"Isn't that young king your fiancé? Why are you not in a hurry?"
After Miss Bevanna left, Miss Burnett asked Hathaway.
"Why am I not in a hurry?"
Hathaway asked angrily, looking out the window worriedly, hoping that the man with the cat would suddenly jump out, claiming that what Miss Bevanna said just now was a joke. If it wasn't for the status restriction, she would want to go to Jenkins' side now.
"Then why don't you seek help from believers in lies?"
Miss Burnett sat on the soft sofa, tilted her head and asked strangely.
"How can I go to them now?"
Hathaway complained to her.
"What's the matter? Mr. Candle, isn't it your friend?"
"It's 'friend', but...it's complicated and hard to explain."
The red-haired lady grieved secretly.
At this moment, there is still half an hour before the negotiation starts at two o'clock sharp. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and thick fog was scattered in the rainy city. This was a scene that no one had ever seen.
The Church of the Sage is already busy, but organizing people to break into the unknown dreamland is not something that can be prepared in a few tens of minutes.
While the church was still preparing, an abnormal black lightning bolt fell from the sky and hit the black metal tower in the wind and rain. Then the shock wave of mental power that could not be observed by the naked eye swept across the entire city centered on the black tower.
Such a mental shock is enough to turn ordinary people with unsteady minds into fools. But fortunately, there are many defenses and targeted measures arranged by the church around the black tower, which barely stopped the shock wave.
But people with a sensitive sixth sense can still have an abnormal reaction at that moment, but no one knows what happened.
After the torrential mental power appeared, in the diffuse gray fog, the restless spirit gave birth to more [crawlers in the fog]. At the same time, a slight earthquake spread to the entire city centered on the Black Tower.
The old man who happened to be standing by the window looked up at the sky and said after a while:
"Who is so angry?"
"Damn Jenkins Williams! You liar!"
A voice said, the voice came from the foot, but it was extremely loud and clear, and finally the word "liar" was repeated many times like an echo, so people can fully understand the heart of the person who shouted this sentence , How angry is it. It is not only the shame after being crushed in IQ, but also the anger after being trampled on dignity. This kind of emotion is really typical.
Not only Dad, but everyone living in this land can hear this "rebuke".
Just thinking about the existence of a life with a magnificent voice under his feet, a kind of incomprehensible and creepy fear came to his heart.
The old man immediately turned to look at Jenkins behind him, and the cat lying next to him also raised his head, and both of them saw that the flame on the blue candle was already crumbling.
After the slight earthquake ended, a sudden large earthquake, with the appearance of the eighth floor of the black tower, once again disturbed Nolan on this rainy day. The earth seemed to be furious, and black thunderbolts hit the ground one after another from the sky.
The gray fog roared, covering the sky and covering the earth. The tsunami followed the earthquake, with towering waves hitting the pier. Even if the Church of the Ocean manages to stop it, the furious ocean will definitely not launch only one attack.
The doomsday scene just appeared suddenly, but the voice who scolded Jenkins just said a word and then there was no more sound.
But what followed was the sound of the horn, long and loud, as if to herald that everything was about to come to an end.
The voice came from the depths of the ground, and the old man looked down at his feet, and when he looked up again, Jenkins had stood up again.
He put the extinguished candle on the table beside him, then picked up the cat and patted it, put it on his shoulder, and finally looked at the old man:
"It's my turn next."
He shook his neck, then let out a long breath:
"Yes, it's my turn."
"What happened in the dream?"
Dad asked hastily.
"I met believers of lies, a total of six (Note: 9-3), all of them used the power of dreams to pretend to be me, and tricked the machine around. They... made a huge lie. Oh , that group of people is horrible, the perfect lie, even I can't figure out how to weave it. If I have time, I really want to explain that lie to you.
Anyway, it was because of them that I was able to wake up in time. But believers of lies are also hurt in dreams, they say, it may be a little later... Now it's my turn. "
This passage is to explain why the underground voice just now denounced Jenkins as a liar. By the way, explain in advance why believers of lies cannot arrive before two o'clock.
"Jenkins, do you know what you're going to do?"
Dad asked seriously.
"Of course I know. I am also a candidate for the savior. The believers in lies tried their best to trick it out of the dream. Now they are seriously injured. As a candidate for the savior, I have no reason to be weaker than them. Dad, just now the difference engine The moment I was tricked into waking up from the dream, I knew it was a scam. We knew a lot of things from the dream. It failed to obtain a complete soul, but it also obtained a part of something similar to a soul, so I had to calm it down. Awakened anger."
He chuckled lightly, walked to the window and stood side by side with his father. The people at the door also saw Jenkins wake up, but seeing that he was talking, no one came in to disturb him.
"Besides, that guy has just woken up now, and his strength hasn't returned to its peak, so he definitely doesn't dare to let his main body appear. So, although it looks scary on the outside, what I have to face is just a part of the power of a furious machine. Dad , I want people to believe me, I have to show strength."
"Are you confident of winning?"
Dad asked seriously.
"I... have actually been hiding something all this time."
He said hesitantly.
"I know, young people always do that."
Dad wasn't surprised.
"So I'm confident to win."
He took out the potion obtained in the Blossoms, the old man nodded, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, but the brows were still frowning:
"Jenkins, you just know what you're going to do... be careful."
"I understand that this battle will probably take place at sea, and I have already noticed the movement of the sea. Dad, you got the church ready for negotiations, now..."
He took out the lady's pocket watch and took a look:
"There are still twenty minutes before two o'clock, and I will be back on time."
The old man didn't say anything, but watched Jenkins open the bottle with the holy silver light, and then drank the potion in the bottle.
The holy silver light enveloped his whole body, inexplicably adding some sacred aura to him. The bottle slipped from his hand, but disappeared into thin air before touching the carpet.
Looking at Jenkins at this moment, the father subconsciously took a step back. He saw Jenkins' eyes and seemed to see the universe in them. The color of his pupils has turned completely purple, merging with the silver light around him, making people afraid to lift their heads for no reason.
"What exactly did you drink?"
Dad couldn't help asking.
"This is probably a gift from the World Tree. It's time for me to go. Also, let the church not trouble the believers of the God of Dreams. This matter has nothing to do with them."
The first few words were quite normal, but the voice behind it actually echoed in the room with the window open.
He opened the window, jumped, and turned into a silver-purple light and flew into the rainy sky. The violent wind poured in from the window, bringing some raindrops, which wet Dad's hair and shoulders.
He stared blankly at Jenkins disappearing into the limit of his vision, and Miss Bevanna had already walked over:
"Do you suddenly feel that Jenkins doesn't need you anymore?"
"Yeah, it seems that in the blink of an eye, he doesn't need me anymore."
"It is indeed a blink of an eye, because this is only one year. When I heard that Bincy assigned his work to your antique shop, I was still wondering how many years it would take him to be allowed to 'graduate' by you. Didn't expect it to be so fast."
Miss Bevanna also looked up at the distant sky, and the silver-purple light traces lingered in the air for a long time without disappearing:
"But you should be very happy, you have trained him yourself."
"It still feels a little unrealistic until now. I came to church with him this morning, and along the way, I really felt that he is good enough to be alone."
"This should be a good thing, right?"
"Yes... good thing."
Father's expression was a bit lonely, and Miss Bevanna understood his mood, so she didn't ask further:
"I'm going to the dock area to watch the game, do you want to go with me?"
"No, I'm staying in the church, and you'll probably be back soon."
Jenkins in the air felt an inexplicable sense of fullness. In fact, the feeling at this moment was not as powerful as in the apotheosis state, but this was the first time he used his physical body to fly with the power of "himself" instead of the Holy Son. The feeling at this moment is different from any previous flight.
The overflowing spirit spread all over the body, and the potion didn't have any effect on the soul, but it infinitely raised the quality of the body. The soul is Jenkin's original posture, and the physical body is just a limiter that restrains the power of the soul.
At this moment, the soul and body are matched like never before, which naturally gives Jenkins a power that he never had in the mortal stage before.
The silver light that appeared in the body at this moment is actually not the power of the potion, but the strengthened body, when it is close to the soul, it naturally shows a little power of the soul, which is the power of God.
Even if it does not burn divinity, a soul with a priesthood is a genuine soul of a god.
"Sigrid" once said that after drinking this potion, Jenkins is the strongest mortal in the material world. This sentence is indeed true, the potion does not directly increase the strength, but allows the body to match the soul in a short period of time. So unless there is a god walking the world as a saint, there is indeed nothing in the material world that can rival Jenkins.
The silver-purple light he transformed into appeared over Nolan's coastline almost instantly. The demigod of the Ocean Church was trying to suppress the fury of the violent ocean, when he suddenly saw the appearance of a human figure wrapped in silver-white holy light, he subconsciously stopped his movements.
PS: Consumable items (potion of blooming flowers) -1