Jenkins' eyes became sharper, "Which one is more powerful, the monster or the gift?"
Stretching both hands forward, a silently burning candle appears in the left hand, and an unquenchable red flame appears in the right.
The ugly elf's laughter actually sank. The temperature dropped rapidly, and the branches above the head twisted and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually covering the sun in the sky, clinging to the top of Jenkins like bent fingers; the branches crawling on the trunk moved slowly like tentacles Arose and squirmed upon the ground; there was a terrible sound of footsteps in the bushes, and dark shadows and grisly skeletons were revealed. Even the mottled trunks and old bark looked like scary grimaces, laughing sternly with the sound of the wind.
At this moment, the malicious leak from the forest is undoubtedly.
Jenkins looked at his hands solemnly, the red flames in his right hand stretched into threads and flew from his right hand to his left. The gifts on both sides seem to be connected by a bridge of flames. The candles and fireball emit a faint light at the same time, and at the same time, the spirit is rushing towards the hands.
"Really!"
If it weren't for the danger at this time, Jenkins would even want to laugh wildly.
He raised his hands high and mobilized the spirit of his whole body to attach to the two gifts.
The wind picked up, and as Jenkins moved, sudden gusts of wind rushed in from all directions, but his standing position was as unaffected as the eye of the wind.
Candles can purify, but the flame of the wick cannot escape; the unquenchable fire has a wider range, but it has no purifying effect itself. In fact, when Jenkins saw the word "purification", he should have understood that he had already mastered the key to breaking the deadlock.
Miss Bevanna sat quietly in the first-class compartment of the steam train with her eyes closed, and the train was about to leave in ten minutes. After experiencing so many things in New Truman City, she was finally going back.
Although the Son of the Cthulhu has not been completely wiped out, at least New Truman City has restored its former peace. At least within half a year, the Son of God who escaped at the last moment should not reappear.
Feeling it, Miss Bevanna held down the lace sun hat on her head, and stuck her head out of the window against the autumn wind. His eyes brightened slightly, and then he saw a huge dark cloud faintly appearing in the distant sky, and he could even see lightning brewing in the dark cloud. Her left eye is a magic eye, and she can see more things, so she also vaguely feels that it is the location of Nolan City.
"what happened again?"
Miss Bevanna frowned and thought, and then opened the book she never left. It took some damage from the previous battle, but should still be usable.
The old big book was placed on the desk in the VIP car, and the pages of the book were flipping by themselves in front of the woman.
It finally stopped, Miss Bevanna leaned over slightly, and read out the text on that page:
[In Raiden, a new hope is born in the world. This is a sign of the birth of the 'gift'. No one knows the secret of the gift, and this is a field that can only be touched by gods. The sage taught: the ignorant are guilty, the greedy are guilty, and the saints are innocent.]
"A new gift... born?"
She looked at the words in front of her in surprise. As the strongest member of the Orthodox Church in the Archdiocese, she also knew some secrets that could not be revealed. Among them, although both Class A [creatures], Class B [Supernatural] and Class C [Gifts] may be born in the real world outside the strange world, the former two have no restrictions, and the latter must be produced with gods. To connect is to be born.
This is the rule, no exceptions.
"Another god appeared in Nolan?"
She asked herself incredulously, and felt that the word "again" was a bit ridiculous.
"May the sage bless you."
Gently drawing the holy emblem on the chest, I can only hope that the god who came this time can have mercy on the world.
"May the sage bless you!"
The old man who was dealing with matters in the church said softly, and left the Gate of Vientiane and walked back to the ground with Spike, the secret keeper who was on duty today. A lot of people had already gathered in the courtyard of the church, looking up at the dark cloud in the distant sky together.
It is not uncommon for dark clouds to appear in the sky, but dark clouds that seem to appear out of thin air and carry lightning are rare.
"It's really not peaceful."
The old secret keeper said in a hoarse voice, glanced at the cloud, and turned back to the gate of Vientiane. Mr. Gaskell Peters, wearing high boots and a black windbreaker, hurried past with several high-ranking benefactors. In the days when Miss Bevanna was away, he needed to direct the handling of such matters.
And the old man was still leaning against the wall, ignoring the whispering crowd, and stood in front of the thick heavy metal pipe exuding warm breath, with some memories in his eyes:
"May the sage bless you, it's been twenty years since I last saw this kind of scene..."
"May the sage bless you!"
Jenkins thought the same, looking up at the candle he held up. At this moment, the Eternal Flame has completely entered the wick of the candle, but he can feel that the two are simply together and have not yet reached "fusion".
Jenkins also couldn't tell what he was mobilizing now. The spirit of the second-level gifter had already been consumed, but the candle was still sucking/sucking some kind of existence in his body.
The wind howled and raged, and even the malicious woods had to take shelter temporarily. The treasure elf let out a piercing scream. At that moment, Jenkins' position changed again, and he fell into the spring water.
Shadows pooled from the woodland surface, forming a huge phantom towering in front of Jenkins. He held up the unquenchable candle motionless, and crazy voices came from all directions.
Kucha!
The moment the phantom formed a big black mouth and rushed towards Jenkins, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, split the shadow, and hit Jenkins directly between his hands.
The shadow receded, and Jenkins, who was covered in scorched black, completely fell into the pool. His hands were still raised high, and the purifying flame spread out from the candle core, burning the water surface, and attacking the dark forest.
The crackling sound resounded in the air, and the invisible things in the space confronted the flame scorchingly. A faint stench emanates from the ground, rises up, and gradually dissipates; the black mist is extinguished by the sea of fire, and a green aura can be vaguely seen, like a tide, catering to the flames with the whistling wind.
At the last second of fainting, Jenkins saw the big mouth, surrounded by flames and dying, still rushing towards himself in the water at the last moment before dissipating.
"Meow~"
A small smile played at the corner of his mouth as he watched the cat throw a shiny piece of metal from a tree to scatter the malevolent shadow.