The Master of the Strange Realm

"Who among the bestowers in the material world does not know about this star of destiny? The appearance of the purple star of destiny indicates the change of the era and the arrival of the final day. This is the accurate information that people can find in ancient books and stone tablets. Description. Everyone is saying that the emergence of the new god and his followers are probably inseparable from the end of the Eighteenth Century."

Jenkins said, missing the cat he hadn't seen all afternoon.

"Then do you know that in addition to the [Star of Destiny], that star is also called the [Star of Disaster] in ancient documents?"

Captain Binsi asked again.

"Of course, after all, it indicates the coming of disaster, so it is not surprising that it is named [Star of Disaster]."

This is what dad said.

"Then do you agree with this statement?"

Captain Binsi asked, reaching out to get the cigarette case, but stopped abruptly. Jenkins guessed that he might be quitting smoking.

"I probably agree."

He replied uncertainly.

"But I don't agree. Although the Star of Destiny does guide disasters, the occurrence of disasters has nothing to do with it. It has clearly provided guidance for us mortals, but it still has to be called the messenger of disaster. For the stars, Isn’t it a little unfair?”

Captain Binsey asked.

"It's a bit unfair... What you mean is that although believers in lies often appear in various accidents and disasters, they are not the initiators of those events, so their appearance and disasters are Is it unfair to be linked together?”

"Yes, I do think so. Although some of those people are indeed hateful, such as the black robes and the twin demons, we cannot ignore that they have helped Nolan many times when he faced threats. Although they are As a scribe of the Church I should not say such things, but I think they are innocent."

“Believers of lies are innocent?”

Jenkins looked at the middle-aged man, who was still looking at the night sky calmly.

"At least innocent most of the time."

Captain Binsi nodded with a melancholy look on his face.

"This idea is really interesting. Sometimes I think that the world can be more peaceful without this group of people. Don't tell strangers like me your thoughts like this again, otherwise you will be suspected of being a believer of the God of Lies or their accomplices.”

Jenkins made a little joke.

"Without this group of people, there would be that group of people. Without believers of lies, there would still be believers of murder. The end of the 18th century did not appear because of these talents. This group of people only stood in the city because of the times. They did not It is the times that push them forward... In fact, it is already very good now. These people who are powerful and wise and like to hide their identities are really not bad people with heinous crimes. Is there anything worse than this? Good result?"

Speaking of this, Captain Binsi himself laughed.

Jenkins thought about what he said and felt that it made sense.

"You are right. Although their arrival heralds disaster, it is indeed unfair to attribute all disasters to them. I think believers of lies will be very happy if they hear these words from you."

Jenkins said, Captain Binsi immediately looked at him suspiciously:

"You just said that you are a believer of the sage. Can you prove your identity by praying to the sage?"

Because of Jenkins' words, he became suspicious of the identity of the man in front of him. In fact, his suspicions were correct, but they were also wrong. Jenkins was considered a believer in lies, but he was not a believer in lies at all.

"Praise the sage, may your light illuminate my path forward."

Jenkins recited a prayer in a low voice and skillfully drew the Holy Emblem on his chest. Captain Binsi nodded:

"Young man, I also give you the words I just said. Don't say such words casually outside, otherwise others will suspect your identity."

"But even if they are suspected, what's the big deal? Although those people are bad, they are not completely bad. I would rather believe that they are heroes who walk with disasters."

"hero?"

Captain Binsi repeated suspiciously, turning to look at Jenkins, only to find that he was facing the sunset, half of his face was covered in light, and half of his face was hidden in darkness.

"Even heroes are heroes of darkness. Heroes who are accompanied by disasters are never recognized. People like peace. Don't appreciate them, they are not good people."

Captain Binsi corrected, not wanting the stranger in front of him to worship a believer in lies.

"You're right, people like peace."

Jenkins sighed and turned to look at the sunlight before the sun set. His shadow fell on the wall, swaying as his clothes were blown by the wind.

"No one likes disasters, but there are always people who have to face disasters. I will not worship believers of lies. If possible, they probably don't want to go with disasters..."

(End of this volume)

Chapter 1456 Chapter 1433 The call before the campfire

Returning to Loen that evening, Jenkins confirmed that the fifth gem of the "Disaster Document" had appeared, and then opened the book he got from Mr. White Birch's house. After using the method given by Mr. White Cat to solve the puzzle, As expected, he got the unique ability that points to the emblem of the savior.

Sometimes he could feel it, as if there was an invisible hand controlling his destiny. Everything he did in this world seemed to have been arranged already.

But just like what his divination teacher Miss Audrey said, the inevitable combination of fate is accidental. If Jenkins had not been meddlesome in participating in many disasters in the past month and a half, even if he got the book, he would not be able to obtain the above abilities.

While he lamented his fate, he also thought worriedly that this was already the seventh savior emblem. With the last two coins, all the savior qualifications appeared, but he was not ready to face the final day.

I originally planned to hold a ceremony in Loen to learn this ability, but after thinking about it, I decided to go to Nolan to do it. All other abilities were learned at Nolan, and Jenkins didn’t want to break this tradition.

So after dinner and bidding farewell to the ladies at the manor, Jenkins returned home with the cat he had "abandoned" all afternoon. Instead of staying in the city, he flew directly to the Augustus Family Cemetery on the outskirts of the city on the Unicorn.

It was so remote that no one except Jenkins had ever been there since Mr. Augustus's death. Through his relationship with the Sage Church, Jenkins hired professionals from the [Church of Death and Doomsday] to regularly maintain the place, so the cemetery was not abandoned.

He stood for a while in front of the tomb of Mr. Augustus, and then came to the small abandoned cemetery under the light of the double moon.

It's still the same here. The tombkeeper's hut collapsed after a heavy snowstorm last winter. It's almost summer now. Weeds have grown on the ruins, and the broken beams are also covered with moss.

I gathered some dry firewood in the nearby woods and built a bonfire in the cemetery.

Jenkins sat down with his hands on the ground, looked at the bonfire and thought about a lot of things, and then made up his mind not to waste time.

"Chocolate, go to the side and don't wander around. I will take you back soon."

He hugged the cat and put it on the grass aside. The cat barked at Jenkins, and then it walked obediently into the nearby darkness. Its two eyes were like two glowing green gas lamps in the dark night. Jenkins was happy that his cat was so sensible.

Turning to face the bonfire, Jenkins added some firewood to it, and then took out the letter he brought from Loen from his pocket. On the letter paper, there was a simple human shape that he had drawn with a pencil in advance. He tore the human shape out according to those pencil marks and threw it into the fire.

The sound of crackling firewood spread far in the quiet night. Jenkins waited in silence for a long time before singing a song from eternity in Elvish language:

"A field of blooming rhododendrons,

The brave people bid farewell to the girl and went to a distant place.

Their stories are thrilling,

That is a legend that has been passed down through the ages.

savior, savior,

The savior of every age.

You fought bravely,

You are indomitable.

sacrifice, blood;

Legends, stories.

The long river of time leaves traces,

Your voices echo in the epic.

..."

His voice was low and melodious. Although Jenkins was not good at music, this beautiful ancient ballad, sung in the same elegant and ancient Elvish language, still reminded the cats of the past stories.

The song echoed in the mountains, and the shadow of Jenkins, sitting alone in front of the campfire, swayed slightly with the sway of the flames. Chocolate looked at the back of the solo man, hoping that he could sing a little longer.

But the guests at the bonfire soon stopped the singing. As the bonfire danced, a man sitting cross-legged on the ground appeared on Jenkins' left side.

He wore thick silver-white armor, but the armor was covered with mud and blood. The helmet was placed next to the body, revealing the rough face with a scar. His hair was the color of dead grass and messy, as if he hadn't washed it for several days.

The eyes were one big and one small, as if they had been injured, and the scar under the left eye almost split the lower eyelid into two pieces. But his eyes were very bright, with flames jumping in those eyes, and those eyes seemed to be able to see through all the fog, those eyes were firm.

He placed his sword on the leg where he had not taken off his armor, and wiped it with a rag. The sword was very beautiful. The luster of the metal contrasted well with the dirt of the armor itself. It was definitely a sword with infinite power.

Engraved on the sword was a short sentence written in ancient language. Jenkins tried to translate it, and then discovered that he had learned this language from his father:

[Eldavin-Flandis].

"Griffin in the rain?"

he asked.

"Yes, gryphon in the rain, this is Gundels' family motto."

The strange man replied, his voice low and hoarse, which made Jenkins unconsciously think of the hissing of a poisonous snake.

"I'm sorry, my throat was seriously injured. I was attacked by two sewage murlocs with harpoons in the sewers of Fort Wengebu, and my speech has been like this ever since."

He said, picking up his sword from his lap with his right hand. The shiny sword body reflects the light of the campfire. Jenkins likes such cold weapons very much. Although he also has a sword, it cannot have such a color because it is not completely made of metal.

"Nice to meet you. I thought that after my death, this ability would be lost. I didn't expect that the next generation of saviors would still appear. I think this inheritance will not be interrupted. What connects us is the bond. This is not simple justice, this is mission.”

He slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard, and the clanging sound of the sword being sheathed was unusually pleasant.

"This is a really good sword."

Jenkins couldn't help but admire.

"Yes, this is the sword that the dwarves forged using ancient techniques and a piece of mithril after I helped the dwarf craftsmen in Ironforge City repel the orcs who were attacking the city. This sword has almost no power when used to kill people. But it is the nemesis of any extraordinary creature. I once used it to chop off the head of an ancient red dragon, and also used it to fight the ancient flame demon in the magma hell. Later, in the battle of the valley, it was killed by the sheep head. The Tempered Black Steel Greatsword of the Demon Supervisor was broken, but the witches later helped me repair it and gave it more power."

He said with a slight smile on his face, as if he was recalling the long past.

The simple words revealed a thrilling story of a man's life. Jenkins listened quietly. Although he yearned for a peaceful life, he liked such legendary stories.

Chapter 1457 Chapter 1434 The answers

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not worthy of admiration. I've been drifting with the flow all my life and only doing what I want to do. But when I look back at these things, I realize that I have saved so many people. . Since you can see me here, it means that you have also accomplished great things. We are the same. Although we have spanned thousands of years, you are also a hero."

The stranger in front of the campfire had a slight smile on his face.

"No, I am not a hero. Most of the things I do are utilitarian. I am good at using true lies to deceive others. I spend most of my time facing people with a false face."

In the face of such a legend, Jenkins did not choose to lie, but acted more sincerely.

"In order to get the clans in the southern kingdom to agree to send troops, I used spells to coerce the young sons of the clan elders; in order to defeat the vampires in the palace, I also pretended to be a noble, mingled at the cocktail parties of the upper class, and danced with the ladies. But it doesn’t matter, I’m still called a hero and I’ve even done more outrageous things.”

The man said, placing the scabbarded sword next to his helmet, and looked at the bonfire with Jenkins:

"Heroes are not saints. In fact, there are no saints in this world. Even the Sons of God who are closest to God are not perfect saints. I once took an adventure with a Son from the Church of the Holy God of the Stars. I’ve seen him do a lot of outrageous things.”

"The Holy Son is not a saint. I know this because I am the Holy Son... Which god is the [Holy God of the Stars]? I have never heard of the name of this great one. Oh. "If it's not convenient to say it, there's no need to answer this question. I know there are some things that can't be said."

"[The Holy God of the Stars] was the righteous god who held the starry sky priesthood in my era. If you haven't heard of his name, it means that he found a successor, and then inherited the collapsed era and became the master. I think now In this era, there should be a righteous god with the priesthood of [Starry Sky], and you can equate the authority of these two."

"Um?"

It took Jenkins a long time to realize what he said, and then he began to suspect that this was his dream. This was the secret he had been pursuing.

"The Lord is the Righteous God..."

"I know what you are surprised about, but from the look on your face, you may have guessed something before. Some things cannot be said easily, but I have died long ago, and what I am talking to you now is just an imprint. I don’t need to be afraid of those weak rules, but that’s all I can say. I believe you can guess the meaning of these words. The difference between masters and gods is not as big as people think.”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to add firewood to the bonfire, and the flames became even more intense.

"My long adventurous life has allowed me to know most of the secrets of that era. If I can help you, I hope to tell you all the secrets I have, but the rules restrict this. You say you are the Holy Son? This is very strange. Unusual. Generally speaking, this ability only selects those unknown people who are drowned in history to master it, and let them carry the burden forward. Those people are the most suitable... Is it the end of the era now? "

The ancient hero suddenly asked, his voice still so low.

"Yes, it is the end of the eighteenth century, and the signs of disaster are already appearing."

Jenkins nodded, and the man immediately raised his head and easily spotted the purple star.

"Star of Destiny? So that's it. The appearance of [Hero] this time turns out to be the savior. That's it."

He said in a tone of realization, and then looked at Jenkins seriously:

"So, young man, the responsibility you will bear will be heavier than me and heavier than all previous heroes. The savior at the end of the era will determine the future destiny of generations. You must use it carefully. With your own strength, you must also beware of other saviors. You will enter the most brutal battle."

"Actually, I have...forget it."

Jenkins was not an extraneous matter. He carefully thought about the incredible information he had just received and found that he was not that surprised after all. All of this was logical and only this explanation was reasonable.

A suitable successor to the position of righteous god will realize the change of righteous god, but this will not leave too many traces in the history books. The departure of the true god gives the false god the possibility of rising, but...

"Isn't this the reason why the true gods use their clones to form a new god? But wouldn't this result in a long-term monopoly of the priesthood? Now is the end of the era, and I wonder which true god will leave this time, and which false god will take over..."

Jenkins was full of thoughts, and it took him a long time to return to the conversation with the stranger: