The Master of the Strange Realm

He looked a little angry, but didn't show any signs of anger.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Williams. It's very dangerous ahead. Miss Bevanna is confronting the demon, but it will be over soon. It's very dangerous here. You can go back. If you let Father Oliver know that you ran away, We’ll all be complaining about him for a long time when we come here.”

"How's dad?"

Jenkins asked immediately.

"Of course it was in the antique store. Isn't the whole city under martial law now?"

It would be best if nothing happened to Dad. Jenkins watched the two leave, then ran back quickly, and called out the black robe in the forest to disguise his identity.

It wasn't until he had just walked onto the leftmost road that he remembered the hint from the weird fortune teller that night. If everything she said is true, and part of the words on the parchment are also true, does that mean that Miss Hymel is really trapped in this manor tonight?

Although the two are just ordinary friends, now that the divinity is in hand, it is not bad to take the risk and take a look. Moreover, Jenkins is very curious about real demons. Different from the undead knights transformed from humans just seen, it is likely to be a native demon, a real demon. The half-written book mentioned that there are demons from another world. creatures that come.

Approaching the estate from the other direction, stop and go. There are quite a few giftees of this church nearby, and Jenkins can't get close to them for a while. He returned to the woods again to think of a solution, only to see the two-color moonlight shining on the ground through the leaves, and a familiar dejected figure sitting under the tree crying quietly.

Taking back his black robe, Jenkins walked over.

"who is it?"

the woman asked.

"it's me."

Jenkins answered softly.

The person crying under the tree was Miss Hesha. She was carrying a violin behind her back. On her arms she held up a silver bracelet on one side and a golden bell on the other. The three things mentioned above all exude spiritual light.

"Why are you here? I wonder if the demon from ancient legends appears?"

she asked, sobbing.

"I'm here to join in the fun. I just saw a group of knights with blue flames rushing to the side road."

"That's the Undead Knights of the [Death and Ending] Church. The blue alien ability they inherited can only be learned by using the seeds of demonic flames as the core of the ritual. Now the real demons are contained by the believers of [Heritage Sage] , they naturally look for the remaining half-demons like mad dogs."

Her answer explained very well why the man who had just put on gloves was angry, and it was considered a peach-picking. But Miss Hesha's level is not high either. How did she know these secrets?

"Come on, it's dangerous here."

The girl raised her tear-soaked face and said, her red hair firmly tied back.

"what are you doing here?"

"nothing."

"Miss Michael is in the manor?"

"No, this is none of your business. Come on, Jenkins. I may not be able to be your guide anymore. Get out of here. You are not suitable to be a gifter. You should not die here. Go back and forget about this. "

Jenkins shook his head, took out the pistol from his waist, and fired a shot at the side. Fortunately, the woods were some distance away from the manor, otherwise the gunfire would have been discovered by the church's benefactors.

A familiar murmur sounded, and a dark figure appeared under the shadow of the tree.

Chapter 131 Chapter 127 The Devil’s Story (End)

The shielding of magical abilities from environmental abnormalities is gradually weakening, and crazy whispers and blasphemous knowledge appear in the ears. Jenkins squinted at the dark figure. The feeling he gave Jenkins was similar to that of the demon at the back door of the church.

jingle!

Miss Hesha shook her right wrist vigorously. Jenkins originally planned to rely on the cane to get close and release the black ability like last time. Unexpectedly, he was knocked down by the sound of the bell, and blood seemed to pour out of his nose.

"Damn it, it's this kind of prop that doesn't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy again!"

He was thinking in a daze, and was pulled back by the soft hands behind him, leaning against the girl.

"I was injured just now, and I can't defeat him now. I will use the bell to lure the devil away, so you can run away."

She whispered in Jenkins' ear. The bell kept ringing, but after getting closer to the girl, it had less impact on Jenkins.

"I can deal with him, please stop."

Jenkins felt a taste of rust in his mouth.

"Jenkins, there won't be heroes saving beauties in reality like in the books. Let's go."

Jenkins couldn't laugh or cry, and his head continued to hurt with the sound of the bell. He vaguely saw Miss Hesha getting up, leaving the violin and the silver ring on her left hand with Jenkins, and taking away his pistol. Then he disappeared into the forest together with the black shadow, who was irritable but didn't dare to get too close.

"Okay, how am I going to repay this favor?"

After the sound faded away, he stood up with difficulty. He tore two strips of cloth from his clothes, blocked his ears, and chased deep into the forest.

As expected, Miss Hesha didn't last long. One of her shoes fell under the tree, and her whole body was grabbed by the neck with a scaly hand and lifted up.

"Profane production!"

Once you get close enough, the ability is activated immediately. The dark figure that still couldn't clearly see the image struggled painfully, and Miss Hesha fell on the soft soil.

This is not a material creature at all. The reason why Jenkins cannot see a specific image is because it is not a stereotyped creature at all.

Black smoke overflowed from the demon's body, and just like last time, the black shadow turned into a pool of black dust and scattered on the ground, leaving only an illusory coin and a small cluster of black flames.

[Profane Production] This ability seems to have a special impact on demons.

The coin was picked up, and when it collided with the last one, it immediately merged together and became a little more solid.

"Are you okay?"

He quickly helped the girl up.

"fine."

His voice became much weaker, "So you are so powerful."

"Yes, there is a very powerful person who taught me very powerful abilities."

This sentence does not lie.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the girl did not respond. Jenkins carefully touched her breath and found that she had just fainted.

He placed the girl under the tree and lay beside her.

"Well, since you risked your life to save me just now, I will help you once and never do it again. Although I also want to see who the so-called devil is."

He took out the black metal hexahedron and slowly poured his spirit into it.

An eerie, divine presence appears in the forest and then disappears immediately. A strange chant sounded, and a human in black robe seemed to be floating, sliding towards the distant manor.

Chocolate emerged from behind the tree, shook his head and shook the grass blades off his nose, glanced at the owner's body and the other woman, stretched out his paws, drew a circle around them, and then disappeared into the trees.

In the dining room on the top floor of the manor, all the lights were extinguished, leaving only a burning black flame candle.

Surrounded by the weird light are fresh hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and other ingredients that have been carefully cooked.

Little Wellington, wearing a decent black formal suit, took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth elegantly.

"The kind-hearted boy returned home. He also hoped to get rid of those terrible abilities forever and live with his younger brothers and sisters. But not everyone is kind. The boy's younger brother and sister learned about his story from his brother's story. Power. Greed and jealousy filled the two young and fragile souls, who had less noble character and were tainted by the leaked demonic power.

One night, the two children followed the guidance of the whispers in their ears, killed their brother with a sharp knife, and then held a ceremony to please the adult in [Magma Hell]. They succeeded. There is one less demon who yearns for light in the world, and two more demons who throw themselves into darkness.

This is our story. "

He picked up the goblet between his index and middle fingers, took an elegant sip, and then looked at Miss Bevanna across the long table. Golden light protected her around her body, while a solid black shadow stood behind her, with his hands around her neck, like a close lover.

In the corner, the few surviving young people had completely passed out, including Miss Heimier. Fine black spells extend downward from the forehead, constantly squirming, like a swarm of black bugs under the surface of the skin.

"I really didn't expect that the people who came to the main world this time were actually two high-ranking demons. Did you escape from the Lord on your back? For what? That prophecy? Just because you were twins when you were mortals. Do you think you are a savior candidate?"

Miss Bevanna, who put her hands on the table and her whole body was glowing, said sarcastically. The book he carried with him has disappeared, but the transparent golden barrier composed of words is still guarding her.

"Isn't that true? We are twins, and we are also demons. As long as the plan goes well and the ritual can be completed, salvation is not impossible."

The dark figure behind Miss Bevanna sighed softly, but little Wellington was still laughing.

"I didn't expect that just throwing the contract to a few greedy people would expose us, and they would actually perform extraordinary things in front of ordinary people. Ha~ Mortals in this era are much bolder than before. Now, what on earth is the righteous god doing? What is the fear of mortals?"

The young man sneered, picked up a bloody lung piece with a silver fork and put it into his mouth.

"What I want to know more is, what do you want to do when you come here?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, the ritual has failed anyway. Our lovely brother once touched fate, and the position of the twin demons must be ours!"

While the two were talking, the closed door of the restaurant made a burning sound. Someone pushed the door open, a red box slid in, and opened with a snap.

"A-10-1-0021?"

The demon asked with interest, "This seems to be something that flowed out of the magma hell through a strange situation."

Chapter 132 Chapter 128 Exit

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous knocking sounds came from the box, and based on its location, the one closest to it should be Little Wellington.

A white shadow floated out from the man, struggled into the box, and then the soul box was closed.

"A good devil should always keep the habit of carrying his soul with him. It is useless to use the tricks produced by the devil to deal with the devil."

He said sarcastically.

"The church will not let you go."

Bevanna said calmly.

"Your body belongs to me."

The giggling shadow said in a sweet female voice.

"I will kill you."

The cold male voice said.

Everyone was stunned, and there was a man in black robe standing in front of the open door.

He has black hair and black pupils, yellow skin, and bright golden light radiates from his body. Although he is standing in the dark, he seems to be focused by the lights in the center of the stage. Weird, sacred, great, blasphemous, and all kinds of conflicting feelings are reflected in this person.

A faint hymn appeared in the ears of all creatures. It was low and terrible. It was a tone that had never been heard before. The slowly flowing notes seemed to imprison everyone like a sticky liquid. With the appearance of the man, the singing and all kinds of conflicting illusions hit everyone.

"Saint, how could it be?"

Little Wellington was shocked and no longer cared about being elegant. He stood up and jumped towards the window.

"Profane production!"

This was a language that had never been heard before, a rule that had never been known. The black shadow and Wellington fell to the ground at the same time, and green vines stretched out from the void to wrap them up. The vines were constantly trembling and absorbing, and they did not stop even when burned by the black flames.

Jenkins, who was enjoying the infinite elevation, still remembered the business. He temporarily put aside the chaotic knowledge obtained by absorbing the divinity and did not understand it. He came to Miss Michael and others in a black robe.

"How can I save them?"

He thought to himself, and the divinity suddenly burned a lot.

"Oh, this is the pollution of blasphemous knowledge, just draw it out."

Activate the black ability again, aim at one of the young men, the black spell on his face was absorbed by the green vines, but with the appearance of an illusory coin, this person also died.

Activate again, aim at another person...

It was not until the third person that Jenkins could fully control this ability. He spent some time to draw all the spells on the faces of the living people, and then turned to look at the demons.

They were not dead, all lying on the ground in the form of black smoke, just as Dad had said, black hair and black pupils, dark skin, a strong smell of sulfur on the body, and curved goat horns on the head. It was completely different from the handsome image of Jenkins' soul.

There were several coins around the demons.

"I thought you would be humanoid creatures that look similar to me, but I didn't expect you to be just like this."

Jenkins in the state of god is not as omnipotent as imagined, nor does he gain new special abilities. Although it is a bit indecent, he still decides to reach out and strangle the two to death, but white star-like lights emerge from the black smoke and gather in front of Jenkins.

This is a little boy with white light all over his body, kneeling on one knee in the blood on the ground.

"God, please forgive them."

The boy raised his head and looked at Jenkins devoutly.

"..."

"I am willing to offer my soul to atone for their sins."

The boy opened his arms, and a pleading look appeared in his eyes.