Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Jenkins felt unusual shaking under his feet while thinking, so he hurriedly jumped into the yard. As he touched the ground, the wall behind him collapsed partially from the center. Although the area was small and no rocks hit him, the sound was enough to attract the attention of the monsters in the yard.

　　 The monster dragging the mace stopped, his head with only one big eye in the center of his face turned stiffly to look at him. At the moment when the two eyes were facing each other, Jenkins seemed to see the old man standing behind the mechanical shaft of the clock dial with his hands behind his back from behind the black vertical pupil.

　　 "Oops, it found me!"

　　 At the same time that his heart was bad, he had already pulled out his sword, and the monster was also spinning half a circle of his body in the roar, and threw the mace at Jenkins.

　　 The sword collided with the solid hammer, making a sour sound. Jenkins's wrist numb with the sword, and then in a slight bone cracking, he bends toward his arm 180 degrees, which is directly impacted by a huge force, and the back of his hand and arm are tightly attached to each other.

　　 At the first moment, he didn't feel the pain, he just watched his sword fly out in a whirl, and then the hammer flew towards him against his face.

　　 Stand on the ground with both feet, 【Power of Titan】Through the focus of the legs, the muscles have a special explosive power. The intact left hand pushed forward, and the explosive force hit the side of the hammer along with the thrust. Jenkins is not proficient in the skill of four or two strokes, so his left hand was also injured, but he was fortunate to change the trajectory of the hammer.

　　 Because of Jenkins's violent wave, it flew to the side at a faster speed, and then fell deeply into the back wall of the cafe, making a terrible sound.

　　 "This power is too terrible, right?"

　　 The green light spread to the wrist. The left hand was cured first, and then, enduring the severe pain, he used the left hand to break the bones of the right hand, and then the right wrist was also healed.

　　 At this time, the owner of the mace had once again held the handle of the hammer, and the weird man carrying the giant cross at the door of the warehouse had also hugged the cross in front of his chest.

　　 "This is a lot of trouble."

　　 With a wave of his right hand in the air, the sword that was slanted into the black blood after being knocked into the air flew straight towards Jenkins. He drew a circle around him with a sword in one hand, and then wrote two runes under his feet with great speed. Finally, he slammed the sword into the mud in the rune, and with the infusion of the spirit, the ritual of [Spirit Bone Protector] was activated.

　　 This is not a ritual that Jenkins learned from his father or the church, but the knowledge he gained from the sword in his hand. As the circle beneath the feet bloomed with decayed gray light, seven or eight bones flew out of the pile of bones in front of him. Before touching Jenkins, these bones were crushed by the circle of light, and then evenly wrapped around his upper body, even wrapped around his wrists and palms, forming a layer of bony white armor.

　　 The former owner of the Skeleton Sword has also used it, and the effect is better than Jenkins. Jenkins didn't know why the sword he was currently holding lacked a large amount of core knowledge and some of its strength. It could only be attributed to the fact that the sword itself was damaged while merging with the spirit of life.

　　 When the armor reached his body, he immediately became confident. At this moment, the tall and thin figure in black robes had already rushed up with a mace for the second time. Still turning around abruptly and using this force to throw the hammer out like a steam cannonball, Jenkins swung the sword as hard as the last time.

Only this time, while ensuring his own safety, he successfully pushed the hammer away and made it fly to the other side of the yard, and then swung his sword forward. Before the cross monster made a move, a sword hit the mace monster. His head broke.

　　 It fell to the ground amidst wailing, and then turned into soot along with its hammer and scattered to the ground.

"one left."

　　The spirit flows from the soul to the arm, and then into the sword. Turning around and flicking, the white sword light flew out, but before hitting the huge cross, the black semi-circular eggshell barrier flashed in the dirty air and actually stopped the sword.

　　Under the bright yellow moonlight, Jenkins finally saw the whole picture of the giant cross. Its whole body is black, and the wailing faces with big fists on the surface are intertwined, and some even overlap.

　　 As the cross was heavily inserted into the soil, black aura spread from the feet of the warehouse guard to the outer layer. In the black mud under the feet of the two, terrible power was instantly accumulated.

As the land in front of Jenkins bulged several bulges, oily water stains spread in the yard, and then five black tentacles broke out of the soil, soaking up the oil, they rose up like fast-growing trees. A breathing effort is even higher than Jenkins.

　　 "It was the main power just now, now is the master of spells?"

　　 Jenkins didn't panic either, and took his sword back, then turned his hand and took out his cane. Just swaying slightly in the air, it constantly thickened and changed like a living vine, rapidly changing to the appearance of a scepter.

　　 At the same time, he did not forget to take out a small cloth bag with cut parts of a creeper from his pocket, and toss the plant fragments with a ray of vitality around.

Chapter 1421 Chapter 1398 The People on the Wall and the Clock Tower

　　 After sprinkling the cut pieces of the creeper to the ground, Jenkins clasped the scepter with both hands and learned the posture of the gatekeeper to plunge into the cross toward the ground, and pierced the end of the scepter into the black mud under his feet.

　　 The green circle appeared under the feet, and as the emblem of the small tree pattern appeared, the majestic vitality erupted under the corrupt black soil and "ignited" the creeping tiger that fell in the mud.

　　 Almost instantly, the dark green tentacles rushed from the soil to the sky and climbed onto the suckers of the tiger's teeth and claws, making these plants that have broken through their growth limits even more terrifying than the black tentacles on the opposite side.

　　 pulled out the scepter from the soil and found that there was a gray root system floating at the bottom, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Lifting his head, the climbing tiger and the black tentacles are already entangled with each other. The two sides are huge, and the backyard of the ruined cafe suddenly seems to be filled with squirming tentacles.

　　 The janitor also drew out his own cross, holding the side with both hands and holding it up to the sky. With the black robe, this scene is a bit like a pious priest praying to the god, but what Jenkins saw in his eyes was the black aura that madly gathered behind him.

　　 A terrifying fear of looking at the abyss made Jenkins involuntarily raise his scepter and aim it at the aura, and the actinic orb on the top of the scepter burst into dazzling light. This light instantly dissipated the ambiguous and chaotic aura on the surface of the black iron cross, and Jenkins couldn't help thinking over the entangled group of tentacles and jumped in front of the gatekeeper, and the lightened orb on the top of the scepter directly hit its chest.

　　 The burst of white light at that moment made Jenkins unable to help but close his eyes. After a miserable howl, the gatekeeper in the black robe in the white light melted from his chest, leaving only a cloud of fly ash falling in the dead and silent city without wind.

　　 The white light went out, as if the eternal moonlight once again illuminated Jenkins.

　　 "The doomsday of the ashes curse, just these monsters are enough to destroy the world."

　　 He leaned against the wall and took a few breaths, calmed the restlessness of the spirit, and then drew away the vitality of the creeper that had lost his opponent, and then he was relieved.

　　 The surrounding area is very quiet, even if there was a lot of movement in the battle just now, the nearby monsters did not gather. Jenkins didn't know if it was because the old man at Clock Tower used a means to prevent the warehouse from being destroyed, or because of other reasons, he could only speed up his actions and do something before it was too late.

　　 raised his hand and pushed open the door of the warehouse. After raising the miner's lamp in his hand, he immediately saw the man whose limbs were open and fixed on the wall facing the door.

　　 It is not ropes or nails that fix him. His hands and feet have been integrated with the wall, as if they were folded back and laid in the wall.

　　 The clothes he wore were also weird. His feet were bare, and he seemed to have only a robe on his body. It was not like a normal dress from the material world, the black robe on his body was very similar to the two defeated monsters just now.

With this person as the center, on the wall facing the door, a blood-red ceremonial array is painted with an inverted pentagram. At the same time, there are burning red candles all over the room, leaving only a straight line from the door to the wall. Trails.

　　 This reminds Jenkins of the treacherous situation not long ago, and obviously this is a completely different thing.

"are you fine?"

　　 Jenkins hesitated for a moment and asked directly, but the man on the wall bowed his head and didn't speak at all.

　　 had some doubts in his heart, and wanted to go under the wall to confirm what was going on with him, but he instinctively felt that he was wrong when he started. He immediately took two steps back, and at this moment, the man who was fixed on the wall convulsed violently.

　　 Jenkins can only imagine that the person who has been shocked will have such convulsions, and he is very worried that he will die as a result. But instead of dying, he raised his head and looked at Jenkins with pure black eyes without whites:

　　 "I knew, you will definitely break the contract."

　　 That voice is not the voice of a middle-aged person, but the voice of an old man in the clock tower.

"Should I say that it was you? I didn't abide by the contract? Could it be that your promise to me was completely sincere? I don't remember that you once said that those ten rituals would cause the reality of Nolan to peel from the material world. as a result of."

　　 Jenkins wanted to step back to the door, but immediately thought of the purpose of this trip. He simply stood in place with his heart down, behind him was a dilapidated yard illuminated by bright yellow moonlight, and in front of him was a dirty warehouse lit by red candlelight. He raised his head to face the person fixed on the wall.

　　 "I didn't say that, it was because you didn't ask; and what you did was indeed a violation of the contract. I am curious, do you really care about the punishment of the contract?"

　　 Its voice is still so hoarse, but it doesn't have to face the mouth that grows in the palm of his hand, which relieves Jenkins from a lot of pressure.

　　 "I am not Jenkins R. Williams at all, why should I worry about contracts?"

　　 Jenkins asked sarcastically.

　　 "Hahahaha~"

　　 The other party laughed:

"Are the transcendents of this era so interesting? It reminds me of the time when I was still a mortal. Adventurers formed their own teams to explore the remains of the mainland. The extraordinary power is open to all curious people. People of our age , But very contractual."

　　 "The word "spirit of contract" comes out of your mouth. It is simply ironic. Do you really understand the meaning of this word in modern lingua franca?"

"I have no intention of wasting precious time arguing with you. Since you can find here, it is worth making some compromises. And you are indeed a capable person, and someone like you is useful. I give you strength, I can even Tell you the deepest secrets related to the gods, how about you do one more thing for me?"

　　 asked the man on the wall in a very sincere tone.

　　 "Since I came here, I naturally wanted to stop you."

　　 Jenkins sneered.

　　 "But you don't even dare to face me, otherwise we won't talk in this way."

"But this is enough. I think I probably guessed the reason why you were going to imprison this person. If my guess is correct, you have no way to break free from the imprisonment of the clock tower, so you can only find a suitable one. Your body moves freely in the outside world. What would happen to you if I destroy this body now?"

"Then I have to find another suitable body. But it shouldn't be difficult, because there will be a large number of mortals living with this doomsday city, and then I will have more choices. , It’s just that the hard-prepared ceremony needs to be re-arranged. I originally wanted to be able to witness the end of the day with my free body. What a pity..."

Chapter 1422 The first thousand three hundred and ninety-nine

　　 This remark completely disappointed Jenkins, who had just regained some confidence. What's more terrifying is that the other party was actually telling the truth, that is, even if the body in front of him was destroyed, it would not be able to prevent the doomsday Nolan from coming.

　　 Seeing the expression on Jenkins's face, the person on the wall raised his head and looked at Jenkins:

　　 "If you are not reconciled to this result, after destroying this body, you can come to the clock tower to find me at any time. I look forward to witnessing the end of the day with you."

　　 Then the body convulsed violently as if by an electric shock again, and the small warehouse returned to calm again.

　　 Jenkins stepped forward and touched the body fixed on the wall to confirm that he was still alive, but it was just an empty shell, and the original soul was long gone.

　　 "I didn't expect it would become like this."

　　 But it's not over yet. When Jenkins looked here just now, he saw a white aura instead of a light spot of the gifter's colorful abilities. In other words, the dazzling aura that attracted him was not this soulless body, but a gift hidden nearby.

　　 It was a very inconspicuous stone brick, which was placed in the corner of the room magnificently. Because of the dilapidation of the warehouse, this brick is very suitable to appear here. Except for the selected who can feel the gift, no one can think of what it is.

　　 Jenkins carefully walked through the candle cluster, bent over and picked up the stone brick. Its weight is not abnormal, but it feels like a jade.

　　 After applying a little force, the stone brick cracked, and the stone was scattered on the ground like it had been weathered for thousands of years. Jenkins shook his hand, shook off the dust from his hand, and then saw the wooden whistle he was holding.

　　 He hesitated to let the whistle establish contact with himself, and then blew it gently in his mouth. In the pleasant whisper, a sudden wind appeared in the originally windless city.

　　 That gust of wind soon broke into this small warehouse, causing the red candle flames everywhere in the warehouse to flicker and shake, but none of the candles went out because of it.

　　 What came with the wind was a pale blue soul phantom. He was wearing a mopping robe and covered his face with an expressionless mask commonly used by priests.

"who are you?"

　　 Jenkins asked, he thought this whistle was left by the poor man on the wall before his soul was crushed.

"saviour."

"sorry, I dont understand."

"Very poisonous snakes often have detoxifying herbs, and there are naturally ways to understand all of this in the doomsday illusion. The ruler is benevolent, and everything can be avoided. Regardless of the illusion and the illusion, this doomsday city actually exists. Means of cracking."

　　 The sound seemed to be floating from the sky. The person who spoke this way last time was the old priest in the ice castle.

　　 Jenkins thought for a while before he understood this passage.

　　 "Logically speaking, what you said makes sense, but...I don't understand, why I happened to be able to pick up this whistle here?"

　　 He looked at the people hanging on the wall, the meaning was quite obvious, and at the same time he was secretly complaining that the masters of other worlds like to do this kind of thing:

　　 "This is too much like a deliberate arrangement."

"There is no coincidence in this world, only inevitable. My existence makes this area the most spiritually rich area in the city, so this is also the most suitable location for ceremonies in this doomsday city. It is not that I chose to appear here, but Someone chose to hold the ceremony here."

　　 "Is the master arranged for you to wait here?"

　　 Jenkins asked, the other side hesitated obviously:

　　 "You actually know the great ones who control the world."

　　 "Actually, I don't just know that it's that simple... Then can you tell me how I should save this doomsday city? Or it just needs you to do it."

　　 "I am not a person in the material world, so I can't interfere with everything here. I can tell you the way, but you have to do it yourself."

　　 said the soul.

"no problem."

　　 Jenkins just waited for this sentence.

"Blow the trumpet of the doomsday from the sky overlooking the city, and its destruction will bring the sound of blessing. In the darkest moment, let new light illuminate the world. When the sound of blessing spreads through the city of doomsday, this Everything will collapse, and the new light will lead the future of the material world."

　　 "That...may I be more straightforward."

　　 The pale blue phantom nodded, and changed the view:

"Fly to the sky, blow the whistle with all your energy, and the sound of its destruction signalling the destruction of the city of doom. This sound will cause the moon to fall, and the most terrifying darkness will envelope here. You need to be here. At time, use the light generated by any extraordinary power to illuminate this city. At that time, the end will be ushered in here, and the light you lift up will become a gift, which is your reward for ruining the end."

　　 Jenkins understands this rather vernacular argument, but he still has questions:

　　 "But it seems to be forbidden here..."

　　 "What kind of flying method have you used?"

　　 "Ride a unicorn."

　　 "Unicorn?"

　　 The blue phantom repeated hesitantly, taking a look at Jenkins and then asking at a slightly faster rate:

　　 "Male...You have the blood of the high elf royal family? Which clan are you from?"

　　 "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about, my blood comes from the ancestors, and the ancestors are half-blood elves."

　　 He introduced it briefly, and was interested in this topic:

　　 "Could it be that even male elves cannot touch unicorns normally?"

"Only pure women, immature children, or the royal family of high elves are qualified to be carried by unicorns. This is obvious. Obviously, your elven blood must be noble. This is really interesting. Since follow my lord On the other side, I haven’t seen the high elves for a long time. The smell of this bloodline is...Huh? Sacrifice descendants?"

　　 "Yes, you must be the descendant of sacrificial ancestors among the Elves."

　　 The illusory figure nodded affirmatively, and then continued: