This remark completely disappointed Jenkins, who had just regained some confidence. What was even more frightening was that what the other party said was actually the truth, that is to say, even if he destroyed the body in front of him, he could not prevent Nolan from coming.
Seeing the expression on Jenkins' face, the people on the wall raised their heads to look at Jenkins:
"If you are not reconciled to this result, after destroying this body, you can come to the clock tower to find me at any time. I look forward to witnessing the end with you."
Then the body twitched violently again as if being shocked by an electric shock, and Xiaokang regained his composure.
Jenkins stepped forward and touched the body fixed on the wall to confirm that he was still alive, but it was just an empty shell, and the original soul was long gone.
"I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
But it's not over yet. When Jenkins looked here just now, what he saw was a white spiritual light, not the colorful ability light spot of the bestower. In other words, the dazzling aura that attracted him was not this soulless body, but a gift hidden nearby.
It was a very inconspicuous stone brick, and it was majestically placed in the corner of the room. Because of the dilapidated warehouse, it is very appropriate for this brick to appear here. Except for the chosen one who can feel the gift, no one can think of what it is.
Jenkins walked carefully among the candles, bent down and picked up the stone brick. Its weight was normal, but it felt like jade to the touch.
After a little force, the stone bricks cracked, and the stones turned into powder and scattered all over the ground as if they had been weathered for thousands of years. Jenkins shook his hand, shaking the ashes off his hands, and then saw the wooden whistle he was holding.
He hesitated for a moment to let the whistle establish a connection with himself, and then blew lightly with his mouth in his mouth. Amidst the pleasant chirping, a sudden gust of wind appeared in the originally windless city.
The gust of wind quickly broke into the small warehouse, causing the flames of red candles all over the warehouse to flicker and shake, but none of the candles were extinguished because of this.
Along with the wind came a light blue phantom of the soul. He was wearing a floor-sweeping robe and covered his face with an expressionless mask commonly used by priests.
"Who are you?"
asked Jenkins, who thought the whistle was left by the poor man on the wall before his soul was crushed.
"saviour."
"sorry, I dont understand."
"There are often detoxifying herbs next to poisonous snakes. Naturally, there is a way to understand all of this in the illusion of doomsday. The ruler is merciful, and everything can be avoided. No matter it is a delusion or illusion, this city of doomsday actually exists. means of cracking."
That voice seemed to come from the sky. The last time I met someone who spoke like this was the old priest on the Ice and Snow Castle.
Jenkins thought for a while before he understood the passage.
"Logically, what you said makes sense, but... I don't understand why I happened to be able to pick up this whistle here?"
He looked at the people hanging on the wall, the meaning was quite obvious, and at the same time, he was secretly complaining that those masters of other worlds like to do this kind of thing:
"It's all too much like a deliberate arrangement."
"There is no coincidence in this world, only inevitability. My existence makes this area the most spiritually-rich area in the city, so this is also the most suitable location for holding rituals in this doomsday city. It's not that I chose to appear here, but Someone chose to hold a ceremony here."
"Is it the master who arranged for you to wait here?"
Jenkins asked, and the other party obviously hesitated:
"You actually know the great ones who control the world."
"Actually, I don't just know it's that simple... Then can you tell me how I should save this doomsday city? Or, you just need to take action."
"I'm not a person in the material world, so I can't interfere with everything here. I can tell you the method, but you have to do it yourself."
said the soul.
"no problem."
Jenkins waited for this sentence.
"Blow the horn of doom in the sky overlooking the city, and its destruction will bring the sound of blessing. At the darkest moment, let new light illuminate the world. When the sound of blessing spreads throughout the city of doom, this Everything will fall apart, and a new light will lead the future of the physical world."
"That... Could you please be more straightforward."
The light blue phantom nodded, and put it another way:
"Fly to the sky and blow the whistle with all your strength. The sound of its destruction indicates the destruction of the Doomsday City. This sound will make the moon fall, and the most terrifying darkness will envelope this place. You need to be here At that time, use the light generated by any extraordinary power to illuminate this city. At that time, this place will usher in the end, and the light you raise will become a gift, which is your reward for destroying the doomsday."
Jenkins understood this rather vernacular statement, but he still had doubts:
"But it seems to be forbidden here..."
"What kind of flying method have you ever used?"
"Riding a unicorn."
"unicorn?"
The blue phantom repeated hesitantly, looked at Jenkins and asked a little faster:
"Male... Do you have the blood of the high elf royal family? Which clan are you from?"
"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about. My blood comes from my ancestors, and my ancestors are half-blood elves."
He briefly introduced it, and then became interested in this topic:
"Does it mean that even male elves cannot touch unicorns normally?"
"Only pure women, immature children, or the royal family of the high elves are eligible to be carried by unicorns, it is obvious. It is obvious that your elf blood must be noble, which is really interesting. Since going with my lord I haven't seen the high elves for a long time, the taste of this bloodline is... eh? Sacrificial descendants?"
"Yes, you must be a descendant of the priests in the elves."
The phantom figure nodded affirmatively, and then continued:
"The air ban rules of this doomsday city are easily surpassed. Since your flying method is a unicorn, it is even easier. A unicorn itself is an extraordinary existence that is more noble than ordinary extraordinary creatures, The unicorn of an adult individual even has the power to break some rules. I think your mount should not be very old, unlike an adult unicorn who has all the secrets of the population. So you need to help the unicorn before it tries to take off. It learns more about its own power."
"What should I do?"
"Kiss its horn."
"Um?"
Jenkins was taken aback.