"Is there no way to put out the fire?"
"Now it's not a matter of putting out the fire. The children of the mist were born in that flame, and the mechanized curse of corpses mentioned by the lie believers is also spreading. Can you believe it? The people who died in that fire were not burned by the continuous flames Instead of being turned into ashes, it is fused with machinery and marches towards the civilized world along with the flames. That curse is even more terrifying than what believers of lies describe. If there is still the power of life that can restrain the natural disaster of the undead thirty years ago, then this The second-order mechanical corpses have almost no special response to life, and only divine magic can completely destroy them."
Dad covered his forehead and looked at the sky:
"We stand in the woods and think the world isn't particularly bad, but it's started and it can't end once it starts, at least we can't let it end.
The flames are now forced to stop by the church, but the mist produced by the burning is still spreading, and the children of the mist and mechanical corpses are also coming out of the fire. What is burning now is civilization, the entire era, Jenkins, there is no definite time limit for the arrival of the doomsday, perhaps a long time ago, before Nolan was completely wrapped in fog, the doomsday had already arrived. "
"Is there enough manpower in the South?"
Jenkins was stunned for a long time before recovering.
"You don't have to worry about this. The church in the 18th century was not just about proclaiming the glory of God to mortals. Although the situation in the south is a bit bad, the city under our feet is the focus now. The flames, the children of the mist and the mechanical corpses will all find solutions , but once there is a disaster in Nolan, which is chosen as the place of destiny, I am afraid that the whole world will completely enter the end of the eighteenth century."
In addition to saying such pessimistic but realistic words when Dad came here, he also heard about the King Soul, came to see Jenkins and persuaded him to keep the tree soul and use himself to fight against the believers of lies.
Of course Jenkins will do this, it was thought of from the beginning. But the awakening of the king's soul is not that simple. Even after repeated questioning by the church, the red dragon has revealed many things, but it still doesn't know how to awaken the king's soul.
"I am a dragon, not a human. The four king souls are your ancestors, a racial myth forged by ancient humans. This is a human secret, not a dragon secret."
These are the exact words of the Red Dragon. It only knows that the awakening of the King Soul is a probabilistic event. The lie believers encountered a small probability yesterday. The Red Dragon thinks that it is more valuable to ask the lie believers instead of asking about it.
After learning that Jenkins had found the tree soul, Beldyran's Holy See immediately realized that this was an opportunity. Although the Twelve Orthodox Churches are about to unite, it is still unclear who will be the main one. If the Church of the Sages can add one more card besides [World Tree Seedling], it will gain more advantages.
The Holy See tends to figure out the secret of the king's soul awakening immediately, making Jenkins the real king's soul owner. But even the Vatican of the Sages couldn't find any more records related to the king's soul. In the end, the church risked being discovered by other churches and asked Jenkins to meet the Red Dragon alone, hoping that the Red Dragon could give Jenkins advice.
I didn't tell other churches about the Soul of the Tree because the negotiation is still going on and the Soul of the Tree hasn't fully awakened, so I keep it a secret for the time being and wait for the right time to raise it, which can achieve greater results.
Because of this, Jenkins saw it again about twenty-four hours after parting with the red dragon. The dragon was lying in his lair on the cliff, surrounded by gas lamps specially brought by the church to lay gas pipes.
The legendary fantasy creature staring at Jenkins under the light of gas lamps in the steam age really has a unique charm.
"I really don't know anything else."
Red Dragon looked at Jenkins and said, shaking his head made Jenkins feel the wind:
"My mission when I came to the material world by accident was just to bring the soul of the dragon, and other things have nothing to do with me. Don't you know the protoss, those ancient ones are probably more useful than me."
"I know you don't know anything else, but the church asked me to ask, and I can't refuse."
He turned around and wanted to find a chair to sit down, but the most in the red dragon's lair was penny coins. This is what it earned from working for the church, and it was specially changed to a denomination of 1 penny, just to cover the entire floor of the nest.
But there are no chairs here.
"So what on earth are you going to do?"
The red dragon knew that Jenkins was the son of God, and at the same time vaguely understood that he was not a mortal, and even recognized the scary cat that appeared in the young dragon story, so he asked:
"I know that you want to help mortals survive the end of the eighteenth era, but I don't understand why you don't directly reveal your identity...Of course, I'm just curious, and you don't have to answer."
"What am I going to reveal about myself?"
Jenkins asked Xiang Long, Long was at a loss for words, of course he would not be so stupid as to say that he guessed what the young man in front of him was probably.
"Prove that you are the real savior."
Long chose such a vague statement.
"Say it yourself is not a convincing way, I want to prove it. Moreover, even if I say it, the desires and demands of mortals will let them choose their own path. What I hope is to unite everyone , so it is necessary to present a strong enemy and force people to unite."
Long nodded, not daring to continue with this question. It thought for a while and asked:
"Do you know the silver dragon? Yesterday, I smelled the smell of a very old silver dragon from you."
"Don't talk nonsense like this. Princess Sophia heard it. I can't explain it clearly."
Jenkins warned, but didn't deny that he knew the fabled silver dragon. Sparks spewed out of the red dragon's huge nostrils, showing an interested expression;
"I've only heard about that dragon in the stories of my hometown. Is she really as powerful as in the legend?"
At this moment, the mentality of the red dragon is probably the same as that of a human being seeing a legendary hero.
"Very strong, not even strong like a dragon."
"Of course, that's the only dragon in history who has the guts to openly marry a human, and it's also a human female!"
The red dragon said proudly that Jenkins didn't know what it was proud of.
In short, after saying goodbye to Red Dragon, he could only regretfully tell the Church that Red Dragon really didn't know how to awaken the soul of the tree. Although the church was disappointed, it also knew that some things could not be forced, so it let Jenkins go back to rest first.
Jenkins returned to the city with his father, and the two talked about many things along the way. Jenkins was curious about how his father felt when he met Miss Stewell again, but he was slapped on the shoulder by his father just after asking:
"Stevell said, you already knew she was coming to Nolan?"
So Jenkins didn't dare to talk about this issue any more.
The old man asked Jenkins about becoming a king. He didn't care much about whether Jenkins could become a king, and he preferred that Jenkins didn't have such a strong idea at all.
Jenkins also frankly explained his true thoughts, explained the current dilemma, and also explained the conditions proposed by Queen Isabella, as well as the subsequent setbacks. He asked Dad for advice, but Dad shook his head and said he didn't want to get involved in politics, but finally gave Jenkins advice:
"You just have to do it according to your own ideas. No matter what the result is, this country will always have a king in the end. And you have a king soul now, do you know what a king soul is? It's not matter, it's not energy, or even It is not information. This is an item that can interfere with fate. It burns in your chest and will definitely lead your fate to touch the throne. I heard from the Church of Fate that the ability related to the qualification of this savior is called [Uncrowned King ], but regardless of whether there is a crown or not, the one who has the king soul will definitely become the king, this is the fate you chose when you chose the tree soul."
Dad tapped Jenkins twice on the chest.
"[The Uncrowned King]?"
Jenkins thought for a while:
"Then, does the ritual to achieve this ability require the owner of the ability to be a king in the actual sense?"
"I don't know. The Epic of Time will not also write the requirements for the ability of the savior in the book. I am afraid that only believers in lies know this. I found that those people seem to have a way to predict the ability of the savior in advance, otherwise they would not be able to explain every day. Every time they are one step ahead of the church, even several steps.
Maybe they also have something like the Epic of Ages, but I don't recall such a thing in the physical world. "
Dad led his thoughts astray at once.
Because it took a lot of time to return to the city from Evergreen Forest, it was already eleven o'clock when I got home. Hathaway and Britney had gone back to the bedroom to rest, and Julia went to bed after preparing hot tea for Jenkins and a delicious snack for chocolate.
Only Jenkins was left sitting alone at the desk in the bedroom, playing with two parts of the world tree seed in his hand.
The "soul of the tree" is undoubtedly related to "life" and "tree", so the awakening of the soul of the tree may also depend on the seeds of the world tree.
But Jenkins did not dare to put together the seeds of the World Tree at will, he was not sure what the consequences would be. After thinking about it himself, there was no result, so he simply went out again to find the old elf living in the city.
Looking at the sound of chocolate sleeping, I didn't plan to take it out with me. But when changing clothes, the cat somehow ran into the pocket, huddled there and continued to sleep.
Jenkins had no choice but to pat its little head carefully, which resulted in the cat's slight dreamy sound.
While it's rude to visit people after the early hours of the morning, Jenkins has been very busy lately and hasn't been able to spare the time. He was already prepared to be complained by the old elf, but he didn't expect someone to open the door immediately after knocking.
The elf holds a stubby but straight wooden stick, the surface of which is inscribed with various Elvish hymns. He looked out the door vigilantly, and he was relieved when he saw that it was Jenkins.