"Actually, according to my understanding, the beast of disaster of this era was finally born, and was born on this land. This is what history tells me, and people in different periods can prove this."

　　 "It cannot be born, it was sealed by me..."

　　 The man suddenly raised his hand and stuffed an egg into Jenkins's hand. There was absolutely nothing in his hand before that.

　　 "Look, it was sealed by me, this is my only tribute to this world..."

　　 He died before he finished speaking, as a failed savior.

　　 "If I also fail, will that be the end?"

　　 Jenkins thought sadly. He stood up and looked at the egg. The egg was small and looked like a quail egg, but it looked ordinary in gray and white.

　　 "Since it has been sealed, then the legend of Blacktown...I see, the seal is time-limited, maybe the creature in the egg was born after this."

　　 He put the egg in his chest pocket to prevent it from being lost, and then picked up the man's corpse to bury him, which can be regarded as the last pity for the fellow who is also the savior.

But when he covered the last piece of soil with the drawn shovel, Jenkins suddenly realized something very, very serious-the chest pocket of his pajamas was not empty. Before putting the egg, there was still something inside. There is a ring (Chapter 1448) that seals the Black Stone of Calamity.

　　 The former **** of lies claimed that the stone had the power to destroy the world, so Jenkins had been careful to keep it until now.

　　 He immediately put his hand in his pocket, but only the egg was taken out after a touch.

"No way?"

　　 Jenkins was about to get cold sweat. The ring was put in his pocket when he was teasing with chocolate in the middle of the night, and he forgot to return it. Later, he wore this pajamas and did so many things at different points in time, so that he could not be sure where the ring fell or was absorbed by the egg.

Chapter 1502 Chapter 1479 The Original Story (End of this volume)

　　 Panicked Jenkins unwillingly dig into the chest pocket again, and found some scattered black dust at the bottom of the pocket.

　　 "Oh, God~"

　　Even if it is raining lightly and the wind is taking away the nearby heat, it cannot prevent Jenkins from sweating on his forehead. The ring was not lost, but was really absorbed. At the same time, he now also knows why the beast of calamity was obviously sealed by the savior of this era, but it was still born in the land of Blacktown.

　　 "So... everything is my fault."

　　 The moment he was trying to understand all this, he even had the idea of ​​digging out the person who had just been buried and asking him about the means of sealing. But human beings cannot be resurrected from the dead, and having absorbed such terrible things, Jenkins is not at all sure whether what is about to be born in the egg can still be sealed a second time.

　　 Holding the egg, Jenkins already felt the gradual revival of vitality in the eggshell. That vitality is extremely large and distorted, more terrifying than the spirit of life of any creature that Jenkins has ever felt.

　　 He cautiously poked his spirit over, trying to establish contact with the guy in the egg to soothe it, but this obviously would not succeed. He couldn't even understand his cat, let alone understand an egg.

　　The calamity black stone is a "big tonic" for the egg. In just a few minutes, the volume of the egg has grown rapidly, and the egg itself has actually started to wriggle in an attempt to escape from Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins held it to his chest with both hands, and then constantly used his life spirit to regulate the life spirit of the creatures in the egg. He hopes to rely on his control of the spirit of life and the ability of the newly acquired [hero] to at least purify its soul and weaken the black aura before the creature in the eggshell breaks out of its shell.

　　 The stuff in the egg probably guessed what Jenkins wanted to do. When the spirits of the two touched, the crazy suction quickly extracted Jenkins's spirit.

　　 Jenkins didn't panic when he saw it. He held the still growing egg in his arms with one hand, and took his cane out of the air with the other hand, and slammed it into the black mud under his feet.

　　 Even though this land is declining with the black halo of the original moon in the sky, the vitality in the earth is still inexhaustible. Jenkins sat down strenuously while fighting the egg, leaning on his cane. The cane absorbs the power of the earth, and roots and sprouts like a cutted branch. As Jenkins sits down, a small tree appears behind him, and quickly grows a canopy to shield him from the black ashes. rainwater.

　　The trees are growing up, and Jenkins absorbs the spirit from the trees to fight the egg. The small tree quickly turned into a big tree, and the big tree quickly turned into a giant tree.

　　 The sun never rose again, and Jenkins didn't know how many days and nights had passed. He only knew that the tree formed by the walking stick behind him was as tall as the giant wood in the evergreen forest. The people who survived the war also gathered, relying on the protection of the giant wood to escape the deadly rain and black fireballs from the sky. .

　　 The volume of the egg expands to the size of a human head, and the creature inside the egg completely absorbs and compresses its power. The newborn life is not yet Jenkins's opponent. As the tree grows, it is gradually suppressed. Absorption and giving have become a kind of balance, which is very fragile, but it can be maintained temporarily.

　　 I don't know how many days and nights have passed, the broken space wall near the battlefield is completely shattered, and the shadow world next to the material world invades here. The power of the shadow eroded the earth, preventing the trees from providing more power to Jenkins. The egg spontaneously absorbed the power of the shadow and gradually overwhelmed Jenkins in a fragile balance.

　　 One day, the people gathered under the giant tree bowed as usual to the owner of the giant tree, Jenkins who was sleeping under the tree holding an egg.

　　 Jenkins suddenly opened his eyes, his voice low and hoarse:

"I can't do it anymore, you leave as soon as possible, I can't stop it from breaking out of the shell. This world has not been completely destroyed, and there are still many survivors scattered on the earth. Look for them and spend the long doomsday that is about to come together. ."

　　 The eggshells in his hand have all been transformed into black, which represents the power of sin and shadow, which is exactly the same as that of Jenkins. Having absorbed too many spirits from Jenkins, Jenkins' suppression of this egg is on the verge of collapse. Eggs seem to have a unique talent for devouring, able to rely on the nature of devouring spirits to acquire abilities. It absorbs shadows to control the shadows, absorbs the spirit of Jenkins, and can now even freely control the spirit of life provided by the giant tree.

　　 "You saved us, what else can we do for you?"

　　 those people asked loudly.

　　 Jenkins shook his head, and suddenly noticed some elves in silver armor in the crowd, so he asked:

　　 "How is the world tree now?"

　　 In this era, the elves are still active in the material world. As long as the world tree is still there, the elves can be sheltered, and maybe other alien races can be protected.

　　 "Sacrifice, the World Tree may have been severely damaged. Why don't you go back with us, the World Tree can't live without a sacrifice like you."

　　 "It turns out that they said that I was a descendant of the sacrifice, referring to the sacrifice of the World Tree... Is the blood inherited by the Williams family so powerful?"

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, and then shook his head at the crying elves:

"I'm destined to stay here. No one can replace my responsibilities. This egg matter is because of me, and I can't let go. Leave here and find the world tree in my hometown. There will always be sacrifices to take on the responsibility, trust me , The long doomsday will eventually come to an end. When the next era begins, don’t forget to help other injured people."

　　 With both hands suppressing the egg in his arms, he can only open his mouth to spit out the little breath of life to the kneeling people. This is the breath of the purest spirit of life, enough to heal people's pain and give them a chance to live through the painful migration.

　　 People gradually left. The elves were the last to leave. Before they left, they chanted the funeral music of the elves to Jenkins according to the ancient etiquette.

　　 Looking at the back of them leaving, Jenkins held the egg and closed his eyes again. Time flies by and the trees are flourishing and withering. He and the egg have not known how long they have lived together, nor how much the egg has taken from Jenkins.

　　 One day, Jenkins fell down, his body disappeared, and the egg fell out of his arms. After that, as the walking stick left the giant tree and collapsed, the majestic spirit of life accumulated for a long time was finally transformed into that ancient forest.

　　 The egg lay quietly in the mud, bathed in the shadow and the power of life, gradually growing.

　　 No matter how long the doomsday is, there will be a day when it disappears, and no matter how long the story is, there will always be a magical beginning.

　　 When fate thought that the glow of the next era could appear, the egg sleeping in the ruins of the ancient city shook. The power of sin and shadow swept across the city, and as the first crack appeared on the eggshell, the majestic spirit hit the forest and the broken walls in the forest.

　　 Click~ Click~

　　 The creature in the egg firmly broke through the last obstacle. When the black thunder fell from the sky and smashed the egg, the young black cat broke the egg shell, allowing the hair to bathe in the breath of these ancient years.

　　 It is very young, but it is infinitely powerful. Amber eyes opened slowly, and the newborn cat looked at everything around him ignorantly.

　　 It is special. The unique identity of the beast of disaster allows it to possess a lot of innate knowledge. During the long time under the tree with Jenkins, it also got more from that man.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The kitten raised his head and shouted, his voice bleak and mellow. It can't find that man, it can't find the man who gave it warmth and strength in its weakest time.

Gooooooooooooo

　　 The baby cat's belly is crying. When he was born, he was still hungry, but his natural talent for devouring made him want to find something to eat.

　　 The cat was unwilling to destroy the place where he was born, so he looked up at the huge black halo in the sky. That is something very similar to its power nature. They are all condensed products of all the sins of the previous era, but the cat did not use this power to destroy the world.

　　 It jumped lightly and jumped to a very high altitude. The cat's mouth opened, opened, and opened. The halo of destruction made by the original moon disappeared in the cat's mouth little by little under the effect of the principle of homogenous swallowing.

　　 "Hi~"

　　 The fallen cat spread a big hiccup on the branch, and then hid his face with his small paws very humanely. The clear blue sky appeared above the head, and the bright sunshine shone on the fur of the black cat's back through the shade of the trees, making the cat look like it was glowing.

　　 The end is over, and the disappearance of the black halo makes the material world once again see the blue sky and white clouds after a thousand years. A new era is about to begin, everything must start from the beginning, and the newborn cat must also start its own story.

　　 It poked its head around, trying to find the man, but the sad expression on the cat's face indicated that it already knew the answer.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It screamed at the sky again, with a stern and sad voice. This scream attracted the gods who followed the pure white light beam into the material world. A new agreement will be made, and the mighty beast of disaster will wait.

　　 It is the civet that swallows the moon. It is also the calamity at the end of the era. It is a powerful monster and a cat that waits patiently.

　　 At the end of the eighteenth century, Jenkins, who sat up on the bed, raised his right hand to block the light that entered through the gap in the curtain and spilled on his face. The old town has awakened, and outside the church, an unknown bard is chanting the poems handed down from the ancient years;

　　 "I will wait,

　　 I will wait.

　　 no matter how long,

　　 I will wait.

　　 wait till you show up,

　　Wait until you come to the world.

　　 Even if that is the far future,

　　 Even if I have to go through countless hours.

　　 waiting for you to show up,

　　 I will come to you quietly.

　　 waiting for you to show up,

　　 I will abandon everything and come to you.

　　 Waiting for you at the entrance of that dangerous basement,

　　 confirm that you are my dearest bond;

　　 I will follow your wheel,

　　 Come to the world with you;

　　 I will watch you quietly from the corner,

　　 Protect your safety.

　　 When I am tired of all this,

　　 I will take the initiative to appear in front of you.

　　 I will bring a small cardboard box,

　　 put it in front of your eyes.

　　 I will crawl in clumsily,

　　 waiting for you to take me home.

Oh,

I will wait,

I will wait.

　　Waiting to live with you,

　　Waiting to rejoice with you,

　　 waiting to see you,

　　 See all you have.

　　 Even though I can’t say clearly,

　　 will also lie on your bedside and look at you,

　　 like you looked at me at that time,

　　 Looking at you and my smiling faces. Note)

　　 "Who is singing love poems at the door of the church so early?"

　　 Jenkins, who was still a little confused, whispered. What he heard was a very famous love poem, which was handed down from ancient times. Anyone with some knowledge must have heard of this poem. Jenkins can find the memories related to this poem from the memory of the original owner. This is one of the few little poems that the ignorant original owner is not familiar with.

　　 should have thought of something from this, but he is very weak at the moment, watching his cat can temporarily affect his judgment.

　　 "Oh~"

　　 wanted to leave the bed, only to find that his whole body was sore. The last story is like a dream to him now, not as clear as the previous 12 stories. He didn't finish the story, so he could only end it all by "returning from the dead".

　　 But this is not a failure, because he thinks that he has indeed greatly delayed the birth of the terrible beast of calamity, and greatly purified the spirit of the egg in the world of doomsday.

　　 "I feel sore all over, oh, I haven't felt this way for a long time."

　　 While complaining, he stepped on slippers and left the bed, then opened the curtains to let the bright morning light into the bedroom. Over the whole night, he spent thirteen stories and experienced thirteen wonderful and interesting adventures.

　　 It's dawn now, and the story is over. He is going to return to reality and face the troubles of Beldiran City.

　　 turned around, and placed the pages of twelve stories on the bedside, turning into dust in the sun. When there was only a pinch of ashes left on the head of the bed, there were twelve gleaming round gems lying in the dust, which were sin coins-[Early Gems].

　　 "It seems that the master [closed circle] still recognized my work."

　　 He shrugged his shoulders and turned to look out the window, but at this moment he heard a cat meowing. Turning around again to look at the bed, and then seeing chocolate pouring over with excitement.

　　 God knows why a cat has such an expression on its face.

　　 "Oh, my chocolate~"