"This is real."

　　 Alexia replied, and then poked Dolores on the forehead:

　　 "You can let go, Jenkins said he will only use the fear halo twice."

　　 The fall of the giant tree caused the white mist to rise and fall more violently, and the black shadow of the dragon emerged from the black mist again. This time it almost rushed out of the white mist, but it seemed to be forced down by something.

　　 The miserable roar seemed to foretell the damage the dragon suffered, and then the unicorn rushed out of the white mist. This was also the first creature to successfully rush out of the white mist after the start of the battle, except for the trees. But soon it rushed into the white mist again, and then never appeared again.

　　 The blood-colored fountain sprayed into the sky from the east side of the venue. Because the height of the spray was too high, almost everyone in the front row was showered when it landed. It's easy to tell that this is genuine blood, but I don't know whose blood it is.

　　 "Miss Fabry" vigorously hummed from the white mist, followed by an echoing cold snort from Jenkins. The conversation between the two was intermittent, and it was impossible to hear what they were talking about. After the conversation disappeared, the fog suddenly contracted toward the center of the venue, and after reaching a certain limit, it spread again like an explosion.

　　 At the same time, three metal objects were thrown into the white mist. Under people's gaze, the three steam bombs exploded into sparks in the air, and the flying shrapnel scattered around and was stopped.

　　 Seeing this scene, Dolores could imagine Jenkins standing under the white fog and throwing a steam bomb with her head up, so she asked quietly:

　　 "How did he bring the steam bomb on him?"

　　 A steam bomb is not something that can be stuffed into a pocket.

Chapter 2073 Chapter 2042 Betting

　　 "The steam bomb? Oh, it was brought by Princess Sophia. The silver dragon used ancient alchemy methods to make its own dragon scales into a very special space item, which is considered an alchemy item."

　　 Alexia said, and then together with Dolores saw that Jenkins flew out of the white mist as if by a punch.

　　 He pointed to the depths of the white fog in the air, and the vines immediately bounced from the fog to the sky, entangled his wrists, and then pulled him to the ground again.

　　The white sword light flickered and split the fog. After the sharp sound of someone rubbing the glass with their nails, a moment of silence finally came.

　　 Dolores wanted to ask what was going on, but was surprised to find that she couldn't make a sound.

"Most of the spell abilities require the chanting of mantras, so it is very effective to silence the use of spells. However, smart gifters can often rely on gestures and mental power to omit the chanting of mantras. Process, so this method is useless to high-level gifters."

　　 Alexia's voice appeared directly in Dolores' mind, she nodded in a somewhat ignorant way, and watched the "firework show" start again.

　　 If only from the sound and visual effects, the following is definitely quite intense. Although it will not wipe out the walls of the space, at least people agree that if it were not for the building to spontaneously protect the people on the "audience hall", it would have caused deaths and injuries long ago.

But as long as Dolores thinks about it, the reality is that Jenkins is standing there, throwing all kinds of weird things into the air, sometimes touching the chocolate, and then speaking to Princess Sophia, and she will feel this scene. very funny.

　　 This was originally a duel that determined the fate of the world, but Jenkins made it into such a ridiculous scene. Dolores didn't know what to say, but hoped that the history books and historical materials of later generations would not record the truth of what happened today, just record what people saw.

　　 Otherwise, the people of the next era will really no longer believe even a punctuation mark uttered by a lie believer.

　　 The fight lasted for about an hour, and it stopped abruptly after people were almost tired of seeing the "sound and light effects".

　　The white mist finally dissipated, and Miss Fabry put her hands on the sacred bone sword and fell to the ground on one knee. Her hair was completely unraveled, and her forehead was full of sweat, but her clothes unexpectedly seemed flat after being ironed.

　　 Jenkins on the other side was a little embarrassed. He was lying on his side on the ground, his face down, and the large floor tiles under him dented downward, as if he had been hit by a giant's fist. Only half of the sleeves remained on the coat of the upper body, the trousers seemed to be scorched by the fire, and the white shirt turned the yellow of the earth.

　　 The two legs are slightly bent, because of the side-lying posture, one is above and the other is below, and the body is curled up like a shrimp. Fist with his left hand folded up and leaned against his head, and his right arm was pressed under his left arm, close to the knee that was bent due to the curling motion.

　　 Chocolate is lying next to Jenkins' head, meowing like he wants to wake him up. The cat's black and white hair was also contaminated with dust, but the chocolate didn't notice it, rubbing Jenkins's hair to make him move.

　　 "Oh~"

　　'S right hand trembled, and then his body shook a few times before finally supporting the ground with his hands so that he could barely sit up.

　　 Jenkins and Miss Fabry both gasped for a while. On the surface, of course, Jenkins looked more embarrassed, but now no one dares to say who won.

　　 After a while, Jenkins picked up the cat and stood up in the hollow, but Miss Fabry still knelt there with the sword on one knee.

　　 "You surrender, it won't make sense to continue to fight, we don't have to be born and die."

　　 Jenkins said, pressing his green hand against his heart, his pale face immediately became a little more bloody.

　　 "William...Williamt, you...didn't tell the truth."

　　 Compared to Jenkins’s very airy voice, "Miss Fabry"’s voice is not only intermittent, but also abnormally weak:

　　 "You have a secret, you are stronger than I thought."

　　 "Everyone has a secret. Isn’t that normal? Don’t you have a secret?"

　　 He tidyed up his clothes, patted the hem a little, then tore off the jacket with only the sleeves and threw it on the ground, standing in place wearing the shirt with dust and holes everywhere.

　　 Although the clothes are almost impossible to wear, the appearance of the elves has improved, so he doesn't look as embarrassed as he thought.

　　 "Your secret... I didn't expect it."

　　 Miss Fabry suddenly covered her mouth, and people on her side could see the black and red blood sticking out of the fingers.

　　 "Let's admit defeat, I think I can help you heal. Although it looks like boasting, I am probably the best healer in this era, the material world."

　　 "No, William, sacrificed so much to get to the last step. Mr. Candle is dead, and the end is coming. We have planned for so long and waited for so long. How can I back down here?"

Miss Fabry finally stood up, but she didn’t mention the holy sword—she couldn’t mention it. The bone holy sword inherited some of the characteristics of the skull sword. For example, only the master can use it, otherwise she would suffer the sword itself. Princess Sophia didn’t want to be cursed by the sword.

　　 "What do you want to do? Continue to fight? I'm pretty sure you will lose, it doesn't make sense."

　　 Jenkins said very seriously, patted the cat on his shoulder to keep it from moving, and then picked up the cane again:

　　 "If you want to continue, I will not object, but you may die."

　　 Miss Fabry smiled, her voice sad and mocking:

"So what? I admit that you are indeed very powerful. Even if you don't use the power of the Son, I am afraid that even a demigod can't beat you... But it's good, the savior should be like this I just don’t know if you understand what you’re using...Come on, I think I’m fine...If you win, this sword is yours."

　　 She lightly kicked the sword stuck in the ground:

"In order to neutralize the undead power of the Skeleton Sword itself, we re-tempered it with the branches of the old World Tree, so you may be able to use this gift. If you win, this sword will be yours. . Williams, since you think you can win, then try it!"

Chapter 2074 Chapter 2043 The Only Savior

　　 "Miss Fabry" did not lift the sword, but rushed straight towards Jenkins with his fist clenched, and Jenkins dropped his cane to greet him.

　　 The moment she punched, Miss Fabry's fist seemed to be enveloped by a layer of liquefied mercury. In a punch, Jenkins blocked his arms, and Jenkins' right arm was immediately fractured.

　　 This is not a pretense, it is a real fracture. Princess Sophia is more powerful than anyone Jenkins has ever seen.

　　 He fisted back with his left fist, but Miss Fabry's right hand held his fist and couldn't move. Then Fabry's left fist hit Jenkins's heart again, and Jenkins snorted. Although he did not retreat, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

"it's useless."

　　 A green light appeared on Jenkins's arm, and the seeds hidden in the sleeves of the shirt sprouted and grew into vines, and through the clenched fist, they wrapped around Miss Fabry's right arm.

　　 It was too late for the latter to retreat. Just as Jenkins turned into a tentacle monster, dense vines emerged from his clothes. When Miss Fabry desperately blocked her, Jenkins, who was free, blasted a punch, hitting Miss Fabry's chest.

　　 She flew upside down, and even rolled two laps after landing on the ground before she stopped.

　　 Princess Sophia’s beating Jenkins is of course a real beating, but Jenkins’s beating each other is a fake. Don't talk about [Power of Titans], he didn't even really get close to each other, regardless of whether he flew upside down or rolled two laps, all of them were performed by Princess Sophia herself.

　　 "Look, you have no chance of winning."

　　 He said while connecting his broken arm bones, staring at the woman who was slowly getting up:

　　 "Don't worry, I don't want your sword, it can be regarded as the relics of Mr. Candle and the black robe people, you can keep it yourself."

　　 "William, do you think you have won?"

　　 The solid ground suddenly undulated like a lake, and a huge black shadow appeared and wandered on the ground. This was the dragon that I saw just now in the white mist.

　　 The shadow of the dragon surrounded Miss Fabry. When her feet were off the ground, the shadow also flew out of the ground. Silver scales appeared on the shadow of the dragon, and gradually revealed the appearance of the silver dragon.

　　 If Jenkins read it right, it is the real appearance of Lord Silver Dragon. This is not an illusion, it is an extraordinary ability for real. Although I don't know the specific effect, if it is true, Jenkins can guarantee that he is safe and sound, but it is difficult to say whether the people behind him are safe and sound.

　　Miss Fabry held her hands high in the air, and the holy silver brilliance enveloped her body. The silver dragon rises as she rises, and while hovering upwards, it is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, it is completely integrated into the silver light of Miss Fabry raising her hands.

　　The energy and spirit are gathered between Miss Fabry's palms. The light is so strong that people can't even look directly at her palms. She slowly moved the palm down, and finally aimed her palm at Jenkins.

　　 The silver light, suddenly, once again caused the entire floating building to be lit like a huge gas lamp. The energy beam bombarded Jenkins, even if Jenkins was evaporated, people would not be surprised.

　　 But he didn’t panic, instead he took out a silver knife from nowhere and threw it forward:

　　 "Sword Dance·Spinning."

　　 Of course, this is what he said in his heart. The silver sword light straightly split the bright silver energy beam. Behind the energy beam, Miss Fabry "subconsciously" tilted her head to the right, so the sword light only cut off a bunch of her hair. .

　　 The knife flew to the rear, and people who reacted in time immediately bowed their heads, so the knife was only nailed to the wall and buzzed and trembled because of the great strength.

　　 When Miss Fabry fell from the air, the energy and spirit scattered in the silver beam of light just now had been blocked by the barriers around the arena.

　　 She stood on the ground, looking lonely at Jenkins opposite, Jenkins asked again:

　　 "Will you continue to fight?"

　　 "You are really not easy. There is no intelligence to explain that you still have this ability."

　　Because there are many such abilities, Jenkins is not worried that [Sword Dance·Spinning] will connect him with believers of lies. On the contrary, gradually letting the church learn that he has concealed some "innocent" secrets, which is more beneficial to his overall integrity.

　　 "Will you continue to fight?"

　　 Jenkins repeated again, trying to put his hands in his pockets, but only then did he remember that the upper body only has a shirt, and the shirt has no side pockets.

　　 "No need..."

　　 She sighed and turned back nostalgic to look at the sword stuck on the ground. Turned around again--

　　 "I admit defeat, you won."

　　 The woman said simply, raising her eyes to Jenkins, as if to talk, but in the end she just bit her lip and said nothing. She turned around the sword and walked out of the field, with her long hair shaking, leaving an impressive trajectory in the air.

　　 The scene was silent, and people didn't expect it to end like this.

Jenkins was also standing there looking at Miss Fabry's back in a daze. After she really left the ground below and walked towards the upper seat through the steps, she walked a few steps forward as if she was waking up from a big dream. Pick up the sword left by the opponent.

　　 But he stopped after not taking a few steps, with the expression on his face, as if he had discovered something surprising, he stretched his head forward to look at the sword.

　　 Thousands of light **** floating under the completely transparent ceiling made the sword reflect light. Jenkins stretched out his right hand and moved forward. The sword flew out automatically and was held by him with the sound of whoosh.

　　 looked down at the weapon in his hand, then raised his head to look upward, turned 360 degrees, and looked at all the people above.

　　 Jenkins raised the sword high:

　　 "I think, I won."

　　 His voice echoed throughout the arena, and the next sentence he said when he raised his head was louder than the last sentence:

　　 "I think I am the only savior of the Eighteenth Century."

　　 Lies that the priesthood jumps in the soul, but this is not enough to give birth to divinity. It's just that this wonderful "performance" has brought about a more profound change in the priesthood, which is a value that is incomparable to the gods.

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

This is probably the smoothest thing Jenkins has dealt with recently. When he said that, it was 9:13 in the morning, which means that after he admitted that he was going to be promoted to the beast of disaster It only took him less than four hours to make himself a recognized savior by the world through reasonable and legal channels.

　　[Uncrowned King] The required racial faith is obtained through this identity. But because the speed of message transmission was limited, he could not acquire the ability at that moment, but it should be almost the same in the evening or so on this day.

　　Although fighting is acting, Jenkins was tired enough, so he didn't continue to participate in negotiations afterwards to discuss the minor matters. Instead, I asked for a room, took a comfortable hot bath, changed into a new suit, and restarted today's activities.

　　 Although I wanted to sleep in bed, it was not far from midnight, and he didn't have much time to waste.

　　 The first and most important thing is the bone holy sword left to him by "Miss Fabry". This is a genuine and powerful gift, and it has long been confirmed by the church as a transformation of the creepy [Dead Soul's Skeleton Sword]. Although it appears to be a "kindly" gift from Miss Fabry, in the last two days, whether it is the "mass violent death" of the lie believers or today's duel, it is somewhat inexplicable. For the sake of safety, the church concealed Miss Fabry. A thorough inspection of the sword was carried out with Jenkins.

　　 Of course, the Bone Sword is okay. As the only owner since its birth, Jenkins is quite confident of this. But he still had to waste nearly an hour, and carried out a simple inspection of the sword with the church. This is just a preliminary inspection. If it is not that there is not enough time, the church even wants to temporarily send the sword to Bel Dylan. The inspection conditions there are better.

　　 As the former secret guardian elder of the church, of course he was the main force of this inspection. He carried out various tests on the sword itself from the perspective of cursing the user, leaving behind the soul fragments, etc., and finally returned it to Jenkins with regrets on his face:

　　 "Well, I think this sword is indeed fine."

　　 While talking, he took off the special pair of gloves. The old man is not the master of the sword, and he will be cursed if he touches it rashly.

　　 "You look disappointed?"

　　 Jenkins asked, and Mr. Gilbert explained:

　　 "Mr. Oliver probably thinks that if there is no problem this time, it means that Miss Fabry has a bigger conspiracy."

　　 "So, is it possible that believers of lies have no conspiracy at all?"

　　 Jenkins tried to ask.

　　 As of now, the "historical mission" of the believers of lies has been completed and they can exit perfectly.

　　 "Oh, don't be silly, Jenkins."

　　 Dad shook his head and said.

"And one more thing......"