The world suddenly becomes different. This is a time specificity that can last for 9 minutes and 59 seconds. Silver light shrouded half of the open space, and only Jenkins and Chocolate could move in it. During this period, their time was relatively slowed down by 1000 times. 16 minutes and 40 seconds.
And because the time specificity only exists for 9 minutes and 59 seconds relative to Jenkins, in fact, from the beginning to the end, it is less than one second in the real world, and now it can almost be equivalent to time standing still.
"Racourt."
he called, and silver-blue light fell from the still depths of the sky. For the first time, Jenkins met the protoss Rakul in the material world.
This is a very interesting scene. In the astral world that seems to be eternal, the translucent color of the protoss itself is exactly the same as that of the star sea, so it looks like she is the incarnation of the star sea.
But in the evergreen forest full of various colors, the translucent body is out of tune with the world, but it still looks beautiful.
Wei Wei bowed to Jenkins, without saying anything. Jenkins also nodded to the protoss, and then crushed the crystal containing the flame with his bare hands.
The flames fell to the ground, but before that, Jenkins' body fell to the ground, and the spirit stood there to catch the fireball. The flame that was supposed to burn everything was quietly pinched by the soul, which could only give Jenkins a slightly burning feeling.
Chocolate was originally standing on Jenkins' shoulders, and while his body was lying back on the grass, Chocolate jumped up sensitively and jumped onto the shoulders of the soul.
His soul was not a complete entity when it had not yet burned its divinity, so the chocolate was empty. After landing on the grass, he turned his head and gave a suspicious "meow~", then stood at Jenkins' feet wagging his tail.
The fire ball was thrown into the air by Jenkins again, far away from his position, and under the effect of time-specificity, the flame was almost still in the air.
He bent down and lifted the hammer with his left hand, and then covered the left chest of his soul with his right hand. With the appearance of the traction force, fiery red, deep black, deep blue and vigorous green, the four-color slender flames are temporarily displayed outside the body.
The flames coincided with the burning B-03-1-3832 [Imperishable Flame] one by one. The strange light and shadow and abnormal mixed colors made Jenkins, who was still involved with the Four Kings Soul, feel a little uncomfortable.
He held up [Thunder God's Wrath] with both hands and smashed it down heavily:
"ha!"
Lightning flashed as the hammer fell, and the lightning sputtered across the grass but was soon stopped by the almost still time.
With one hammer, the flames of the four colors have overlapped by half, and those impurities with uneven colors are being burned by the flames with the power of the sun.
"It's so simple?"
Gaining confidence, he raised the hammer again and then slammed it down.
Boom~
Under the huge rebound, Jenkins directly hit the trunk of the giant tree like a baseball being knocked into the air. Fortunately, the space-specific area moved around the pocket watch in his pocket, otherwise he would also be "time-stopped" at this moment.
"what's the situation?"
In order to prevent himself from "contaminating" the water source by falling into the pool below, Jenkins kicked off the tree trunk with a hammer and fell back to the grass again.
"Where did the force to push me away come from?"
Approaching the flames suspended in the air, the four-color flames in it have completely overlapped together under the action of the second hammer. But the four colors still exist, obviously the four powers are not perfectly forged together.
He raised the hammer again and fell, and was bounced away with great force again. Looking at the flames again, it is still in a mixed state of four colors. Obviously, flying Jenkins means that he can no longer exert power now.
It is definitely not a problem with the forging conditions. Jenkins is very clear that he has done well in every step:
"Now tell me, Lacourt, what is meant by 'uncrowned'? It stands to reason that now I have the throne, but because the ceremony has not yet been held in Belduran, I have not yet received the crown. Is this also true? Isn't that uncrowned?"
He never forgot this.
"It doesn't take it literally, you're overthinking it."
Star Spirit smiled peacefully.
"So what am I going to do?"
He dropped the hammer on the ground, and pulled out the mottled flames from the burning flames. He can feel the powerful power contained in it, but it is obviously not enough to support a complete savior ability:
"Does it require me to give up the throne, but at the same time actually control the human race, becoming the so-called 'King Behind the Scenes'?"
He was joking, but he didn't expect Protoss not to refute.
She stood quietly on the grass, as if this was still the quiet and deserted star world. Looking at Jenkins with a usual smile on his face, he couldn't help asking:
"Do you really want to give up the throne?"
It's not that I'm reluctant, but that it's frustrating to spend such a lot of effort but do nothing.
"There is no need to give up the throne. Things have come to this point, don't you still understand?"
Protoss watched Jenkins:
"In ancient times, where did the power obtained by compiling racial myths come from? Now you can directly obtain power through the power accumulated in time by the legend of the king's soul, but when you first proposed this idea, at that time How did the people who came up with this idea when the frantic 5th century humans were about to perish, plan to use the king soul to gain power?"
This was probably one of the few protoss Rakul who spoke such a long word at one time.
Jenkins fell into deep thought. Indeed, the current king soul has extraordinary power because of the nourishment of the legend and the transformation brought about by the growth of the race. But the ancient humans who initially wanted to forge racial myths certainly did not intend to wait more than a dozen epochs to obtain this power.
That being the case, the so-called king soul...
He looked up at the protoss, who smiled at him.
"The essence of Wang Hun's power is actually... Faith?"
"Meow?"
Chocolat stared blankly at the badly colored flame in Jenkins' hand, wondering if he would have a chance to lick it and taste it.
"Wait, if the essence of the king's soul is faith? Then this thing...can't be a priesthood? Race priesthood, the god of human beings?"
Speaking out, I want to be speechless.
"Of course not, you are a god, do gods rely on faith to gain power?"
Protoss shook his head, and Jenkins finally understood that the gods of this world already belonged to the rules of the world, and did not depend on human "faith" or "incense" in the various legendary novels he had read to exist.
"That is to say, becoming a king and mastering the ruling power in the human race is only part of the success. I still need to rely on the belief of all mankind to achieve the tempering of the king's soul?"
Protoss still didn't speak, but Jenkins knew he had guessed right:
"The uncrowned king is essentially a powerful individual enshrined under the common belief of the human race. It is a strong man cultivated by the power of a race. But this is not right. From this point of view, is this ability too powerful? Now, human beings are Isn’t it equivalent to gaining the faith of the whole world for the leader of the material world to gain the faith of all mankind?”
Protoss is still smiling, and Chocolate is still guessing the taste of the flame.
"No, although it looks powerful, the conditions for obtaining it are quite harsh. This should be similar to the mad poet's [Son of Disaster], or my [World Tree Seedling]. Even a savior who is born with this ability can only master it The prototype of ability. To obtain the final form, you have to complete a variety of tests. Therefore, although it looks powerful, it is possible to die before the ability is formed."
Once you understand this, you also know what you have to do:
"The forging of the king's soul has actually been completed, and what is needed next is the final step of 'tempering'. If I want to become a leader of human beings in the true sense, at least for a certain moment, let everyone in this world cast their eyes on me. On me. The uncrowned king, the uncrowned king, the crown is not important, the important thing is the racial status.
In fact, the name of the ability hinted at the very beginning that the throne is not important, what matters is the real status. "
He continued talking to himself, the cat yawned boredly, and smacked its mouth, feeling that he was looking forward to lunch. Knowing that he would not have a chance to taste the flame, he took his eyes off Jenkins' hand, and accidentally noticed that the protoss was looking at it, so he raised his little paw and waved to the protoss as a greeting.
Just as Jenkins guessed, using a hammer for forging is no longer effective, and the final shape of the king's soul requires faith. So after sending off the protoss and waiting for the time specificity to end, he could only regretfully announce to everyone that he did not qualify for the [Uncrowned King].
But he also showed the dappled flames, claiming he knew exactly what the final move should be. He needed a highly anticipated opportunity, and it just so happened that this opportunity came not long after, at the meeting that decided the final battle.
The church probably thought that things would not be so simple, so although they were disappointed, no one said anything. After the crowd dispersed, Jenkins found Dad alone:
"Do you know the basic ability of [Four Seasons]? When forging the king soul, [Cycle] is automatically upgraded."
This is another lie.
"Four Seasons? Still have this ability?"
The always knowledgeable father shook his head:
"I haven't heard of it at all. The ability to use this kind of vocabulary as an ability name, I will never forget it after hearing it once. Since I don't know, no one else in the Church of the Sages will know. You can ask Fortune teller."
Dad pointed to the woods to one side, where Miss Broniance and Miss Audrey were waiting for him.