"You let a little girl protect me? It's not as good as Vinette."
Seeing Jenkins bending over to comfort Fei Ni, Brieni said helplessly.
The little goblin, Vinette, was very excited after entering the Church of the Sages. Because she was so excited, she was accidentally seen by people in the church. But because this kind of goblin was born in a book, it can also be regarded as a guest of the Sage Church and is welcome. After learning that she was Jenkins' friend, the people in the church did not embarrass her. At this moment, the goblin "asked for leave" and went to the library, wanting to bring some books back to read.
"Don't underestimate Finny... Louise."
He hesitated for a while and shouted softly, and then, the originally dark room was illuminated by a white holy light.
Brienne raised her hand to cover her eyes, and then saw through her fingers that the ray of light came from behind Fei Ni, and behind her spread two luxurious white wings, some golden lights were shining in the wings.
But soon Brienne discovered that those were not Finny's wings, but that they were close behind her, wearing a white sacrificial robe, a wreath on her head, and silver-white chains wrapped around her fair legs, with purple and gold The wings of a little angel with heterochromatic eyes.
Britney can only think that this is an angel, because there is no other image that fits the word "angel" better than this image.
"This is… "
She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and took it down after the holy light from the angel gradually subsided:
"Angel?"
"Yes, Britney, if something really happens to me. Oh, I'm just saying that the probability of this is very small, it's just a hypothesis. If something happens to me, you immediately apply to the church to adopt Fei Ni."
Among all the people, Jenkins is most worried about Britney, only she is a completely ordinary person, so besides the little goblin Vinet, it is best for Fei Ni to follow Britney, so that they can take care of each other.
Louise wanted to say hello to Jenkins as usual, but Jenkins didn't want Britney to know that he was a god, it was unnecessary, so he told Louise his thoughts with the ability of empathy.
The little angel nodded slightly at Jenkins and Britney, and wrapped her arms around the blushing Fini from behind:
"I'll take care of them."
The little angel said softly.
Britney didn't associate the fact that "angels must be God's servants" with Jenkins, only that this is like the little goblin Vinet, and Jenkins' magical friend. So I didn't ask any more questions, and didn't even hold the little angel's hand to satisfy my curiosity and girlishness. I just looked at Jenkins and said:
"You must come back, Jenkins."
"I will."
I should have gone to talk to Alexia alone again, and handed over all my knowledge to her. But before seeing Alexia, the church sent someone to find Jenkins. It wasn't that the photo shoot had been arranged, but that something new had happened outside.
Before lunch, the church learned the news of the complete annihilation of the [Gear Artisan Guild] from Miss Fabri who was out. They suspected that the destruction of the cultists was actually done by Miss Fabri. They did not doubt the fact that the artisans would be completely exterminated. Because Miss Fabbri would not lie about such matters.
Therefore, the church sent a team to go out to investigate the secret hiding place of the craftsman union that had been known in the past, hoping to obtain some traces of battle or residual documents.
But unexpectedly, one of the bestowers team of [Church of War and Victory] led by a demigod ran into a strange cultist demigod.
There was no evidence to indicate which side the opponent belonged to, and after the fight, the cultist demigod could only escape in a hurry because of the special advantages of the God of War believers.
During the subsequent pursuit, the cultist threw a handful of colored powder into the air. The contact between those powders and the fluttering ashes with lingering heat actually caused a brand new monster to be born from the ashes that almost filled the streets.
The creature, which is also humanoid, does not use spells, but uses cold weapons such as knives and swords that also appeared from the ashes when it was born as weapons.
These monsters in the ashes are so powerful that they can only be defeated with cold weapons, much like the bandaged monsters Jenkins saw in "Falling Nolan" a few months ago.
Fortunately, unlike the creepers in the fog, these monsters in the ashes can only be born through the powder sprinkled by the cultists for the time being, and cannot be born naturally in the ashes, otherwise the trouble will be even greater.
The people of the Church of War and Victory managed to capture a monster in the ashes, because there were only street lights outside, so for the sake of lighting, Jenkins left the church with Miss Bevanna and her group carrying oil lamps, and met him on the street outside the church. got to it.
It was imprisoned by sterling silver chains painted with divine spells. It didn't have a white body like ashes, but its skin was as black as charred charcoal. Seeing more people approaching, he opened his slit-like mouth and yelled at the group of people, but he couldn't struggle no matter what.
"We very much suspect that the next step in the catastrophe will be the birth of entirely new natural monsters from these ashes."
The fortuneteller of the Church of Destiny said that this person is also a demigod of the Church of Destiny, but his status is obviously much worse than that of Miss Audrey.
"Do you still want to keep this guy for research? If not, I want to try its power. Maybe I will encounter something similar in the tower. After all, it is all made by the difference engine."
Jenkins said.
This kind of monster has no research value, its body is made of ashes, and there is no other substance other than that, even dissecting it is a waste of time. So after a little discussion, according to Jenkins' request, he let go of the monster made of ashes on the street.
After it was free, it immediately squatted down and stretched its hands into the ashes on the ground, then pulled out a scimitar from the ashes with its right hand, and a small buckler hanging from its left hand. There is no emblem on the shield, but it looks quite light.
Jenkins put the oil lamp in his hand under his feet, and held the metal long sword provided by the church. This sword is an ordinary item and has not undergone any treatment.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the monster in front of him. The clothes the other party was wearing were also made of ashes, but they were just a few rags. If it wasn't for the identification of the body composition as complete ashes, this appearance would be more like a living corpse crawling out of an ancient cemetery.
The monster had already rushed towards Jenkins. It held up the scimitar and slashed at Jenkins, but Jenkins easily blocked it with his sword:
"It's not that powerful, at least not as powerful as that of Professor Burns."
Thinking in his heart, he was about to block the scimitar, but he didn't expect the opponent's left hand to hit him directly with the shield, making Jenkins take a step back. After standing still, he immediately stabbed forward with his sword, but the monster rolled on the ground and easily dodged it with agility that didn't match its size.
At the same time that Jenkins swung the second blow, the monster stood up even more flexibly, raised the shield in his left hand, flicked away Jenkins' sword abruptly, and took advantage of the moment when he was stiff because of the unfinished offensive movement, he bent the sword again. The knife struck his neck.
"So that's the case. Although the strength is not very great, it is technically enough to be called a melee master."
Jenkins concluded in his mind, and then planned to end the opponent. Although he has not experienced systematic swordsmanship training, he has only learned fighting skills from Miss Bevanna for half a year, but the ability [Hero] has been passed down to him is quite sufficient experience in using cold weapons.
The empty left hand blocked forward, and then swung upwards violently, using the skill of unloading force and the advantage of not being afraid of injury, the opponent's weapon was also bounced away.
The humanoid monster born from the ashes took a step back, and without giving Jenkins a chance, it immediately rolled to the left neatly. After standing up, he bent down again to block the small buckler in front of him, and moved sideways while preparing for the opportunity to attack again.
Holding the sword in one hand, Jenkins kicked forward sharply, kicking the buckler away. Seizing the opportunity when the opponent's middle door opened wide, a sword pierced through the opponent's rag clothes, and deeply pierced the sword into the opponent's chest.
After waiting for a breath to confirm that there was no counterattack, he vigorously stirred the weapon in his hand, then pressed his shoulder with his left hand that was not holding a sword, and pushed it back.
The monster fell on the street full of ashes, and soon turned into a pile of ashes and merged with the street.
"Even ordinary people, if they are proficient in the use of cold weapons, can deal with these monsters, but there are too few people who are proficient in cold weapons in this era. It should not be difficult for the bestower, but if this monster is strengthened, From some angles, it may be more difficult than the Son of the Mist."
He concluded that when he looked at the pile of ashes, he could no longer see the rich black aura:
"There are monsters in the fog, there are monsters in the clouds, and there are monsters in the ashes. This era is really not easy."
It was already 2:30 in the afternoon. After dealing with the monster born from the ashes, Jenkins went to find Alexia according to the original plan. But instead of seeing Alexia, he saw Dad, who beckoned to Jenkins and entered an empty conference room with him.
"There's something I've been thinking about for a long time."
Dad didn't talk nonsense, he said straight to the point:
"Do you need the power of that key?"
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, then immediately laughed:
"Yes, I need that key."
"Transferring the key means I can only live for three days, so don't you laugh so hard... the ownership of the key now is a believer in lies, Mr. Candle is probably really dead, but there must be a reason for everyone else's death, that's it Note also that you have to bear in mind that this key now nominally belongs to believers in lies."
Sure enough, it was just like what Alexia said, no reasonable person would believe it.