"Have you really decided now?"
To Jenkins, Alexia's voice also seemed to be coming from the sky.
"Yes, if I enter the tower and win, but come out and find you all dead, then what's the point of my victory?"
He replied that the first half of the voice was normal, but there were constant echoes in the second half, echoing in the streets crowded with church givers.
Jenkins closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his right hand had already taken out the metal block he was carrying with him. Those golden brilliance resonated with the holy silver metal block, and the old man who was nearby could observe that the six faces of the metal block were engraved with six emblems belonging to the savior.
"Don't worry, I'll be back."
He whispered to Alexia for the last time, but at this moment Alexia could no longer see Jenkins' expression. The golden light completely covered him, and majestic colors splashed towards the surroundings, adding an extremely dazzling touch to this dark night.
No matter whether it is the people on this street or the civic square at the end of the street, they all noticed this color. People spontaneously gave way, allowing Jenkins to walk down the street to the square to face the oncoming monster.
"Jenkins, you..."
The old man was speechless, Jenkins nodded to him, and then strode forward along the road that people gave up. The crowd kept retreating towards the side of the street, and as he walked, the road ahead and behind became wider.
Every step he took, the golden light would leave a mark on the ground, as if a golden carpet appeared on the land he walked on.
People heard singing and even heard bells. In the originally chaotic wind, a fiercer wind appeared.
The holy silver metal gradually dissipated in the held palm, Jenkins did not observe the expressions of the people, he just walked forward like this.
The pure white beam of light broke through the black cloud above his head, enveloping him in it. The golden light surged towards the surroundings like an ocean, instantly dispelling the gray mist and those inexplicable ashes.
"Jenkins..."
Miss Stress next to Dad didn't even realize that she was opening her mouth. She was the Holy Son of God, and she knew better than ordinary people what power this was.
The oppressive force stronger than that above the square spread like a tide, and people lowered their heads. Even the demigods and holy sons of the church couldn't look directly at the savior they had chosen at this moment.
Psalms, unmistakable psalms ring in the ears. Few have heard the hymn that accompanied the appearance of the God of Lies, but now, there is no doubt that this is the hymn of the god.
"Jenkins..."
Miss Bevanna had to stay at the church, so it was Mr. Gilbert who came to see Jenkins off. He had been helping with the demon on the edge of the plaza just now, so he hadn't been able to run to Jenkins with Pop.
And as the saint shrouded in pure white beams of light approached, he finally confirmed something that he could never have imagined. The middle-aged man felt a sense of dizziness that he had never felt before. This is not because of the power from a higher dimension, but because he cannot accept the fact and suspects that he has gone crazy:
"But how is that possible?"
Like most people, Mr. Gilbert thinks that he is probably dreaming at the moment. But when the singing sounded towards his ears, and people who couldn't look directly walked by, the vast power and the coercion of the gods finally made him sure that this moment was reality. God determines reality, and the appearance of God represents that this moment is reality:
"Jenkins is the possession of the God of Lies?"
Countless people thought of it.
"No, of course not."
His voice rang in their ears, and Mr. Gilbert held back the fear in his heart and raised his head, but only saw the figure in the light going away. Couldn't understand why, but he knew, it was Jenkins he was looking at, the god.
White fly ash fell on top of his head, but it just slid to another direction automatically in the sky. The divinity condensed by the priesthood of lies was completely absorbed into the soul.
The soul ignites the divinity, and the divinity complements the soul. With the God of Lies sighing like a dream, people understood everything.
Looking up at the god who stepped on the ground, under his gaze, he came to the center of the square step by step. At this moment, nine emblems appeared under his feet at the same time, and the colors that flashed one after another were superimposed together, and the colorful beams of light rushed towards the hole in the air, and at the same time, a chilling cry came from the depths of the hole. Voice.
With outstretched arms, He soars high into the sky, under the watchful eyes of the people. The soft white light sprinkled downwards, and the nine emblems under the feet overlapped together. As the god stretched out his fingers to the sky, the colorful beams of light collided with the long black tongues projected from the hole.
"I said!"
he said.
"According to the rules of the world, there is no place for you to stay here!"
The hole opened by the sacrifice was gradually closed under the command of the god, but before that, a thick, oily black arm, like elastic plasticine, abruptly protruded from the relatively "small" hole.
The god swung his fist upwards to fight against it. After the collision of black light and golden light, it seemed that the world itself trembled. Afterwards, the faint rays of light scattered under the sky, and the gods shrouded in the pure white beam of light also stood under the sky with their hands behind their backs. The black clouds above his head dispersed due to the confrontation at that moment, and the two-color moonlight also broke through the obstacles and enveloped him around him.
The ground is shaking, but people don't care about that. However, the plume of smoke covering the metal tower dissipated in the unknown number of earthquakes this year.
Amidst the rumbling sound coming from the ground, the ninth-floor tower rose as agreed in the early hours of midnight, standing beside the god in the sky. This tower, after the appearance of the ninth floor tower, rang the bell for the first time.
The clock struck twelve, and it was already midnight.
The sound of the bell accompanied the roar of the steam engine, and at the same time, from every seam of the nine-story tower, hot white steam spurted out, as if the cylinders of a steam train that was about to stop were working.
God stretched out his finger to the tower, golden light shot out, but only left a black hole circled by the golden light on the outside of the third floor.
Afterwards, the pure white light around the god dissipated, and the weird but extremely attractive chant gradually subsided. While the strength receded, the sense of oppression also disappeared little by little.
The god exhausted his strength, and the young writer landed in front of the tower gate on the ninth floor under the sky that was once again shrouded in black clouds. As he landed, the dark clouds above his head became thicker and thicker, so the moonlight was also weakened little by little.
When he set foot on the earth again, the light disappeared completely.
He turned back into a mortal, and fell from a god to the same position as everyone present. Without saying a word, he grabbed the handle of the iron door with his hand, and finally looked back at the dumbfounded people.
He nodded slightly, but said nothing.
Turned.
pull open the door.
He went in.
PS: Before the final decisive battle, if the secret is still kept, isn't it equivalent to Jinyi Night Walk? That's why it was necessary to arrange this scene before the final battle, so that Jenkins would not have the strongest support by the way, so that the following story would be more exciting.