Dominate the Treacherous Realm

"This is only part of the reason, it is really a pity, mortal, I see your determination and courage, and also see your clumsy means and sad end, but you can't follow me to leave, you are guilty, you are infected with this There are so many beginnings and ends of the path of glory, why should you choose to end here?"

　　 the angel asked.

"I do not understand what you were saying."

　　 The traveler Camel asked again, but Jenkins guessed the truth.

"You shouldn't die here. This ancient path of glory has long been polluted. You should choose another path. This is also the Lord's test of believers. A qualified traveler should have the ability to avoid danger and choose a path. If there is no such thing, , Then at least you should be lucky enough... Sorry, mortal, you are destined to sink here. I chose to see you, just pitying your courage and hard work, so I want to tell you the truth."

　　 The brilliance surrounding the angel began to shrink, the beam of light that fell from the sky was also dimming, and the angel was about to go back.

"what?"

　　 The traveler asked incredible:

　　 "No! This is not true!"

　　 His soul wailed, and rushed to the angel without reason, perhaps because he wanted the disappearing angel to take him away. But the consequence of such a reckless approach was that the soul was shattered by the angel's light. He shouldn't show even the slightest hostility in front of the angel. The divine light was not capable of judging the intentions of mortals.

　　 "I curse you!"

　　 The traveler’s soul yelled to the town before he died:

"I curse everyone who lives here! I curse you, and my descendants will inherit everything from me. One day they will bring those extraordinary alchemy items, kill all of you, and destroy all of your souls. Crush it!"

　　 The curse before the broken soul evoked the weird spirits that existed in the town. The last cry from the traveler's soul was also the purest maliciousness. In Jenkins' eyes, it actually formed a black aura spreading towards the town.

　　 Of course, those auras will voluntarily go around when they meet Jenkins, but apart from him, all the living people here will be cursed and implicated.

"How is this going?"

　　 Jenkins asked the angel who had not left, and then looked at the traveler’s soul with some regret. He admired this person very much, and this person helped himself.

"He has walked the path of glory. If he didn't choose the wrong destination, he should have left the material world with me to meet my lord. Therefore, to a certain extent, his soul is no longer a pure mortal soul. Such a soul The resentment shouted at the moment of disillusionment overlaps with the sins of this town, enough to form a curse with far-reaching influence."

　　 the angel explained humbly.

　　 "What will happen here?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

"Soon, the townspeople who detect something wrong will leave here and scattered around the world, and the new settlers will not be affected by the curse. The descendants of the cursed townspeople will continue to be affected by the curse and die. The descendants of Carmel will also hunt them down under the influence of the curse. This will be a long-lasting revenge ritual, and it may take a long time to end."

　　 said the angel pityingly.

　　 "It's all because of something as simple as tonight?"

"Yes, the great, everything is as simple as that. To successfully pass the path of our Lord's glory, Mortal Kamel has proven that he is extraordinary. All of this is reasonable. This is a revenge ritual born with a very small probability. , I can't stop..."

　　 The angel left soon, and Jenkins cleared up his mood and prepared to leave here. He returned to the empty hotel and found the formula for the dust that could make people fluent in the traveler's backpack. At the same time, he found the page of this story in the backpack.

　　 Waking up from the bed for the seventh time, Jenkins reached out and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.

　　 "The last name of the traveler is Carmel..."

　　 He muttered to himself as he got out of bed and opened the window, letting the cool night breeze in from outside the window, and at the same time eased the anxiety in his heart.

So far, he has encountered two incidents related to the surname of Kamel. The most recent one was the cursed Kamel family, but this incident has been completely over, the only survivor of the ancient Kamel family. It’s Mr. Hood, who doesn’t know the truth; the other thing is a thrift store that appeared in the "True Phantom" period. It sold a lot of prohibited items and even tricks. The thrift store even interacted with [Quanzhibao]. The ancient soul in the mirror was implicated, but was lost before the church was searched.

Chapter 1482 The first thousand four hundred and fifty-nine

　　 It is currently known that many unexplained artifacts in Nolan Diocese are related to Carmel's thrift shop, and some of the tricks have clear evidence to prove that they flowed from the Carmel thrift shop.

　　 "If the powerful alchemical items from the ancient times are equated with modern tricks, then the thrift shop owner Carmel, who has many numbered items, will be the descendants of the ancient travellers I met?"

　　 There is no evidence to connect these two events, but Jenkins has long understood that there are few coincidences around him. It's just that if this guess is true, you have to go back to Nolan to confirm it. If you know the purpose of the thrift store selling tricks, it will greatly help the church to arrest the owner of Kamel.

　　 It's already halfway through the night, and Jenkins, who has read the midnight story, completely gave up his desire to sleep. He breathed fresh air in front of the window for a while, and then walked out of the room while recalling the ancient traveler's translation dust formula.

　　 The traveler is right. This formula is extremely close to the people. Even in the eighteenth century, various materials are easy to find. Compared to the past, the names and measurement units of some materials have undergone great changes, but as long as they are translated back, configuring dust is not a problem.

　　 The airship originally carried sufficient supplies, plus the material storage of the church itself, although it was a bit troublesome, but Jenkins only took more than 20 minutes to get the finished product. No one asked him what he wanted to configure, and he was so happy that he didn't need to explain. After stuffing the glass vial into the pocket of his pajamas, he returned to the bed again, got into the quilt, and opened the "Secrets of Black Town". Opened the eighth story:

　　 ""Vampire Passion"? How does it sound like a modern female writer's unrealistic love story about vampires?"

　　 With this thought, he once again came to the small town of Black in the gloomy weather. Snow is floating in the sky, and it is obviously winter. Jenkins in pajamas is a bit out of place in the street, but luckily there is no one on the street.

　　 This time the story is quite fairy tale. It is easy to see that the moral of the story is to warn young girls not to easily believe the rhetoric of those handsome young men.

　　 Although the story itself was a bit bloody, it ended with the townspeople catching the blood-sucking species in the town. Just based on the routines of the previous stories, events that actually happened in history will certainly not be that simple.

　　 "From the background of the story, the current point of time is still after the Great Disappearance of Alien Species. The only suspected supernatural person who appeared was the old priest of the church, but he only temporarily expelled the vampire with the ability similar to [Holy Light]."

　　 Jenkins thought, stepping on the snow to find the small town church of this era. This is obviously the local organization of the [Night and Hidden Church], but the church is very small. Except for the hanging holy emblem, it is no different from an ordinary two-story residential building.

　　 "Too shabby, right?"

　　 He changed his outfit, flicked a small amount of fluent dust on his face, and then reached out and knocked on the door of the church. Not long after, an old man who looked very similar to the description in the story opened the door and poked his head out.

"Second-level gifters are not disguised by blood-sucking species...Wait, how can the light spot...what does this kind of aura distribution mean...Yes, ancient gifters and There are inherent differences in the system of modern gifters, and it seems that this time point is longer than I thought."

　　 The old priest of the church didn't know Jenkins, but he politely asked him where he came and regarded him as a traveler who came here to seek asylum. Jenkins had already prepared his excuses, because he could leave after the story was over, and he was not worried that his lies would cause trouble:

　　 "I am a vampire hunter, yes, I am."

　　 He nodded while talking, and at the same time convinced himself to believe this, so as to better communicate with the old man in front of him.

　　 "I don't know if you have heard of this profession..."

　　 This profession is made up by Jenkins.

"But in fact, I wandered around the world, specifically responsible for hunting down those ancient blood-sucking races that were still active after the alien species faded. I happened to pass by the town and smelled the stench of those blood-sucking species here, which is quite obvious. , I think the local church will know some information."

　　 "Vampire hunter?"

　　 The old priest who was pulling the doorknob looked at Jenkins carefully, then nodded to greet him to come in:

"There is nothing to entertain you here, but if you want to live in, there are still a lot of guest rooms. You said you were hunting vampires? This is really amazing. There are not many human spellcasters in the material world now. I think you must Some amazing experience."

This era is worse than Jenkins thought. He found that there is only the old priest in the shabby church. At the same time, he learned from the old priest that in addition to the decline of alien species, the number and strength of human transcendents are also in the current era. decline. There are very few transcendents beyond the power of the church in all parts of the world. All the power and traces of the old age are disappearing, and people are forgetting the magnificent past.

　　 So after confirming that Jenkins was the "caster", the priest was very happy, and at the same time fully believed the rhetoric of his own identity that he had fabricated.

　　 "You must be very powerful to be able to hunt the vampire by yourself. No, you don't need to tell me your caster level, as long as you are willing to help the town. What do you want to know? I will answer you as much as possible."

　　 The shabby church does not have a formal reception room. This conversation was conducted in the priest’s study room. It also serves as the church's reference room, reception room, and confessional hall. Jenkins has never seen such a poor church.

　　 "When did the vampire species appear in the town? Is there a victim? How strong is it? What information does the church currently have?"

　　 he asked in one breath.

"The blood sucking species appeared three months ago. From then on, every once in a while, it will appear to kill the townspeople at night. I don't know how strong he is, but he must be better than me... The only thing I know is blood sucking. This kind of affirmation pretends to be the townspeople hiding in the town. Many evidences show that it lives in the local area and only leaks its nature on cruel nights. There are also many actions in the town. Every time a blood-sucking species kills people, the town The people will gather together spontaneously, check everyone's schedule the night before, and then choose one to kill..."

Chapter 1483 Chapter 1460: Sheriff, Diviner and Witch

　　 "Wait, I'm sorry, did I get it wrong just now, what did you say? Choose a person to kill?"

　　 Jenkins asked the old priest in front of him in surprise.

"Yes, it's hard to understand and cruel, but ordinary people must have channels to vent their fears. I can't stop them... and this is currently the only feasible method. We don't have any way to identify blood sucking. Kind of, I can only hope to catch it by chance."

　　 said the priest in frustration. According to him, it happened to be winter, and the townspeople almost stopped going out at all, and only gathered in the town square during the day after the vampire killed. In Blacktown, in addition to his priest, there are two spellcasters. If Jenkins needs more clues, he can look for them.

"There is a fortune-teller living in the forest in the eastern part of the town. She is trying to find the vampire species by her own means, but the vampire species obviously has a strong anti-divination method. The fortuneteller has this rare mythril dagger in her hands. Protect her from being killed by vampires with the dagger. The other is a witch who lives near the town’s cemetery. She is a master of herbal medicine. She once rescued a poor man who was attacked by vampires. It’s a pity that the poor man was attacked by vampires. The vampire species is transformed, we can only kill him... Oh, one more thing, the town’s sheriff suffered misfortune a month ago, now I’m temporarily in this position, if you have anything You can come to me anytime you need, but even if you have confidence, it’s best not to go out at night. It’s the afternoon and you have three hours to visit the other two. Remember to come back early."

"The blood-sucking species that kills at night... the sheriff who can temporarily expel monsters... the prophet... the witch who deploys herbs...Speaking of which, why is the blood-sucking species? Isn't it a werewolf?"

　　 The old priest did not understand this question of Jenkins.

　　 The fortune-teller and the witch lived in the eastern forest of the town, and the cemetery in the western part of the town. Although the town is not big, it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

　　 Jenkins chose to visit the witch first, because the church was in the east of the town. He could observe the situation with real eyes while crossing the town.

　　 The situation is not that simple. Before coming to the cemetery, Jenkins did not see the aura representing the alien identity. He didn't know if this was because the other party's ability to hide was very strong, or there was any special means, or the different forms of aura caused by different times.

　　 But at least he can see the aura of human transcendents. The power of a witch is equivalent to the level of a first-degree gifter. It is a somewhat fat middle-aged woman:

　　 "Vampire hunter? Oh, you must have used translation dust. I smelled that smell. My nose is very sensitive. Let me see, you are..."

　　 The witch warmly entertained the strange caster from afar, and greeted him with strange tea in her cabin. There are many plant samples hanging in the room, and bottles with strange liquids are placed on the cabinets, which reminds Jenkins of Old Jack's herbal shop.

　　 "You must have half-elf blood!"

　　 She said suddenly, Jenkins was taken aback, he is now in a disguised form, and it is impossible for the other party to judge his pedigree from his appearance.

　　 "Don't be so surprised, my nose is very sensitive."

　　 She winked at Jenkins:

　　 "Although I am not like you, I can rely on the blood of my ancestors to backtrack and strengthen myself, but I also have my own strengths. What do you want to know from me? I am happy to help you and kill that **** guy.

　　 The witch is very enthusiastic, but she doesn't know more than the old priest. Her nose could not smell the blood-sucking species, but she, who worked part-time as a small town coroner, got some clues from the victim.

　　 "The blood-sucking species is not an ancient species. Although it is stronger than all of us, he is certainly not old. This can be judged from the toxin content remaining on the corpse.

　　 In the blood-sucking incident a few months ago, Jenkins learned from the Protoss and the old Jack about the configuration of the "blood-sucking toxin" that restrained the blood-sucking. He wanted to let the witch help some, but the different material names made the witch helpless. Jenkins can translate ancient names back to modern times, but he cannot translate modern names back to ignorance of the times.

Before 　　 left, the witch gave him some healing potions, hoping that he could catch the enemy smoothly.

　　 Compared with the passionate witch, the fortune teller who lives in the deep forest is a bit colder. It was a pretty young woman who blocked Jenkins from the low fence to prevent him from entering. She stood at the door of the room, claiming that strangers would bring disaster:

　　 "I have seen that you are simply a mobile disaster maker, a natural disaster of action, a trash can that attracts sins! For the sake of God, please don't move forward!"

　　 The strength of the fortune-teller is equivalent to level 3 of the bestower system, and is the most powerful of the aborigines in the town. But she was also a little weird, she was only level 3, and she had the special temperament that the demigod fortuneteller Miss Bronie Anse had.

　　 This probably means that she has quite clever divination and prediction methods, and Jenkins believes that she can get effective help from her.

　　 "I'm not a bad person!"

　　 He declared loudly.

　　 "I know you are not a bad guy, wait, please don't touch my fence. Oh, damn, you still bumped into it. I will burn the wood tomorrow. It's winter now. I have to wait until next spring to install a new fence."

　　 The fortuneteller said annoyedly.

　　 "I won't move forward anymore. We can speak like this. Can you help me? I want to hunt the blood sucking species, but I can't find it."

　　 "The blood-sucking species are among those ignorant townspeople in the town, you should go to them, not to me!"

　　 The fortuneteller emphasized loudly.

"If I can find it, I won't come to you! Madam, to be fair, if I can kill the vampire, wouldn’t it be good for your life? I don’t think you want to have it near your home. Strange alien creatures exist!"

"That's okay. I have decided to move out in the coming year. There is nothing in the town that has nothing to do with me, and I was forced to move to live in the woods because the townspeople thought that my fortune-telling caused disaster. Hum~ It's really true. A group of ignorant people."

　　 said, the girl stamped her foot impatiently, then turned around to close the door, not willing to waste time with Jenkins.

Chapter 1484 Chapter 1461 The Guidance of the Forefathers

　　 "Actually, I am also a fortuneteller. I have taken a very systematic course in divination and astrology. My teacher is a very amazing person."

　　 In desperation, Jenkins can only move out of this set of rhetoric, hoping that the other party can help him in the face of being a "peer".

　　 "Since you can divination yourself, then you really don't need to ask me for help."

　　 The fortuneteller said so, and then closed the door with a bang, which completely ended the conversation.

　　 "Hey, listen, I'm a hunter who wanders around the world and hunts vampires. You don't really think I am a good person who obeys the law, do you?"

　　 Jenkins shouted to the house. Then, as expected, I heard the voice of the fortuneteller again:

　　 "In the face of God, what exactly do you want to do? I really don't know anything!"

　　 The young woman held the crystal ball angrily and opened the door again, with an expression that she wanted to throw the crystal ball on Jenkins's face.

"I think......"

　　 His eyes stayed on the crystal ball. Although the crystal ball would not be different in appearance, he thought he had seen this crystal ball. Not long ago, Miss Broniance and Miss Audrey formally asked him to become a member of the school. At that time, he branded his soul emblem in a crystal ball handed down from the 17th century.

　　 Of course, it is an era older than the Seventeenth, but the crystal ball that the girl is holding is the "roster crystal ball" of the school in Jenkins' view. In other words, it is not only passed down from the 17th century, but even passed down from the older era.

　　 "I want to say...actually I come from the future."

　　 "I know you characters like rangers like to make up stories, sir, please leave the door of my house!"

　　 "It's true, I really come from the future. Your school will be carried forward in the future. The crystal ball you are holding still exists in my time, and it has been branded with the emblem of an unknown number of heirs."