The comatose Jenkins didn't see that after the sacrificial robe disappeared, a small transparent ball rolled out of his pocket, and then sank into his body.
This is the purpose of this treacherous journey, and judging from the results, at least the Holiday Elf has indeed achieved Jenkins' purpose.
The door glowing with endless white light had appeared, right next to Jenkins, but he couldn't get out.
After an unknown amount of time, the fingers on the sand suddenly trembled. Then, two green vines protruded from the void and inserted into Jenkins' temple. After the painful hallucinations and extreme dizziness were over, the second black ring on his wrist, which represented profanity, disappeared, and Jenkins, who was pale, stretched out his hand to grab the sand, and crawled towards the door bit by bit.
There are no sin coins, because the same person can only produce once in a period of time.
A sigh came from nowhere, and the woman holding the umbrella turned into sand and merged with the sand dune. At the same time, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the wind rolled up the gravel and danced in the air. Coincidentally, before the door closed, a small grain of sand flew out.
Jenkins was woken up by licking chocolate, which is the first time the cat has done this. It should just be starting to lick, as no wetness can be felt on the cheeks.
"Why are you here?"
He is not in his room now, but in a remote alley not far from the church. Jenkins didn't even walk in, but he often glanced here when he passed by, in case a mob rushed out suddenly.
"I remember that only when the original location is in danger, will it be transferred to another place when it comes out of the trick. Why... something happened to the church?"
He struggled to get up, but when his right hand pressed against the wall, it seemed to be pressed against a disgusting mass, and he fell again.
"Bad luck."
he sighed.
It should still be night, but the atmosphere seems a bit wrong.
The night in the city should not be without any sound, and the thick and frightening fog is obviously not a natural phenomenon.
After the Cthulhu sealed off the factory area, the city shouldn't have this level of dense fog.
"What's going on here?"
It's a pity that another creature present couldn't answer him, but the cat did another thing—it pushed the metal block that sealed the divinity to Jenkins' hand with its head.
"Chocolate, how did you find me?"
He asked, but didn't expect an answer, because his spirit was on the verge of breaking down. It's better to believe that this cat is eager to protect the owner and came here with his favorite toy through the sense of smell, or that the festival elf found out with conscience before leaving and guided this lovely cat.
Being able to trust a creature completely allows Jenkins to avoid being a deeply withdrawn and eccentric individual. He is willing to keep chocolate by his side until one day, it no longer likes to live by Jenkins' side, and it leaves voluntarily.
Chocolate, who wanted to "meow~", was stunned. It didn't speak again, but walked around the metal block, and gently rubbed against Jenkins' face.
The man smiled and grabbed the metal in front of him with his hand.
A few seconds later, a white beam of light that mortals cannot see pierced down from the sky, covering the gods in the alley. Sacred songs and subtle whispers accompany the coming of the gods.
If you listen carefully, you can find that the singing and secret words this time are very different from the past.
The black-haired and black-eyed god stood up, first glanced at the body lying on the ground, and then at the wrist, the black line disappeared directly. He smiled and asked in his heart:
"Why am I here?"
The answer comes from the bottom of his heart, not giving, this is the answer he got himself:
"Showing up in a church where you can't use divinity to heal yourself, only to be on the verge of death from mental damage within half an hour, so it's considered 'unsafe.'"
"The judgment method of the paradox is really smart."
God thought so, and called out his own ability.
The deification process cannot be wasted easily, he must find something for himself to do. As part of the power of divinity is instilled into the [unknown way forward], even if the current information is insufficient, the guidance of fate is still clearly revealed.
Leaving his body in the corner of the alley, he strolled to the deserted street shrouded in thick smoke, and only the faint light of gas lamps could be seen above his head.
The double moon is completely isolated by the fog layer, which seems to indicate that something unusual will happen this night.
The unicorn walked out of the fragile space wall, let out a loud cry, and obediently fell in front of the god. As Jenkins sat sideways on its back, gleaming armor of sterling silver emerged from the unicorn's body, sacred runes swirling across its surface. At the same time, the unicorn on the top of the head also turned into pure gold, emitting light to dispel the large swath of mist.
The cat also jumped on the shoulder, but he didn't immediately follow the direction of fate to leave. When he came out of the alley, he felt that there was an existence equal to him nearby.
Sure enough, after waiting for a few seconds, the middle-aged man who had just met in the cemetery this morning broke through the fog and came out.
Like Jenkins, he was shrouded in a pure white beam of light, and the chants and whispers were equally detailed and solemn.
The human face was full of smiles, stretched out a hand with the palm facing upwards, and drew an arc from the front of the body to the side of the body.
"Hello, New God. Let me introduce myself. Although mortals like to call me Prince of Lies, I prefer the title [God of Lies]."
he said. This is the first time that Jenkins has seen a god in the form of a saint other than himself. He looks like a mortal, at least Jenkins thinks so now.
"Hello, I think we met in the morning."
"Yes, I didn't expect you to find that I had already arrived in the morning. This is really amazing."
Jenkins didn't notice it, and just said something casually, referring to the body.
The God of Lies hadn't approached Jenkins, but the chants and whispers around the two had begun to interact. It's not a conflict, but a fusion in a wonderful way, and the sounds of different styles spread out in a chorus-like form.
Both Jenkins and the God of Lies have a ring under their feet that cannot be observed by mortals, which represents the rules of divinity. They exist in the material world, and the power of diffusion has already affected matter and human beings. In this ordinary street, the rules have gradually deviated bit by bit.
"My purpose of this trip is the same as yours, but before we leave, I hope we can resolve a small grievance."
Jenkins didn't know where the so-called "this trip" was going, but he thought it should be the place where fate was directing.
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