The Master of the Strange Realm

"Since you can possess [Stranger], how is it possible that every recipient dies miserably? This is not a curse on one's own ability."

Jenkins didn't believe a word in the story at all. He flipped through it hastily and then turned his attention to the simple drawing on the cover.

This is the only painting in the book, and if there could be a valuable clue, it could only be here.

The lonely man in the painting has his back to the outside of the book and faces the vast snowy sky. In the distance are the winding mountains, with nothing around except falling snow.

After touching the book with his hand, he didn't feel that there was a mezzanine in the book. Jenkins admitted that he couldn't find any clues at the moment, but he felt very humiliated by admitting it like this.

"Anyway..."

So find a way to change the subject.

"In short, now we need someone to sacrifice. And among the three of us, you are the most suitable. After all, you want to die, but Mr. Siam Nord and I don't want to die yet."

This is a strong argument, and of course the old man Lensam will not agree with this argument. He huddled against the wall, giggling, looking at Jenkins like a madman.

"I am not willing to accept it, even if you sacrifice me, I will not be willing to accept it. I lost to you just because fate chose you instead of me. I did not lose to you, but to fate. I Not willing to give in."

"Leansam, you..."

The old elf hesitated to speak, and finally sighed deeply. He jumped down from the bookshelf as quickly as a monkey, and then walked into his bedroom with his hands behind his back.

Not long after, he took out a delicate and slender box folded from cardboard, and Jenkins could see the red and blue aura filled with it.

"B-01-1-8381 [Elf's Arrow of Destruction] cannot come into contact with any metal, so it is very troublesome to save it. I originally planned to take it into my tomb, so that even if I cannot return to my hometown, I will not be able to return to my hometown. It’s like I’ve died in a foreign land, and I’ll leave it to you now.”

He thrust the box into Jenkins' hands, and then walked towards his old friend without looking back, with a sad look on his face:

"Lensam, I will only ask you once, was the little Franky who went on the expedition with you thirty years ago also killed by you?"

"Yes, he persuaded me not to kill anyone, so he was the first one to be sent to eternal rest."

"But that's your son..."

"I have lived for so many years and left countless descendants, but none of them can die well. Even if I don't kill him, he will die of his damn fate sooner or later. I have done a good thing. Regarding this matter , I have a clear conscience.”

Jenkins looked down at the box in his hand and was no longer willing to continue listening. Listening to a madman would only waste his time.

"Do you really think this is a good thing? Even if you break his right arm, pierce his left chest with a sharp sword, and let him lie alone in the ancient tomb with the exit sealed, is this still a good thing?"

The old elf asked again through gritted teeth.

Chapter 1158 Chapter 1139 Jenkins’s Awakening

"Of course this is a good thing. As his father, I have the responsibility to get him out in advance, and he blocked my way... huh? How do you know his situation?"

As Lensam was talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The old elf snorted and then replied:

"Because he is still alive, yes, your son is still alive. He crawled out of the tomb with all his strength, and it took more than ten years to recuperate his body. Last week, I helped Jenkins find information about [Whip of the Dead] I happened to meet him at that time. After so many years, I almost didn’t recognize him.

He is now a good person, has his own business, and is a completely honest person as a gifter. He even wants to help me deal with the cultists. I talked with him about what happened thirty years ago, but he just told me about his miserable situation, but he was unwilling to tell me who did all this. I originally just made a guess, but I didn't expect it was really you..."

Because the old elf had his back to Jenkins, he couldn't see the complex expression of the old elf. But what happened here today was completely like the stories in those so-called knight novels. Even if other things happened again, Jenkins didn't think he would be surprised.

"He's still alive, where is he?"

The old man asked quickly, his face turning red.

"He's there~"

As the old elf spoke, he turned around and pointed at Jenkins. Jenkins opened his mouth wide, and his shock surged in like a tide.

"Jenkins, you're blocking me, not you."

"Ah, that's it, okay."

He walked away hastily, letting the old elf point to an empty space in the room.

"He is still in this city. I will not tell you where he lives. You will never know it in your life. Jenkins, do it. The four angels outside are still waiting."

"OK."

As Jenkins spoke, he took off the pocket watch chain that could predict good or bad luck from Alexia's lady's pocket watch, and then wrapped it around the arrow shaft in a spiral shape. The arrow shaft itself was engraved with fine runes of various colors, and now it was wrapped with a silver chain, making it look even more extraordinary.

"At least tell me his current situation, otherwise I will die in peace."

"If you don't close your eyes, for the sake of being a friend, I will help you close your eyes."

The old elf responded unceremoniously, and then signaled to Jenkins that he could take action.

Jenkins came to the old man who was sitting on the ground with an arrow in his hand, holding the arrow shaft with his right hand and letting the arrow tip rush down.

"I usually don't like to say extra words before I take action, but today's situation is special, I allow you to leave a last word."

He pointed the arrow tip at the old man's heart, ready to stab it at any time.

The old man stared at Jenkins in a daze, but he was not observing him, but trying to see the old elf behind him. His eyes moved to the arrow in disbelief, and he opened his mouth to continue to curse, but he didn't know what to say.

The emotion of helplessness rarely surged into the heart of this thousand-year-old old man. He knew that he might really usher in the long-awaited death today. Thinking of this, he actually felt a little relieved.

"Since you said you understand my feelings, then can you tell me, how do you see your future?"

Ryan Sam finally asked this question.

Jenkins hesitated. He didn't want to answer, but changed his mind before he started:

"Whether I was lonely in the past or not, I will change now. I don't understand, even if you are cursed, have you really never tried to fall in love with someone for thousands of years?"

"I tried, and she died."

"Then you are really pitiful... But I have changed my mind. Although I still know that I don't belong here, I will try to accept it all. Although fate always likes to play jokes on everyone, people can always find their own way to survive."

He silently recalled the people he knew in this world, and thought of the inexplicable sadness that often appeared.

"Listen, although you are annoying and annoying, as the one who is sending you away, I want to give you some advice. We are all lonely, but I have the courage to accept my fate, instead of lamenting alone and wasting time living a melancholy life. Maybe your fate of being punished by God is very sad, but at least you are still alive, and most of the time you live well; God may not want to punish you, but just want you to see some truths clearly. Do you know? Every peaceful day of mortal life is a miracle made up of countless miracles. You should be grateful that you can live smoothly, instead of relying on other people's lives to try to get what you shouldn't get."

"Don't you also want to rely on my life to get power that doesn't belong to you now?"

Old man Ryan Sam asked in amazement. Jenkins' words sounded reasonable at first, but when you think about it carefully, it's just sophistry.

"No, you use other people's lives to get power for yourself, and I use them to save the whole city. This is the difference between us... probably."

Jenkins has never been a person who is good at persuading others. The words just now are his limit.

"In the end, you are just, oh..."

The old man looked at the arrow that pierced his chest, and looked at the serious-looking young man in front of him in disbelief.

"Sorry, I said I would only give you one last word, and now you have said too much."

The cold arrow wrapped with a silver pocket watch chain in his hand pierced the old man's chest, and the clothes seemed to be non-existent, without hindering the penetration of the arrow at all.

Jenkins felt as if he had pierced a thin layer of paper with a sharp knife, and as the arrow sank in, the originally cold arrow actually became warm.

The runes engraved on the arrow shaft began to light up one by one from the part that entered the old man's blood/flesh, and the silver chain that was just casually wrapped around it actually climbed up the arrow shaft automatically, and finally seemed to be integrated into it, making the arrow a metal and wooden material.

The rune lock of the pocket watch chain was integrated into the fine pattern, and the ancient runes that the arrow shaft originally had were added to the lock. The two complement each other, but they are both tacitly absorbing power from the old man's body.

Ryan Sam Kamel looked at Jenkins like this, his face turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. He seemed to be accelerated by the power of time, wrinkles appeared on his face, and age spots appeared on the back of his hands and neck.

"This is really..."

His voice gradually became hoarse and low, and at this time the old elf behind Jenkins came over to send this old friend off for the last time.

PS: This chapter is pending review, the reason is illegal insults...so I added pinyin.

Chapter 1159 Chapter 1140 Fusion

Even though he had just vowed not to tell anyone about the situation of Ryan Sam's son, seeing that his old friend was about to reach his last moment, the old elf still told him the last news with a soft heart:

"Your son is alive and well... Although he lost an arm, he used other methods to equip himself with a prosthesis. He lives a decent life. Although he has not yet started a family, he has his own career. He has thrown away the name you gave him. I can't tell you what his name is, but I can tell you the code name between him and his friends. He is a good man, different from you, he is really a good man who cares about his friends... He is now called Mr. Hood."

"Uh~"

The dying old man struggled and cried out, not because he was moved and sad, but because Jenkins' hand holding the arrow shook violently, causing severe pain in his wound.

Jenkins tried hard to control the expression on his face, and tried not to think about Mr. Hood. But at least what the old elf said just now was right. Mr. Hood is indeed a person who cares about his friends-although he is a little too face-conscious.

"Jenkins Redanput William."

As if a wish had been fulfilled, the expression on the old man's face was much relieved. He looked at Jenkins again, at the young man who put him to death.

"I don't know if you were lying to me just now, but after talking to you for so long, I understand that you and I are the same kind of lonely people... If what you just said is true, if you are really a stranger independent of this era, then live well. Life is only once. I have lived for so long, and I want to die every second, but now I am afraid of death. I curse you to be lonely forever, I wish you can find happiness, I curse everyone around you to suffer misfortune, I wish you can find the meaning of life in your short life, I curse you..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, until the end he did not finish what he wanted to say. I think at the last moment of his life, his heart must be very complicated. Jenkins knew that he must hate himself very much, but he also sympathized with the [Stranger] with the same fate.

The arrow in his hand burst into a dazzling pure white light. It was like the most greedy blood-sucking worm, sucking everything from Ryan Sam Kamel. In the end, only a layer of white ash was left on the wall, which barely outlined a tall and thin human figure.

Jenkins looked at the arrow in his hand, which looked like a silver work of art, with some fear. The old elf was still sad for the death of his friend. Although this friend was crazy and bad, the two had known each other for more than a hundred years after all. He died like this, and the old elf couldn't help but feel sad.

"This kind of arrow is forbidden even among elves. Except for offering it to the great as a sacrifice, under normal circumstances, any elf who uses this kind of arrow without authorization is equivalent to throwing a steam bomb into the city hall in human society. I don't know how this one fell into the material world. You have to seize the opportunity. There is only one arrow, but there are four angels."

The elf sniffed, apologized to Jenkins, and then turned to get the handkerchief on the table. Jenkins believed that the old elf must be very depressed at this time, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"I'm sure that if you use this arrow, it will definitely hurt the angel, but I'm not sure if it can really cause fatal damage to the angel. But in any case, it's worth a try. I can lend you my bow."

"It will be useful, it will definitely be useful."

Jenkins sighed and stood up, then looked out the window at the dark night in the dim room. The night has fallen unknowingly, but this doesn't mean anything to Nolan, who has been in a rainstorm all day.

Pushing open the window, the strong wind immediately rushed in with raindrops. The ashes of Ryan Sam Kamel's body were blown away in the strong wind, but they did not float in the house. Instead, they flew out of the window in a trajectory that did not conform to the rules of fluid motion, leaving no trace.

Jenkins touched the well-behaved cat, took out his last [Seed of Blasphemy], and then kissed the coin directly regardless of its casting material.

Holding the arrow in his left hand and the sin coin in his right hand, flames gushed out of his arms. When the arrow touched the coin, the flames wrapped the two together.

Even the old elf who was watching nearby could not see what was happening in the center of the flame, but he could feel that a different power was brewing in Jenkins' hands.

The flames in the man's hands completely covered the light of the candles in the four corners of the room. The flames swirled around his arms, swaying like a flying snake. The flames gradually left Jenkins' sleeves, but the intersection of the left and right sides was still at the intersection of the two hands.

Gradually, the flying flames completely illuminated the entire room, turning the faces of Jenkins, the old elf, and Chocolate red. The flames turned and wrapped around the arms, and finally formed a symbol representing infinity.

The center of the infinity symbol was the arrow and the sin coin, and a small white light spot was brewing in it.

The normal way to add power to this arrow is to overlap the sin coin with the arrow. Jenkins' unusual method was unheard of by the old elf.

But just as he didn't care why Jenkins called himself a "stranger" just now, he didn't care where Jenkins got this strange method. After all, the blood of the sacrifice is noble, mysterious, and powerful. Unless Jenkins now claims to be a god in front of his flying sky, the old elf will not be surprised by any action taken by Jenkins.

"Huh?"

But he was immediately surprised. A ball of bright golden light flew out of Jenkins' pocket. It was the final crystallization of the power of the Son of God. It entered the flames and merged with the fiery red infinite symbol.

The moment the two came into contact, the radiant golden light spread along the rotating flame infinite symbol, but did not completely replace the fiery red with gold, but perfectly merged with it.

The elf swore that he had never seen such a dazzling and brilliant color in his long thousand-year life. The bursting gold and fiery red seemed to be rejoicing for the birth of new power. It represented the symbol of infinity and symbolized a huge source of power.

"Ah~"

Jenkins' forehead was throbbing with veins. He bent down slightly, lowered his arms, and tried to use his own strength to bring the sin coin and arrow together. Because when the ball of divine degraded energy merged into the flame, the two objects in the left and right hands seemed to have the same magnetic poles added to them, repelling each other with great repulsive force.

PS: In the world line where the time traveler is not there, if:

The elf will not know Jenkins Williamette. After meeting Mr. Hood, he does not need to be busy looking for the [Whip of the Dead], so he has time to match Ryan Sam and Mr. Hood. The time of the meeting is the day when the angel fell. Ryan Sam Kamel is willing to sacrifice for his children, and the old elf died of exhaustion in order to shoot that arrow. Mr. Hood inherited everything from them, including [Stranger].

In addition: Because of the plot bug, the "If" before Chapter 792 has been modified, refresh to view. The story of Mr. Birchwood will be explained in the following chapters.

Chapter 1160 Chapter 1141 Drawing the Bow

The repulsive force in his hand is very strong, which reminds Jenkins of the fusion of [Purification Candle] and [Endless Fire] a long time ago. A similar situation occurred at that time. But that experience cannot be used as a reference. At this time, Jenkins can only use brute force to force the two together. In the eyes of the cat and the elf, it is as if he is bending over and pressing the red and gold infinity symbol to the ground.

"Use your blood!"

Although the old elf could not understand what was happening for the time being, his long life had brought him countless knowledge and experience.

"What should I use to cut my skin and bite the tip of my tongue with my teeth?"

Jenkins frowned and shouted loudly, with each of his hands exerting force.

"Meow~"

The cat was eager to try, but the old elf had already walked to Jenkins' side one step ahead. Because the burst of fire was like a buzzing saw, Jenkins did not hear clearly what the old elf was mumbling when he approached with the silver ritual dagger, but only vaguely heard that he seemed to be confessing and praying.

"I'm sorry."

He said softly to Jenkins, then cut off the young writer's two sleeves with the dagger, and opened a shallow wound on the upper end of each arm.