Chapter 1789 The first thousand seven hundred and sixty

　　 The world seemed to be a sea of ​​electric light at this moment. In an instant, lightning connected into chains, running through every drop of raindrops. Electric light forms a power grid. Every drop of rain is a node. The center of the huge power grid is the small hammer. Jenkins, who had a relaxed face, couldn't help but look up and squinted at the arc surging in the depths of the sky:

　　 "I know that as long as there is the suffix ‘God’ in the name, it will definitely not be a simple item."

　　 When searching for the information on the clock and the mechanical heart, Jenkins also searched for the information on this hammer. But the first two can find clues in the secret trail library behind the Gate of Vientiane. Only the hammer has no clue. This in itself shows the terrible C-08-2-5930 [Thor's Wrath].

At this moment, facing the situation where the man raised his hammer and flew into the sky uncontrollably, and at the same time the restless spirit and surging energy around him had reached the limit, Jenkins took out the cat in his arms and threw it into the distance, and then took out his cane and slammed. jump.

　　 At this moment, the thunder was falling, and the burst of white light made the night briefly turn into day. The rumble of thunder did not dissipate for a long time, and the black electric light even made people in the distance feel numb. The magnets in Nolan and the surrounding area all failed within a short period of five seconds, and even the battlefield on the side of the fog giant was suspended for a while because of this terrifying thunder.

　　 The thunder ended but the electric light did not dissipate. From Jenkins's position just now, a deep dent on the ground explained Jenkins' whereabouts.

　　 The demigod of the Gear Craftsman's Association, holding the hammer in his hand, it fell to the ground tremblingly. Using this blow with extreme overload, the aftermath almost turned the whole city into white ground. But after all, there were some scruples, so in the end, all the buildings on the street facing the attack collapsed. Because of the height of the lightning, there was only a deep crater that was still jumping with lightning within twenty feet of the ground. .

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

　　 But the holder of the hammer was still uneasy, tracking the drag mark on the ground, watching it hit three streets and then stopped in the garden of a huge mansion.

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

"let me tell you."

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

　　 "From your attack, I learned about the power of thunder and lightning. Although I did not acquire the relevant ability, I can at least master some techniques for controlling thunder and lightning-I plan to say this to the church in a while."

　　 "Don't you think I have no strength to kill you now? Are you still standing?"

　　 asked the man in black formal wear, he has been relieved from the consumption of that blow just now:

　　 "We have investigated you. You have been the bestower for up to one year. Even if you are protected by the items given by the church, how many means do you have to protect your life?"

　　 He seems to have misunderstood the reason why Jenkins survived.

"You are not a demigod. You don't know how the demigod who really finds the way to advancement on your own is different from ordinary gifters. Don't hold on to it. If there is no additional item protection, the strike just now should have already killed you. Are the internal organs cooked? The gift of vitality is really so terrible, such an injury can stand up, if you are not sure that you were an ordinary person a year ago, I even doubt you are the world... ."

　　 He did not continue to use the hammer, but squeezed out a small gear from his pocket. It was an ordinary metal object, but with the chanting of the mantra, a dim aura clung to it.

　　 Jenkins recognized that this is a very common spell ability [metal blasting], specifically to make metal objects explosive. This ability limits the ability of blessings above level 6 to learn, and the power of the explosion is very large, at least comparable to the inferior burst spell used by Jenkins.

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

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

　　 "Don't provoke me on purpose, 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 carrying the hammer actually found ice debris splashing around. He frowned and sprinkled a handful of iron powder into the rain. The iron powder did not fall to the ground, but floated strangely behind the explosion dust:

"not dead?"

　　 People who know the church will appear soon, even if they are confident, they dare not delay. Repeating the same technique, while leaping upward, he held up [Thunder God's Fury] again and called the black thunder down again.

　　 But this time, Jenkins jumped from the ground at the same time as the thunder and lightning passed.

　　【Power of Titan】!

　　 He emptied his right hand and "caught" the black lightning in the air. After landing lightly, his body slightly shifted to the side and back, the center of gravity was down and his right elbow was back, the electric light struggling to splash into the rain as if restrained by his right hand. But the central energy condensed, Jenkins threw the black lightning back like a javelin.

　　 I don't know if the power of Titan is blessing the power of thunder and lightning, or the power of Jenkins itself has infected this electric light. The lightning that came out of his hands transformed into a dazzling gold in the air, and pierced through the air by a man caught off guard.

　　 He fell from the air with a scream, and as he fell, Jenkins came to face him. The demigod swung a hammer and hit Jenkins's forehead from the sky. Jenkins ignored the electric lights and slammed a punch into the air, causing the man who was paralyzed by the thunder light to fly out and hit the grass a few times. Just stopped.

　　 Jenkins didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe, and at the same time he pounced on the enemy, flames spurted out from his hands toward the front. But he didn't want to burn him to death, he just wanted to cover the weapons under the flames.

　　 clang~

　　 The Bone Sacred Sword pierced the opponent's chest. He thought it would be blocked by a metal plate, but he unexpectedly pierced it directly.

　　 "There is no mechanical transformation? The technology is immature, so only the low-level gifters use it..."

　　 He whispered in his heart, turning his wrist abruptly, letting the sword blade pass through the opponent's body. Then he quickly retracted the holy sword, thinking about giving him another blow to make his death normal, but he didn't expect the ground under his feet to creep.

Chapter 1790 Chapter 1761 Take a Step Back

　　Ripple appeared on the grass in the rain, and as the soil lifted up in the rain, the metal pipes buried deep in the ground gushed out from the ground one after another. The waves of the terrible spirit covered every corner of this garden, and even the remaining metal buttons on Jenkins' coat began to tremble inexplicably. The man who couldn't help bleeding from his chest finally no longer cared about being noticed by the church. While preparing for the next full-strength attack, he stepped back a little embarrassed:

　　 "Just stabbed me, what metal did you use?"

　　 Jenkins thought that the opponent had also undergone mechanical transformation, so he used the Bone Sword for insurance. But with the cover of flames and the fact that the power of the dead was not revealed just now, the demigod of the Craftsman Society did not think of the sword that belonged to the believer of lies.

　　 "It doesn't matter anymore."

　　 Jenkins looked up to the sky, and the five demigods of the Orthodox Church descended from the sky and surrounded the metal pipes that surged on the ground like worms and the men in black formal wear.

　　 Jenkins immediately took a step back, and then watched the magical light illuminate the night sky. But at the same time, the weird black thunder lighted up again, and the demigod of the Ocean Church widened his eyes:

　　 "Let you see what is the fury of the storm!"

　　 The golden lightning flew from the ground to the air, colliding with the black electric light, leaving a terrible arc flashing in the air in the dark.

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

　　 But at this moment there are five demigods, and this blow was easily eliminated.

　　 Wind pressure and electric light make the surrounding air refract strange light and shadow. The dazzling light and the loud whistling make everyone can't help covering their ears and closing their eyes.

　　 But Jenkins was not afraid of thunder and lightning, and at this chaotic moment, he leaped towards the enemy who was disengaged because of his full strength. He didn't want to approach head-on, just wanted the opponent to enter his range:

　　 "Profane production!"

　　 The vine sprang out from the lightning bolt, piercing straight into the temple of a man. They sucked quickly, and soon left an illusory round coin.

　　 The electric light has not disappeared. Just as Jenkins tried to pick up the hammer, a black shadow appeared from a distance. The short man who emerged from the shadow world, holding his unconscious body in one hand and the hammer in the other, jumped back to the shadow world without even looking at Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins could have stopped, but he didn't do it. He stood there waiting for the jumping electric light to disappear, and the church's support staff also found that the enemy was missing.

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

　　 The only demigod who saw his face and knew that he was a suspected high-level gifter could no longer wake up, so there was no need to stop his partner and take it away. As long as the opponent dared to take the soul-shattered corpse into the ground, Jenkins would immediately be able to find the lair of the Artisan Society through [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, looked towards the second floor of the house, Queen Isabella's bedroom.

　　 Jenkins hasn't forgotten his cat. Just now, in order to prevent it from being accidentally injured, Jenkins threw the cat away from the roof. Even knowing that chocolate is hard to get hurt, after all, Jenkins was thrown off a speeding train when it was even weaker, but still a little worried.

　　 Fortunately, after the men from the Artisan Society were taken away by their companions, the church's gifter squads also rushed in. Chocolate probably followed them to find here. After seeing Jenkins, he rushed to his feet, using his paws to pull Jenkins' pants that he was almost going to scrap.

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

　　 I don’t know what a coincidence, the place of the final battle happened to be the residence where Queen Isabella stayed. In order to protect, the church has made a decision to equip Queen Isabella with a team of elites from various churches for a long time. Therefore, when Jenkins was fighting a man with a hammer just now, the people in the house would do everything in the process. I saw it.

　　 They waited until safety was confirmed before they went out to investigate the situation. Although none of the demigods who came to help Jenkins belonged to the church of the sages, they also advised Jenkins not to join the battle. The battle with the giants of the fog is almost over, and the victory of the church is a foregone conclusion.

　　 "Why don't you change your clothes here, take a short break, wait until the end of the battle is signaled, and then return to the Church of the Sages with the night watchman team and fortune-tellers here."

　　Chocolate came here with the believers of [No Light Moon] and [Fate Hermit].

　　 This suggestion is very good, and now there is no need to act in the rain. Mr. Daysville of the Church of the Dead stayed to protect Jenkins' safety and entered the house with him and two other teams. The other four demigods returned to the Church of the Sages, where there were other things that needed to be dealt with.

　　 Although the battle with the Child of the Mist tonight looks terrifying, the light and shadow effect over there does not spread far. After all, the dense mist has only become thinner without dissipating. So before Jenkins was shot down into the garden, most of the people in the house were asleep, but the thunder and lightning and various strange noises made the people here no longer sleep.

　　 Soon after Jenkins and the others entered the house, the queen's close maid, Leonie White, hurried to greet them with a group of panic-faced servants. Mrs. White is a 43-year-old lady who has served Queen Isabella in Cold Spring Palace since the age of 18. She is unmarried for life and is her personal servant during the Queen's "inspection" of Nolan.

　　 After learning that everyone just wanted to take a break and Jenkins wanted a brand new dress, Mrs. White immediately arranged for someone to prepare clothes and tea. Then opened the grand banquet hall on the first floor and let everyone do the renovation first.

　　Mr. Daysville saved them from having to do so. The rain will stop, and the battle with the Child of the Mist will end soon, and a group of people will not stay here for too long.

　　 probably knows Jenkins’s dressing style, and the last clothes I found were white shirts, black pants and overcoats that fit very well. Even rainproof boots and Jenkins's favorite dome hat were found. He took his cat in the room on the other side of the corridor and changed his clothes. When he opened the door to thank the maid outside the door, he saw Queen Isabella in her pajamas and brown coat. The crowd waited at the door.

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

　　 "What happened just now?"

　　 "Nothing happened, just some bad guys."

　　 Jenkins sat down on the sofa again, and the old man sat down too. Older people need adequate sleep, but they will definitely not sleep well tonight. She looked extremely tired, which made the gully-like wrinkles on her face become more obvious, but she was still able to squint to look at Jenkins:

　　 "I heard the servants say that someone saw you falling from the sky."

　　 "So in a while, the church will communicate with all ordinary people in the house to ensure that things tonight will not be told by others."

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

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

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

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

　　 "Then how good are you?"

　　 The old man asked again, although his tone was still plain, he could hear some curiosity.

　　 Jenkins shook his head:

　　 "It's hard to tell."

　　 "Then 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, even if I kill the entire Nolan people, I can do it. Although it's a bit more troublesome, it's not impossible."

　　 The old man was silent for a while, and Jenkins didn’t bother 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 did not answer. He stood up and walked to the window, opened the window to see that the rain had stopped, and the thick fog rose again, but the huge black figure was no longer visible in the depth of the fog.

　　 Because the room is very bright and the window outside is very dark, the glass of the window reflects Jenkins's face and the expression of the old man behind him. Queen Isabella's expression is still plain, the usual indifference, which is the same as Jenkins's often stern face and expressionlessness, which is to cover up the true thoughts in her heart.

　　 "The times have changed."

　　 He said softly, looking out the window, and stroking the chocolate standing on his shoulder. The cat squinted his eyes and lowered his head to accept the beating, and was no longer angry about tonight's affairs.

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

　　 Queen Isabella said, she was pondering, she was hesitating. This is obvious, even Jenkins can see it.

"Since the establishment of the Tower Agreement, there has never been a precedent for an extraordinary person to become a king. At least in the history I have read, even if the royal family has a gift, it has never been a king. But you are right, the times It really changed."

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

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

　　 Jenkins still did not speak.

Chapter 1791 Chapter 1762 The Short End

"If you are willing to let Jessica sit on the throne, then I am happy to achieve a peaceful transfer of power. I don’t mind if you actually manipulate this country. And, ten years later, you can ask Jessica to give you the throne. As long as she agrees, I can guarantee that no one else will have an opinion."

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

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

　　 "I should go back now."

　　 Queen Isabella didn't stop him, she just watched him push the door and leave here. She let out a long sigh, closed her eyes, leaned back stiffly, and leaned on the back of the sofa. Afterwards, he raised his old hand covered with brown age spots and covered his eyes.

　　As the rain stopped, the dense fog came back to the streets, as if just to hide from the rain. But the fog only returned to its usual level, and it was not as severe as when the Child of the Mist appeared. The air was filled with a humid smell, mixed with the smell of gray mist, which really made people feel uncomfortable.

　　 When Jenkins and his party returned to the Church of the Sage in the city center, most of them had already returned except for the follow-up team responsible for cleaning the battlefield. Most people’s faces are full of smiles, after all, this is a solution to a major issue.

　　 Saying goodbye to Mr. Desville who returned with him, Jenkins found Miss Bevanna and explained his whereabouts just now. Miss Bevanna already knew about this, but the old man who had been in the church praised Jenkins for his good performance tonight:

　　 "You have grown up very quickly, and you are already a mature gifter."

　　 He exclaimed, and patted Jenkins on the shoulder as encouragement. Jenkins' actions tonight were reasonable and reasonable, maintaining reasonable caution, and did not back down because of danger.

　　In the eyes of the church, this was the first time he faced a demigod alone. He could retreat without using the power of the Son, even barely suppressing his opponent. Of course, there are reasons why the other party is unwilling to make too much noise, but it also shows that Jenkins has grown to the point where he can take on heavy responsibilities.

　　 This made the old man sigh with emotion, and then asked Jenkins not to forget to write a report on what happened tonight.

　　 It's about four o'clock in the morning. Although there is still a lot to do, the Child of the Mist incident has basically been resolved. Knowing that Jenkins was extremely hard tonight, and that when Miss Bevana arrived at Jenkins's house, she also interrupted his birthday, so Jenkins could go back, and the rest did not need to bother him.