Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 But he almost just got out of the building where the family are on his front feet, and was immediately caught by his father again:

"where did you go?"

　　 "Mary and Robert have something to do with me."

　　 "Is it over?"

"ended."

　　 "Then come with me."

　　 said, he took Jenkins to the ocher tower on the left side of the courtyard, passed the side door on the second floor of the tower, and returned to the main building of the church, and finally came to the large conference room on the fourth floor.

　　 This is usually the meeting room used by the high-ranking faculty of the Holy See when they come from Beldiran. Two long and two curved tables are put together to form a circular conference table in the center. The walls were full of chairs, and at the moment they were also full of people.

　　 There were about forty or fifty people present. Except for the old man, the weakest were also seventh-level gifters, and most of them were demigods.

　　 Papa sat next to Miss Bevanna at the table, and next to him was "Miss Fabry", which is not in Jenkins's script.

　　 The chair people left for Jenkins is the one with the back facing the door. The main seat facing the door was no one to do, because no one was qualified to sit there. The sage son Miss Strace, who presided over the meeting, sat on the left hand side of the main seat.

　　 "What is this going to do?"

　　 Jenkins asked rudely.

　　 "Of course it is to make a plan."

"what's the plan?"

　　 "Aren't you going to that tower?"

　　 "Oh. Yes...but do I need to plan?"

　　 From the church's point of view, of course it needs to be planned. Although they cannot influence what happens after Jenkins enters the metal tower, they can prepare for Jenkins to enter the metal tower.

　　 This will be a battle that will affect the future. Although everyone can only watch Jenkins go to the battlefield they can't reach, they can provide the last help for the savior.

"If this is the case... Actually, I don’t have to be so troublesome. I still have to come to the meeting. I don’t need to explain too much about the deception. After all, this year, I have experienced double-digit deception.. ...."

　　 He hadn't talked about this before with the church, but now it is mentioned that neither the old man nor Miss Bevanna has a strange look. Obviously, he thinks that these are not important anymore.

"But the use of abilities is restricted in the sly realm, so I need power beyond the abilities, that is, numbered items, alchemy items, potions, and various spells. Forget the A-type tricks, and the B-type supernatural can carry some appropriately. , But what I need most is the gift, the more the better. Since the ninth-story tower will rise in the early morning tonight, in order to prevent the differential engine from sublimating first, I will set off before two in the morning. Before that, please The churches find as many Class C gifts as possible."

Because entering the paradox is actually a special way of space transfer, so space items and abilities will be affected. Therefore, it is impossible to carry thousands of tons of charms and ritual materials with storage items such as silver dragon dragon scales. Enter the paradise.

　　The gift is the most suitable weapon, especially for Jenkins, this kind of item that does not need to be carried in a container and has a high priority of effect is really suitable.

　　 The church quickly moved to find weapons and props in accordance with Jenkins's requirements. In order to cope with the end of the era, the churches originally transported some important weapons and props to the center of the storm, so it didn't take long for him to select them around dinner.

　　 Although Jenkins thinks that there is no need to have meetings after this, it might be better to let himself be quiet before entering the tower, but the old man still asked for a simple meeting around 11 o'clock tonight.

　　 After all, it is the end. The church needs to plan and arrange the response plans when various possibilities arise. It needs the savior to understand that everything is to save the world and it is necessary to ensure that the savior can come back alive. It is necessary to have a meeting before midnight.

　　It seems that everyone in the church is anxious and busy for the savior to enter the nine-story tower, but only Jenkins seems to be indifferent.

　　 "Jenkins, why don't you seem worried at all?"

　　 asked the old man after the meeting.

　　 "Why should you worry?"

"This is the final decisive battle. From the time when the purple star appeared in the sky last year to now, we have been preparing for the end of the day for a whole year. What you will do now is things that will affect the direction of civilization. Don't you need to worry about this?"

　　 The old man made a lot of sense, but after knowing that he was going to enter the tower in the early hours of tonight, Jenkins's mood was relaxed for a long time, as if everything didn't matter. He believes that this is a psychological state under heavy pressure, but it is also possible to relax after knowing the final date without worrying and worrying.

"The last battle, father, I read from the book that before the last battle, people will hold a banquet for the warriors to practice. Don't forget to inform the kitchen and let them prepare a sumptuous dinner for me... ...And chocolate."

　　 "Jenkins..."

　　 A sad expression suddenly appeared on the old man's face. He quickly turned his face away, patted Jenkins on the shoulder, and then hurriedly left.

　　 "It's rare to see Dad like this."

　　Miss Bevana walked to Jenkins holding her big book and said:

　　 "But I am different from my old man. I believe you very much and you will be able to succeed. Since you let my old man take care of the dinner for you, then I will be responsible for welcoming your banquet."

　　 She smiled and patted Jenkins, and then left. Jenkins looked at Miss Bevanna's back. In fact, he knew that he himself was not as confident as he appeared to be.

Chapter 2077 Chapter 2046 Herbicides

　　 After getting rid of the troublesome meeting for a while, Jenkins finally found a chance and slipped outside. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, but it was still dark as late at night. The city issued a relatively relaxed martial law, so there were almost no people in the gray misty streets.

　　 But this does not mean that the city is dead. The mining area in the east is still burning, and the shadow of the huge son of the mist in the distance is fighting fiercely with the battle team on the ground. Black auras are everywhere, it seems that every point in the dense fog is gestating those terrible fog creeping monsters.

　　The heat-bearing ashes fell from the sky, already covering the ground with a layer of white ash. Stepping on it and leaving footprints on it, when I look back, I don't have the leisurely elegance of leaving a mark on the snow, but I feel that the end is really approaching step by step.

　　 Everything seems to have changed this weekend, the only constant is the smell in the air. Since Jenkins came to this world, and now disaster strikes, the air will always be smelly due to burning. It hasn't changed because of the arrival of strangers, and it hasn't changed because of the arrival of disasters. It seems that only this taste will last forever.

　　The first stop after leaving the church was the apartment rented by the old elf. After all, his apartment was in the city center, very close to the Church of the Sage.

　　 When Jenkins knocked on the door downstairs, no one answered the door for a long time. Later, the old elf went downstairs and opened the door himself:

　　 "Now the whole city is under martial law, and there is this ghost outside again. The landlord originally didn't want to open the door."

　　 he explained.

　　 followed the elves upstairs and found that the living room was full of various books. The pile of books was like a hill, almost no place to stay. The gas lamp in the living room is on and turned on to the maximum power. There are three candles on the rusty candlestick on the tabletop. There are also other white candles between the books in the living room, which makes the living room with the curtains bright. The shadow of the pile of books on the wall looks a little scary:

　　 "What are you doing?"

　　 After finally sitting on the sofa holding the cat, Jenkins asked:

　　 "I have encountered some troublesome problems, but it's not a big deal. It's okay. Jenkins, are you here to say goodbye to me this time?"

　　 asked the old elf, Jenkins raised his eyebrows in surprise:

　　 "How did you know?"

　　 "Although I haven't experienced the end of the era of the material world, I have read a lot in books in the past. Obviously, it's the end now, right?"

　　 The elf sat across from Jenkins and asked slightly, bending over to hold his hand.

"Yes, it’s the end. The underground machinery said that it will make the ninth-story tower rise in the early hours of tonight, and it will go to the highest level of the tower by fusing the gift of mechanical heart with the original steam engine as a means. Let yourself be completely sublimated to a beast of disaster."

　　 "Is this forcing you to enter that tower?"

　　 "Yes, there are nine nested treacherous realms in the tower to weaken my ability. To be honest, I am not sure if I can succeed... so I want to say goodbye to you."

　　 The old elf did not encourage Jenkins or told him that he would do it, but he sighed:

　　 "Knowing that there will be such a day, I didn't expect this day to come so fast. Jenkins, you must visit me again."

　　 "Don't worry, you will. One more thing, I am here this time and I want to invite you to live in the church. You also know the current situation. Now it is not safe anywhere."

"Thank you for your kindness, but for me, it doesn’t make any difference where I live. Jenkins, I’m very happy to meet you. This is my luck and honor. I can meet you in the last period of my life. you."

　　 He stood up while talking, but he didn't mean to see off the guests, but went into the bedroom alone. Soon he walked out again and put a delicate crystal bottle with a thick thumb on the stack of books in front of Jenkins:

　　 "I have nothing to help you. Take this away."

　　 "Is this a potion?"

　　 "Yes, when I accidentally came to the material world, I didn't carry many things on my body. This one was brought out of the blossoming forest. It is the most valuable thing I have ever had in my life."

　　Considering that he had also owned two B-01-1-8381 [Elven Shattered Arrows], the value of this potion is really incredible.

　　 "This is a gift from my grandpa's grandpa's friend, don't worry, it probably hasn't expired yet."

　　 From the point of view of the aura, it does have extraordinary performance. The extremely strong green aura is something Jenkins has never seen before, but it is unclear whether it is the original potion.

　　 "Probably...not expired?"

"Rest assured, this is not for you to drink. This is a bottle of poison. Let's put it this way. If we break this bottle now, we will be centered on our location and within 300 miles (about 482.8 kilometers) in diameter in the next three years. Within a hundred years, it will be covered by highly toxic miasma, and no grass will grow. And if the effects of the miasma are to be completely eliminated, it will take at least a thousand years ago.

　　 Don't underestimate the poisonous mist produced by this potion. For any creature, unless it is a special bloodline like you, even if it is a metal creation, it will theoretically be corroded by the poisonous mist. Moreover, once it is broken, unless there is a god-like force to do it, the consequences will be completely irreversible. "

　　 Jenkins looked at the little bottle that was flashing under the light in surprise, and pulled the eager chocolate to his lap to prevent it from moving:

　　 "How many dangerous things are you hiding... well, it doesn't matter. But what do the elves do with such dangerous things?"

　　 "The prototype of this potion is a very effective herbicide. Later, a potion master tried to modify it to make its effect more obvious."

"He succeeded?"

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 The elf raised his eyebrows.

　　 "Oh, this is amazing. So what happened to that master potionist?"

　　 "After some samples of the potion were taken away by thieves and accidentally used, the potion master was taken away by the Elf Guard. Afterwards, people never saw him again."

　　 This is quite reasonable, and the reason why the old elf and his ancestors did not turn in this potion was because they planned to treat it as a mere antique. Now the elf gave it to Jenkins, and repeatedly warned Jenkins that it is OK to use it in the deception, but never use it in the real world, otherwise Nolan and the entire West Coast will really be gone.

　　 After a short visit, Jenkins found that there was not much to say, so he got up and left. The old elf didn't say much, except for the gift, he also read a little poem for him in Elvish language, the content was to bid farewell to the hero of the expedition.

　　 The old elf wanted to send Jenkins to the door downstairs, so the two talked while walking up the stairs. At this moment, the door downstairs was knocked from outside.

Chapter 2078 Chapter 2047 The farewell of friends

　　 The unexpected knock on the door made the old elf stop alertly, and Jenkins blinked at the door:

　　 "It's Mr. Hood...oh, I mean, it's the young Carmel."

　　 Old Carmel is a friend of the old elves and the biological father of Mr. Hood. A few months ago, Jenkins sacrificed to the first [Elven Shattered Arrow] to defeat the four fallen angels.

　　 In this respect, Jenkins is completely the murderer of Mr. Hood. So he has never mentioned this in front of Mr. Hood, and the old elf has never told Mr. Hood the truth about the death of Old Carmel and the lifting of the family curse.

　　 "Do you want to leave through the window?"

　　 the elf asked Jenkins.

　　 "No, it just so happens that I want to say goodbye to him too."

　　 He is now using Jenkins's face without disguise.

　　 took two quick steps down the stairs, took a breath to adjust his emotions, and then directly opened the door.

　　 The one standing outside the door was naturally Mr. Hood, but he didn’t expect that the stranger who came to see the door was a stranger, but he immediately recognized who the person in front of him was:

　　 "Your Majesty William?"

　　 In Hathaway’s dice game, he knew exactly what Jenkins looked like.

　　 "Good noon, Mr. Hood, don't be surprised next..."

　　 Jenkins said and touched the black and white kitten on his shoulder. The cat stood up from Jenkins's left shoulder, jumped suddenly, and ran from behind his head to his right shoulder.

　　 was originally black and white, but after reappearing from behind the head, it has become a pure white color.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 White Cat Vanilla lay down again.

　　 "Mr. Hood, this is probably the first time I have met you in my real form, right?"

　　 The middle-aged man outside the door thinks he has forgotten how to speak.

　　 In the end, the elf on the stairs asked Mr. Hood to come in quickly, don't open the door and wait for the monster to appear. The elves pulled Mr. Hood, and the three went upstairs again, each finding a seat in the living room full of books.

Mr. Hood still couldn’t believe that Mr. Candle’s true identity was Jenkins Williams. After all, he had received news that most of the followers of the God of Lies were killed and injured yesterday, and King Jenkins Williams was actually the Son of the Sage. , And has been recognized by the Twelve Churches as the savior of this era.

　　 Yesterday, I was sad for a while because I heard of Mr. Candle's death, but soon I thought that Mr. Candle would not die so easily. Although I have now proved the correctness of this idea, and I am sure that I still have the opportunity to repay this gentleman, more shocking facts have emerged.

　　 Actually, think about it carefully. Mr. Candle is Jenkins Williams. It seems that there have been clues, such as Miss Bailing's dice game, such as the cat, such as the detailed information he provided at parties in the past year.

It’s just that Mr. Hood still can’t believe it. A certain corner of his heart thinks this is another clever plan of Mr. Candle. After all, as a member of the believer of lies, Mr. Candle’s strategy is definitely not only a part of the facts. I can guess it. The plan must be as complicated as a cobweb, and at most all I can see is a thread.

　　 But the old elves would not make jokes about this kind of thing. He helped Jenkins to confirm this: the sage son and the new king are the magical Mr. Candle.

　　 For Mr. Hood, that is to say, the mysterious person who broke into his party last fall is really the savior of this era.

　　 "Should I congratulate you on your wedding with Miss Bailing?"

　　 There are too many things in his mind, and Mr. Hood did not expect this to be the first word that popped out of his mouth.

　　 "We are going to get married in Berdylan next summer, and your blessings can be said at that time."

　　 Jenkins smiled, letting the cat who continued to pretend and put on his shoulders to turn back into chocolate. The quiet white cat immediately became lively, until Jenkins pulled it on his lap and barely stopped moving: