In the still rain, Jenkins let out a long breath. He seemed to see the raindrops that hit him. The water mist in the air condensed into dewdrops, and the dewdrops slid into the soil, where they merged into the underground river and flowed into the river. The whole process of a lake, evaporated into water vapor, and then turned into raindrops again.
After a few seconds, he felt dazed as if he had just woken up from a big dream. He summoned all his abilities, and there was one more:
[Pray for rain (yellow spell)]
The name is simple and unpretentious, and the effect is also very straightforward. Jenkins has heard of this ability. Even in modern times, there are a small number of believers in the Mother of the Earth and the Spirit of Nature possessing this ability. Even the same-named rituals that have been passed down from ancient times still exist in the records of major churches.
The role of abilities is that it is not always possible to successfully pray for rain, calling for precipitation in a very small area, thereby temporarily changing the battlefield environment, and increasing specific abilities and rituals. The ceremony of the same name relies on a large-scale ritual formation composed of thousands of people, praying for at least a month, thereby completely changing the climate in a certain area, and it is often used as a last resort in drought years.
"Although it can be matched with Ning Bing, it seems to be useless... and it takes up my last empty bubble."
If the rain could suppress the fog, the Church of Nature and the Church of the Sea would have already done it. You know, even the strong wind caused by the [Suffocating Prayer Girl] just now couldn't dispel Nolan's fog, let alone the normal rain.
As he was thinking like this, he looked up and suddenly saw a golden light coming towards him. The almost suffocating wetness at that moment made him think that his surroundings were flooded with water, but then he realized that this was a gift from the woman who turned her back to him:
[Praying for rain (yellow spell)]→[Calling wind and rain (golden spell)]
Standing in the rain for too long and getting drenched, even now that the rain has stopped, the clothes sticking to the body is uncomfortable. But after the golden light entered the body, the moisture on his body was inexplicably evaporated.
It's just that Jenkins didn't care about this. He concentrated on looking at the new ability and asked tentatively:
"Is this your magic?"
"Yes. But be careful, with your mortal posture, you can't maintain this ability for too long, but I think it's enough to fight Nolan's baby."
Jenkins nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice:
"Thanks."
"Need to be nice to me, Jenkins?"
asked the woman with her back turned to him, and then said:
"As for the World Tree seedlings, you have to find the answer to this question yourself. No one can help you. This is your own business."
"Okay, then I..."
"Don't be so anxious. The end of the era of the material world is coming. I believe you can fight against all of this, but I think you still need some help. As a priest of the World Tree, no matter what you think, you and I The connection is indelible."
Jenkins agrees with this point, and the Lord of Flowers has always treated him very well, and he has no intention of breaking away from the power of Flowers.
"I also want to give you some irrelevant gifts. You don't need to pay any price. I just hope that you can get through the difficulties smoothly."
Three golden balls of light stayed in front of Jenkins, he calmed down and understood the current situation. He looked up at Sigrid's back again, lowered his head in a daze, and then touched the first one on the left of the three light spheres in silence. After the sphere broke, the golden light scattered, and a very young vine stuck to his fingertips, and then got into his spirit.
Two blank bubbles appeared.
"This is probably what you need most right now."
said the woman.
Touching the light spot in the middle, a small silver bottle the size of Jenkins' little finger fell into his hand. The metal bottle is very cold, but it actually exudes a holy light in the darkness of the paradox. Just the bottle is probably quite a good item:
"This is a potion that you can only drink, but only once. After you drink it, within an hour, you will be the strongest mortal in the material world."
The Holy Son is barely a mortal, which means that this is not using divinity, giving Jenkins a chance to come back.
He finally touched the golden dot on the right, but there was nothing. It's not that he can't observe it, but that there is really nothing.
Sigrid's voice seemed to come from far away:
"This is one last chance, if you think you have nowhere to go, then call on my name and pray to me with all your soul."
"Then you will help me save the material world?"
"Then I'll take you and those you choose out of the physical world to my abode. You may consider this an escape, but it's better than your dead body, isn't it?"
Jenkins is a more realistic person, so he thinks that the last help is more important than anything that happened in Weirdland today. He wanted to thank you again, but the other party had already emphasized that there was no need to thank you, so he asked:
"I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know how to be grateful. Although I can't guarantee things after becoming a god, if there are other things that need me to do, I will definitely do my best."
"I don't have any other requirements for you, just go on according to your current thinking, I am very satisfied."
Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, he blinked, and seeing that the other party still hadn't left, he knew that the other party knew that he still had something to ask:
"Actually, I'm curious about Professor Burns..."
"That's someone who was chosen to guide you on the right path. It might seem superfluous, but you probably got some help too."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, it's just a chess piece to help you."
"It turns out the truth about Professor Burns is this..."
Jenkins thought in his heart, feeling a little dazed and lost, probably because he felt that this was different from his own thoughts. The professor's mystery and power helped him a lot, but he didn't expect the truth to be so simple.
After sorting out his thoughts, he asked again:
"May I ask if what happened just now, that I picked up the baby and put it at the door of the church, is it true or not?"
"Why not ask this lady about that?"
The woman finally turned around, and it was clearly Sigrid's face, but Jenkins, who raised his head unconsciously, felt unable to look directly at it. He subconsciously lowered his head again, suddenly feeling that he had forgotten Sigrid's true appearance.
"Then why, you chose to talk to me instead of Sigrid, we are all members of the World Tree..."
"Because she's not qualified. Actually, not even Jenkins Williams is qualified to talk to me, but you are."
Jenkins shook his head when he heard this, he was not surprised:
"Okay then, I have one last question I want to ask you."
He let out a sigh of relief, and took his cat out of his pocket. Clasp your hands together, let the chocolate sit in your hands, and hold it forward.