The Master of the Strange Realm

Blood beads oozed out from under the skin, symmetrically on both sides, flowing along Jenkins's fairly strong arms to the forearms, and then poured into the golden and red light, and finally two drops of blood touched the arrow and the sin coin at the same time.

It seemed that a towering tree rose from the ground, and countless prayers and cheers exploded in my ears. But when I came to my senses, I saw a half-gold and half-red infinity symbol rising into the air.

Cats, people and elves all looked up there, and the symbol composed of red and golden light seemed to be imprinted in the air.

In the center of the infinity symbol, a white light spot suddenly appeared and was gradually absorbed by the overflowing power. The colorful colors gradually gathered back and were absorbed by the vaguely visible arrow.

Finally, Jenkins stretched out his hand and watched the arrow engraved with green leaves and thin vines slowly fall from the sky. It shone in the dark night, and was quiet and restrained in the violent rainstorm.

The old elf was speechless. Even though he had known for a long time that the blood of the priest was unusual, he could not imagine such a scene.

"Bow."

Jenkins stretched out his hand to him. The elf was stunned for a moment before handing over the bow in his hand. When Jenkins stretched out his hand, the old elf noticed that his hand was also glowing like the arrow.

No, not only his hand was glowing, Jenkins' whole body was glowing. At this moment, the young man in the dark night was like a saint walking in the world. He looked at the elf quietly with purple eyes that he didn't know when. The latter subconsciously took a step back and bowed to salute him.

"Huh? He won't find out that I'm a god, right?"

"Huh? He won't find out that he is actually a descendant of the priest, right?"

The two thought of it at the same time. Jenkins coughed awkwardly, touched his hands, and restored the cut sleeve. The elf said nothing about this, thinking that it was a recovery or weaving ability.

The window had been opened. The elf and Jenkins standing in front of the window could see the dark night sky, the pouring rain, and the occasional colorful lightning that would cut through the sky.

Angels and mortals were fighting in the clouds. The fluctuations of spirits and strange celestial phenomena attracted the attention of most of the city's gift-givers. And Jenkins could see it at a glance. The "treasure" that belonged to him was flying freely in the sky.

He had never learned archery, but the moment he picked up the bow, he instinctively gained knowledge about archery. This body seemed to have gone through countless shooting training and was perfectly adapted to this strange bow.

The power of blood made Jenkins feel at ease, and the ancient inheritance memory of the elves emerged in his heart for the first time.

The golden shadow around him became brighter and brighter, like a dazzling sun in front of the window. Jenkins stretched his back muscles and raised the longbow, and the arrow between his fingertips pointed directly to the sky.

The wind blew. Although there was a strong wind in the original rainstorm, this sudden wind was still different. All the creatures in the sky were subconsciously stunned, as if they were stared at by a strange beast from ancient times.

Squeak~

In the harsh sound, Jenkins pulled the bowstring a little bit. The golden light wrapped up the longbow along the palm, and the silver light shot out from the arrow, as if to compete with the golden light.

All the plants in the city swayed neatly at this moment. In the evergreen forest in the distance, the forest sea made a rustling sound in the rain, as if the elves were singing the ballads of the past.

The wind blew the green leaves all over the city. No one knew why this gentle wind appeared in the dark night of the rainstorm, and no one knew where the huge number of green leaves came from.

The green emblem representing the [Origin of Life] naturally appeared at his feet while Jenkins was drawing the bow, wrapping Jenkins in it like a ritual formation.

The old elf bent down deeply this time, praising the flowers, the elves, and life in a low voice.

Adjusting his breathing, his sharp eyes guided the arrow in his hand to point to the sky; his muscles moved slightly, looking for the right strength to complete the miracle; his spirit was tense, waiting for the final bounce like a tight bowstring.

From where Jenkins stood, flowers, vines and grass leaves grew rapidly on the floor, walls and windowsills. The heavy rain did not destroy these small lives, and even made them erode the city washed by rain like a stubborn disease.

The spirit in the body flowed smoothly into the weapon in his hand, and the golden and silver lights condensed together at this moment.

"I said, it must hit!"

Jenkins said softly, and his purple eyes clearly saw the four angels in four directions, even though most of them were in the clouds.

As a mortal, he did not have the power similar to "Word Spirit", so this sentence was just a psychological hint to himself.

"Meow~"

The cat has the power similar to Word Spirit, and its words really add the power of must hit to Jenkins.

The bowstring was fully pulled, and the bright light gathered on the whole arrow. The dazzling brilliance flashed in the rain like the exploding sun, and the people fighting in the sky looked down at the same time.

The rainstorm stopped at this moment, and the strong wind stopped at this moment. Under the dark night sky filled with flowers and green leaves, a small point of light rose from the ground, and at a speed that seemed to pierce through space, it penetrated the sky like a pillar of heaven in ancient legends.

It seemed that endless brilliance bloomed in the night sky, and the light column slanted upward from the ground, poking a hole in the dark clouds, revealing the quiet night sky behind.

Chapter 1161 Chapter 1142 Archery

The pillar of light that reached the sky remained on the retina of the mortals. This was an illusion, just a shadow left in space when the dazzling arrow was shot out. The main body of the arrow had split into four identical arrows, flying to the four directions of the city.

In the east, the earth angel who was entangled with the angel of [Mother Earth] showed a look of astonishment, and looked at his chest with his faceless face. The bright arrow of light pierced into it and penetrated his back. With this as the center, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the angel's body.

"I see."

The old angel flying opposite nodded, standing still in the air waiting for the angel in front of him to die.

In the west, the air angel who was fighting with the mortal demigod and the son of [Creation and Mechanic Church] was suddenly stunned, pushed away the trident in front of him, flashed past the shadow of the falling star above his head, and turned around to escape from the battlefield.

"rua~"

Miss Knight, standing on the dragon, chanted the dragon language spell loudly, and spewed out red flames with the dragon to stop it. But the angel ignored the flames and broke through the two entangled flames, but was eventually hit by the light arrow and turned into billowing black smoke and fell to the ground.

In the south, the powerful water angel exerted a strong force in the rainy night, but it was still inferior to the young angel in front of him. Fortunately, the young angels lacked combat experience, so the battle between the angels did not appear one-sided.

The moment the pillar of light appeared, the water angel wanted to turn around and leave, but the arrow did not want to attack it at all, but directly penetrated Louise's pure white energy body.

The light of the arrow and the light of the angel intertwined, and Louise's stretched wings became more luxurious, and there were more divine rune patterns on the white robe, and a silver-white chain was wrapped around her white and naked legs.

"In the name of my Lord~"

She raised the holy sword in her hand high, and the white sword light split the clouds.

In the north, the only angel of fire summoned by the Son of God's umbilical cord has not yet escaped because it was targeted by the seal of mortals.

The white arrow of light cut through the void and drilled into the seal. Then, with the sound of glass breaking, the illusory angel of fire fell out of the void, holding his chest. A drop of golden blood flowed from the corner of its mouth, and the blood fell from the sky to the ground. A large piece of twisted and malicious flowers like carnivorous plants immediately emerged from the soil.

"Not dead..."

Jenkins put down the cracked bow in his hand and looked to the north. Because it was summoned by 1/4 of the Son of God's umbilical cord, the angel in the north had the most complete power. Although it was seriously injured, it was not dead.

"It seems I have to do it myself."

He turned his head and looked at the old elf who was bending over and talking:

"I will deal with it myself. I really trouble you this time. I will come to thank you again after this matter is dealt with."

"My pleasure."

The latter said so, and then watched Jenkins pick up the cat and jump out of the window, and then ride the unicorn into the sky.

The night was still very deep. After the other three angels were dealt with, the mortals and angels flying in the air gathered towards the north of the city.

The angel of fire, spitting blood, quietly watched people flying from all directions under the pouring rain at night. Just like its companions, it has no shape or appearance and it is even impossible to tell the gender. The simple robe on his body is somewhat similar to the one on Louise, but it is far less luxurious and exquisite than Louise.

"Come together, I will give you eternal silence with the grand ceremony of killing."

A loud voice announced, holding a golden dagger in its left hand and a silver-white spear in its right hand, its wings flickering as if it could drive the spirit of space to surge like a tide.

"I bloom in the midst of killing, just like a flower at dawn."

It chanted softly, but its low voice could be heard by everyone through the rain. The black light instantly flooded the sky, and even the two angels of the good god had no time to react. With the killing angel as the center, a purple-black sleeping fire lotus was constructed in the air, and the tidal spirit flowed along the trajectory of the flower to the whole city.

The rain was getting heavier.

"It wants to sacrifice everyone in this city!"

Someone shouted, and the mortals and angels immediately cooperated with each other to attack the killing angel.

The purple-black sleeping fire lotus that stretched out from the air was not just a decoration, it was like a domain, limiting the power of the enemies within the coverage of the petals.

Louise and the angels of Mother Earth were the main targets of the Angel of Death. The newborn angel lacked combat experience and was accidentally hit by the silver-white spear and was blown out of the battlefield like a cannonball.

"Are you okay?"

Jenkins, who arrived late, barely caught Louise on the trajectory of the angel's fall. The unicorn retreated several feet in the air due to the strong momentum and barely managed to stabilize its body.

"My Lord~ Sorry, I..."

Her figure was a little illusory, and she looked overdrawn.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have let you go to the battlefield directly today. You have done a good job."

He comforted her softly, and the little angel nodded, with a slightly tired look on her face, but her golden purple heterochromatic eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

"You can rest now. You have worked hard today. Let me take care of it next."

"My Lord~"

The angel nodded quietly, blushed and left Jenkins' arm, saluted him in the air, kissed the back of Jenkins' hand, and turned into a meteor and fell to the ground.

Louise is dead, which is a fact that Jenkins cannot change at present. Therefore, she cannot return to her body to maintain the life of an ordinary person. Jenkins' original intention was to let Louise live in his body, which is the best way at present, but Louise obviously does not want to offend Jenkins, so she chose another place to live.

Looking down at the direction where the little angel fell, Jenkins nodded with relief. Holding the warm white holy sword in his hand, he raised his head and looked at the battlefield ahead.

Removing the disguise on his body, he was then exposed to the night sky as Jenkins Williamette.

"This time, let's try to solve the problem with our real identity."

He let the unicorn carry him a little closer, and after confirming the current situation, he stood up slightly and reminded:

"You will fly farther with the chocolate later, so as not to be affected."

"Ang~"

The little beast responded happily, and then felt a lightness on his back, and the man jumped directly off its back.

Jenkins, who was falling vertically, closed his eyes and spread his limbs, feeling the power of wind and rain.

"May the sage bless me, and the power of books illuminate my way forward."

He chanted in a low voice, and his body emitted a faint golden light as he prayed.

Chapter 1162 Chapter 1143 The Son of God Falls

The wind was whistling, and in mid-air, when the falling Jenkins finished reading this sentence, the warmth on his forehead reached its peak. According to the feeling in the Evergreen Forest last month, Jenkins guided the power on his forehead to flow to his whole body.

Right below him, the golden divine ritual array emerged in its entirety, and as Jenkins fell through this layer of golden circular pattern that did not exist in the eyes of ordinary people, the mortal Jenkins once again gained the power from the sage.

His clothes changed from casual clothes to white sacrificial robes, and a heavy book appeared in his empty right hand. His left hand took out a golden scepter from the void, and his falling posture also stopped with the emergence of the power of the Son of God.

"Why does it look so much like a magical girl's transformation?"

He thought in his heart, looking down at his body that seemed to be burning with golden flames, and then turned into a ray of light that shot straight at the huge sleeping fire lotus blooming in the sky.

"Jenkins!"

Finally someone noticed the golden light rushing behind him, Miss Befanna shouted in surprise, and then saw the golden figure breaking the petals in the air like a spear, and flew straight to the angel in the center.

Another Son of God present had also tried to break through the defense just now, but his strength was a little insufficient. Now seeing the pagan son of God rushing towards the angel easily, he actually doubted for a moment whether he was really favored by God.

Jenkins could not care what others were thinking. Too many things happened in this long day. The night had fallen for too long. It was time to end it all.

"Mortal, what do you want to do?"

The angel could see Jenkins's true nature, but the power of the sage covered Jenkins' soul. Facing the young writer in white robes, the seriously injured killing angel did not find out what he was at the first time.

"Angel, the mortal world does not belong to you, you should go back."

The son of God raised his scepter. With the infusion of the sage's power, the golden light spread around the sky like ripples. Wherever the light went, the dark clouds dissipated, revealing the clear night sky and the bright double moons.

"Mortals are ignorant and cannot see the coming catastrophe; my Lord is merciful and uses killing to help mortals avoid disasters."

The angel also raised his silver-white spear and said without sadness or joy. Because of the serious injury, it is now completely out of human form, standing in the air in an indescribable sacred posture. The angel is now close to the limit of the faceless form that Jenkins can understand, which is the true posture of the killing angel.

"So, what is the disaster at the end of the era?"

The Son of God asked loudly, and the power of the body was concentrated at one point.

"Mortals are ignorant and covet knowledge that does not belong to them!"

The angel scolded, pointing the spear in his hand at Jenkins.

"This is really the most perfect stage."

Under the attention of the demigods and angels, Jenkins sighed in his heart under the starry sky. He looked down at the lights of Nolan's homes, looked in the direction of home, and looked at the cats and unicorns in the distance.

"I am not alone. Even if I don't belong here, I will eventually find the meaning of my existence in this world."

The spear and the scepter collided, and silver and golden sparks bloomed. The Sleeping Fire Lotus completely shrank back to the feet of the angel, and under Jenkins' feet, the young sapling reappeared with the infusion of the sage's power.

"This..."

Only the angel nearby felt the same essence from this power as the arrow just now.

"You are..."

It finally understood.