the fight, he suddenly discovered that he didn't need any plans at all, and no one could beat him here.

　　 "You wait, I will be back!"

　　 said, those vampire species exploded in place, turning into dozens of little bats and flying in all directions.

　　 At this moment, I only heard someone shouting from the roof of the house on the east side of the square:

　　 "In the name of God!"

　　 The old priest wearing sacrificial robes stretched his arms, and the dazzling light burst out from him, and the bat flying towards the east retreated.

　　 "Don't come here, you disgusting things!"

　　 The witch appeared at the intersection on the west side, holding a small bag in her left hand, and constantly sprinkling the dust in the bag with her right hand. Bats flying to the west could not pass through the obstacles of these dust and could only retreat in the same way.

　　 "You can't get through here!"

　　 The young fortune-teller appeared to the south holding her mithril dagger. She constantly wielded her weapon while using spells to disperse the power of darkness, and reluctantly drove the bats back.

　　 The bat flying to the north was burned to ashes by Jenkins when it appeared. Jenkins can't catch all the flying objects, but it's okay if it's just a few.

　　 The remaining bats gathered together again, and the panting blood-sucking species reappeared under the surrounding of four human transcendents.

　　 "You can't kill me. Even if you annihilate my soul and bury my body in the ground, the power of the vampire species will still re-emerge in the future. This is a power that you short-born species will never be able to experience."

　　 It roared at the crowd, and suddenly got up and rushed to the fortune-teller, but was kicked back by Jenkins. The falling snow showed strange traces beside Jenkins. Under the effect of [Ice Ice], the snowflake passed by Jenkins in a whirl, slowly enveloping the moaning vampire species, and finally frozen it completely. In the ice.

　　 During this process, Jenkins just stood there without even reaching out his hand, which surprised the other three companions, none of them had seen this kind of power.

　　PS: Seek everything at the beginning of the month.

Chapter 1486 The first thousand four hundred and sixty-three chapters of melancholy without results

　　 "Unfortunately, maybe for you there is no nemesis in this era, but for me you are just a bug."

　　 Jenkins stared at the big ice block in front of him, and then he reached out to the fortune-teller on the side. The girl was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was handing the Mithril dagger to Jenkins.

　　 "Why is this a bit familiar?"

　　 He looked at the heavy dagger in his hand for a moment, and then naturally injected the huge life spirit in his body. Under the washing of extraordinary power, the surface of the originally quite mysterious Mithril dagger showed a strange mottled pattern.

　　 Jenkins took a step forward, first planted a handful of seeds, and then neatly plunged the dagger into the ice, into the forehead of the vampire species. Then he took a step back and watched the spirit of life erupt in the latter's body, and then a small tree appeared on the spot, directly splitting the creatures in the ice.

Before raising his feet, he held the flying dagger. It was natural to take the next step and walk to the newborn blood-red tree. With a light stroke of the dagger, under the control of [Life Origin], the magical power and The huge spirit of life was drawn out, and the small tree that grew from the body of the blood-sucking species immediately withered.

　　 The dagger in his hand was buzzing, seeming to be celebrating. Jenkins disdains to absorb alien spirits to pollute himself, and there are not many spirits, so the power and life spirits of the blood-sucking species are attached to this noble mythril material. In the hands of the future **** of lies, it is completely Metamorphosis.

　　 With the appearance of more and more patterns, the dagger itself becomes elongated and deformed. Although it is only slightly longer, it also means that it is no longer a mortal thing. It can already be classified as a Class B item.

　　 "It really is you, B-05-4-3911 [Vampire Buster]."

　　 Ten thousand years later, it will appear in Stuart’s royal treasury, and it will be lent to Jenkins by a certain little princess to deal with Nolan’s vampire incident. And ten thousand years ago, at this time Jenkins understood that all this was not a coincidence. This dagger was originally born in his hands.

"you......"

　　 The old priest looked at Jenkins and the dagger that glowed with the magical light in his hand, and he was a little speechless. The priest didn't know what this meant, but he also understood that it was absolutely abnormal.

"I should be going."

　　 He stuffed the dagger back into the hands of the fortuneteller, looked around and waited for the pages to appear.

　　 "Who are you?"

　　 the witch asked cautiously, carefully watching the fortune-teller holding an extraordinary weapon.

　　 "I'm just a traveler passing by here by accident, I don't think you will see me again."

　　 He replied, but he never found the expected page in the snow. He looked at the place where there was only a blood-sucking corpse left, where the snow layer was very thin, and it didn't look like the pages of a book were hidden.

　　 "You want to give this to me?"

　　The fortuneteller asked suddenly, holding [Vampire Buster] in both hands, a little at a loss.

　　 "This dagger originally belonged to you. It probably has some unique skills against vampire species. Although it is somewhat useless, its texture should be improved."

　　 Jenkins said, he can't bring things from the past to the present.

　　 "Are you leaving now?"

　　The young girl asked again. Only she understood the meaning of this sentence. What the strange man was going to was a future that none of them could touch.

　　 "Yes, I think my business is over."

　　 He turned his head to look at the young fortune-teller.

　　 "Then take this with you. You said that you can't get started with divination. I think this can help you."

　　 She took out a notebook from her robe and stuffed it to Jenkins. Jenkins wanted to refuse because he could not carry this thing into the future. But thinking that the two met in the evening, if she really wants to prepare for this, she can only spare no effort to use the few hours just now to write a book.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 He smiled at the girl, who blushed and lowered his head. Jenkins knows the subtle thoughts in the other's heart, but they are not destined to be of the same age.

　　 looked down at the notebook, [Book of Memories] quickly imprinted the picture in front of me. When the notebook was turned to the end, a few pages of old thread-bound book paper appeared in the interlayer. Jenkins smiled with emotion, picked up the paper and wanted to say goodbye. When he raised his head, he was suddenly kissed on the side of the cheek by the girl.

　　 "Remember, you have promised me, you must remember to carry forward the school."

　　 Waking up from the bed again, Jenkins leaned on the head of the bed for a long time without easing himself. He raised his hand and touched his cheek, wondering how the complex feelings in his heart should be expressed.

　　 "This is a bit too...that's just an ancient girl I met by chance. In this era, she probably doesn't even exist anymore..."

　　 Even though I think so, I feel even more uncomfortable in my heart. He didn't fall in love with the ancient fortune-teller at first sight, but regretted that he would never see her again.

　　 "It seems inappropriate to disturb Miss Audrey so late. Let's go and ask, I want to know her final outcome."

　　 Thinking like this, people have returned to Nolan. At home, he changed his pajamas and changed into normal clothes, and let the unicorn carry him to Miss Audrey's house on the outskirts of the city. It was already one o'clock in the morning, and of course Miss Audrey had fallen asleep. The irritable Jenkins hesitated for a while before knocking on the door of his divination teacher's house.

　　 "I am still immature as expected."

　　 After knocking on the door, he lowered his head and thought.