The blood bead oozes from under the skin, symmetrical on the left and right sides, flowing along Jenkins's fairly strong arm to the forearm, and then pouring into the golden and red light, and finally two drops of blood touch the arrow and the sin coin at the same time. Met together.

　　 It seemed to vaguely see a towering giant tree rising from the ground, and countless prayers and cheers blasted in my ears. But after looking back, what he saw was the half-gold and half-red infinity symbol rising into the air.

　　 The cat, the man, and the elves all looked up there, and the symbols of red and gold light seemed to be imprinted in the air.

　　In the center of the infinity symbol, the sudden appearance of a white light spot gradually absorbed the overflowing power. The radiant colors gathered back little by little, and were absorbed by the faintly visible arrow.

　　 Finally, Jenkins stretched out his hand and watched the arrow engraved with green leaves and fine vines slowly fall from the air. It was shining in the dark, quiet and restrained in the manic rain.

　　 The old elf was already speechless, even if he had known the unusual bloodline of the sacrifice, he couldn't imagine such a scene.

　　 "Bow."

　　 Jenkins reached out to him, and the elf was taken aback before handing out the bow in his hand. When Jenkins stretched out his hand, the old elf noticed that his hand was glowing like the arrow.

　　 No, not only the hands are shining, but Jenkins is shining. At this moment, the young man in the dark was like a saint walking on the earth. He didn't know when his purple eyes looked at the elf quietly, and the latter subconsciously stepped back, bending over to pay tribute to him.

　　 "Huh? He wouldn't find out that I was a god, would he?"

　　 "Huh? He won't realize that he is actually the descendant of the sacrifice, right?"

　　 Both of them thought in embarrassment at the same time, Jenkins coughed awkwardly, touched his hands, and recovered the cut sleeves. The elf didn't say anything about it, thinking it was a recovery or weaving ability.

　　 The window has been opened, and both the elves and Jenkins standing in front of the window can see the dark night sky, the pouring rain and the heterochromatic lightning that occasionally cuts through the sky.

　　 Angels and mortals are fighting up and down the clouds. Spiritual fluctuations and strange celestial phenomena attract the attention of most of the benefactors in this city. And Jenkins can spot it at a glance. That "treasure" that belongs to me is flying freely in the sky.

　　 He has never learned to archery, but when he picked up the bow, he instinctively got the knowledge about archery. This body seems to have gone through countless shooting training, and it fits perfectly with this strange bow.

　　 The power of blood reassured Jenkins. For the first time, the memory of the ancient inheritance of the elves appeared in his heart.

　　 The golden phantom all over his body is getting brighter and brighter, like a dazzling sun in front of the window. Zhan/Jin/Si/Zhen/Zhan/Back/Muscle lifted the longbow, and the arrow between his fingertips pointed to the sky.

　　 The wind is blowing. Although there was a strong wind in the original rainstorm, the sudden wind is still different. All the creatures in the sky stunned subconsciously, as if being stared at by the strange beasts from the ancient times.

　　 squeak~

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

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

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

　　 The green emblem representing [the origin of life] naturally appeared at Jenkins's feet during the process of drawing the bow, wrapping Jenkins in it like a ritual base.

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

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

　　 From where Jenkins stood, flowers, vines and grass blades grew rapidly on the floor, walls and window sills. The heavy rain did not destroy these small lives, and even made them continue to erode the rain-washed city like a stubborn disease.

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

　　 "I said, I must hit!"

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

　　 In a mortal state, he does not have the power similar to "speaking spirit", so this sentence is only a psychological hint to himself.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat has a power similar to the spirit of words, and this sentence really adds a must-have power to Jenkins.

　　 The bowstring was stretched, and the bright light gathered on the whole arrow. The dazzling brilliance flickered in the rain like the erupting sun, and the people fighting in the sky looked down in unison.

The torrential rain stopped at this moment, and the strong wind stopped at this moment. Under the dark night sky full of flowers and green leaves, small spots of light rose from the ground, at a speed that seemed to pierce the space, like the sky in ancient legends. The column runs through the sky.

　　 As if endless brilliance bloomed in the night sky, the beam of light slanted upward from the ground, opening a hole in the dark cloud, exposing the quiet night sky behind.

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　　 The sky-reaching beam of light remains on the retinas of mortals. This is a virtual image, just the phantom that remains in the space when the dazzling arrow is shot. The body of the arrow has split into four exactly the same arrows, flying to the four directions of the city.

In the east, the earth angel who is fighting with the angel of the [Mother of the Earth] shows a look of error, looks at her chest with a faceless face, and a bright arrow penetrates into it and reveals her back. This is the center of the spider. Net-like cracks appeared on the angel's body.

　　 "That's it."

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

　　 In the west, the angel of air fighting with the mortal demigods and the [Church of Creation and Machinery] Saint Son suddenly stunned. He pushed aside the trident in front of him, flashed over the falling stars and phantoms, turned around and wanted to escape the battlefield.

　　 "rua~"

　　Miss Knight, standing on the dragon, chanted dragon language spells loudly, and together with the dragon, she spewed red flames to stop her. But the angel saw the flame as nothing, and broke through the two entangled flames, but in the end he was hit by a light arrow and turned into billowing black smoke and fell to the ground.

　　 In the south, the mighty water angel exerts a powerful force on the rainy night, but it is still inferior to the newborn angel in front of him. But fortunately, the young angels had little experience in fighting, so the angels' fighting did not appear to be one-sided.

　　The moment the beam of light appeared, the angel of water wanted to turn around and leave, but the arrow didn't want to attack it at all, but plunged into Louise's pure white energy body.

The light of the arrow and the light of the angel are entwined, and Louise's stretched wings become more luxurious. The white sacrificial robe is more embellished with the magical rune pattern, and the white and red guo's legs are more luxurious. A tangled silver-white chain.

　　 "In the name of my lord~"

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

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

　　 The white arrow cut through the void and plunged into the seal. Then, amid the cracking sound of glass, the illusory fire angel fell out of the void while holding his chest. A drop of golden blood flowed from the corner of its mouth, and the drop of blood fell into the ground from a high altitude, and a large swath of flowers that were twisted and malicious like a piranha immediately drilled out of the soil.

"not dead......"

　　 Jenkins put down the cracked bow in his hand and looked to the north. Because he was summoned by the umbilical cord of a quarter of the **** son, the angels of the north had the most complete power and completely withstood the blow. Although he was seriously injured, he was not dead yet.

　　 "It seems that I still want to do it myself."

　　 He turned his head and looked at the old elf who was bowing his head and not knowing what he was talking about:

　　 "I'm going to solve it myself, this time I really trouble you, and I will come to thank you again after I have dealt with this matter."

"my honor."

　　The latter said so, and then watched Jenkins pick up the cat and jump from the window, and then flew into the sky on a unicorn.

　　 The night is still very deep. After the other three angels have been dealt with, the mortals and angels flying in the air converged toward the north of the city.

　　 The blood-spitting fire angel quietly watched people flying in from all directions under the rainy night sky, just like its companions, it was invisible and even unable to distinguish gender. A simple robe on her body was somewhat similar to the one on Louise, but it was far less luxurious and exquisite than Louise.

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

　　'S loud voice announced that it was holding a golden short sword in its left hand and a silver spear in its right hand. The flashing wings seemed to be able to drive the spirit of space to surge like a tide.

　　 "I flourish in the killing, like a flower in the dawn."

　　 It chanted softly, but its low voice was able to pass through the rain and be heard by everyone. The black brilliance suddenly flooded the sky, and even the two angels of the good gods had no time to react. With the killing angels as the center, the purple-black water-fire lotus was constructed in the sky, and the tidal-like spirit followed the flower. The trajectory flows to the whole city.

　　Rain, it's bigger.

　　 "It wants to sacrifice to everyone in this city!"

　　 I don't know who shouted, and the mortals and angels immediately cooperated with each other to attack the killing angel.

　　 The purple-black water-fire lotus flower that stretches out from the air is more than just a decoration, it is like a field, limiting the power of the enemies within the area covered by the petals.

The angels of Louise and the [Mother of the Earth] were the main targets of the killing angels. The newborn little angel had little combat experience and was accidentally hit by the silver-white long spear and was shot out like a cannonball. Beyond the battlefield.

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Jenkins, who arrived late, barely caught Louise on the trail of the angel's fall. The unicorn retreated a few feet in the air due to the powerful momentum, and barely stabilized his figure.

　　 "My lord~ I'm sorry, I..."

　　 Her figure is a bit illusory, it looks like she is overdrawn.

　　 "It doesn't matter, today you shouldn't be sent to the battlefield directly, you have done a good job."

　　 He comforted softly, and the little angel nodded, showing a slightly exhausted look on his face, but the golden and purple pupils were still fighting spirits.

　　 "You can rest now. I have worked hard for you today. I'll take care of it next."

　　 "My lord~"

　　 The angel nodded quietly, leaving Jenkins's arm with a blushing face, greeted him in the air, kissed the back of Jenkins's hand, and it turned into a meteor and fell to the ground.

　　 Louise is dead. This is a fact that Jenkins cannot change at the moment. Therefore, she cannot return to her body to maintain the life of ordinary people. Jenkins's original intention is to let Louise live in her body. This is the best way at present, but Louise obviously does not want to offend Jenkins, so she chooses To other shelters.

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

　　 removed the disguise from his body, and then exposed to the night sky as Jenkins Williams.

　　 "This time, try a real identity to solve the trouble."

　　He let the unicorn carry him a little closer. After confirming the current situation, he got up slightly and reminded:

　　 "You will fly away with the chocolate in a while, don't be affected."

　　 "Ang~"

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

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

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

　　 He chanted in a low voice, his body gleaming slightly with the sound of prayer.

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　　 The sound of the wind whizzed in mid-air. When the falling Jenkins read this sentence completely, the warmth on his forehead felt to the extreme. According to how he felt in the evergreen forest last month, Jenkins guided the power of his forehead to flow throughout his body.

　　 Right below him, the golden magical ritual formation completely emerged, and as the falling Jenkins passed through this layer of golden circular patterns that did not exist in the eyes of ordinary people, mortal Jenkins once again gained power from the sage.

　　 The clothes on his body changed from casual clothes to white sacrificial robes, his empty right hand had a heavy scripture, and his left hand took out the golden scepter from the void, and the falling posture ended with the appearance of the power of the son.

　　 "Why do you transform like a magical girl?"

　　 He thought in his heart, looking down at his body that seemed to be burning with golden flames, and then turned into a huge water lily blooming in the sky.

　　 "Jenkins!"

　　 Someone finally noticed the golden light galloping behind, Miss Bevanna shouted in surprise, and then saw that the golden figure was like a spear piercing the petals in the sky, and flew straight to the angel in the center.

　　 Another Saint Child who was present also tried to break through the defense just now, but his strength was somewhat insufficient. Now that the pagan saint son rushed directly to the angel with ease, he suddenly doubted whether he was really favored by the gods.

　　 Jenkins can't control what other people are thinking. There have been too many things in this long day, and the night has fallen for too long. It's time to end it all.

　　 "Mortal, what do you want to do?"

　　 The angel could see the essence of Jenkins clearly, but the power of the sage concealed Jenkins' soul. Facing the young writer wearing a white robes, the seriously injured Killing Angel didn't find out what he was for the first time.

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

The holy child raised his scepter. With the infusion of the sage's power, the golden light spreads around the sky like ripples. Wherever the light goes, the clouds disappear, bringing the clear night sky and bright double moons. Exposed.

　　 "Mortals are ignorant and cannot see the coming catastrophe; my lord is merciful and helps mortals avoid disasters by killing."

　　 The angel also raised his silver-white spear, and said without sorrow or joy. Because of serious injuries, it was completely out of human form at this moment, standing in the air in an indescribable sacred posture. The angel is now close to the formless form that Jenkins can understand. This is the true posture of the killing angel.

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

　　 Shengzi asked loudly, the power of the body was concentrated at one point.

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

　　 The angel yelled and pointed the spear in his hand at Jenkins.

　　 "This is really the perfect stage."

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

　　 "I am not alone, even if I do not belong here, I will eventually find the meaning of my existence in this world."

　　 The spear and the scepter fought, sparks of silver and gold bloomed. The water lily shrank completely back to the angel's feet, and under Jenkins's feet, the young sapling appeared again with the infusion of the sage's power.

"This......"

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

"you are......"

　　 It finally understood.