First of all, those with melee supernatural abilities who don't know how to cast spells don't know how to resist spells. Therefore, against them, the effect of spells is actually no better than directly suppressing them with force. Secondly, this kind of people with extraordinary abilities, which are no longer found in contemporary times, retain the special cold weapon use skills handed down from ancient times.

　　 This part of the skills was later partly transformed into red martial arts abilities, such as [Sword Dance·Spinning], and partly spread like the special skills of Miss Bevanna's mother's family. The larger part is lying in the libraries of various churches and illegal ancient organizations that have stretched for thousands of years. If nothing happens, no one would want to see it.

　　 Even though Jenkins likes to use swords to solve problems, he can be sure that his use of cold weapons is definitely not the opponent of melee masters at the current time.

[Sword Dance·Spinning] He can only use it once. Although it is solidified in the gifter's ability system, the effect and power of the use absolutely exceed the users of the old age, but if he is not lucky, his move does not make a hit, then take it. The opponent who comes down is very likely to be able to use the sword dance one after another, and may even use the legendary "Blade Storm".

Chapter 2155 The Last Survivor

　　 "So, I'm afraid the sword is out of use."

　　 After summarizing the current information, Jenkins retracted the sword and took out the stick:

　　 "This is probably good."

　　 He nodded and moved on.

　　 The passage is not long. Jenkins left the passage filled with mummy in less than five minutes and entered the wide closed hall like a square.

　　 At the end of the passage, you can see eight exquisite stone statues standing in eight directions in the square hall, and there are various styles of colorful murals on the walls. In the center of the space is a giant stone statue for worship. The dome is arc-shaped and studded with chandeliers. These chandeliers and candles filled with the ground provide light together, which makes the environment look beautiful.

　　 But as Jenkins stepped into it, everything around it seemed to have undergone thousands of years of change. The originally flat ground became pitted, the stone statues were broken, the murals were blurred, and the mold seemed to be floating in the air. Everything around him decayed. Looking back, the passageway when he came was blocked because of the collapse, and only the hands of the unknown mummy could be seen drooping from the cracks in the stone.

　　 The colossus that stood in the middle of the hall has fallen down, and there are only a few candle heads left to see the burning candles. A beam of sky light slanted down from the invisible high point of the dome, and the dust in the beam slowly fell, as if time was frozen by it.

This beam of sky illuminates the stone giant lying alone beside the rock pedestal. A thin woman in leather armor stands in the light and steps on the broken head of the stone statue. Against the backdrop of the dark surroundings, she seems to be Shine the same.

The woman looked down at Jenkins who was standing at the end of the passage. Jenkins saw a scar on her face extending from below the left eye to the bridge of the nose and stopped at the corner of her mouth. The hair that was not very long was tied into a single ponytail. Behind my head, this is a very capable image.

　　 "Half-elf?"

　　 Although women are humans, Elvish is surprisingly good.

　　 "Yes, I am here..."

　　 "Needless to say, I know your purpose"

　　 "You know? That would save a lot of things...but before we do, I want to ask and a question."

　　 Jenkins put up a finger, which also meant that he did not intend to attack for the time being.

"You ask."

　　 The woman's temper is really good.

　　 "Where is this place now? Ancient ruins? Ancient tombs? Or is it the time when you lived, you like to build such deliberately old antique buildings?"

　　 "No, this is a refuge."

The woman plunged her hand into the air and took out a short dagger. The dazzling aura realized that this was undoubtedly a numbered item. She held it in her bandaged hand and swung it familiarly to stir the air, even though Jenkins was far away. The scalp is numb.

"At the end of the epoch, the savior failed. The church and the kingdom jointly built the last refuge, hoping that people can escape the end here... But how easy is it? You also see the situation here, I am the last survivor."

　　 The woman shook her head:

　　 "No, I'm also dead. So, are there any questions?"

　　 "What is the manifestation of the end of your era?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, the woman didn’t get bored either:

"The external manifestation is similar to the petrochemical curse. Any matter changes to stone, and even in certain areas, even the air turns into stone. I am not a spellcaster, and I can't tell you the deeper reason or the form of disaster. Stones will Put together a colossus, the colossus will destroy civilization, and that’s all I have seen."

　　 "I see, it's okay now."

　　 Jenkins did not ask where the corpses in the collapsed passage behind him came from. He was not curious about everything.

　　 "Okay, then it will begin."

　　 The woman closed her eyes, and in the next second, she completely disappeared from Jenkins's vision, and even the real eye could not see her aura. Inspiration simply captures any trace of a woman, as if she has disappeared in this world.

　　 But Jenkins did not deliberately go to the other party, but grabbed the cane in his left hand, and sprinkled some plant seeds with his right hand, letting them fall into the cracks in the bricks.

　　 Although there is a petrification curse, this refuge probably has undergone special treatment, so there is very fertile soil under the floor tiles, enough for seeds to take root and germinate.

　　 After he sprinkled the seeds, he raised his left hand, and with a bang, the stick held the stabbed knife. The woman did not struggle with Jenkins, because she knew that she was definitely not an opponent when she touched it, so after she was relieved, she jumped back and retreated into the shadow that the sky couldn't shine:

　　 "You can see me?"

　　 the woman asked, her tone of voice was calm, she was stating a fact.

　　 "No, at least I can't see it yet."

　　 "Then why can I know exactly which direction I am shooting from?"

　　 She was really curious about this question, rather than trying to beat Jenkins, so Jenkins answered:

　　 "Although you are fast, there is no sound, and there is no killing intent against me, but the smell on you is too strong."

　　 This doesn't mean that the other party doesn't like to take a bath, nor is it that a woman is out of her mind and wants to spray herself with perfume. She smells of mummies. Although after Jenkins stepped into this place, it seemed that time had flown for thousands of years, but in fact, for a woman, she had just broken out of the passage and died with the corpses here, so the smell of those corpses on her body could of course not disappear immediately.

　　 "That's it, I didn't expect that I would make this kind of mistake."

　　 said, the woman took a step back and closed her eyes, and then disappeared again.

　　 This is not pure invisibility, nor does it seem to have entered the shadow world. Considering that the woman closed her eyes twice before disappearing, Jenkins prefers this to be a magic eye or some kind of rule-based idealism.

　　 He is still standing in the same place, as if admiring the magnificent view of the sky light on the giant stone-carved head, and as if carefully examining the trail of dust drifting in the light. But Su's left hand was raised again. This time, instead of holding the opponent's weapon, he made the stick body slam the short blade very neatly.

　　 Under the tremendous impact, the woman's wrist was folded back, but she did not let the short knife get out of her hand. She was forced to back again and left the attack range of Jenkins's cane:

　　 "The smell on my body should disappear. How did you find me this time?"

　　 she asked again.

"You should attack immediately when you are close to me, instead of watching around me and waving in front of me to confirm whether you really can’t see it. Although I don’t know how you are perfectly invisible, but when you are close I can barely see you under the distance. So, once you get close, don’t leave a gap for observation, otherwise I will definitely find it."

Chapter 2156 Golem

　　 After hearing Jenkins explain again, the woman nodded, closed her eyes for the third time without saying a word and disappeared in place.

　　 Jenkins finally changed the cane in his left hand to his right, and then fiercely inserted the cane into the crack in the brick with one hand.

　　 The majestic spirit seemed to form the shape of the world tree again behind him, and the green halo gradually spread, sweeping across the entire space like a shock wave. The land area is filled with dust that has been scattered for hundreds of years and thousands of years. The spirit of life rushes to the ground. The seeds sprinkled by Jenkins quickly grow into vines and spew out from the cracks in the bricks.

　　The vines became thicker and longer, lifting Jenkins up to the sky steadily, but more often they grew uncontrollably and crazily until they flooded the entire hall.

　　 Jenkins controlled the vines under his feet and lifted himself under the beam of sky. The light was warm, indeed the light of the sun. He looked down at the vines rolling and floating on the ground like tentacles, and watching the woman slash the plants frantically.

　　 After half an hour, the woman was tied into a mummy and lifted to the same height as Jenkins, and the vines stopped growing.

　　 Green plants cling to the walls and occupy all the space on the ground. The original empty stone hall is filled with green plants, but it looks even more ancient and dilapidated.

　　 The vine loosened part of the woman's face, letting her head out. The woman looked at the man under the light beam close at hand, he seemed to be shining:

　　 "Spellcaster."

　　 Although the physical strength of the melee professionals of the past era is powerful, it is unimaginable for the benefactors of modern "weakness". But no matter what era it is in, the caster is always stronger than the non-caster. This is an unchangeable rule, so Jenkins knows that he has won after giving up on defeating the enemy head-on.

　　 "I seem to be somewhat invincible."

　　 "No, you did win."

　　 The woman shook her head:

　　 "Then kill me."

　　 "Aren't you afraid?"

　　 Jenkins leaned over and asked:

"Why should I be afraid? I was already dead. Besides, everything around me has left me with the arrival of the end. Even if I win you, what is the point? To be able to know the next era, There is still a strong civilization continuing, which is enough for me."

　　 From Jenkins's speech and clothes, she can see how civilized Jenkins is at the time.

　　 "Okay...do you have anything else to say?"

　　 Jenkins didn't do it right away. After all, he asked a lot of questions just now, so he should let the other party enjoy the same treatment.

　　 "There is indeed a problem. Civilization will be lost from our time. Does this affect you?"

　　 asked the woman in the vine "Mummy".

　　 "It has an impact, but it has little effect. After all, as long as intelligent life still exists, sooner or later there will be a chance to start from scratch."

"That's good."

　　 The woman closed her eyes, and Jenkins also called out her sword. Although he won this time, he always felt unhappy in his heart.

　　 "They are all poor people living at the end of the era."

　　 He sighed in his heart.

　　 stepped out of the fiery red door frame again, and the flame obtained this time was obviously much stronger than the first time. The first time the man in full body armor only relied on a hand crossbow to temporarily suppress Jenkins. He was actually not strong, but the woman just now was a real strong. If it were not for her lack of knowledge of Jenkins, Jenkins would not have won so simply.

　　 "The intensity is not bad this time."

　　 The man in front of the melting pot still kept his arms around his chest. The fire light was a little stronger, which also allowed Jenkins to see more details of the man's body and clothing in front of the melting pot.

　　 "Then do you want to make a compass, or continue to challenge?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "How much flame does it take to make a compass? How long does it take?"

　　 "It takes three-quarters of the flames here, and time is just a flash."

　　 "What if I want to use this compass?"

　　 Jenkins will get a compass from the town, which is used to find items at close range, and take it out of the backpack.

　　 "Then only one-half of the current flame is needed, and time is still fleeting."

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, nodded in agreement. So he handed the compass to the opponent, took two steps back, and saw the flame flowing out of the hearth gate like a long rope again, wrapping the compass, and then completely rushing into the compass.

　　 The brightness of the flame in the hearth plummeted, and Jenkins also retrieved the compass from the man in the hunting suit. It is warm, and its aura is stronger than before. However, the appearance has not changed much, except that a circle of bright red runes is added to the metal shell.

　　 "Actually, I am curious. Since you are responsible for guarding this melting pot, what is the meaning of its existence?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "Does it need meaning?"

　　 "Of course it needs."

　　 The hunting man smiled:

　　 "You guessed it, this is not an ordinary treacherous place. This is a place built by a great man for a special purpose. If you can rekindle the flame, I can tell you for free what the purpose is."

　　 Jenkins was noncommittal, turning around and aligning the newly obtained compass with the door frame closest to him. The pointer immediately turned, but the speed was not fast. Pointing to the side door frame again, the speed of the pointer turning faster this time.

　　 "Do you judge the value based on the speed of the pointer..."

　　 He thought to himself, and then spent some time trying it out. The strongest door frame can make the pointer turn and only the afterimage can be seen. There are three similar door frames, that is to say, there are three most difficult challenges.

　　 "Just two of them are enough to restore the furnace to its original flame."

　　 The man in a black hunting suit reminded behind Jenkins, and Jenkins put down the compass. But instead of choosing any of the three, he walked towards the door with a slightly slower speed.

　　 Although the time in the treacherous world is limited, it is impossible for Jenkins to use the weaker to complete the goal, but before confronting the strongest, Jenkins thinks it is necessary to test how strong the strongest are.

　　 He was very worried that the power of the beast of calamity hidden this time was in one of the three doors.

　　 Although it is difficult for the naked eye to quantify the speed of the compass needle, Jenkins estimates that the door he chose this time is probably second only to the three most difficult to challenge.

　　 After crossing the fiery red door frame, Jenkins stepped into the water. The water is not deep, not even under the feet, but this undoubtedly shows that the environment is terrible.

　　 The sky showed a normal dusk color, and Jenkins' shadow stretched to the street behind him in the sunset. At this time, the environment should be a certain town, and traces of people’s lives can be seen around, but at this moment the corpses of the townspeople are piled up in the street. Just now Jenkins stepped on a puddle, but a puddle of blood. in.

　　 "What happened?"

　　Because it is a town, it can be distinguished from the appearance of the building and the clothing of the people that this is definitely the 13th century. Maybe the architectural style will be deviated, but the text on the signboard will not be wrong.

　　 Looking at the corpses around him, various types of wounds can be seen on many corpses, and there are even traces of beast bites on a few corpses. It’s not like it was made by one person, but as Jenkins progressed, all kinds of weird corpses appeared in turn, beasts, unrecognizable aliens, humans, elves, laboratory synthetic orcs, vampires, dwarves, halflings Wait a minute, Jenkins even saw the corpses of several demons, crushing the remains of a gargoyle with only the head left.

　　 took a few more steps and left the street and entered the central square of the town.

　　 Stepping into the square, the sky at dusk suddenly became bleak, and the sunset with some traces of rain disappeared with the sun, but without the sun, the sky still showed a terrible dim yellow. The town suddenly fell apart, just like the forests and shelters that I encountered just now, it suddenly freezes after a long period of time.

　　 The fountain holding the image of a horizontal child in the center of the square, now only a circle of surrounding stones still exists, and the statue has disappeared. The ground of the neatly paved square is covered with dust and moss, and no one has set foot here for a long time.