As a so-called "believer of lies", he was dreaded by the church and terrified by the gifters in the Nolan area. It is not that he is weak, but people are constantly replenishing his power in their own thoughts and fearing him; it is because of him. It's really powerful, and people are afraid of him.

　　 Although people are familiar with the face of a believer who lies, he does everything that people know well by himself. Although he hides his face and identity, he is definitely not the kind of hiding behind the scenes, relying on the random thinking of others to gain the current reputation.

　　 He has a lot of lies to cover himself, but "I am really good" is indeed true.

　　I had reached the head of the giant blood mosquito monster while thinking. The compound eyes raised to look at Jenkins, and the deep curse power appeared out of thin air. The unicorn immediately raised its hair and let out a loud cry. In the little beast’s high voice, its golden unicorn radiated a soft white light in the blood fog. This scattered light would curse the blood red color represented by the curse. Reflected.

　　 "Very good."

　　 Jenkins stroked the mane of the unicorn's neck lightly, and it felt very good. Fortunately, Chocolate is now guarding this Miss Capet in the ruins, otherwise the cat will definitely blow up.

　　 "Since it is a curse of a sly, then use this~"

　　 leaped from behind the unicorn with a sudden jump, and slashed with swords in both hands high in the air. The blood mosquito monster noticed the deadly threat and shook his head, piercing Jenkins in the air with his sharp mouthparts.

　　锵~

　　 The huge sword-like beak fought against the bone holy sword in the air. The holy sword easily severed the solid biological tissue, and then smashed the head of the monster who had no time to dodge.

　　 It immediately made a howl with a frequency close to the infrasound, shaking its head abruptly to throw Jenkins off, but Jenkins firmly fixed himself there with the sword.

　　 The holy sword almost pierced into the head of the giant blood mosquito without a handle, and as a result, Jenkins' hands and feet were in contact with the monster at the same time. Seeing that Jenkins could not be thrown down, a thick blood mist swept from the surroundings, and while pouring into the body of the blood mosquito, he wanted to **** Jenkins in.

　　 Although Jenkins is indeed still a flesh and blood body, he has many characteristics to completely restrain this monster, even without [Profanity Production], he has a way to win.

　　 "This is what I'm waiting for!"

　　 He did not struggle, and was directly sucked into the body by the monster. But a few seconds later, a bright white light burst out from the monster's body, and the sword dance and whirling momentum that erupted from the inside almost cut the body of the giant blood mosquito into two sections.

　　 Jenkins laughed and jumped out of the wound. While the blood mist poured into the wound in an attempt to heal, he jumped back to the back of the unicorn again, almost breaking the mystery lock with the sword light in his hand.

　　 "I'm a hero~"

　　 He said so, the black light that represented [hero] brightened in front of him. Jenkins has always thought that this is just a passive ability, which allows him to be immune to the mental pollution of some tricks, and can directly touch the tricks with his hands.

　　 But at this moment, as the battle continues, [Hero] finally shows a different effect. At this moment, Jenkins is forging legends, shaping myths, and fighting against inhuman monsters alone for justice (?) is indeed qualified to be called a hero.

　　The white light stretched from the body to the blade in the hand, but the extra power gained was just an addition. What is really important is the combat skills that suddenly appear in the mind and the experience of the giant antibody monsters.

　　 The ancient hero who inherited the power of Jenkins was right. [Hero] The essence of this ability is a bond, and it is the belief of people who have inherited power for justice from generation to generation. When [hero] this ability is truly activated on the right occasion, those who have long been obliterated in the long river of history and unknown people can still provide experience and strength for the successors.

　　 Those powers are insignificant to Jenkins, but what he lacks is combat experience.

　　The eyes seemed to penetrate the long river of time and saw the battle of the ancient strong men. Trickle history conceals the names of those heroes, but as long as those who pass on justice and faith remain, their power will never disappear.

　　 Jenkins thinks he is not the kind of person who fights for justice, but he doesn't mind occasionally acting as a "messenger of justice" when he has nothing to do. Because of this, he is not a born savior [hero], but in this era, it is difficult to find someone more kind and kind than him, an outsider.

　　 The surging flame overflowed from the body, as if igniting the blood mist in the air. The unicorn screamed loudly, and the divine power dispelled the malicious curse. Jenkins swung his sword down, and the sword light collided with the blood mosquito that the countess had transformed.

　　 The spreading shock wave cleared the blood fog again, and the angry monster buzzed and flew into the sky as well.

　　 Below the unicorn, the formed sword dance circle spreads outward again, and the frost in the air almost fights against the blood mist.

　　 The blood mist was manipulated into solid red tentacles and pulled towards Jenkins, but was easily cut into two by the sword mark.

　　 The activating mist also hides the souls of those who are cursed. The flying giant blood mosquito manipulates blood to attack Jenkins, while ordering those souls twisted into a terrifying appearance by the power of the creeps to attack and harass their opponents.

　　 The appearance of those souls is like a piece of blood-sucking mosquitoes, but Jenkins just raised his eyes and saw that the power of [Nightmare-ridden] directly caused those souls to fall asleep.

　　 The twisted human face threw out from the fog, and Jenkins knocked it apart with a punch. The unicorn carried him dexterously in the **** fog, and the sword marks that were continuously turning and cutting around, almost cut off the mystery that had reached the last step.

　　 "It turns out I am so good now."

　　 He thought of jumping down from the back of the unicorn again, and underneath was the head of the giant blood mosquito. The decayed gray mist wrapped around the sword, and only the green aura that Jenkins could notice, clinging to the holy sword with world tree material.

　　 The sword containing two different powers at the same time finally pierced into the monster's head again. As the power of death and life intertwine and whirl in its body, the two conflicting powers finally triggered a terrible explosion of energy.

　　PS: This is probably the first time that Jenkins has not borrowed the power of divinity or the son of God, and has not borrowed tricks and methods to fight head-on with demigod opponents. The story has developed to this point, and Jenkins, the sixth-level gift, can be regarded as an expert in the background of the story.

Chapter 1604 Chapter 1579 The Alliance's Promise

　　 At the same time as the explosion occurred, Jenkins was caught by the unicorn during the fall. With the two flying into the sky, huge blood mosquitoes exploded inch by inch behind them. Not all creatures can easily balance life and death, this is also a unique talent of Jenkins.

　　 The red mist dissipated with the death of the manipulator, and the terrifying curse had lost the attachment of the body. He wanted to attack the nearest living, but was easily driven away by the unicorn.

　　Misuo [Scarlet Dinner] was completely shattered after this war, and then the magical fan lock [Purification of Heaven], which had already formed, dyed the ground and sky golden. The power of evil was steaming and disappearing. The demigods of the church finally entered the Earl of Paramount’s Manor, and the believers who watched the lie looked at them with swords.

　　 "You, like the police, always show up after the matter is over."

　　 Jenkins ridiculed, and slapped his mount to express his praise. The little beast yelled briskly to express his happiness.

　　 "First, we came earlier than you, and the church arrived last week; second, if you didn't move too fast, we should be the one who solved her."

　　 The secret guard Wood Brossier, wearing a white sacrificial robe, said that the city of Beldiran is the site of the Church of the Sage in the traditional sense, so he now speaks.

　　 "In short, this time I solved the big trouble of Berdylan. The monster in my dream not long ago was also solved by us. You don't need to thank you for this. After all, we also live in this city."

　　 He wanted to say a few beautiful words, so he used [Real Phantom] to return to the ruins. But the secret guard asked him to stop:

　　 "Believers of lies, you will not be clear about the things at the end of the era. You know the things about the savior when you want to come."

　　 At this moment, the demigods of the twelve churches are all there, and he uttered the word [Savior] in full view.

　　 "Know something, what do you want to do?"

　　 Although I knew that the church always wanted to talk to believers who lied about this matter, I didn't expect the secret guard to speak out in this situation abruptly without anyone discussing it.

"I know that although you are not good people, you are definitely not bad people. Now that the catastrophe at the end of the era is a little closer, the dangers in Nolan have already emerged. I don't think you would want this era to end in destruction. , It’s better to cooperate with the Orthodox Church and talk frankly and honestly. What we need now is cooperation rather than confrontation."

　　 the secret guard said, his tone was very sincere.

　　 "If everyone understands the importance of cooperation at this time, then this country under our feet will not have war with a country further away. I personally agree with your point of view, but..."

　　 Jenkins deliberately said in a mocking tone, sniffed his nose, and then looked at everyone present in turn. Under their feet are the ruins of the manor covered by golden magical runes, and the curse of the power of the lock will not flow out here:

　　"But may I ask, how many saviors have been found by the Orthodox Church now? I know that the epic records of the years, there will be 9 saviors in this era, so how many have you found now?"

　　 He now occupies six places, and currently there are still green symbols representing life, purple symbols of destiny, and yellow emblems of spells that have not appeared. Taking advantage of this opportunity, we may be able to know the natural saviors that the church has found, so as to infer the arrival time of the final moment.

　　 No one answered Jenkins’s question, but at the same time everyone knew how important this question is. Since the star of destiny shone and the night sky six months ago, the search for a savior has been in full swing. The Twelve Orthodox Churches have a long heritage, and they all understand what a savior represents, but unfortunately it has been nearly a year. Except for the fact that the Church of the Sages first discovered a certain young man who didn’t understand anything at first, other The church found nothing.

　　 Because of this, all the saviors currently known by the churches are all suspected believers of the God of Lies.

　　 "The star of destiny in the sky has gleamed, and the disaster at the end of the era is right in front of us. If the church wants to talk to us, it's not impossible."

　　 After taking the initiative in the conversation, Jenkins continued to say that the church cooperation proposal is very reasonable. No matter what capacity he intends to face the ultimate disaster in the future, cooperation with the church is necessary.

"The problem is that believers of lies believe in the same gods, so they can be counted as a group with the same interests and cooperate with you. However, in my impression, the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods does not seem to be the kind that can cooperate closely. Organization. Each church has its own doctrine, its own purpose, and even its bargaining chips are different. It's okay to talk to us, but who are we going to talk to, or which churches?"

　　 He asked, thinking in his mind that it is good for the church to organize a qualified alliance for negotiation.

　　 Everyone in the church was silent. Everyone has their own ideas. After a while, the old secret guard replied:

"This is negotiable, but we need time. This is not something that these people present can easily decide. But I want to know whether you now in front of us can give promises on behalf of all your companions-believers in the God of Lies Are there any intentions to cooperate with the Orthodox Church?"

　　 He asked loudly, Jenkins smiled, looked at the distant city, and looked at the distant mountains that seemed to be connected to the sky:

　　 "For this world, of course we can cooperate."

　　 "Then if the Twelve Orthodox Churches will organize a good alliance and want to discuss cooperation matters, where are we going to find you?"

　　The secret guard asked again.

　　 "Look for me? Of course..."

　　 He turned his head and looked towards the west. At this time, as the sun sets, the western sky has been dyed bright red. The sunset at the end of summer is very beautiful, reflecting on the faces of people in the sky, making everyone seem to be covered with a layer of orange yarn:

　　 "If you want to find us, go to Nolan, the legendary land of the eighteenth period in the prophecy, the city where fate and jokes gather."

　　He pointed in Nolan's direction, and then turned to look at the church people:

　　 "I'm there, I've always been there."

　　 "Do you believe it?"

　　 the secret guard asked seriously.

　　 "Although I am a believer in lies, all this is for this world."

　　 He raised his right hand to his ear:

　　 "Everything is for this beautiful world. If you want to find me, you can definitely find us in Nolan."

　　 "Everything is for this world."

　　The secret guard raised his hand like Jenkins, and the others did the same. Everyone’s voice resonated and buzzed in the ears of everyone present:

"Just like in the ancient myths, those alliances formed to fight against catastrophes, we will follow the experience of the ancients and history, and reorganize a unified alliance to fight against the disaster at the end of the era. Even if we are different in identity, language or belief, but The alliance is bound to be established, because all this is for this world."

Chapter 1605 The first thousand five hundred and eighty

　　 Listening to the words lingering in his ear, Jenkins smiled with satisfaction. He nodded at the church demigods in front of him, first let the unicorn disappear, and then fell to the ground by himself:

　　 "I look forward to your coming"

　　 He disappeared the moment he touched the ground.

　　 Even if they were in a daze, the believer of the lie disappeared in a way that no one understood. There were so many eyes looking at him, but no one could explain exactly how the believer who lied left.

　　 But fortunately, this is not the first time that their group has left in such a bizarre way, so the demigods of the church are not surprised. After confirming that he had really left, he set out to face the heavily polluted land of the Earl of Paramount Manor.

　　Of course, people still remember that the saint son of the Church of the Sage and the reserve nun of the Church of Nature still did not appear. The old secret guardian Mr. Brossier took his companions and fell to the ruins of the manor building. They didn't think Jenkins would die like this. If there really was a son who had fallen in the mortal world, the sage would have appeared long ago.

　　 "St. William..."

　　 Before he could finish shouting a complete sentence, he saw the blood red mist hovering about to disappear unexpectedly condensed together again and fell in front of everyone.

　　 The blood mist hovered over the ruins like a whirlwind, drove the building garbage and furniture fragments below to be rolled up and fell.

　　 A golden lightning shot from a distance like a javelin. It was the [Thunder Gun] cast by Mr. Neilphons of the Nature Church by manipulating the force of nature. This is a very powerful magical ability, almost a miracle.

The 　　 thunder gun accurately hit the center of the whirlwind-like blood mist, but it passed directly through it without causing any damage to it. But after the blood mist was hit once, it quickly fell downwards, rolling up more stones, wood and glass fragments and flying into the air.

　　 When all these things fell to the ground, the messy ruins became even more messy, and the earl appeared in the blood fog.

　　 She is still wearing a luxurious banquet dress, but now the skirt is in tatters, and even the white lace has become charred black. Her feather fan was missing, so she couldn't hide the face that showed its true face.

　　 That is how ugly, how ugly. Probably the most deformed humans have regenerated abscesses on their faces, and then their entire faces will swell up after being stung by a venomous scorpion, and they will have similar looks.

　　 "Don't move anyone, or I will kill him!"

　　 She stuck Jenkins's neck with her arm, pinching Jenkins to stand. The blood mist of her incarnation just opened the wreckage of the building just to be able to find a suitable hostage.

　　 "I know this person is extraordinary. I can smell the noble taste in his blood. Now do as I say, otherwise I will kill him!"

　　 the countess yelled loudly, she opened her mouth wide, exposing her fangs and placed it next to Jenkins’ neck. One of them was the B-12-3-5800 [Vampire Fang] that she asked for. She grabbed this in the chaos that started when the steam bomb exploded, and relying on it, after being defeated by Jenkins, the incarnation of the curse, Can still survive by chance.

　　 The demigods of the church have not left yet, but they did not anticipate this situation. Most of them know the identity of Jenkins, and the participation of the sage's son in this operation is the most reliable point of the operation itself. Therefore, they did not speak, but let everyone in the Church of the Sages make up their minds.

But the nearest secret guards, Mr. Brossier, Mr. Donald Yasen and Mr. Gilbert, who were the “temple left hand”, did not speak either, but looked at the clothes covered with dust, but the accident did not hurt much. Jenkins.

　　 "You, ask them for help."

　　 Seeing that the development of the matter was a bit unexpected, the countess who had no other choice shook the arm that held Jenkins viciously, and asked Jenkins.

"me?"

　　 he asked, and after getting confirmation, he tried hard to stretch his right hand forward and shouted:

　　 "Chocolate, save me~"

　　

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat squatting obediently on the upturned end of the beam, carefully licked his little paw. It looked so clean, it didn't seem to have just escaped from the rubble.

　　 "Who is the chocolate?"

　　 Apparently the countess didn’t know the name of the well-behaved kitten raised by Jenkins.

　　 "You don't need to know this."

　　 As he said, Jenkins pushed his right hand upwards and abruptly pressed the countess’s chin. At the same time, his left hand grabbed the hand that clamped his neck, and then turned vigorously under his feet, and abruptly broke free from the opponent's "embrace".

　　 The ugly vampire opened her arms and pounced on Jenkins again, knowing that this was the only way she could get out now. But I didn't expect that Jenkins would not dodge. Instead, he crashed into her arms like hugging her.

　　 Both of them stopped for a moment, and then Jenkins stepped back slowly so that people around him could see the primitive dagger [Vampire Buster] that he had inserted into the other's chest.

　　 There is [True Eye], Jenkins cannot give the enemy the chance of suspended animation. Just considering that he and Miss Capet were on a mission this time, but in the end nothing was done, so she specifically gave her a chance to make this ridiculous scene.