Hearing Jenkins' question, the old man leaning against the low wall on the street smiled dryly:
"The power shown by the Holy Son of the Sage and you believers in lies far exceeds the estimation of Great Wisdom, and also exceeds the estimation of the tree house and us. On the ocean in front of the pier yesterday, the power of the Holy Son of the Sage used far exceeded Do you know how frightening it is to surpass the Son of God in the general sense, and even approach the Holy One who walks the world? And you guys were able to steal the title of the 'Lord of All Chances' a little later. Power, you know, 'Great Wisdom' is the origin of all omnics, coupled with the arrangement of this entire era, it has the qualifications to declare, but it was easily stolen by you.
So the difference machine was scared, and planned to enter the tower ahead of time to complete the final fusion; the tree house was also scared, the enemy's strength far exceeded their expectations. So, they took us as sacrifices. "
"Sacrifice?"
"The fusion of the difference engine with the original steam engine requires the brain of a person who is proficient in mechanical common sense as a lubricant... Oh, look at your expression. The tree house requires a large number of sinful givers. Before the savior enters the tower, Call the Void to weaken the Savior. Don't ask me what the Void is, I don't know.
The artisans will no longer use them, so after the Great Wisdom proclaimed 'Lord of All Machines' yesterday, it launched a cleansing of us underground. The battle lasted for a day and a night. If it wasn't for the tree house's tricks, we wouldn't have lost so badly... "
Only then did Jenkins feel that he was opening his mouth. These things are really unthinkable, but the logic is indeed smooth:
"So you are all wiped out like this? Are you planning to go to the Church of the Sage?"
"Yeah, since they dare to do this, do you think I will hide in a corner and wait to die, or give them some surprises before I die?"
As he spoke, he put his hands that were not stained with blood into his bosom and prepared to take something:
"I have been bumpy and wandering in my life. I have done all kinds of bad things and encountered bad luck countless times. I never thought that I would accidentally do a 'good thing' before I died. Fate finally favored me once and made you appear here directly. Could it be that those The ridiculous story is true, can only those who do good deeds be favored by fate? This is for you, this is... "
"Let's talk later, sit here now and don't move, I'll be right back."
Jenkins, who was squatting, stood up and looked at the other end of the foggy street, a man dressed like a magician who was throwing a red ball in his right hand came over.
He was wearing an exaggerated white suit, a black cloak behind him, a flat silk top hat on his head, and a monocle on his face.
The bestower level is the standard eighth level, which means that all blank bubbles have been filled. Including the hat, he has 5 Class A items and Class B items on his body, and even has a Class C gift in the shape of a dagger, but he has not taken it out yet.
This is a typical human demigod bestower with peak combat effectiveness. He has not undergone mechanical transformation, and has not been promoted in a strange way. He is a standard eighth-level demigod that can no longer be standard.
Needless to say, I know that this is the demigod of the tree house. Yesterday, I learned from the arrested cult members that there are only four demigods left in the tree house with good combat effectiveness. This is probably one of them.
In other words, now, there are only three tree houses left.
"who are you?"
asked the magician, and seeing the unicorn:
"Miss Fabry?"
Seeing a male image of a believer in lies, it is common sense to not suspect that person is Miss Fabbri at the first time, unless the tree house has learned that the believer in lies is almost completely wiped out in the hands of the difference machine. But the problem is that the Difference Engine already knows that all the lie believers are Jenkins, he only needs to explain it, and the tree house will know that Miss Fabry does not exist at all.
"So, it really doesn't fully trust you."
The difference engine did not disclose this very important information to the tree house.
"Ma'am, what did you say?"
"I said, I should already be called 'sir'."
The bright sword light cut through the thick fog and slashed forward. The magician pulled the cloak behind him in front of him, and then disappeared behind the cloak with a light tug. The sword cut off only the cloak.
Blinking his eyes, he saw that the invisible magician was trying to go around Jenkins to attack the dying old man through the roof of the house facing the street.
Jenkins swung his sword again, forcing the magician down from the roof. But he was like a spiderman, with his limbs stuck to the wall perpendicular to the interface, and while making a wet "da da da" sound, he quickly rushed towards the old man.
The little beast let out a soft cry, and the unicorn on top of its head emitted a little light. Under that light, the magician who was advancing in a strange posture was stripped from the wall at once, and fell heavily to the ground while black smoke was coming out of his palm.
Jenkins took two quick steps to meet him, and the magician hurriedly got up, folded his hands together, inserted the little finger, ring finger and middle finger of his right hand into the gap between the middle finger and ring finger of his left hand, put his two index fingers together, and moved his lips with bright red lipstick , and then point to Jenkins.
Jenkins immediately felt a chill, not because of the temperature change around him, but because the clothes on his upper body were decaying, as if the years had aged these ordinary clothes.
"What do you mean? Oh, it's a curse, but unfortunately it doesn't work for me."
Because at the moment it is a disguised state of wearing a black robe, it is actually the overcoat that Jenkins is wearing that is damaged. He didn't pay attention, his body flickered out of thin air, and then changed into another look. Now there is another disguise of new clothes, although in fact the first half is close to **.
"Immune to curse? Or other means?"
The magician asked, seeing Jenkins continue to approach, he put his right hand into the outer pocket of his coat, and threw four silver darts between his four fingers at Jenkins.
Under normal circumstances, the darts thrown by hand will not prevent Jenkins from catching the action track at the fastest, but these four sharp weapons appeared in front of Jenkins almost the next moment after the opponent let go:
"Spatial movement to directly attack the target?"
He was at a loss, squinted his eyes, and the steel plate appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking those flying knives directly. But then a dazzling silver line appeared on the back of the steel plate, and the flying knife actually passed through the steel plate, piercing Jenkins' eyes before he had time to react.
These four throwing knives belong to a set of B-class extraordinary, and the effects currently appearing include moving across space, extremely sharp, and suspected to have automatic tracking functions.
He stretched out his hand to block it, trying to pinch these flying objects, but they turned into four silver lines, and then floated past Jenkins' hand, flying around him in all directions.
At the same time, the magician also quickly approached. He took off the hat on his head, then buckled it at himself, and then disappeared again. While Jenkins was watching the four flying knives vigilantly, the magician appeared from the blind spot behind him, and stabbed Jenkins in the back with the gift dagger in his right hand.
"Meow~"
The cat on the shoulder reminded.
"I know."
Jenkins turned around and swung his sword towards the back. The holy sword collided with the short dagger, but no one had the upper hand. But the four throwing knives pierced Jenkins' shoulders and arms one by one while Jenkins was no longer paying attention.
Jenkins didn't realize it, the holy bone sword in his hand pressed down on the magician's short dagger, and looked into the magician's eyes:
"Aura of fear."
The latter shuddered violently, subconsciously wanting to step back, but Jenkins had already reached out and grabbed his right hand holding a short dagger:
"Aura of death."
The black/air current, which has a fatal effect on living beings, rushed into the magician's body along with the connected hands of the two. At this moment, the best reaction should be to break free immediately, but the magician actually took a step forward, using the other hand The free hand grabbed Jenkins' hand.
The magician's eyes widened, and the red light overflowed from the eyes. Not only the eyes, but also the skin swelled up like an inflated balloon, and under the cracks in the skin, there was also a red and dangerous light flashing.
"Are you going to blow yourself up? Your little magic is very interesting."
said Jenkins, with four throwing knives stuck in his body, and opened his mouth wide in the magician's face—
Roar~
In the church in the distance, Yinlong, who was lying on the desk and reading the third volume of "The Legend of the Detective Knight", tilted his head slightly and looked out the window.
"What's wrong?"
Princess Sophia, who was sitting by the bed holding "The Stranger's Tales" asked, after the meeting just now, the church has nothing to do with "Miss Fabbri", so she reads quietly in the room, and the church is happy The believer in this lie does not run away.
"I seem to hear a dragon's roar... oh, it's not a dragon's roar, it's a human's roar."
Anastasia looked at the novel in front of her again, and brushed aside the silver hair covering the pages:
"Sophia, I'm thinking about one thing... After Jenkins wins, why don't we live in the physical world for a while?"
"Why do you suddenly want to stay?"
asked the princess, eyes still on the book, she liked those stories about princesses very much.
"Because the material world is so interesting, although we have lived in the void and the astral world for a long time, we are the only ones there after all... Protoss and those monsters in the void are not interesting at all."
Anastasia rested her chin on the page of the book and said.
"Well, as long as you're happy."
Princess Sophia said, turning the story to the next page.
Jenkins in the distance has closed his mouth and coughed violently. The dragon's breath is really not something a human body can use. He felt that his entire lungs were burning, if it wasn't for the rapid recovery of the body from [World Tree Seedling], he might have died of internal bleeding in a few seconds.
The magician in front of him was hit by the dragon's breath, and his head and the signboard protruding from the street corner far behind him were vaporized, but his body was not damaged because it was not within the range of the dragon's breath.