"You know he's a candidate for my savior?"
Jenkins and Titan sat facing each other on the sunset battlefield. After all, whether sitting or standing, he had to raise his head to see each other's face.
"When I pulled you into my thinking world just now, I observed the mark representing the savior. That color is very beautiful. The last time I saw it, I was not even an adult."
Titan doesn't seem to realize that Jenkins is a god, and he doesn't know whether it's a lack of personality or a long deep sleep that has dulled his thinking... Jenkins' brainstorming for him may also cause this dullness.
After talking about this, the two of them didn't speak for a long time. Everything around them was attractive enough for them, for the Titan it was a memory of his past, for Jenkins it was his first glimpse of an age of mythology long ago, one that no document or monument could prove age.
The dusk of the doomsday is much more magnificent than that of Nolan. This is the last time the sun sets in this era. The dust of war rolls in front of my eyes. The dim yellow sunset shines on this tragic battlefield. Only the broken flags in the distance are swaying in the wind. The sound, is so real and thrilling.
"So, why did you pull me into your mind?"
After a long time, Jenkins asked.
"I didn't expect you to be able to break through my defenses, so in a hurry, I can only bring your consciousness here. This will be the place where we duel, savior, if I can win, it means that I have broken free from the shackles of fate , and gained real freedom; if you can defeat me, it means that I am destined to be your stepping stone to save the Eighteenth Century. My tens of thousands of years of struggle and hard work are all just to be defeated by you... "
The Titans rose to their feet, and so did Jenkins. Because both of them were facing the sunset, their shadows extended to both sides in a figure-of-eight shape. A person's shadow is very long, and a person's shadow is very short.
"The saviors, the beings in the age of mythology, have already peeped into the destiny. We believe that the destiny has written everything since the day the world was born, but we don't believe that there is any way to check the real destiny. Therefore, only What is created by oneself is the truest destiny. Today's duel could have been avoided, but fate brought us together. Even if we live thousands of years apart, you and I still have to fight for survival... Savior, this is not just My destiny is also your destiny."
"Are all the lives in the age of mythology so nagging?"
Jenkins thought in his heart, and at the same time felt that the titan he was talking to in this thinking world did not look like a fallen or corrupted titan. He was perfectly normal, the way Jenkins had imagined an ancient wise man to be.
But now is not the time to think about it. This is the world of thinking. All power is measured by the strength of the heart and soul. Everything can be done by imagination. He reached out and pulled out his cane from the air, and after shaking it gently, it had grown into a scepter like a tree.
Tap the ground with the vine-like scepter, and with the slight vibration of the earth, the giant tree that broke through the ground under his feet brought Jenkins into the air.
Giant trees with thick roots rise from the ground, splicing and twisting each other. When they were completely connected together and rose up to tear off the roots connected to the ground, what Jenkins stood on was already the shoulders of giant trees.
"It's been a long time since I saw this kind of scene. The last time I saw it was the battle with Lin Xi with those pointed ears."
The titan didn't have a weapon in its hand, so it took two steps back slightly. The two giants looked at each other in the last rays of the setting sun, and then roared at the same time, stepping on the dust of the earth and rushing towards their enemies.
At this time, the last ray of light of the sun also disappeared below the horizon, and the era without fire began.
(Finnie is praying... don't fall asleep...)
The atmosphere in the game room was tense, and Hathaway took Miss Magic's hand to stop her from proceeding with the next action. In the shadowed area on the ground, a gorgeous golden ritual matrix has been set up. This is the magic lady's own god-fall ceremony based on the modern god-fall ceremony and the ancient chain ability [angel halo].
Although there has never been an experiment, and the theoretical basis is also very problematic, and because of the emergency, many materials cannot be produced and can only be replaced with defective products, but Miss Magic still thinks it is worth a try.
"Do you have a better way?"
She persisted, the withered black flower in her hand was about to fall into the very center of the matrix.
"At least Mr. Candle's cat is still involving Mr. Corpse. We are not completely hopeless. Mister Magic, please don't do this. Once the ritual is launched, you will definitely die."
Hathaway is still persuading.
"Mr. Candle's cat can hold Mr. Corpse. Do you think it can also hold that ancient Titan? Is the cat stronger than its owner? Mr. Bailing, I think you have already understood this matter. If you didn't The intervention of god-level power is absolutely unsolvable. While Mr. Candle is still alive, the last curse on William's body in Ruen has not yet implicated Nolan. Please let me try it. , I am willing to make sacrifices."
The two women chattered, while the men were still watching the battle on the tabletop. After Mr. Candle jumped back on the top of the Titan's head again, both sides of the fight suddenly stopped. If it wasn't for the smoke and dust that was still circulating in the set, they might think that the set was broken.
Mr. Corpse was also silent, at least not until they announced that the explorers were trying to escape again. He didn't even look at the white cat vanilla, but quietly looked at the titan in the full-real setting on the table, and he sighed for a long time:
"it's over."
"What's over?"
"The battle is over."
Mr. Corpse said, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mr. White Cat actually heard the color of emotion from the toneless words.
As soon as Mr. Corpse finished speaking, the roar came from the window again, and reflected on the table, the statues of the Titan and the Bone Giant changed color at the same time. After the statue of Mr. Candle started to move again, both Titan and Bone changed from metal to stone, both lost their ability to move, and at the same time, both changed from living statues to dead statues.
It's over, the ruins of the hospital are scattered everywhere, only Mr. Candle is left standing there silently.