The acquisition of the ability [Son of Disaster (Red Combat)] does not require any rituals, all that is required is to trigger five large-scale disasters while holding a copy of the "Disaster Poetry".
The copy of the poem will grab power in each disaster, and when all five powers are obtained, the ability will be formed.
Because of this, Jenkins can deduce that the person holding the clay tablet at the moment is the person in the tree house. After all, only that group of people are interested in this terrifying and evil ability.
"If you choose to be arrested without a fight, I can fight for a good interrogation environment for you. I still have this right."
Jenkins said that he didn't actually expect to be able to persuade the other party. He was waiting for his companions to act, but he didn't know that the demigods were all waiting for him, the holy son, to take the lead.
"Do you think this is over, Your Highness Son? Here is a very interesting question. When you can only choose one of the two options [save the city below] and [pursue the enemy], what will you do?" Which one to choose?"
the man asked loudly, and Jenkins noticed that the huge, eerie black figure behind him was squirming.
"The city has been saved."
Jenkins answered loudly.
"So I've created a new crisis for it."
Before the words fell, the huge black shadow behind the man swelled up again. The sound of the wind whistled, and the black lightning struck down on the top of the head, just right on the top of the black shadow's head.
With a huge bang, the huge black shadow was forced to explode with all its strength. The violent spirit instantly impacted the nine people in the sky, and they were forced to fall to the ground, while the man holding the clay tablet took advantage of this momentum and flew into the distance.
"Just a reminder, if you don't stop it, the chain reaction that follows will destroy Ruen."
He laughed and flew towards the mountains in the distance, and above the city, the disordered and frenzied spirits produced by the self-detonation simultaneously affected the Shadow Realm parallel to the material world. The demigods saw that the situation was not good and didn't care about chasing it, and immediately took action to stabilize the flow of spirits and disperse the invasion of shadows. Jenkins didn't understand element balance and was not good at shadow power, so he frowned, pretended to be exhausted and fainted in the air. Mr. Rosière hurriedly hugged him and sent him to the ground.
In the urban area of Loen, the light blue brilliance around Alexia kept flashing. She held her own blue cube in her hand, and the light soothed the restless shadows around her like undulating tides.
Dolores looked at the sky worriedly, yearning for those flying freely. Chocolate was standing on the railing beside her. The shadow was afraid because of its existence. As long as the cat stood here, the power of the shadow world would be impossible affect the city.
In the sky above the dark mountains, the man holding the clay tablet has lost his strength. Panting heavily, he descended to the top of the snow-capped mountain, and looking back here, there were only dots of Ruen's lights submerged in the darkness.
Regardless of his image, the man fell down on the snow and looked at his clay tablet by the moonlight. The first depression had been completely filled with broken black gemstones.
He laughed wildly on this uninhabited mountain top, and his crazy laughter echoed in the mountains. Suddenly there was a strange sound, and the man subconsciously raised his arm to block it. The unique crispness of the metal impact flashed with sparks, and he rolled on the spot, and then saw snowmen surrounded in all directions, and a man with a blurred face standing in the distance.
"Who are you?"
He asked loudly, seeing that the other party did not answer, he said in a very positive tone:
"The believers of the God of Lies! Sure enough, I guessed before the action that you people will definitely show up. I didn't expect to predict my retreat route in advance."
"Why does everyone seem to be able to guess me?"
The real body stayed in Loen, and Jenkins, who used the projection to return to the Ice and Snow Palace and led the Snowman Legion to come in a hurry, thought. He took back his scepter and took his sword, silently ordering the snowmen to attack.
Dozens of snowmen pounced on the man standing on the top of the mountain, and buried him in the pile of snowmen in an instant. But the next moment, fiery red magma gushed out from the snow surface, and with the sound of sirens, hot steam sprayed in all directions, melting half of the bodies of the nearby snowmen one after another.
"You are not a demigod, but I am, who gave you the courage to fight me alone?"
The blood vessels on the surface of the body are protruding, shining a dim red light like magma in the veins. The man's body seemed to be burning. In fact, more than half of the snow layer on the top of the mountain had been melted by him.
"I think the current situation doesn't seem like I'm going to fight you one-on-one, right?"
Jenkins made a sarcasm, the holy sword in his hand reflected the cold light against the moonlight. This cold light swept across the snow surface together with the sword light, and the white brilliance even dimmed the starry sky for a few seconds. But the sword light passed through the human body, and what fell on the snow surface was not human body fragments, but just some scorching obsidian.
Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and then the snowmen retreated to the side to repair. He hurried over and used his sword to push aside the pile of stones, and saw a series of paper spells in the center:
"Damn it, he ran away a long time ago, this is a scapegoat!"
Cursing angrily, he looked at the silent night with eyes of a little purple brilliance, but he could no longer find his opponent.
(Chocolate is running... )
After Jenkins settled down with the Snowman Legion, he canceled the projection and returned to his body. After waking up, he did not hear the words "strange ceiling", so he could only say "strange ceiling" by himself, and was almost thrown aside. The nuns who waited for him to wake up regarded him as a madman.
It was only half an hour of "coma" before and after, but the chaos in the city was over. After the enemy disappeared, the city's vast self-healing function kicked in, and the trick Jenkins used when he appeared brought most of the wounded back to action, so after the demigods re-stabilized the balance of the spirit, the riots ended.
Just standing in front of the window, you can still hear the police on the night watch shouting loudly on the road outside the church, telling the citizens to stay at home and not to go out. A lot of things happened tonight, even if the demigod of [Tree House] retreated, the matter of Dolores' brothers and sisters was far from over.
M. Rosière was still busy, and Jenkins woke up to a letter from the Alexiato, so he wasn't worried about his cats and girls.
He had the church prepare some food, sat alone in the room and waited for M. Rosière to return, and the two would talk about what had happened.
Thinking of the man who ran away again, and thinking of "Catastrophe Poetry", Jenkins sighed heavily, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the window while holding the cup. This night when the two moons are full is not peaceful, but the starry sky is still as deserted as it has been for thousands of years.