"It turns out that the arena that triggered B-06-2-4482 [Battle of the Treasure Hunter] really refers to the arena in the treacherous world... but it's not that the cultists stole a piece of the southern forest. Is it the skull of the primitive tribe? That is the prototype of the arena...that skull, isn’t it used to summon this horrible realm? What exactly does the difference machine need to pay to move the horrible realm?"

　　 This kind of thing is probably only known to the differential engine, so Jenkins doesn't think much about it. He looked at the many fire doors behind him. Not all of these doors were on the ground, but most of them were suspended in the air. The size of each door is exactly the same, there is no difference.

　　 "So, it's not you who are manipulating what enemies I will encounter?"

　　 Jenkins said to the man in the black safari suit, since the doors are all the same, the content behind the door may really be operable.

　　 "I will not violate the rules of deception."

　　 closed his eyes after finishing talking and stopped going to see Jenkins.

　　 "Also, after I cross these doors, can I see my opponent directly? You don't want me to be a detective to find the enemy at an unknown point in time, right?"

"The people behind the door are also waiting for you to challenge. They are all heroes or opponents of heroes who have been defeated in history. At the moment of death, they will see you and fight with you. If they lose No, history will not change, but the corpses left behind are just ordinary corpses, and what you drag away is the essence of the hero’s life. If you lose, history will not change. Your corpse will be recycled by me. Into the furnace."

　　 "Is the soul burning?"

　　 "Of course not. What do I want my soul to do? I am not those dirty demons. What burns is the experience and skills of the dead, which will not have any impact on the real world."

　　 "Almost understood, it turned out to be [hero] this time. If I was defeated by a hero or a hero's enemy, then I would lose my [hero] qualification, which constitutes the meaning of rebellious savior qualification. This is really simple."

　　 In this way, for the continuation of the fire, it is necessary to prepare to start the challenge.

Chapter 2153: Fair Contest and Martial Virtue

　　 The rules are fairly clear this time, not as complicated as last time. But the simpler it is, the harder it is to find a shortcut to a breakthrough.

　　 This time the slyland is a bit like the possibility slyland experienced with Jessica. They all use a certain place as the qi point and enter other spaces to complete the task. It's just that the test of wisdom that time was a complete test of force.

　　 Jenkins thought, put the magic sword on his back and the backpack on the ground, and then called out the holy sword of bone and held it in his hand. Facing unknown powerful enemies, you still have to use your usual weapons.

　　 Of course, since entering the gate of fire requires a duel, Jenkins will naturally not break in unprepared.

　　 This is not a fair game of friendship first. Although Jenkins does not have a banned drug to break the limit, he still has no problem adjusting his state before entering.

　　 Although the soul and body are too powerful, most of the rituals that can provide a boost state are better than nothing for Jenkins now, but making alchemy props or adding power to weapons is a necessary preparation.

　　Because there are not many items carried in the backpack, so complicated rituals are not used. The coat on his body is a gift, no gain is needed. Although the holy sword in his hand is also a gift, according to its "life and death" form, Jenkins temporarily used his own blood to draw a ritual symbol representing the "world tree" on the sword. .

　　 This has no effect on the sharpness of the sword, but it can be used as a temporary booster scepter when using spells, acting as a lower replacement for the scepter.

　　 After all, one sword and one stick is really inconvenient.

　　 In addition, the soles added a non-slip effect, and only a few simple explosives were made from empty bottles and hung on the waist. Jenkins still has some Explosive Charms, but the small and easy-to-use items like Charms use one less, so alchemy items are also appropriate supplements.

　　 After making preparations, Jenkins left his backpack and magic sword. It may be handsome to play with two swords, but he is not a man who wants to be handsome.

He doesn’t understand the technique of using two swords at the same time. In the combat experience passed down by [heroes], excluding those who are good at controlling weapons with thought power, none of them use both swords at the same time—it seems so. Doing it is stupid.

　　 Of course, Jenkins did not forget to warn the man in the black safari suit not to touch his own things before he left. Of course, the other party was too lazy to talk to Jenkins.

　　 chose the nearest flame door frame, but his body crossed the door frame and did not come to the back of the door frame, but entered a strange space.

　　 is no longer a lifeless sandy plain, this is a forest. The fresh air and the sunlight spilt between the branches made Jenkinson feel that the cells all over his body were joyful.

　　 There are no artificially paved roads in the forest, only a trampled footpath. Although the forest is full of vitality, the scattered corpse fragments and the blood red blood sprinkled with grass and tree trunks undoubtedly do not remind Jenkins how dangerous this place is.

　　 He walked forward with his sword along the traces of trampling. The more he moved forward, the more the blood smell became stronger and the traces of the battle became more violent.

　　 After a short while, he left the bushes and came to the glade. And as Jenkins stepped into the clearing, everything changed around him.

　　 The sun suddenly disappeared, blood-red light filled the sky, and the lush forests withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. A group of crows flying from nowhere fell on the dead tree under the blood-colored sky, their eyes fixed on the living person.

　　 The weeds on the clearing are all withered, and the yellow sand covers the ground. There are still corpses and armor piled on the ground. A tall man in full armor and helmet is waiting for Jenkins.

　　 His whole body was filthy and blood stained, and he couldn't distinguish the pattern and original color of the armor. The height was at least two meters, and even made Jenkins wonder whether the opponent was a pure human.

　　 "I'm here..."

　　 "Don't say much, I already know your intention."

　　 There was a muffled sound from the helmet. He was using ancient language, but Jenkins barely understood it. The age of the opponent should be the Sixteenth Period.

　　 "Then I will do it?"

　　 Jenkins asked tentatively, and then he felt strange.

　　 So he didn't say much, but rushed towards his opponent with a sword. He didn't throw the explosives around his waist first, because the scene was like a fair duel. Even if he didn't plan to be a fair duel at all, he should at least behave at the beginning to test the opponent's strength.

　　 Jenkins thinks very well, but the man in full body armor is less ethical than him. When Jenkins rushed forward with his sword, the man did not pick up the epee like a door at his feet, but stretched his left hand behind him and drew out a small stainless steel crossbow.

"Ok?"

　　 Pointed at Jenkins with a cold arrow, and as the man moved his finger, the cold light ran across Jenkins' forehead.

　　 If it is an ordinary arrow, Jenkins does not need to evade at all now, but the crossbow and arrow of the man all have the aura intensity of the numbered item level. Because he didn't know the consequences of being hit, he didn't resist but dodged to the side. While avoiding, shouted in unskilled ancient language:

　　 "What do you mean by using a crossbow?"

　　 "It means the same thing as the thing hanging from your waist."

　　 The dull voice of the opponent came from under the helmet again. He did not give Jenkins a chance to breathe. He obviously did not put a new arrow in the crossbow, but the shooting never seemed to stop.

　　 Jenkins used the corpse and broken armor to dodge in the clearing. When he saw the objects hit by the arrow, even the soil, they disappeared suddenly, as if being gnawed away by an invisible shadow monster.

　　 "After hitting the target, teleport the material within a certain range to other locations?"

　　 This is his preliminary guess on the nature of the arrow.

　　 made a forward stance, but took a step back abruptly. While the enemy was aiming again, Jenkins stretched out his hand to remove the bottle from his waist and threw it forward.

　　 The bottle fell on the surface of the sand between the two. After the loud bang, the dust completely blocked the view.

　　 Jenkins didn't want to attack with explosive bottles, but used the smoke and dust generated by the explosion to create a short opportunity for action.

Sure enough, as he expected, splashing sand and stones hit the metal armor. Although the opponent did not dodge, the opponent's eyes and senses were obviously at the level of ordinary humans, and the crossbow and arrows did not. Has the ability to automatically track.

　　 He took this opportunity to call out the high stool and flew high into the sky with him. Instead of giving the opponent a chance to shoot arrows in the air, he slashed with both hands and leaped towards the enemy below.

The 2154th chapter is the extraordinary melee type

　　 Jenkins's full-strength jump, even if he hasn't hit the target, it makes the scalp of the man in the armor who has been fighting hard.

　　 made the fastest response under the crisis, the man could only temporarily give up shooting arrows, but raised his other hand, trying to hold Jenkins's slashing motion with his hand armor. He had a considerable degree of trust in his armor, but it was a pity that he estimated the power of the weapon in Jenkins's hand incorrectly, and there was not even any pause. The left hand armor and palm were cut like tofu.

　　 Fortunately, the man reacted in time, and the crossbow in his right hand was immediately raised, holding the sword that Jenkins continued to hack. The strength of men is far inferior to Jenkins, but the crossbow of numbered items cannot be broken by Jenkins with a single sword.

　　This is the case in Rao, the heavy armor still seems to sink two centimeters on the ground, so that the man in the armor can hold his body:

　　 "What kind of monster are you?"

　　 He has never encountered such an enemy who has good weapons, good skills and great power at the same time. Generally speaking, it is impossible for anyone to have these three at the same time.

　　 Jenkins did not answer him, seeing that he had the upper hand, still holding the sword in his right hand to press down on the crossbow, and releasing the sword in his left hand and hitting the opponent's abdomen.

　　 Because one hand was crippled and the other hand was holding Jenkins' sword forcefully, the punch was not stopped. Although that layer of armor was thick, it was easily pierced by Jenkins's strenuous blow.

　　 Even though [Power of Titan] was absorbed by the World Tree seedlings, this power did not disappear. He stepped on the ground and pressed **** his waist. After piercing the armor with his fist, he pierced the opponent's body again, and then penetrated the layer of metal behind.

　　 Blood flowed down Jenkins' arms and fists, and the strength to hold Jenkins' holy sword gradually weakened, and the flame of life was extinguished in the opponent's body.

　　 To be honest, although Jenkins is ready, the first opponent is not strong at all. Even if it weren't for the crossbow and this armor, the strength and speed of the man hadn't broken the upper limit of normal humans.

　　 Therefore, Jenkins is bullying in this battle.

　　 "I rarely kill people, let alone kill a complete stranger like you."

　　 Jenkins whispered, pulling his arm out of the opponent's abdomen.

　　 "I'm the opposite of you, I don't need a reason to kill."

　　 The voice in the armor was dull and faint.

　　 "Do you have anything else to say?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, when his hand pierced through the opponent's abdomen, he also drew his life at that moment. People in the armor will probably not die of blood loss, but will die of old age.

"There is nothing to say, I have killed countless people in my life, and I love challenging the strong. It is good luck to be able to meet opponents like you again after death. Not everyone is qualified to fight monsters like you. "

After 　　, the two of them did not speak any more. After waiting for the other to die, Jenkins lifted the helmet and saw that it was a man with a sloppy beard. Because of his vitality being taken away, his withered face looked like a corpse, but from the shape of his face, he could still see that he was a tough person before.

　　 This is indeed an ordinary human, like the appearance of the tribal people near the northern snowy mountains.

　　 "Fortunately, you died here, so it's not that I killed you."

　　 Jenkins whispered again, looking up at the blood red sky:

　　 "So, how do I go back?"

　　 The fire-red door frame is only a one-way door. After Jenkins came here, the door frame did not follow.

　　 Fortunately, just as he questioned, the body he was holding in his hand automatically burned into a flame. The flame was flowing, and the rectangular door frame was once again outlined in the air.

　　 Jenkins did not step in immediately, but bent down to pick up the opponent's crossbow, which is a good thing. It's a pity that his hand passed directly through the crossbow, as if the crossbow was just a phantom:

　　 "I knew it was not that simple."

　　 shook his head, straightened up through the door frame and returned to the front of the metal furnace. The position was still the same, but a steady stream of flames flowed out of the door frame and rushed into the furnace through the gap in the gate below the furnace.

　　 The fire light is slightly brighter, and Jenkins also feels the warmth of the light, but this level is far from enough. After all, the enemy just now is really not strong.

　　 "If it's just an enemy of this level, you only have to kill 23 more, so that the furnace can be restored to its original flame.

　　 The safari man leaning on the outside of the furnace reminded him as if he knew what Jenkins was thinking.

　　 "Do you think I picked such a weak one on purpose?"

　　 Jenkins responded unceremoniously, and then asked:

　　 "So, is there a way to detect the strength of the enemy behind each door?"

　　 I thought I didn’t answer again, but I didn’t expect the other party to speak:

　　 "Of course, the flames here are almost omnipotent. This fire can forge props for detection, but now this kind of small flame is far from enough."

"okay then."

　　 He looked back at the hundreds of doors behind him:

　　 "This time, it seems to be a lot simpler than I thought."

　　 The door frame that kept flowing out of flames has completely disappeared. Jenkins blinked his eyes while holding the holy sword. After reconfirming that the aura intensity of each door was the same, he chose a brand new door to enter.

　　 Seems to be a passage inside an ancient building. Both ends of the passage should be connected to the outside world, because Jenkins can feel the chilly wind.

　　 The wall above this passage is very high, but not very wide. There are corpses all around, and not the corpses of the living, but the corpses of the dead.

　　 He didn't move forward immediately, but squatted down and checked the mummy that was divided into three pieces that was closest to him. The former opponent of the mummy was extremely strong. From the cutting marks, Jenkins could imagine three neatly divided corpses with almost invisible shadows.

　　 "Undead creature?"

　　 These corpses are all undead creatures, and they are all mummy. Combined with the current environment, Jenkins even guessed whether he was in a tomb left over from an ancient era.

　　 "Is the opponent this time a grave robber?"

　　 He shook his head and threw out the information that had nothing to do with the treacherous world. Two steps forward, check the other corpses again to make sure that your opponent is good at using sharp blades such as daggers and short knives, and that they are very fast and have quite good power. No traces of spells were found around, and there were no traces left behind after the gods were used.

　　 Such an area where the undead gathers, once the magical magic is used, the traces can not be erased at all, so Jenkins concluded that his opponent is a pure melee illegal professional.

　　 This is quite incomprehensible in the Eighteenth Era. All the transcendents in the Eighteenth Era, that is, gifters, do not have melee combat ability but have superior spell casting ability. This is a normal phenomenon. People in the transcendental system of the Eighteenth Epoch could not understand the reason for touching the mystery, but still using non-spell ability.

Although Jenkins is in an era, you can also rely on rituals, potions and even Miss Bevana’s mother’s ancestral training methods taught to Jenkins, or the mechanical church’s special body modification techniques, to cultivate knights or warriors who are no less than the best , But even people who are bored will not do it.

　　 After all, in the current system, as long as there is a talent for literacy, there are almost no thresholds for learning spells and magic. Even if there is no money, there are some spells that do not require expensive materials to learn. Like Professor Burns, most of the abilities are gifters of martial ability, and they are already alien, not to mention people who don't learn any spells and magic.

　　 "According to the development status of the transcendental system described by the old man, the age that non-spellcasters can often see is the fifteenth century at the latest."

　　 Jenkins inferred that, after all, the current indoor environment is not just built at the current time, so it is impossible to judge the time by the architectural style or the clothing characteristics of the mummies.

　　 "In the era before the fifteenth century, it was very similar to the fantasy world in my mind."

　　 He went on to analyze and said, according to the father’s personal classification, the eighteen epochs that have passed can actually be easily divided into four parts.

　　 Myth, fantasy, darkness and modernity. The era of mythology refers to the era when people cannot find written records at all, but most religious myths originated. At that time, the gods often walked on the earth; the era of fantasy is the tens of thousands before and after the alien species migrated out of the material world. Years, it is very similar to the world of Dragons and Dungeons imagined by Jenkins; the Dark Ages are the eras of successive failures at the end of the epoch, leading to the continuous decline of civilization; the modern age is from the end of the seventeenth century, humans can fully describe history This millennium of context.

　　 Of course, the above is the definition of history that my father casually delineated when he was teaching his young apprentices, and there is no such saying in academics.

Of course, the old man will not tell Jenkins how to fight against a person with extraordinary ability who does not know how to cast spells and specializes in melee combat. The church will not teach such outdated things, just like the church will not teach Jenkins how to fight against one. Ancient Flame Demon, this thing is long gone.

　　 But fortunately, Jenkins never lost his mind when he was in class. When the old man had no business in the antique shop, he was willing to share some historical anecdotes with his apprentices, so he didn't know anything.