In a panic, Jenkins reached into his breast pocket again, only to find some scattered black dust at the bottom of the pocket.
"Oh God~"
Even a drizzle of rain and the wind taking heat away from the neighborhood didn't stop Jenkins from sweating. The ring was not lost, but was really absorbed. At the same time, he also now knows why the Calamity Beast was still born in the land of Black Town despite being sealed by the savior of this era.
"It turns out... everything is my fault."
The moment he wanted to understand all this, he even had the idea of digging out the person who had just been buried and asking him about the sealing method. But the dead cannot be resurrected, and after absorbing such a terrible thing, Jenkins is not sure whether the thing that will be born in the egg can be sealed again.
Holding the egg, Jenkins has already felt the gradually revived vitality in the eggshell. The life force was huge and distorted, more terrifying than the life spirit of any creature Jenkins had ever felt.
He cautiously poked his spirit over there, trying to establish a connection with the guy in the egg to appease it, but it obviously wouldn't work. He couldn't even understand his own cat, let alone an egg.
The calamity black stone is a "big tonic" for the egg. In just a few minutes, the size of the egg increased rapidly, and the egg itself began to squirm, trying to escape from Jenkins' hands.
Jenkins hugged it to his chest with both hands, and then used his own life spirit to adjust the life spirit of the creature inside the egg. He hopes to rely on his control over the spirit of life and the ability of the newly acquired [hero], at least to purify the soul of the creature inside the eggshell before it breaks out, weakening those black auras.
The thing inside the egg probably guessed what Jenkins wanted to do. When the spirits of the two came into contact, the crazy suction quickly extracted Jenkins' spirit.
Jenkins didn't panic when he saw this, he held the still growing egg in his arms with one hand, took out his cane from the air with the other hand and inserted it fiercely into the black soil under his feet.
Even though this land is dying with the black halo of the primordial moon in the sky, the vitality in the land is still endless. Jenkins sat down with difficulty as he wrestled with the egg, leaning on his cane. The cane absorbs the power in the ground, and it takes root and sprouts like a cutting branch. As Jenkins sat down, the small tree appeared behind him, and quickly grew a canopy to cover him with black ash. rainwater.
The tree is growing, and Jenkins draws the spirit from the tree to fight the egg. A small tree quickly becomes a big tree, and a big tree quickly becomes a giant tree.
The sun never rose again, and Jenkins had no idea how many days and nights had passed. He only knew that the tree transformed from the walking stick behind him was as tall as the giant tree in the evergreen forest, and the people who survived the war also gathered together, relying on the protection of the giant tree to avoid the deadly raindrops and black fireballs falling from the sky .
The volume of the egg expands to the size of a human head and does not change. The creatures inside the egg completely absorb and compress the energy. The newborn life is not the opponent of Jenkins, and it is gradually suppressed as the tree grows. Absorption and giving have become a kind of balance, which is very fragile, but it can be maintained for the time being.
I don't know how many days and nights have passed, the broken space wall near the battlefield was completely shattered, and the Shadow Realm next to the material world invaded here. The power of the shadow erodes the ground, making it impossible for the trees to provide Jenkins with more power, while the egg spontaneously absorbs the power of the shadow, and gradually overwhelms Jenkins in a fragile balance.
One day, the people gathered under the giant tree bowed down to the owner of the giant tree, Jenkins, who was sleeping with an egg under the tree, as usual.
Jenkins suddenly opened his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse:
"I can't do it anymore, you leave as soon as possible, I can't stop it from breaking out of its shell. This world is not completely destroyed, there are still many survivors scattered on the earth, go find them, and spend the coming long doomsday together .”
The eggshells in his hand have all turned black, which represents the power of Sin and Shadow, which is exactly the opposite of Jenkins' power. Absorbed too much spirit from Jenkins' body, and Jenkins' suppression of the egg was on the verge of collapse. The egg seems to have a unique devouring talent, which can rely on the nature of devouring spirits to obtain abilities. It absorbs the shadow to control the shadow, absorbs the spirit of Jenkins, and now it can even freely control the spirit of life provided by the giant tree.
"You saved us, what else can we do for you?"
the men asked loudly.
Jenkins shook his head, and suddenly noticed some elves wearing silver armor in the crowd, so he asked:
"How is World Tree doing now?"
In this era, the elves are still active in the material world. As long as the world tree is still there, the elves can be sheltered, and maybe other alien races can be protected.
"Sacrifice, the World Tree may have been severely damaged. Why don't you go back with us, the World Tree cannot live without a priest like you."
"It turns out that they said that I am a descendant of the priest, referring to the priest of the World Tree... Is the blood inherited by the William family so powerful?"
Jenkins thought to himself, then shook his head at the crying elves:
"I am destined to stay here, no one can replace my responsibilities, this egg thing happened because of me, I can't let go. Leave here, go to find the world tree in my hometown, there will always be a priest to take responsibility, believe me , the long doomsday will eventually end, when the next century begins, don't forget to help other injured people."
Both of his hands were suppressing the egg in his bosom, so he could only open his mouth to spit out the few remaining breaths of life towards the kneeling people. This is the breath of the purest spirit of life, enough to heal people's wounds and give them a chance to survive the painful migration afterwards.
The people gradually left, and the elves were the last to leave. Before leaving, they sang the funeral songs of the elves to Jenkins according to the ancient etiquette.
Looking at the back of them leaving, Jenkins closed his eyes again holding the egg. Time flies and the trees grow and wither. He doesn't know how long he and the egg have lived together, and he doesn't know how much the egg has taken from Jenkins.
One day, Jenkins collapsed, his body disappeared, and the egg tumbled out of his arms. After that, with the departure of the cane, the giant tree collapsed, and the majestic spirit of life that had accumulated for a long time finally turned into that ancient forest.
The egg lay quietly in the soil, bathed in shadows and the power of life, and gradually grew.
No matter how long the end is, there will be a day when it disappears, and no matter how long the story is, there will always be a magical beginning.
When fate thought that the light of the next era could appear, the egg sleeping in the ruins of the ancient city shook for a while. The power of sin and shadow swept across the entire city, and as the first crack appeared on the eggshell, the majestic spirit impacted the forest and the broken walls in the forest.
Kacha ~ Kacha ~
The creature in the egg firmly broke through the last obstacle. When the black thunder fell from the sky and struck the egg, the young black cat broke through the egg shell, bathing the hair in the breath of the ancient years.
It is small, but powerful. The amber eyes slowly opened, and the newborn cat looked at everything around him ignorantly.
It is special, and the unique identity of the Calamity Beast allows it to possess a lot of innate knowledge. It also got more from the man during its long time under the tree with Jenkins.
"Meow~"
The kitten raised its head and cried, with a sad and melodious voice. It can't find that man anymore, it can't find the man who gave it warmth and strength when it was weakest.
Googoo~
The kitten's stomach is growling, it is still very hungry at birth, and its innate talent of devouring makes it want to find something to eat.
The cat didn't want to destroy the place where it was born, so it looked up at the huge black halo in the sky. That is something very similar to its power essence, they are all the products of all the sins of the last century, but the cat didn't use this power to destroy the world.
It jumped up lightly and jumped to a very high altitude. The cat's mouth opened, opened, opened, and the halo of destruction transformed by the primitive moon disappeared into the cat's mouth little by little under the action of the principle of homologous phagocytosis.
"Hi~"
The falling cat hiccupped on the branch, and then hid its face with its small paws very humanely. The clear blue sky appeared overhead, and the bright sunlight shone through the shade of the tree on the back fur of the black cat, making the cat look like it was glowing too.
The end is over, and the disappearance of the black halo makes the material world see the blue sky and white clouds again after a thousand years. A new era is about to open, everything has to start from scratch, and newborn cats have to start their own stories.
It poked its head around, trying to find the man, but the sad expression on the cat's face showed that it already knew the answer.
"Meow~"
It called out to the sky again, with a shrill and sad voice, which attracted the gods who came to the material world with the pure white beam of light. New pacts will be made, and mighty scourges await.
It is the civet that swallows the moon, it is also the disaster at the end of the era, it is a monster with infinite power, and it is also a cat that waits patiently.
At the end of the eighteenth century, Jenkins, who sat up from the bed, raised his right hand to block the light that entered the face from the gap in the curtain. The ancient town has awakened, and outside the church, unknown bards are softly reciting poems handed down from the ancient years;
"I'll wait,
I will wait.
no matter how long
I will all wait.
wait until you show up,
Wait until you come into the world.
Even if it is far into the future,
Even if I have to experience countless times.
waiting for you to appear,
I will come to you quietly.
waiting for you to appear,
I will give up everything to come to you.
Waiting for you in that dangerous basement hole,
Confirm that you are my dearest bond;
I'll follow behind your wheels,
Come with you into the world;
I will quietly watch you in the corner,
Keep you safe.
When I'm tired of it all,
I will take the initiative to appear in front of your eyes.
I will bring a small cardboard box,
Put it in front of your eyes.
I'll crawl in awkwardly,
Waiting for you to bring me home.
oh,
I will wait,
I will wait.
waiting to live with you,
Waiting to rejoice with you,
waiting to see you,
See all of you.
Even if I can't say it,
I want to lie on your bedside and look at you,
like you were looking at me then,
Look at your smiling face. "(Note)
"Who is singing love poems at the church door so early?"
Jenkins, who was still a little confused, muttered in a low voice, what he heard was a very famous love poem, which was handed down from ancient times. Anyone with knowledge must have heard of this poem. Jenkins was able to find memories related to this poem from the memory of the original owner. This is one of the few poems that the original owner is familiar with.
It was supposed to lead to something, but he was weak at the moment, and looking at his cat could temporarily cloud his judgment.
"Oh~"
I wanted to leave from **, only to find myself sore all over. The last story is like a dream to him now, not as clear as the first 12 stories. He didn't finish the story, so he had to "come back from the dead" to end it all.
But this is not considered a failure for him, because he believes that he has indeed greatly delayed the birth of that terrible disaster beast, and greatly purified the spirit of that egg in the doomsday world.
"I'm sore all over, oh, I haven't felt this way for a long time."
He grumbled as he stepped on his slippers and left the bed, then drew the curtains to let the brilliant morning light into the bedroom. In one whole night, he spent thirteen stories and experienced thirteen wonderful and interesting adventures.
Now it is daylight and the story is over. He had to prepare to return to reality and face the troubles in Beldyran City.
Looking back, the paper pages with twelve stories on the bedside were turning into dust little by little under the sun. When there was only a pinch of ashes left on the head of the bed, there were twelve gleaming round gemstones lying in the dust, which were sin coins—[Gems of Time].
"It seems that the Master [Closed Circle] still recognizes my work."
He shrugged his shoulders and turned to look out the window, but at this moment he heard a cat meowing. Turning around to look at the bed again, I saw Chocolate flying towards me with excitement on his face.
God only knows why a cat has that look on its face.
"Oh, my chocolate~"
He happily reached out his hands to catch the flying cat, held it in his arms, and looked at the morning light outside the window with it.
"I'm glad you're back to normal. It's better to be lively. You'll be eating right away, and you'll have to wait a little longer."
Jenkins said with a smile.
The cat didn't speak, and lay peacefully on Jenkins' chest with its eyes closed, rubbing against him with its furry face. It's like in the long past, when it was the youngest, one person and one cat leaned under the tree and spent the "warm time" together. The long wait will eventually bear fruit. It knows that it will wait for this man, and it will.
"So who is the fool in "Madmen and Fools"?"
Jenkins scratched his hair and was still puzzled. He muttered, but he didn't know that the most stupid thing about him was that he couldn't guess that cats can also be born from eggs.
"Meow~"
Chocolate screamed comfortably, squinted his eyes, and rubbed his small face against Jenkins' chest. It likes to stay with Jenkins this way. It will stay with Jenkins for years to come. As for my identity...
"Meow~"
Chocolate naughty pawed at Jenkins' hair-grabbing hand, telling him not to forget to stroke his head.
Sooner or later the cat will tell Jenkins, and at the end of the story, it won't be far.
PS: It is recommended to review Chapter 70.
It was supposed to be in two chapters, but I figured you guys would hate me and beg for everything.