"so… "
Jenkins was still trying to stall for time, so he could only desperately find something to say. The bone in the shoulder and chest was damaged by the blow of the iron rod just now. I don't know if the internal organs were damaged besides the fracture.
Looking at the chocolate again, it was still rubbing against the small package, which seemed to be closer to Jenkins.
The man looked at Jenkins to see what else he had to say.
"So, C-08-2-2218, the clock that stopped, is this?"
Jenkins finally figured out what else he knew. An old man who used special items to survive was imprisoned in the basement of the Mr. Ink Club. He mentioned that before the transmission of gear germs mutated, the church of [Creation and Machinery] once happened There was a defection incident. The defectors stole three boons, one of which was the clock.
This is one of the few mysteries related to the Gear Craftsmanship that Jenkins knows, and he just said it casually. But when this sentence came out of his mouth, he suddenly realized that he had hit the mark.
"Yes!"
His voice suddenly became louder, "The trick you just did was not teleportation at all. You used that gift to control time, speed up your own time flow or stop the time around you! No, even a gift It is also impossible to stop time, you definitely speed up your own time!"
The face of the middle-aged shopkeeper revealed an expression of surprise, "So, it's no accident that you came here today!"
"It's not an accident, I came here on purpose!"
Jenkins said this while lying on the ground. His body is very resilient, but internal injuries and shoulder fractures will not heal so quickly.
Using mental strength to test the [unknown way forward], without the slightest reaction, his heart sank.
"How did you find me? Why do you know about the gifts I hold?"
He disappeared again and reappeared in front of Jenkins with the muzzle of a gun to his forehead.
Jenkins forced a smile and jumped up.
Boom~
The pistol exploded.
This was not an accident. The moment the muzzle of the gun came into contact with Jenkins' skin, flames burst out and melted and sealed the muzzle of the pistol. It would be a miracle if it didn't explode.
"court death!"
The middle-aged shopkeeper cursed, and pinched Jenkins' neck with his mechanized right arm. Jenkins stepped back nimbly, took out a spell with his intact left hand and threw it out.
It was useless, as the light spot in front of the man flickered, the explosion of the Explosion Talisman ended without happening at all. But this time was enough for Jenkins to distance himself. He pressed his left hand on the top of his right arm, and the green light flickered faintly. Before the shopkeeper accelerated and rushed over, his feet slammed on the ground, and raging flames flowed out from his trousers, turning into a ring of fire and surrounding Jenkins.
The man doesn't use space to move, so even if he speeds up his own time and rushes over, the flames can still hurt him.
Chanting the mantra in a low voice, the surrounding air is somewhat humid. The gas lamp on the wall and the flame in the burning stove flickered and went out, but the circle of fire surrounding Jenkins remained.
"It's not an ordinary fire? You don't think you can escape from me with this, do you?"
"No, I know that you are a level 7 gifter, and of course you have more means than these."
Jenkins bent down quickly, picked up the chocolate with his left hand and put it on his shoulder, while with his right hand picked up the only piece of metal left after the package was burned.
"Chocolate, did you play with my stuff again and accidentally dropped it into the package?"
"Meow~"
Light from an unknown source fell from the sky and enveloped the yellow-skinned, black-haired man, while the body of the blond-haired Jenkins fell backwards to leave the envelope of the beam of light.
The strange and solemn hymn lingered directly in his mind, and the milky white shimmer filled the surroundings. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, and there seemed to be a shout coming from a distance, but listening carefully, it seemed like an illusion.
There was a wind blowing in the room, with the god as the eye of the gust of wind, engulfed in fragments of glass and wood, and whirled rapidly.
The middle-aged shopkeeper stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes, then lowered his head. He twitched and covered his ears with his hands, witnessing the appearance of the god, his spirit was greatly shocked.
Jenkins didn't even make a shot, he fell to the ground.
"God~ why, is this a joke? What's wrong, why..."
The man groaned, and stretched out his hand to the clock in the corner with the remaining strength. But the gods are in the same space as him, and the rules of time are affected by the dissipated divine power, which is no longer something a level 7 bestower can shake.
His figure on the ground flickered a few times, and Jenkins clearly saw the hands of the clock vibrate. But in the end the pointer didn't change, and the man didn't flee.
"You wasted a drop of my divinity."
Jenkins stretched out his faintly glowing fingers, and the man on the ground shook his head helplessly and tried to crawl back. There was a sad expression on his face, because his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't see the passers-by who were sieved by bullets/bombs behind him. He hid himself behind the corpse like a frightened ostrich. This scene was exactly the opposite of the position when the two confronted each other just now.
Two silver light bands spirally wound around Jenkins' right arm like two snakes. The color of the light bands changed continuously from light to dark, because of the blessing of divine power, the silver light bands were extremely dazzling.
With a slight flick of the finger, a band of light flew out from the finger like a whip, one end was connected to Jenkins and the other end was connected to the middle-aged man.
After two seconds of silence, with a sound like a watermelon exploding, the man's head exploded completely, and the red and white penis exploded in all directions. The blood drops that fell to the ground were still exploding, and the crackling sound was like firecrackers.
The headless corpse was lying on the ground, leaning tightly against the corpse of a passer-by. The geared right arm lost the brass color just now, and began to rust at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Somehow, this time the divinity burned extraordinarily fast, one half of it had already been burned even though nothing had been done.
Although Jenkins felt strange, he also knew that the time was urgent. He picked up the test tube containing the gear germs, thinking intently: "What is this?"
The divinity responded immediately, and the remaining divinity burned crazily in the spirit body, and the golden aura could be seen even with the naked eye.
The liquid in the test tube in his hand rippled and buzzed, and pictures that lost their color appeared before Jenkins' eyes.