Even though he swore not to reveal the situation of Lion Sam's son just now, seeing that his old friend was going to the last moment, the old elf still told him the last news softly:
"Your son is doing well...although he has lost an arm, he has fitted himself with a prosthetic through other means. He is living a decent life and has a business of his own, although he has no family. He has lost the name you gave him Now, I can't tell you what his name is, but I can tell you, the code name between him and his friends. He's a nice guy, unlike you, a really nice guy who cares about his friends... He's called Mr. Hood now."
"Uh~"
The dying old man struggled and screamed, not because he was moved and sad, but because Jenkins' hand holding the arrow shook violently, implicating his wound in severe pain.
Jenkins tried hard to restrain the expression on his face, and tried not to think about Mr. Hood. But at least what the old elf said just now is correct, Mr. Hood is indeed a person who cares about his friends—although he is a bit too self-effacing.
"Jenkins Redandput Williamette."
As if fulfilling a wish, the expression on the old man's face eased a lot, and he looked at Jenkins again, at the young man who put him to death.
"I don't know if what you just said is lying to me, but after talking with you for so long, I understand that you and I are the same kind of lonely person... If what you just said is true, if you are really independent of this Stranger in the era, then live well, you only have one life, I have lived for so long, I want to die every second, but now I am afraid of death. I curse you to be lonely forever, I wish you can find happiness, I curse all those around you to suffer bad luck, I bless you to find the meaning of life in your short life, I curse you... "
His voice became smaller and smaller, and he didn't finish what he wanted to say until the end. Thinking about it, at the last moment of his life, his heart must have been very complicated. Jenkins knew that he must hate himself very much, but he also had some sympathy for the [foreigner] who had the same fate.
The arrow in his hand burst into dazzling pure white light, like the most voracious blood-sucking insect, it absorbed everything in Lion Sam Kamel. In the end, only a layer of white ash remained on the side of the wall, and the white ash barely outlined a tall and thin human figure.
Jenkins looked at the arrow in his hand like a silver artwork with some horror. The old elf was still feeling sad for his friend's death. Although this friend was crazy and bad, the two had known each other for more than a hundred years. It was impossible for the old elf not to feel sad when he died like this.
"This kind of arrow is forbidden even among the elves. In addition to offering it to the great as a sacrifice, under normal circumstances, any elf using this type of arrow without authorization is equivalent to throwing a steam bomb at the city hall in human society. This I don’t know how one fell into the material world, you have to seize the opportunity, there is only one arrow, but there are four angels.”
The elf sniffed, apologized to Jenkins, and turned to get the handkerchief from the table. Jenkins believed that the old elf must be very depressed at this time, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
"I'm sure, if this arrow is used by you, it can definitely injure an angel, but I'm not sure if it can really cause fatal damage to an angel. But no matter what, it's worth a try, I can put my I will lend you my bow."
"It will be useful, it will be useful."
Jenkins stood up with a sigh, and then looked out the window into the night in the dimly lit room. Night had already fallen unconsciously, but it didn't make much sense to Nolan, who had a day of heavy rain.
Pushing open the window, the gust of wind swept in immediately with raindrops. The ashes of Ryan Sam Kamel's body were blown away in the strong wind, but they did not float in the house. Instead, they flew out of the window in a trajectory that did not conform to the rules of fluid motion, leaving no traces.
Jenkins touched the well-behaved cat, took out his last [Seed of Blasphemy], and then kissed the coin directly regardless of its casting material.
Holding the arrow in the left hand and the coin in the right, flames gushed out from both arms, and the moment the arrow touched the coin, the flames wrapped the two together.
Even the old elf who was watching closely couldn't see what was happening in the center of the flame, but he could feel that a unique power was brewing in Jenkins' hands.
The light of the fire in the man's hand completely covered the light of the candles at the four corners of the room, and the flame swirled and flew around his arms, swaying like a flying snake. The flames gradually left Jenkins' sleeves, but the intersection of the left and right sides was still at the intersection of the two hands.
Gradually, the flying flames completely illuminated the entire room, making the faces of Jenkins, the old elf, and Chocolate all turn fiery red. The flame turned and wrapped around the arm, and finally formed a symbol representing infinity.
The center of the infinity symbol is the arrow and the sin coin, and the small white light spot is gestating in it.
The normal way to add power to this arrow is to overlap the crime coin with the arrow. This unusual way of Jenkins was unheard of by the old elf.
But just as he didn't care why Jenkins called himself a "stranger" just now, he didn't care where Jenkins got this strange method. After all, the bloodline of the priest is noble, mysterious, and powerful. Unless Jenkins now flies to the sky in front of him and claims to be a god, the old elf will not be surprised by any actions Jenkins makes.
"Um?"
But he was immediately amazed, a bright golden ball of light flew out of Jenkins' pocket, it was the last crystallization of the Son of God's power, entered the tongue of fire and merged with the fiery red infinity symbol.
The moment the two came into contact, a radiant golden light spot spread along the rotating flame infinity symbol, but it did not completely replace the fiery red with gold, but perfectly blended with it.
The elf swears that in his long thousand years of life, he has never seen such a dazzling and brilliant color. The bursting gold and fiery red seemed to be jumping for the birth of a new force, which represented the symbol of infinity and a huge source of power.
"Ah~"
The veins on Jenkins' forehead were throbbing. He bent down slightly, lowered his arms, and tried to use his own strength to put the crime coin and the arrow together. Because when the degraded energy of the divinity merged into the flame, the two items in the left and right hands seemed to have been added with the same magnetic pole, repelling each other with great repulsion.
PS: The world line where the traverser is not present, if:
Genie would not know Jenkins Williams. After meeting Mr. Hood, he didn't need to be busy looking for [Whip of the Dead], so he had time to arrange a meeting between Ryan Sam and Mr. Hood. The time to meet was the day when the angel fell. Lion Sam Kamel was willing to sacrifice for his child, and the old elf died of exhaustion in order to shoot that arrow. Mr. Hood inherited everything from them, including [Stranger].
Another: Because of a bug in the plot, the "If" before chapter 792 has been modified, refresh to check. The story about Mr. Birch will be explained in the following chapters.