The Master of the Strange Realm

Chapter 1789 Chapter 1760 Return of Thunder and Lightning

At this moment, the world seemed to have become a sea of ​​electric light. In an instant, lightning became a chain, flowing in every falling raindrop. The electric light forms a power grid, and every drop of rain is a node. The center of the huge power grid is the small hammer. Jenkins, who originally looked relaxed, couldn't help but look up and squinted at the arc surging deep in the sky:

"I knew that as long as there was the suffix 'god' in the name, it would definitely not be a simple item."

When he was looking for information on the clock and the mechanical heart, Jenkins also looked up information on this hammer. But the first two can find clues in the secret library behind the Gate of All Things. Only the hammer has no clue at all. This in itself shows how terrifying C-08-2-5930 [Thunder God's Wrath] is.

At this moment, facing the man holding the hammer high and flying uncontrollably into the sky, while the restless spirits and surging energy around him had reached their limit, Jenkins took out the cat from his arms and threw it into the distance, then took out his cane and slammed it Jump.

At this moment, the thunder fell, and the white light burst out in an instant, turning the dark night into day for a short time. The rumbling thunder refused to dissipate for a long time, and the black electric light even made people in the distance feel paralyzed. All the magnets in Nolan and the surrounding areas failed in a short five seconds, and even the battlefield on the side of the Mist Giant paused for a moment because of this terrifying thunderstorm.

The thunder ended but the lightning did not dissipate. From where Jenkins had been just now, a deep indentation on the ground showed where Jenkins had gone.

The demigod of the Gear Craftsmen Guild dropped the hammer tremblingly to the ground. Using this blow at extreme overload, the aftermath almost turned the entire city into a white field. But after all, there were some scruples, so in the end it only caused all the buildings on the street facing the attack to collapse. Because of the high concentration of lightning, a deep pit with lightning still jumping appeared on the ground within a radius of twenty feet. .

The rain is still falling, and soon the deep pit will be filled with rainwater. Fortunately, there are no gas pipes under this street, otherwise the impact caused by just now would definitely not be as simple as light and shadow.

But the holder of the hammer was still worried and followed the drag marks on the ground, watching it crash through three streets and then stop in the garden of a huge mansion.

Jenkins, who was still smoking, stood up on the lawn of the mansion garden. Under deliberate protection, his black coat had almost turned into rags, but at least his shirt and trousers were still intact. He stood on the lawn and exhaled slowly, with white smoke coming out of his mouth:

"let me tell you."

Jenkins looked at the man who descended from the sky and followed him. Although his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, he could still identify:

"From your attack, I learned the power of thunder and lightning. Although I didn't acquire the relevant abilities, I was able to at least master some skills in controlling thunder and lightning - I plan to tell the church this in a while."

"Don't you think I don't have the strength to kill you now? Are you still standing firm?"

The man in black formal clothes asked, he had recovered from the exhaustion of the blow just now:

"We have investigated you. You have been a gifter for at most one year. Even if you are protected by the items given by the church, how many ways do you still have to save your life?"

He seems to have misunderstood why Jenkins survived.

"You are not a demigod. I don't know how the demigods who have truly found their way to promotion on their own are different from ordinary gifters. Don't hold on. If there were no additional items to protect you, the blow just now should have killed you. Are your internal organs cooked? The gifter who controls the life force is indeed so terrifying. He can stand up with such an injury. If I were not sure that you were still an ordinary person a year ago, I would even doubt that you are the world... .”

He did not continue to use the hammer, but took out a very small gear from his pocket. It was an ordinary metal object, but as the mantra was recited, a dim spiritual light attached to it.

Jenkins recognized that this was a very common conjuration ability [Metal Explosion], specifically to make metal objects explosive. This ability can only be learned by gifters of level 6 or above, and the power of the explosion is very powerful, at least comparable to the inferior explosion spell that Jenkins once used.

"Don't you use that hammer? Sure enough, you were injured by the use just now."

He said this deliberately, already prepared how to fight back, and even ran to the edge of the battlefield. Although he knew he was sure to win, he always felt a little uncomfortable if he didn't follow his ideas.

"Don't deliberately provoke me, it's useless."

With a flick of the demigod's finger, the metal piece flew towards Jenkins, but at the same time as the explosion, the man holding the hammer actually found ice chips flying everywhere. He frowned and threw a handful of iron powder into the rain. The iron powder did not fall to the ground, but floated strangely behind the dust from the explosion:

"not dead?"

Knowing that people from the church will appear soon, no matter how confident you are, you don’t dare to delay. Repeating the old trick, he jumped upwards and at the same time, he held the [Thunder God's Wrath] high and summoned the black thunder to strike down again.

But this time, when thunder and lightning flashed across, Jenkins jumped up from the ground.

[Power of Titan]!

He made a virtual fist with his right hand and "caught" the black lightning in the air. After landing lightly, his body shifted slightly to the side and back, with the center of gravity downward and his right elbow backward. The lightning struggled and splashed into the rain as if it was bound by his right hand. But the energy in the center remained concentrated, and Jenkins threw the black lightning back like a javelin.

I don’t know if it’s the power of the Titan that is blessing the power of lightning, or it’s Jenkins’ own power that’s infected the lightning. The bolt of lightning transformed into a dazzling golden color in the air, and penetrated the unprepared man in the air.

He screamed and fell from the air. As he fell, Jenkins came to meet him. The demigod swung a hammer from the sky and hit Jenkins on the head. Jenkins ignored the lightning and punched the air, causing the man who was paralyzed by the lightning to fly directly out and roll a few times on the grass. Just stopped.

Jenkins didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe. While rushing towards the enemy, flames spurted out from his hands forward. But he didn't want to burn him to death, he just wanted to cover the weapons under the flames.

Dang~

The White Bone Holy Sword pierced the opponent's chest. I thought there would be a metal plate blocking it, but unexpectedly it actually pierced directly in.

"No mechanical transformation? The technology is not mature, so it is only used by low-level gifters..."

He muttered in his heart and turned his wrist suddenly, letting the sword blade slide through the opponent's body. Then he quickly retracted the holy sword, and was about to give him one last blow to make him die more normally, but he didn't expect that the ground under his feet actually started to squirm.

Chapter 1790 Chapter 1761 Take a step back

Ripples appeared on the grass in the rain. As the soil rose in the rain, metal pipes buried deep in the ground emerged from the ground one by one. The terrifying spiritual fluctuations covered every corner of the garden, and even the remaining metal buttons on Jenkins' coat began to tremble inexplicably. The man whose chest couldn't stop bleeding finally no longer worried about being noticed by the church. While preparing for the next all-out attack, he backed away in confusion:

"What metal did you use to stab me just now?"

Jenkins thought that the other party had also undergone mechanical transformation, so he used the Holy Bone Sword for insurance. But with the cover of flames and the fact that the power of the undead had not been revealed just now, the demigods of the Craftsmen Guild did not think of the sword belonging to the believers of lies.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Jenkins looked up at the sky. Five demigods from the Zhengshen Church descended from the sky and surrounded the metal pipes and men in black formal suits that were swarming on the ground like worms.

Jenkins immediately stepped back and watched as the magical light lit up the night sky. But at the same time, the weird black thunder lit up again, and the demigod of the Ocean Church opened his eyes wide:

"Let me show you what the fury of the storm is!"

Golden lightning flew from the ground into the air, colliding with the black electric light, leaving a terrifying arc flashing in the air in the dark night.

At this moment, the phantom of a giant hammer quietly broke through the raining clouds and appeared above everyone. The giant hammer hit the ground hard, and the lightning flash that erupted was no weaker than the blow that Jenkins suffered just now.

But now there were five demigods here, and this attack was easily neutralized.

The wind pressure and electric light caused the surrounding air to refract strange light and shadow. The dazzling light and huge roar made everyone unable to help but cover their ears and close their eyes.

But Jenkins was not afraid of thunder and lightning, and in this chaotic moment, he jumped towards the enemy who was knocked out of power due to the full force of his force. He didn't want to approach head-on, he just wanted the other party to come within his shooting range:

"Profane production!"

The vines shot out from the lightning bolts and pierced the man's temples. They sucked quickly and soon left an illusory round coin behind.

The electric light had not disappeared yet. Just when Jenkins was about to pick up the hammer, a black shadow appeared from the distance. The short man emerged from the shadow world. He held the unconscious body with one hand and picked up the hammer with the other. He jumped back to the shadow world without even looking at Jenkins.

Jenkins could have stopped it, but didn't. He stood there waiting for the jumping lightning to disappear, and the church's supporting personnel also discovered that the enemy was missing.

Jenkins shook his head, indicating that the risky action he just took had failed. In fact, he was looking at the ground, looking at the inconspicuous blood stains on the grass. This was the blood caused when the Holy Bone Sword pierced the enemy's chest just now.

The only demigod who saw his face and knew that he was a suspected high-level benefactor would never wake up, so there was no need to stop his companions and take it away. As long as the other party dares to take the soul-crushed corpse underground, Jenkins will immediately be able to find the lair of the Craftsmen Guild through the [Blood Source].

Therefore, he did not immediately chase the enemy who entered the shadow world. In fact, he could not catch up. Turning his head slightly, he looked towards Queen Isabella's bedroom on the second floor of the house.

Jenkins has not forgotten his cat. In order to prevent it from being accidentally injured, Jenkins threw the cat far away from the roof. Even though he knew that it would be difficult for Chocolate to get hurt because Jenkins had thrown it from a speeding train when it was weaker, he was still a little worried.

Fortunately, after the men from the Craftsmen's Guild were taken away by their companions, the church's benefactor teams also arrived one after another, and Chocolate probably followed them to find this place. After seeing Jenkins, he rushed to his feet and used his claws to continuously pull at Jenkins' pants, which were almost scrapped.

After Jenkins picked it up, the cat looked at him with its big amber eyes, and then rubbed the side of its face against Jenkins, as if to comfort him.

By some unknown coincidence, the location of the final battle happened to be the mansion where Queen Isabella was staying. For protection, the church has made the decision to permanently equip Queen Isabella with a team composed of elites from each church. So when Jenkins was fighting the man with a hammer just now, the people in the house would be involved in the whole process. Saw it.

After it was confirmed that it was safe, they went out to investigate the situation. Although the demigods who came to help Jenkins were not from the Sage Church, they also advised Jenkins not to join the battle anymore. The battle with the Mist Giant was almost over, and the church's victory was already a foregone conclusion.

"Why don't you change your clothes here, take a brief rest, wait until the signal to end the battle is given, and then follow the night watchman team and the diviners here to return to the Church of the Sage."

Chocolate came here following the followers of [Sunless Moon] and [Hermit of Destiny].

This is good advice, and now there is no need to move in the rain. Mr. Dyswell of the Death Church stayed behind to protect Jenkins' safety and entered the house with him and the other two teams. The other four demigods returned to the Church of the Sage, where there were other things to deal with.

Although tonight's battle with the Mistborn looked terrifying, the light and shadow effects there did not spread far. After all, the thick fog only became thinner but did not dissipate. So before Jenkins was shot down into the garden, most of the people in the house were asleep, but the subsequent thunder and lightning and various strange sounds made it impossible for people here to sleep again.

Shortly after Jenkins and everyone entered the house, the Queen's personal maid Leonie White hurriedly came to greet them with a team of frightened servants. Mrs. White is a 43-year-old woman who has served Queen Isabella at Cold Spring Palace since she was 18 years old. She has never married and was her personal servant during the Queen's "inspection" of Nolan.

After learning that everyone just wanted to take a break and Jenkins also wanted a pair of brand new clothes, Mrs. White immediately arranged for people to prepare clothes and tea. Then the grand banquet hall on the first floor was opened for everyone to make repairs first.

Mr. Dyswell told them not to bother so much. The rain was about to stop, the battle with the Mistson would soon end, and the group would not stay here for too long.

Probably because he knew Jenkins' dressing style, the clothes he finally found were a white shirt, black pants and a coat that fit well. Even rain-proof boots and Jenkins' preferred round hat were found. He took his cat and changed clothes in the room on the other side of the corridor. When he opened the door and wanted to thank the maid outside, he saw Queen Isabella wearing pajamas and a brown coat. Surrounded by people waiting at the door.

He frowned, nodded and returned to the room. The old man also walked in without letting anyone follow him.

"What just happened?"

"Nothing happened, just some bad guys."

Jenkins sat on the sofa again, and the old man sat down as well. The elderly need enough sleep, but they will definitely not sleep well tonight. She looked particularly tired, which made the ravine-like wrinkles on her face more obvious, but she could still squint her eyes and look at Jenkins:

"I heard from my servants that you were seen falling from heaven."

"So in a moment the church will be communicating with all the ordinary people in the house to make sure that tonight's events don't get out."

"This is a little different from what I thought. It seems that you are not an ordinary gifter."

Although ordinary people lack common sense about the Giver, as a king, she still has some understanding.

"I only came into contact with the mysterious world last year. In fact, I can be regarded as an ordinary gifter."

He leaned back comfortably on the sofa. He was really tired tonight.

"So how good are you?"

The old man asked again. Although his tone was still calm, some curiosity could be heard.

Jenkins shook his head:

"It's hard to say."

"So can you kill all the ordinary people in this house?"

she asked again.

"I rarely kill people..."

Jenkins answered slowly, but immediately nodded affirmatively:

"Actually, I can do it even if I kill all the people in Nolan. Although it is a little more troublesome, it is not impossible."

The old man was silent for a while, and Jenkins did not interrupt him. After a while, he asked again:

"In this case, you must not be afraid of pistols and bullets? What about steam cannons? Can you deal with steam cannons?"

Jenkins smiled but didn't answer. He stood up and walked to the window. He opened the window and saw that the rain had stopped and the thick fog was rising again, but the huge black figure could no longer be seen in the depths of the fog.

Because the room is bright and the window is dark, the glass of the window nicely reflects Jenkins' face and the expression of the old man behind him. Queen Isabella's expression was still plain, with her usual indifference. This was the same as Jenkins's often expressionless face, which was all to hide her true inner thoughts.

"Times have changed."

He said softly, looking out the window and stroking the chocolate standing on his shoulder. The cat squinted its eyes and lowered its head to receive the pat, no longer angry about what happened tonight.

"No matter how things change, people will always need a king."

Queen Isabella said, she was considering, she was hesitating. This was obvious, even Jenkins could see it.

"Since the Tower Agreement was established, there has never been a precedent for a supernatural person to become king. At least in the history I have read, even if there was a gifter in the royal family, he had never served as king. But you are right, times have really changed."

She looked at the window. She was a little old, and she couldn't see Jenkins' eyes sharply from the reflection of the window, but she knew that Jenkins must be looking at her in the reflection.

"The choice I provided is still valid, but I can take a step back."

Jenkins still didn't speak.

Chapter 1791 Chapter 1762 A short end

"If you are willing to let Jessica sit on the throne, then I am happy to achieve a peaceful transfer of power, and I don't mind you actually manipulating the country. Moreover, ten years later, you can let Jessica give up the throne to you. As long as she agrees, I can guarantee that others will not have any objections."

The old man's voice sounded from behind, and Jenkins reached out and pushed open the window. There was no wind outside the window, but the smell was a bit choking. He saw a red firework explode in the depths of the gray fog.

So he turned around and walked to the table and picked up his hat:

"I should go back."

Queen Isabella did not stop him, just watched him push open the door and leave. She sighed for a long time, closed her eyes, leaned back stiffly, and leaned on the back of the sofa. Then, she raised her old hand covered with brown age spots and covered her eyes.

As the rain stopped, the thick fog surged onto the streets again, as if it had just gone to hide from the rain. But the fog only returned to its normal level, not as serious as when the Mistborn appeared. The air was filled with a damp smell, mixed with the smell of gray fog, which really made people feel uncomfortable.

When Jenkins and his party returned to the Sage Church in the city center, most people had returned except for the follow-up team responsible for cleaning the battlefield. Most people had smiles on their faces, after all, this was considered a big deal.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Dyswell who returned with him, Jenkins found Miss Bevanna and explained his whereabouts just now. Miss Befanna already knew about this, but the old man who stayed in the church praised Jenkins for his good performance tonight:

"You have grown up very quickly and have become a mature gifter."

He sighed and patted Jenkins on the shoulder as encouragement. Jenkins' actions tonight were reasonable and he maintained reasonable caution and did not retreat because of danger.

In the eyes of the church, this was the first time he faced a demigod alone and was able to escape without using the power of the Son of God, and even barely suppressed his opponent. This was certainly because the other party did not want to make too much noise, but it also showed that Jenkins had grown to the point where he could take on the heavy responsibility.

This made the old man particularly emotional, and then he told Jenkins not to forget to write a report on what happened tonight and hand it in.

It was about four o'clock in the morning. Although there was still a lot to do, the Mist Child incident had basically been resolved. Knowing that Jenkins was particularly hard tonight, and Miss Befanna also disturbed his birthday when she came to Jenkins' house, she let Jenkins go back and did not need to bother him with the rest of the things.