"Since you can have [Foreigners], how can every winner die miserably? This is not the ability to curse oneself."

　　 Jenkins didn't believe any word in the story at all, and he turned it over hastily, and then moved his gaze to the stick figure on the cover.

　　 This is the only painting in this book. If there is a valuable clue, it can only be here.

　　 The lonely person in the painting turned his back to the outside of the book, facing the vast snowy sky. In the distance are winding mountains, and there is nothing around except falling snow.

　　 Touched with his hand and didn't feel the interlayer of the book. Jenkins admitted that he couldn't find a clue for a while, but he admitted that he felt very shameless.

　　 "Anyway..."

　　 So I have to find a way to divert the topic.

　　 "Anyway, now we need a sacrifice of one person. Among the three of us, you are the most suitable. After all, you want to die, and Mr. Siam Nord and I don't want to die."

　　 This is a terrible argument, and Old Man Ryansam certainly wouldn't approve of this argument. He shrank against the wall and giggled, looking at Jenkins like a lunatic.

"I am not reconciled. Even if you sacrifice me, I will not be reconciled. I lose to you only because fate chose you instead of me. I did not lose to you, but to fate, I Not reconciled."

　　 "Ryan Sam, you..."

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

　　 After a short while, he took out an exquisite slender box folded into hard paper, and Jenkins could see the red and blue aura that was overflowing with it.

"B-01-1-8381 [Elves’ Shattering Arrow] can’t touch any metal, so it’s very troublesome to keep it. I originally planned to bring it into my grave, so that even if I can’t return to my hometown, I won’t It's a foreign land, I'll leave it to you now."

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

　　 "Ryan Sam, I only ask you once, was the little Frankie who went with you on the expedition thirty years ago, was also killed by you?"

　　 "Yes, he persuaded me not to kill, so he was the first person to be sent to eternal sleep."

　　 "But that's your son..."

"I have lived for so many years, leaving countless offspring, but none of them will die well. Even if I don’t shame him, he will die of that **** fate one day. I did a good deed for this. , I have a clear conscience."

　　 Jenkins looked down at the box in his hand, no longer willing to continue listening, listening to the 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 tomb whose exit is sealed, is this a good thing?"

　　 The old elf gritted his teeth and asked again.

Chapter 1158 The first thousand one hundred and thirty-ninth chapter Jenkins's consciousness

　　 "Of course this is a good thing. As his father, I have a responsibility to get him free early, and he blocked my way...Huh? How do you know his situation?"

　　 Lane Sam was talking, and suddenly realized something was wrong. The old elf snorted, then replied:

"Because he is still alive, yes, your son is still alive. He crawled out of the tomb desperately, and it took more than ten years to get his body conditioning up. I helped Jenkins find information about [The Whip of the Dead] last week. When I met him, I almost didn't recognize him after so many years.

　　 He is a good man now, he has his own business, and he is also a very honest man as a gifter, and he even wants to help me solve the group of cultists. I talked to him about thirty years ago. He just told me about his tragic situation, but he didn't want to tell me who did it all. I was just guessing, but I didn't expect it to be you..."

　　Because the old elf turned his back to Jenkins, he couldn't see the complicated expression of the old elf. But what happened here today is completely like the stories in the so-called knight novels. Even if other things happen, Jenkins thinks he will not be surprised.

　　 "He is still alive, where is he?"

　　 asked the old man quickly, his face flushed.

　　 "He is there~"

　　 The old elf turned around and pointed at Jenkins as he spoke. Jenkins opened his mouth wide, and his shocked mood surged like a tide.

　　 "Jenkins, you blocked me, not you."

　　 "Ah, that's it, okay."

　　 He quickly walked away, letting the old elf point to the empty part of the room.

　　 "He is still in this city, I won't tell you where he lives, and you don't want to know in this life. Jenkins, do it, the four angels outside are still waiting."

"Ok."

　　 Jenkins said, took the pocket watch chain that could indicate good or bad luck from the lady's pocket watch of Alexia, and then spirally wound it around the arrow shaft. The arrow shaft itself is engraved with fine runes of various colors, and now it is entangled by the silver chain, making it even more extraordinary.

　　 "At least tell me his latest situation, otherwise I will definitely die."

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

　　 The old elf replied unceremoniously, and then signaled that Jenkins could do it.

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

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

　　 He aimed the tip of the arrow at the old man's heart, ready to pierce it at any time.

　　 The old man looked at Jenkins in a daze, but instead of observing him, he tried to see the old elf behind him. His eyes moved to the arrow in disbelief, and he opened his mouth to continue swearing, but he didn't know what to say.

　　 A feeling of helplessness seldom rushed to the heart of this several thousand-year-old man. He knew that he might really be welcoming the long-awaited death today. Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved inexplicably.

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

　　Ryan Sam asked this question at last.

　　 Jenkins hesitated, he didn't want to answer, but when he did it he changed his attention:

　　 "Regardless of whether I was lonely in the past or not, the current me will eventually change. I don't understand, even if you are burdened with a curse, have you really not tried to fall in love with someone for thousands of years?"

　　 "I tried, and then 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 all this. Although destiny always likes to joke with everyone, people always Is to be able to find his own way of survival."

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

"Listen, although you are annoying and heart-warming, as the person who wants to send you away, I want to give you some advice. We are all alone, but I have the courage to accept fate instead of lamenting and Wasting time to live 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; the gods may not want to punish you, but just want you to see some truth Do you know? Every peaceful daily life of a mortal is a miracle stacked by countless miracles. You should be grateful for your ability to live smoothly, instead of relying on other people’s lives to try to get things you shouldn’t get.”

　　 "Do you also want to rely on my life to gain power that does not belong to you?"

　　 Old Man Ryansam asked dumbfounded. Jenkins’s words made sense at first, but when you think about it carefully, they are simply sophistry.

　　 "No, you use other people's life to gain power for yourself, and I am to save the entire 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 already his limit.

　　 "After all, you are just, oh..."

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

　　 "Sorry, I only gave you a last word, but now you say too much."

　　 The icy arrow wrapped around the silver pocket watch chain entered the old man's chest. The clothing seemed to be nonexistent, and it did not hinder the arrow's penetration in the slightest.

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

The rune engraved on the arrow shaft was lit up in turn from the part where the old man’s blood/flesh entered, and the silver chain just wrapped around it automatically climbed up on the arrow shaft, and finally seemed to be integrated into it. The same, let the arrow become a metal and wood material.

　　 The fine pattern incorporates the rune lock of the pocket watch chain, and the lock has added the old rune originally on the arrow shaft. The two complement each other, but both are tacitly absorbing the power from the old man's body.

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

　　 "This is really..."

　　His voice gradually became hoarse and low, and at this moment the old elf behind Jenkins came over and gave this old friend one last ride.

　　PS: This chapter is pending review, on the grounds that it is illegal insults...so I added pinyin.

Chapter 1159 The First Thousand and Fortieth Chapter Fusion

　　 Even though I vowed not to tell the situation of Ryansam’s son, this is to see his old friend going to the last moment, the old elf still softly told him the last news:

"Your son is doing well...Although he lost an arm, he used other methods to equip himself with prostheses. He lives decently, and although he has not yet married, he has his own career. He has already lost you. The name given to 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 person, different from you, that is really a good person who cares about friends... .He is now called Mr. Hood."

　　 "Uh~"

　　 The dying old man made a struggling cry, not because he was moved and sad, but because Jenkins's hand holding the arrow shook abruptly, causing severe pain in his wound.

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

　　 "Jenkins Redamput Williams."

　　 seemed to have a wish, the expression on the old man's face eased a lot, he looked at Jenkins again, looked at the young man who put him to death.

"I don’t know if what you just said was lying to me, 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 true You are also a stranger who is independent of this era, so just live well. There is only one life. I have lived for so long. I want to die every second, but now I am afraid of death. I curse you for being alone forever, and I bless you You can find happiness, I curse everyone around you suffering bad luck, I wish you can find the meaning of life in your short life, I curse you..."

　　His voice became smaller and smaller, and he didn't finish what he wanted to say until the end. To come to the last moment of his life, his heart must be very complicated. Jenkins knew that he must hate himself very much, but he had some sympathy for the [foreigners] who had the same fate.

　　 The arrow in his hand burst out with a dazzling white light, like the most greedy blood-sucking worm, it absorbed everything about Ryan Sam Carmel. In the end, only a layer of white ash accumulated on the wall, and that white ash barely outlined a tall and thin human figure.

　　 Jenkins looked at the arrow in his hand that looked like a silver artwork with some horror. 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, and he died just like that. It was impossible for the old elf not to be sad.

"This kind of arrow is forbidden even in the elves. Except for offering to the great as a sacrifice, under normal circumstances, any elves using such arrows without authorization is equivalent to throwing a steam bomb to the city hall in human society. One doesn’t know how it fell into the material world. You have to seize the opportunity. There is only one arrow, but there are four angels."

　　 The elf sniffed, said sorry to Jenkins, and then turned to get the handkerchief on the table. Jenkins believed that the old elf's mood must be very low at this time, but did not know how to comfort him.

"I'm pretty sure that if this arrow is used by you, it can definitely damage the angel, but I'm not sure if it can actually cause fatal damage to the angel. But no matter what, it's worth a try. I can take my Lend you his bow."

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

　　 Jenkins sighed and stood up, then looked at the night outside the window in the dim room. The night had come unknowingly, but it didn't make much sense to Nolan, who had been raining all day.

　　 opened the window, and the strong wind swept in with raindrops. The ashes of Ryansam Carmel's body were blown away in the strong wind, but did not flutter in the room, but flew out of the window in a trajectory that did not conform to the rules of fluid movement, leaving no traces anymore.

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

　　 With an arrow in his left hand and a coin in his right hand, flames gush out from his arms, and the moment the arrow touches the coin, the flame wraps the two together.

　　 Even the old elves who were observing nearby couldn't see what kind of sight the center of the flame had, but they could feel the extraordinary power brewing in Jenkins' hands.

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

　　Gradually, the fluttering flames completely illuminated the entire room, turning the faces of Jenkins, the old elf, and Chocolate into fiery red. The flame was turned upside down and wrapped around the arm, and finally formed a symbol representing infinity.

　　In the center of the infinity symbol are arrows and sin coins, and a small white light spot is gestating in it.

　　 The normal way to add power to this arrow is to overlap the sin coin with the arrow. This unusual way of Jenkins is unheard of by the old elves.

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

"Ok?"

　　 But he was immediately surprised. A bright golden ball of light flew out of Jenkins's pocket. It was the final crystallization of the power of the son of God, and merged with the fiery red infinity symbol into the tongue of fire.

　　 At the moment when the two touched, the radiant golden light spot spread along the rotating flame infinity symbol, but it did not completely replace the fiery red with gold, but merged with it perfectly.

　　 The elf swears that in his long thousand years of life, he has never seen such a dazzling and bright color. The burst of golden and fiery red seems to be jumping for the birth of new power, which represents the infinite symbol and symbolizes the huge source of power.

　　 "Ah~"

　　 Jenkins’s forehead jumped with blue veins, he bent slightly, lowered his arms, and tried to put the sin coin and the arrow together with his own strength. Because when the divine degraded energy merged into the flame, the two items on the left and right hands seemed to be added with the same magnetic poles, repelling each other with great repulsion.

　　PS: The world line where the traverser is not there, if:

　　 Elves will not know Jenkins Williams. After encountering Mr. Hood, he doesn't need to be busy looking for [Dead's Whip], so he has time to match Ryan Sam and Mr. Hood. The meeting time was the day when the angel fell. Ryan Sam Carmel was willing to sacrifice for his child, while the old elf died of exhaustion to shoot that arrow. Mr. Hood inherited everything from them, including [Foreigners].

　　 Another: Because of a plot bug, the "If" before Chapter 792 was revised, refreshed. The story of Mr. Bai Birch will be explained in a later chapter.

Chapter 1160 The first thousand one hundred and forty-one chapters draw a bow

　　 The repulsive force in his hand is very strong, which reminds Jenkins of a similar situation when he merged [Purification Candle] and [Endless Fire] a long time ago. But the experience of that time cannot be referred to. At this time, Jenkins can only force the two to close together with brute force. In the eyes of the cat and the elves, it is as if he is bending down and pressing the red and gold infinity symbols to the ground. .

　　 "Use your blood!"

　　 Although the old elf cannot understand what happened for the time being, his long life has brought him countless knowledge and experience.

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

　　 Jenkins frowned and shouted loudly, each of his hands was hard.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat is eager to try, but the old elf has already stepped forward to Jenkins's side. Because the eruption of fire sizzled like a chainsaw, Jenkins did not hear clearly what the old elf was muttering when he approached his back with the silver ritual dagger, but vaguely heard him as if he was confessing and praying.

"I'm very sorry."

　　 He whispered to Jenkins, and then cut off the two sleeves of the young writer with a dagger, and made a shallow wound on the upper end of both arms.