"Thank you so much this time, I will thank you formally after I have finished dealing with the matter. Mr. Augustus, I will not forget to invite you to drink~"
Jenkins shook his hand at Mr. Augustus who was wearing a black cloak. The latter pulled down his hood, nodded to him with a smile, and then completely disappeared into the starry sky.
"God of lies, do you know what will happen next?"
Rakul in the false starry sky asked, and Jenkins looked up at his protoss friend. Even though the protoss would not easily participate in the changes in the material world, this time Rakul came to help him.
"of course I know."
He waved the fragments of the two stone slabs he was holding in his left hand, and then, the golden pages still spread in the sea of stars finally shrunk, finally forming a large pure golden book in front of Jenkins.
Jenkins shook his finger, and all his own light spots appeared and merged into the book. Then two pieces of stone slabs were also thrown in. In this way, he is currently holding the pendant that seals the difference engine in his right hand, and the big book in his left hand.
"It's good that you know, it's an honor to witness your year, and I look forward to our next meeting in the sea of stars."
After finishing speaking, Ms. Protoss, a female figure, also withdrew from the sea of stars.
Jenkins was left alone standing on the circular ground suspended in the sea of stars. Even though the battle was over, the nine emblems of the saviors imprinted here were still flashing, as if foreshadowing something.
He looked at the collapsed star sea around him, at the starry sky after the collapse of the star sea, and then at his arm. The golden light still hasn't dissipated. The difference engine is right. At this time, he is still in a mortal state, but the power he uses is similar to that of a god.
But he also knew that this was not the power of a god, after all, neither of the two priesthoods was inspired. Jenkins has some guesses about this, he has seen something from the fragments of the [slate].
What he saw in the fragments of the slate is definitely not the way to seal the difference engine. Using three keys to seal it is something that Jenkins has long thought about, otherwise he would not use the keys at the end instead of using them during the tower climbing process. The key opens a temporarily left door.
As for the harvest of watching the slate, it is actually hard to describe, and Jenkins has to make the last step of confirmation. That answer will answer all the questions so far, and answer all the unreasonable things about him.
At a certain moment, the collapse of the star sea suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a bell sounded from the distant starry sky. This is not the bell of the difference engine, but the bell of the gods. It is loud and distant, and it can even be said to be ancient.
In the false starry sky, little stars flicker. It is overlapping with the real sea of stars, turning from illusion to reality, and this is also the final destination of this space.
But here it has one last duty before it actually reaches the astral world.
Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, the singing voices of children and pure virgins gradually entered the ears. This sound is different from all the previous hymns. The singing itself possesses power beyond any numbered item. This is not a hymn, it is the song of the world, and it is the song of God.
In this song, three hundred and sixty-five stars twinkled around Jenkins. In the starlight, in the sound of the bell, and in the sound of singing, the figures of the gods came gradually.
They maintain the body size of a normal mortal, although most of them are not in human form, but the basic size is about the same. Three hundred and sixty-five false gods in this world appeared in the sea of stars, far away around the circular stone floor where Jenkins stood.
Every deity radiates light because of its special divine power characteristics and scope of priesthood. No matter whether they are good gods or evil gods, they are all standing together quietly at this moment. The holy lights of various colors did not dim the starry sky like overwhelming, but were suppressed in a suitable range.
These rays of light joined together to form a hazy pure white color.
Jenkins saw a lot of "acquaintances" in it, and he deliberately glanced in the direction of the music god, who smiled at him.
He didn't pay too much attention to these gods, but looked deeper into the chaotic sea of stars. Twelve white holy lights fell from nowhere, and amidst the singing and the ringing of the loud bell, the twelve righteous gods also appeared.
Compared with the false gods who are the size of a person and can be seen clearly, the twelve righteous gods stand like giants in the sea of stars. They are all shrouded in their own light, just like what they saw in the whisper at the end of the month. There is no way to get Jenkins to actually "see" them.
The tall righteous gods stood behind a group of false gods, and the twelve great ones surrounded the circular ground evenly, while Jenkins and the three hundred and sixty-five gods below were as big as ants.
Among them, only the two gods who symbolize January and December are not in human form. The former looks like a tree in the light, but it seems to be just a piece of light, while the latter can only see a cloak, and Jenkins can't see what it is in the end.
Jenkins did not have the opportunity to deal with all the righteous gods, and he was only familiar with those few. He saw Ovia at a glance, and even though she was so tall, Jenkins could feel her watching him. He was also looking at her, and both were smiling.
Jenkins looked up to a farther and higher place. In the sea of stars, the stars were moving, and the surging star tide was turbulently flowing. The sound of the bell became louder and louder, and the singing became more complicated and more sacred.
The moving stars form a circle of 17 star seats behind the giant twelve righteous gods. In that star tide, the stars are connected into a line, constructing the appearance of the masters.
The sixteen masters seem to be integrated with the starry sky, manipulating the huge body composed of stars, and sitting in their positions. They are farther away from Jenkins, but because of the body that seems to be made of stars, they are extremely close to Jenkins.
Just from the physical distance, the closest to the circular ground are three hundred and sixty-five false gods scattered in a circle, followed by the twelve righteous gods standing like giants standing in the light. Outside are the sixteen rulers composed of stars.
Only the seat that symbolized the original master was unoccupied, and Jenkins suddenly had a guess in his mind. Of course, that is definitely not his seat, but his guess about the truth of this world.
The masters are extremely mysterious, and even the bestowers of the material world, few people know their information. But Jenkins had been in contact with some of them, and he saw the Lord of Death and the Lord of Ice nodding at him, the Lord of Time watching him, and the Lord of Flowers as if with him.
The sound of the hymn gradually subsided, and the bell finally stopped. Jenkins still maintained the posture of holding the pendant in one hand and the big golden book in the other. He whispered to the gods:
"Hi there."