Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 opened his eyes, the flames in the distance were still not extinguished, and the paper pressed by his left hand painted a lifelike Chinese man.

　　 "It's careless, how do you explain this?"

　　 He thought with annoyance, staring at his corpse in the dark, evil guilty:

　　 "I still have eight bullets/bullet, it's enough to kill everyone here!"

　　The murder plan took shape in his mind. Jenkins could already imagine how he sneaked into an apartment downstairs, wrapped the muzzle with clothing to avoid noise, and then killed all the residents in the building one by one.

　　 The white paper in his hand was shaken by the wind outside the window, which once again awakened the purest desire in the user's heart.

　　 The [Wisdom Medal] worn on his chest suddenly trembled, but it was of no use, it broke into pieces in an instant, and turned into soot before falling to the ground.

　　 But it is a pity that this time the painter has drawn something that does not belong to this world.

　　 is just a piece of information written by Jenkins, revealing a completely different world. Under the agitation of the rules, invisible ripples are echoing in all directions. A great figure in the void cast his gaze, the ripples were bounced back and condensed in the paper, and finally the whole paper was turned into fragments.

　　 The cold air flow flowed into Jenkins's body along his left hand, and he shivered suddenly and realized what he was thinking.

　　 lowered his head, that [creed] has turned into torn pieces of paper, and there is no light.

　　 "Destroyed [the trick], so the spirit that got feedback from the world?"

　　 He thought in his heart and stood up. As the spirit continues to be injected into the body, the weak and numb body is gradually recovering, and the mental shock from the use of [Crook] is also reduced.

　　 Only the extremely cold breath in the right palm is still there, but it is already motionless.

　　 Jenkins hesitated for a moment, collected the scraps of paper and put it in his pocket, then hid the body of the young student under the bed and hurried out of the attic.

　　 originally thought that he would be questioned by the landlord’s wife, but never expected to run out of the apartment without encountering a single person. Jenkins stepped into the rain with a clear goal, and he was full of physical strength enough to activate his ability to run wild.

　　 The trouble is almost solved, now I can just go back to the original place to clear the suspicion.

　　 Across the dark streets, the Ocean Church in the dock area was right in front of you. Just after turning the corner, a figure that seemed to have drilled out of the ground encountered Jenkins.

　　 "Goddess is here, I don't believe in fate anymore!"

　　 Jenkins scolded, because the one who collided with him was the fleeing [Ice Messenger] Brute.

　　 Without even thinking about it, the two Explosive Charms pinched in his hands were thrown out, but they didn't explode at all, and they were wrapped in ice and hit the opposite person in the face.

"It is you?"

　　 asked Brute, who was smiling happily. He still remembered meeting this young man in the antique shop in the morning. Although one arm was missing, at least he escaped from the demon's hands. Now what could be more happier than encountering an ant that can be pinched to death?

"it's me."

　　 Jenkins smiled bitterly and fell to the ground, leaning against the brick wall to the side, the rain flowing down the collar and into the underwear without even noticing it. Even though it can almost be said to be in its heyday, he still does not feel that he can defeat the injured level 8 powerhouse.

　　 "Are you going to kill me?"

　　 "Yes, I'm sorry."

Jenkins shook his head and was not surprised, "I was thinking, maybe some of my actions inadvertently offended the gods. If this is the case, please forgive the great being. I really don't know anything. Hahaha, today , Can it be worse?"

　　 Blut listened to Jenkins inexplicably, is he unlucky today?

　　 reached out his finger to point to Jenkins’ forehead, maybe God really heard Jenkins’ words, a cowardly voice came from the two of them:

　　 "Gentlemen, do you want to buy a flower?"

　　 The two turned their heads at the same time, and the little girl that Jenkins remembered deeply did not know when she appeared at the entrance of the alley less than ten meters away from the two.

　　 She held her flower basket tightly, trembling in the rain. The rain soaked all her clothes, and her wet hair was pressed against her pale cheeks.

　　 If it weren’t for knowing what she was, Jenkins would be overwhelmed with sympathy, but at this moment he could no longer understand how he felt.

　　 "Thank you, we don't buy flowers."

　　 Blut said after a moment of silence, he didn't seem to know the [creature] that Nolan City had recently encountered. But after all, he had lived to level 8, and he knew in his heart that such rainy nights would certainly not be ordinary people who can appear here to sell flowers.

　　 Out of caution, he rejected the offer to buy flowers, but he became ecstatic when he didn't know that Jeenkinston collapsed on the wall.

　　 "If I refuse to buy flowers, I will die within a week. This guy killed me and he couldn't live myself!"

　　 The little girl in the rain nodded aggrievedly, but did not turn around and leave, but looked at Jenkins.

　　 "Sir, you gave too much money last time. I didn't have change so I couldn't find it for you."

Section 47 Chapter 46 Divinity

　　 "It's okay, that's a gift."

　　 Jenkins found that his voice could still remain calm.

　　 "That won't work, I can't take more money from the guest...but I don't have any change with me this time. Why don't I give you the equivalent flower?"

　　 As she said, she didn't care about the eyes of the two of them, and stretched her right arm into the basket. It seemed that it was a bottomless hole, but she didn't take out anything.

　　 "Sorry sir."

　　 The little girl who sells flowers holds the handle of the basket with both hands, as if she is about to cry: "There are so many flowers sold tonight, I can't find suitable flowers for you."

　　 Jenkins automatically translated this sentence into: "I made too many people unlucky tonight, and now I can't make you even worse."

　　 During the conversation between the two, the injured Brute never spoke or acted. He squinted his eyes and looked at the little girl. He didn't know whether he encountered the person in the painting head-on and caused mental injury, or he was eager to escape from here. It was a pity that he got a wrong answer.

　　 "Pretend to be a ghost!"

　　 He gave a low cry, and the remaining left arm swiped in the rain, and there were three more delicate ice needles in his hand. Before Jenkins could stop it, the ice needle disappeared into Brute's hands, but... it just disappeared.

　　 "Oh, there is a gentleman here!"

　　 The frustrated face of the flower girl actually smiled, "Great, then I will make a flower to compensate you now!"

　　 She said happily, tilted the basket, and lifted the dirty cloth covering the basket.

　　 Jenkins heard the weird whisper again, as if penetrating the fog of chaos, thousands of tentacles stretched out from the void to wrap him, and the sticky touch was very clear.

　　 But what he experienced was only an illusion. The reality is that several green vines like snakes crawled out of the dark basket in his eyes.

　　Brutt finally realized the weirdness of the scene, turned around and ran, forming a layer of ice wall behind him, and dazzling aura gleamed on the wall.

But it didn’t work. The vines that climbed out of the basket sprang up like snakes, and the exploded ice **** hit Jenkins’ face. The vines instantly penetrated through the rain curtain and the ice wall and pierced into Brute. body of.

　　 He screamed loudly, and at the same time, a familiar figure finally appeared on the distant street, supporting him.

　　 "What's the situation?"

　　 Astonished Jenkins watched Brute’s 15 light spots shattered, turning into a green spirit and passing along the vines to the girl’s basket.

　　Brutt’s voice became more and more miserable. He rolled in the sewage in pain, stretched out his left arm to point to Jenkins, but immediately curled up because of the painful tremor of his soul.

　　 He finally lay motionless on the ground, his stature was at least two inches shorter, and his pale skin was tightly attached to his bones, like a mummy buried in the ground for a long time.

　　 "Sir, your flower! Now the money you gave is enough!"

　　 The girl's voice rang in his ears, and Jenkins was so scared that he almost slumped. He just looked at Brute's horror.

　　 turned his head and saw that the little girl selling flowers was standing beside him holding an ice blue flower.

　　 The petal of that flower is a bit transparent and illusory, and little blue light is constantly emitted from the petal itself. Jenkins swallowed, and for some reason he had an urge to eat the flower.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 He stretched out a trembling hand to take the flower, only to feel that the girl's wet little hand also had a little body temperature, no different from a normal child.

　　 "Thank you."

　　He thanked again, this time because of his life-saving grace.

　　 Captain Bincy and dozens of hurried strangers have stopped not far away. They saw the vines taking Brute out of time, and understood what was happening here, so they didn't dare to approach at all.

　　 The huge floating steam airship above Nolan City is approaching here, but I don’t know what order it has received, and it slowly flies back to the top of the burning church.

　　 "Thank you too, sir."

　　 The little girl hugged her basket and looked very happy.

　　 She stretched out her hand and pulled the hair that was stuck to her forehead due to the rain to one side: "I have been in this city for a long time, and I have to go to other places to sell flowers, sir, goodbye."

　　 It’s a mess of ghosts. Maybe it’s because I watched too many TV shows in my previous life. Jenkins asked a question that I regretted for a long time:

　　 "Can we meet again?"

　　 "Do you still want to buy flowers? That's great, but I don't know if I can see you again. May [Flower Lord] bless us to meet again."

　　 While she was talking, she bowed to Jenkins and backed away slowly, disappearing into the rain like a phantom.

　　 Looking down at the ice blue flower in his hand, Jenkins sighed long.

　　 "Do you think this is over?"

　　 An old voice suddenly came into my ears, and the running group of Bincy and Jenkins were taken aback. Turning his head, Brute, a mummy, was holding a wooden sculpture with his left hand like a dead branch.

The image of 　　 wood carving is completely incomprehensible.

　　 "Goddess, can there be such an ingenious sculpture in the world?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't help sighing. He wanted to stand up and worship the wood carving, but the candle and black robe in the spirit trembled at the same time to make him sober.

　　 That wooden sculpture is just a man holding his hands high, holding a ball-shaped thing in his hand. The man is wearing a very simple robe, but it seems to be exuding brilliance. The face of the wood carving was blurred, and Jenkins could not confirm whether the rain blocked his vision or the statue itself had a problem.

　　 "God! I will offer my spirit, my flesh, and everything that I have. Please take a look at this filthy world!"

　　 The mummy shouted loudly, and the statue in his hand immediately radiated a radiant brilliance.

　　A golden light shot out from the statue, illuminating and destroying everything around it.

　　 "He awakened the deity of Cthulhu!"

　　 Captain Binxi shouted from a distance, the corpse had been lying motionless in the sewage, but the statue was still suspended in the air.

　　 It exudes a fierce brilliance like the sun, and a phantom is slowly consolidating around the statue.

　　 Jenkins jumped up, and subconsciously stretched out his left hand to hit the statue. He really succeeded, but the statue itself was not affected. On the contrary, Jenkins's left hand dropped as if he had taken out his strength and couldn't control it.

　　 The brilliance of the statue is getting brighter and brighter, and Jenkins has a flash of inspiration, picking up the flower with his slightly recovered right hand and hitting the statue again.

　　 "[Simple Boxing]."

　　 He activated his abilities at the same time, and the huge spirit merged with the cold air current of his right hand at a very fast speed, and even the flower in his hand merged into his palm. The white light spot in front of me slowly faded, and then a brand new red light spot appeared!

Section 48 Chapter 47 Sacrifice

　　 "[Han Frost Punch]!"

　　 Along with the right time and place, new abilities appear!

　　 hit the floating statue fiercely, and Jenkins was knocked to the ground by a huge reaction force. The statue seemed to solidify for a moment, but quickly recovered again.

　　 whispered into the ears in a low voice, and a lot of inexplicable things were unconsciously incorporated into the brain. When reacting, Jenkins found himself lying at the feet of the phantom.

　　 "Sacrifice!"

　　 Captain Bincy and many anxious voices came from a distance like penetrating the fog. The voices were a little fuzzy, but Jenkins thought of a conversation with his father one day.

　　 He stretched his hand into his arms, shaking with a ceremonial silver dagger, carved the goddess's holy emblem on the soft soil soaked in rain.

　　 "May [Inheritance of the sage] bless me, I will dedicate the divinity of Ability God to you, and may your brilliance illuminate my way forward."

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Jenkins with his head down only felt a substantive gaze penetrating from the sky, still so gentle and broad, but this time it seemed to carry a little joy.

　　 Jenkins lay on his back in the rain, the statue fell from the sky and hit his belly. It had no light.

　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 Captain Bincy appeared above Jenkins, blocking the sky and rain for him.

　　 Jenkins shook his head, took his hand and sat up. People with light spots in their bodies cautiously surrounded the mummy, because the ceremony was interrupted, he seemed to have a breath.

　　 Jenkins even saw Mr. Barnard, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, and he didn’t seem to be injured.

　　 "I now know what I can't tell us in the information on A-01-2-0198. I don't dare to remember where the three white flowers I ate came from."

　　 Bincy smiled, and pointed his index finger to his mouth, telling him not to say more.

"finished?"

　　 "It's over, tonight is really long!"