Ripples appeared on the grass in the rain, and as the soil rose in the rain, the metal pipes buried deep in the ground gushed out of the ground one by one. Terrible spiritual fluctuations covered every corner of the garden, and even the remaining metal buttons on Jenkins' coat began to vibrate inexplicably. The man who was bleeding from his chest finally stopped worrying about being noticed by the church. While preparing for the next full attack, he stepped back in a bit of embarrassment:
"You stabbed me just now, what metal did you use?"
Jenkins thought that the opponent had also undergone mechanical transformation, so he used the Holy Sword of Bone just to be on the safe side. But with the cover of the flames, and the fact that the power of the undead was not revealed just now, the demigod of the craftsmen's association did not think of the sword that belonged to the believers of lies.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
Jenkins looked up at the sky, and the five demigods of the Orthodox Church descended from the sky, surrounding the metal pipes surging on the ground like worms and the men in black suits.
Jenkins immediately took a step back, and then watched the magic light illuminate the night sky. But at the same time, the weird black thunder lighted up again, and the demigod of the Church of the Sea opened his eyes wide:
"Let you see what the fury of the storm is!"
The golden lightning flew from the ground into the air, and collided with the black electric light, leaving a terrifying arc in the dark night to flicker in the air.
At this moment, the phantom of a giant hammer quietly broke through the raining clouds and appeared above everyone's heads. The sledgehammer smashed heavily to the ground, and the burst of lightning flash was not weaker than the blow Jenkins suffered just now.
But at the moment there are five demigods here, and this blow was easily neutralized.
The wind pressure and electric light caused the surrounding air to reflect strange light and shadows. The dazzling light and loud whistling sound made everyone unable to bear to cover their ears and close their eyes.
But Jenkins was not afraid of the thunder and lightning, and in this chaotic moment, he jumped towards the enemy who was exhausted because of his full strength. He didn't want to approach directly, but just wanted the opponent to come into his range:
"Profanity made!"
The vines sprang out amidst the thunderbolts of lightning, piercing straight like a man's temple. They sucked quickly, and soon left behind an illusory round coin and left.
The lightning hadn't disappeared yet, and just as Jenkins was about to pick up the hammer, a black shadow appeared from a distance. The short man who emerged from the Shadow Realm grabbed his unconscious body with one hand, picked up the hammer in the other, and jumped back to the Shadow Realm without even looking at Jenkins.
Jenkins could have stopped, but didn't. He stood still and waited for the jumping lightning to disappear, and the church support staff also noticed that the enemy was gone.
Jenkins shook his head, indicating that his risky action just now failed. In fact, he was looking at the ground, at the inconspicuous bloodstain on the grass, which was the blood that was made when the Holy Sword of Bone pierced the enemy's chest just now.
The only demigod who saw his face and knew that he was a suspected high-level bestower could never wake up again, so there was no need to stop his partner from taking it away. As long as the other party dared to bring the soul-shattered corpse into the ground, Jenkins would immediately be able to find the craftsmen's lair through [Blood Source].
So he didn't immediately chase after the enemy who entered the shadow world, in fact, he couldn't catch up either. Turning his head slightly, he looked towards the second floor of the house, Queen Isabella's bedroom.
Jenkins has not forgotten his cat. Just now, in order to prevent it from being accidentally injured, Jenkins threw the cat away from the roof. Even knowing that Chocolate is hard to be hurt by this, after all, Jenkins threw it from a speeding train when it was weaker, but still worried.
Fortunately, after the men from the Craftsmen's Guild were taken away by their companions, the church's bestowers team also rushed over, and Chocolate probably followed them to find this place. After seeing Jenkins, he ran to his feet and kept pulling Jenkins' pants that were almost scrapped with his claws.
After Jenkins picked it up, the cat looked at him with its big amber eyes, and then nuzzled Jenkins with its side, as if to comfort him.
Somehow, due to some kind of coincidence, the place where the final battle happened to be the mansion where Queen Isabella stayed. For protection, the church has made a decision to equip Queen Isabella with a team of elites from various churches for a long time, so when Jenkins fought with the man with the hammer just now, the people in the house will be silent throughout the process. see.
They didn't go out to check the situation until they confirmed it was safe. Although the demigods who came to help Jenkins were not from the Church of the Sages, they also advised Jenkins not to join the battle. The battle with the fog giant was coming to an end, and the Church's victory was a foregone conclusion.
"Why don't you change your clothes here, take a short rest, wait for the signal that the battle is over, and then return to the Church of the Sage with the night watchman team and fortune tellers here."
Chocolate came here following the believers of [Dark Moon] and [The Hermit of Destiny].
That's good advice, and it's no longer necessary to act in the rain. Mr. Daiswell of the Church of Death stayed behind to protect Jenkins' safety, and entered the mansion with him and the other two teams. The other four demigods returned to the Church of the Sage, where there were other things to deal with.
Although the battle with the Son of the Mist looked terrifying tonight, the light and shadow effect over there did not spread far. After all, the thick fog only became thinner and did not dissipate. So before Jenkins was shot down into the garden, most of the people in the house were asleep, but the thunder and lightning and various strange noises made the people here unable to sleep anymore.
Not long after Jenkins and the others entered the mansion, the Queen's personal maid, Leonie White, rushed to greet them with a group of servants with panicked faces. Mrs. White is a 43-year-old lady who has served Queen Isabella at Cold Spring Palace since she was 18 years old. She has never married and is her personal servant during the Queen's "inspection" to Nolan.
Knowing that everyone just wanted to rest for a while, and that Jenkins wanted a brand new set of clothes, Mrs. White immediately arranged for someone to prepare clothes and tea. Afterwards, the grand banquet hall on the first floor was opened, and everyone was allowed to make repairs first.
Mr. Daiswell told them not to be so troublesome, the rain will stop, and the battle with the Son of the Mist will soon end, and the group will not stay here for too long.
Probably knowing Jenkins' dressing style, the last clothes he found were a well-fitting white shirt, black pants, and a coat. Even rain boots and Jenkins' preferred bowler hat were found. He took his cat and changed clothes in the room on the other side of the corridor. When he opened the door to thank the maid outside the door, he saw Queen Isabella wearing pajamas and a brown coat, standing in front of the maid. Crowds of people waited at the door.
He frowned, nodded and returned to the room. The old man also walked in without letting anyone follow.
"What happened just now?"
"Nothing happened, just some bad guys."
Jenkins sat down on the sofa again, and the old man sat down too. Older people need plenty of sleep, but tonight certainly wasn't a good night's sleep. She looked extraordinarily tired, which made the furrowed lines on her face more apparent, but she was still able to squint at Jenkins:
"I heard from the servants that someone saw you fall from the sky."
"So for a while the church will communicate with all the normal people in the house to make sure nothing about tonight gets out."
"This is a little different from what I thought. It seems that you are not an ordinary gifter."
Although ordinary people lack common knowledge about the Bestower, as a king, she still has some understanding.
"I only came into contact with the mysterious world last year, and I can actually be regarded as an ordinary gifter."
He leaned comfortably on the sofa, really tired tonight.
"So how good are you?"
The old man asked again, although his tone was still flat, he could hear some curiosity.
Jenkins shook his head:
"It's hard to say."
"So can you kill all the ordinary people in this house?"
she asked again.
"I rarely kill..."
Jenkins answered slowly, but immediately nodded affirmatively:
"Actually, I can do it even if I kill all of Nolan's people. Although it's a bit troublesome, it's not impossible."
The old man was silent for a while, and Jenkins didn't bother, and asked again after a while:
"In this case, you must not be afraid of pistols and bullets? What about steam cannons, can you deal with steam cannons?"
Jenkins smiled, but didn't answer. He stood up and walked to the window, opened the window and saw that the rain had stopped, and the thick fog rose again, but the huge black figure could no longer be seen in the depths of the fog.
Because the room is bright and the window is dark, the glass of the window well reflects Jenkins' face and the expression of the old man behind him. Queen Isabella's expression is still flat, with the usual indifference, which is the same as Jenkins' expressionless face, which is to cover up the true thoughts in her heart.
"Times have changed."
He said softly, looking out of the window, stroking the chocolate standing on his shoulder. The cat squinted its eyes and lowered its head to accept the pat, no longer angry about what happened tonight.
"No matter how it changes, people always need a king."
Queen Isabella said she was considering, she was hesitating. This is so obvious that even Jenkins can see it.
"Since the establishment of the High Tower Agreement, there has never been a precedent for a transcendent to become a king. At least in the history I have read, the royal family has never served as a king even if there is a bestower. But you are right, the era It really has changed."
She looked at the window, she was a little old, she couldn't see Jenkins' eyes keenly in the reflection of the window, but she knew that Jenkins must be looking at her in that reflection.
"That option I offered is still valid, but I can take a step back."
Jenkins still didn't speak.