The repulsive force in his hand was very strong, which reminded Jenkins of a similar situation when [Purification Candle] and [Endless Flame] were fused a long time ago. But that experience cannot be used as a reference. At this time, Jenkins can only use brute force to forcibly move the two closer together. In the eyes of the cat and the elf, it seems that he is bending down and pressing the red and gold infinity symbols to the ground. .
"Use your blood!"
Although the old elf couldn't understand what happened for the time being, his long life had brought him countless knowledge and experiences.
"What am I going to use now to cut my own skin and bite the tip of my tongue with my teeth?"
Jenkins frowned and yelled loudly, his every hand was working hard.
"Meow~"
The cat was eager to try, but the old elf had already walked to Jenkins' side one step ahead of time. Because the burst of flames sizzled like a chainsaw, Jenkins didn't hear clearly what the old elf was muttering when he approached with a silver ritual dagger, but only vaguely heard him seeming to be confessing and praying.
"I'm very sorry."
He said softly to Jenkins, then cut off the young writer's two sleeves with a dagger, and made shallow wounds on the upper ends of the two arms.
Beads of blood oozed out from under the flesh, symmetrically on the left and right sides, flowing along Jenkins' relatively strong arm to the forearm, and then poured into the golden and red light, and finally the two drops of blood touched the arrow and the crime coin at the same time. bumped into each other.
It seems to vaguely see a towering giant tree rising from the ground, and countless prayers and cheers explode in my ears. But when he came back to his senses, what he saw was a half-gold and half-red infinity symbol rising into the air.
Cats, men, and elves all looked up, a symbol of red and gold light that seemed to be imprinted in the air.
In the center of the infinity symbol, a white spot of light suddenly appeared and was gradually absorbed by the overflowing power. The radiant colors gathered little by little and were absorbed by the faintly visible arrows.
Finally, Jenkins stretched out his hand and watched the arrow engraved with green leaves and thin vines slowly fall from the air. It shines in the dark night, and is quiet and restrained in the manic rainstorm.
The old elf was speechless. Even though he already knew that the bloodline of the sacrifice was unusual, he never imagined such a scene would happen.
"bow."
Jenkins stretched out his hand to him, and the elf froze for a moment before handing out the bow in his hand. When Jenkins held out his hand, the old elf noticed that his hand was glowing as well as the arrow.
No, it wasn't just his hands that were glowing, Jenkins was glowing. At this moment, the young man in the dark night is like a saint walking in the world. He did not know when his eyes turned purple and looked at the elf quietly. The latter subconsciously took a step back and bowed down to pay tribute to him.
"Huh? He won't find out that I'm a god, will he?"
"Huh? He won't find out that he is actually a descendant of the priest?"
The two thought in embarrassment at the same time, Jenkins coughed in embarrassment, touched with both hands, and recovered the cut off sleeve. The elf didn't say anything about it, just thought it was a recovery or textile ability.
The window had been opened, and both Elf and Jenkins standing in front of the window could see the dark night sky, the pouring rain, and the occasional strange-colored lightning that pierced the sky.
Angels and mortals fought above and below the clouds, and the fluctuations of spirits and the strange celestial phenomena attracted the eyes of most of the bestowers in this city. And Jenkins can spot it at a glance. The "treasure" that belongs to him is flying freely in the sky.
He has never learned archery, but when he picked up the bow, he got the knowledge about archery instinctively. This body seemed to have undergone countless shooting trainings, and it was perfectly adapted to this unfamiliar bow.
The power of the bloodline reassured Jenkins, and the memory of the elves' ancient inheritance emerged in his heart for the first time.
The golden phantom around him is getting brighter and brighter, like a dazzling sun in front of the window. Zhan/Jin/Si/shu/zhan/back/muscle raised the longbow, and the arrow in his fingertips pointed directly at the sky.
It was windy. Although there was a strong wind in the original rainstorm, the sudden wind was still different. All the creatures in the sky were stunned subconsciously, as if they were stared at by a strange beast from ancient times.
squeak~
Amidst the harsh sound, Jenkins pulled the bowstring a little bit. The golden light wrapped the longbow along the palm of the hand, and the silver light shot out from the arrow unwilling to be outdone, as if to compete with the golden light.
All the plants in the city swayed neatly at this moment. In the evergreen forest in the distance, the sea of forests rustled in the rain, as if the elves were singing old songs.
The wind blows the green leaves all over the city. No one knows why this gentle wind appears in the rainy night, and no one knows where the huge number of green leaves come from.
The green emblem representing the "Origin of Life" naturally appeared at Jenkins' feet when he drew his bow, enveloping Jenkins like a ritual matrix.
This time the old elf bent down deeply, praising the flowers, praising the elves, and praising life in a low voice.
Adjusting the breathing, the sharp eyes guide the arrow in the hand to the sky; the muscles move slightly, looking for the right strength to complete the miracle; the spirit is tense, waiting for the final bounce like a tight bowstring.
From where Jenkins stood, flowers, vines, and blades of grass grew rapidly on the floors, walls, and windowsills. The torrential rain did not kill these little creatures, and even made them erode the rain-washed city like a persistent disease.
The spirit in the body flowed smoothly into the weapon in his hand, and the golden and silver light condensed together at this moment.
"I said, it must hit!"
Jenkins said softly, his purple eyes clearly saw the four angels in four directions, even though most of them were in the clouds.
In his mortal state, he does not have the power of "speaking spirit", so this sentence is just to give himself some psychological hints.
"Meow~"
The cat has a power similar to the spirit of speech, and its words really added the power to hit Jenkins.
The bowstring was fully drawn, and the bright light gathered on the entire arrow. The dazzling brilliance flickered in the rain like an erupting sun, and the people fighting in the sky looked down at the same time.
The torrential rain stopped at this moment, and the strong wind stopped at this moment. Under the dark night sky full of flowers and green leaves, small light spots rose from the ground, at a speed that seemed to pierce space, like the sky in ancient legends. piercing the sky like a pillar.
As if endless brilliance bloomed in the night sky, the beam of light slanted upward from the ground, piercing a hole in the dark clouds, revealing the quiet night sky behind.