Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Candles can purify, but the flame in the candle's heart cannot be separated; the range of unquenchable fire is larger, but it does not have a purifying effect by itself. In fact, when he saw the word "purification", Jenkins should understand that he had already mastered the key to breaking the deadlock.

　　Ms. Bevanna sat in the first-class compartment of the steam train with her eyes closed, and the train was about to depart in ten minutes. After experiencing so many things in New Truman, she finally had to go back.

　　 Although the Cthulhu Divine Son has not been completely eliminated, at least New Truman City has restored its former peace. At least within half a year, the son of God who escaped at the last moment should not reappear.

　　 Feeling a little bit, Miss Bevanna held down the lace sun hat on her head, and held her head out of the window in the autumn wind. The eyes shone slightly, and then I saw a huge cloud-like thing faintly appeared in the distant sky, and even lightning was brewing in the cloud. Her left eye belongs to the magic eye and can see more things, so she also vaguely feels that it is the location of Nolan City.

"what happened again?"

　　 Miss Bevanna frowned and thought, and then opened the book that she never left. In previous battles, it suffered some damage, but it should still be usable.

　　 The old big book was placed on the desk of the VIP carriage, and the pages of the book were flipped by itself in front of the woman.

　　 It finally stopped, Miss Bevanna leaned over slightly and read the text on that page:

　　【In the thunder and lightning, a new hope is born in the world. This is the sign of the birth of the ‘gift’. No one knows the secret of the gift. This is the realm that God can touch. The sage teaches: the ignorant is guilty, the greedy is guilty, and the saint is innocent. 】

　　 "A new gift...birth?"

　　 She looked at the text in front of her in surprise. As the strongest member of the Orthodox Church in the diocese, she also knew some secrets that could not be leaked. Including, Type A [Trivia], Category B [Transcendent] and Category C [Gifts] Although both may be born in the real world outside the treacherous realm, there are no restrictions on the former two, and the latter must be produced with the gods. Contact can be born.

　　 These are the rules and there are no exceptions.

　　 "Any **** appeared in Nolan again?"

　　 She asked herself incredulously, and found the word "again" somewhat ridiculous.

　　 "May the sages bless me."

　　 drew the holy emblem on his chest lightly, and I can only hope that the gods who descended this time can have mercy on the world.

　　 "May the sages bless me!"

　　 The old man who was dealing with things in the church said softly, leaving the gate of Vientiane and walking back to the ground with Spike, the secret guard on duty today. A lot of people have gathered in the courtyard of the church, and they all looked up at the cloud in the distance.

　　 It is not uncommon for dark clouds to appear in the sky, but dark clouds that seem to appear out of thin air with lightning are rare.

　　 "It's really not peaceful."

　　 The old secret guard said in a hoarse voice, glanced at the cloud, and turned back to the gate of Vientiane. Mr. Gaskell Peters, wearing high boots and a black trench coat, hurried past with a few high-level gifters. In the days when Miss Bevanna was away, he needed to direct the handling of such matters.

　　 And the old man is still leaning against the wall, ignoring the people who are talking quietly, and standing in front of the warm thick metal pipe with some reminiscences in his eyes:

　　 "May the sages bless me, the last time I saw this kind of scene, it has been twenty years..."

　　 "May the sages bless me!"

　　 Jenkins thought the same way, raising his head to look at the candle held high by him. At this time, the unquenchable fire had completely entered the heart of the candle, but he could feel that the two were simply together and had not yet reached "fusion".

　　 Jenkins also couldn't tell, what he was mobilizing now, the spirit of the second-level gifter had been exhausted, but the candle was still sucking/sucking some kind of existence in his body.

　　 The wind was raging and raging, and even the malicious woods had to avoid the edge for a while. The treasure elf screamed vigorously. At that moment, Jenkins's position changed again and he fell into the spring.

　　The shadows gathered from the surface of the woodland and turned into a huge phantom standing in front of Jenkins. He held the unquenchable candle motionless, and crazy voices came from all directions.

　　Kucha!

　　 Just as the phantom formed a **** mouth, the moment it rushed towards Jenkins, a thunder fell from the sky, splitting the shadow, and then hit directly between Jenkins's hands.

　　 The shadow receded, and the charred Jenkins fell completely into the pool. His hands were still held high, and the purifying flame spread from the candle's heart, burning the water surface, and attacking the dark forest.

　　 The crackling sound rang in the air, and the things that were invisible in the space were held against the scorching flames. A faint stench radiated from the ground, rose up, and gradually dissipated; the black mist was extinguished by the sea of ​​fire, and the green aura was faintly visible like a tide, as the wind howled and greeted the flames.

　　 At the last second of passing out, Jenkins saw that big mouth, surrounded by flames, struggling to death, and at the last moment before dissipating, he still rushed towards himself in the water.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, watching the cat drop a shiny metal block from the tree to disperse the malicious shadow.

Chapter 264 Chapter 260 Awakening and the Bedroom

　　 "I have been in a coma a lot recently, should I see a doctor?"

　　 With this thought, Jenkins woke up again.

　　 This exciting fragrance fills the air, with a white veil on top of his head and a blue quilt on his body. The bed is very soft, it is not brand new, because the quilt also has that strange fragrance.

　　 got up from the big excessive bed in a daze, feeling weak all over his body.

　　 Chocolate jumped in front of Jenkins.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It tried to stand up with its back leg, and Jenkins immediately understood what the cat meant. Pinched it by the waist and picked it up.

　　 Judging from the decoration style, this is a woman's room. There is a small table beside the gauze tent. Apart from Jenkins's stuff, there is also a fox-like copper incense burner burning. A huge oil painting hung on the head of the bed. The oil painting was a field of lavender drenched in sunlight, with a huge white windmill in the background.

　　The desk, wardrobe, coffee table, and armchair all have a strong feminine style, and there is a pink hand flower on the table. Jenkins even guessed that this is the bedroom of a certain lady.

　　 The double-opening wooden door was gently pushed open, and the red-haired girl walked in with a silver plate. On the plate is a bowl of soup and some snacks exuding a strong aroma.

　　 "Hathaway."

　　 He said the girl’s name, only to find that his throat was dry and dumb, and his upper and lower lips were stuck together due to excessive lack of water. Just the action of picking up the chocolate will consume most of his physical strength.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins was awake, Hathaway hurriedly placed the dinner plate on the bedside cabinet, and then asked him to lie down and rest.

　　 "How do you feel now?"

"is acceptable."

　　 This is the truth. Although the body is still weak, the vitality is surging again, which is a sign of rapid recovery.

　　 "Stop talking stupid, when I found you, you almost drowned in the water."

　　 She said grotesquely, covering Jenkins with the quilt, and then a blush suddenly flashed across her face, but Jenkins, whose head was recovering quickly, did not notice.

　　 "Did you save me?"

"No, it's chocolate. I was going to do something. I saw your cat pushing a metal block outside near your house. I thought the chocolate was lost, but I didn't expect it to take me to find it. you."

　　 She looked at the cat next to Jenkins’ pillow. It was lying on the bed with its tail wagging slightly, with a proud look.

　　 "Is the animal psychic revelation potion so powerful, maybe I should get some..."

　　 Hathaway whispered, turned around and picked up the dinner plate. Jenkins struggled to get up again, leaning back against the head of the bed, and placing the dinner plate on his lap.

　　 The warm feeling was felt through the quilt. With such a few words, he felt that he could get out of bed.

　　 "What happened at that time?"

　　 He asked in a low voice, and decided in his heart to fabricate a false statement based on Hathaway's knowledge of the matter. Although he was very sorry to lie again, especially when the girl saved him, he had to.

　　 "One day, I will tell her everything...the day I truly become a god."

　　 He promised himself in his heart, but at the same time he hated himself even more shamelessly.

　　 "The nameless new **** has appeared again, right?"

　　 The girl stood up, locked the door, and carefully closed the curtains, then asked carefully.

　　 "This sentence is correct, Xin Shen walked in the woods and hunted today, and then almost died."

　　 Jenkins thought to himself, but nodded solemnly on the surface, "Yes, but please don't say it."

"Jenkins, your common sense is still so bad. When Chocolate led me to the woodland, some visions appeared in the sky above your location, which is a sign of the birth of a new [gift], although not all gifters understand it. This, but there are not a few people who know it. I want to add one more point..."

　　 Her tone suddenly became serious: "In our material world, only the hands of gods can be born [gifts]. Jenkins, please tell me the truth, have you converted to that new god?"

　　 "No, absolutely not!"

　　 He shook his head decisively and looked directly at Hathaway's beautiful eyes. Whenever Jenkins got a chance to tell the truth, he would be so decisive.

　　 After all, what he says most of the time is false.

　　 was quiet for a while, and the two looked at each other like this. On the wall next to the wooden bed head carved with angels and flower petals, a shining brass gas lamp stretched the shadows of the two and printed them on the floor in front of the wardrobe.

　　 "I believe you."

　　 The red-haired lady turned a little red and turned her head actively, pretending to be interested in chocolate again. She reminded softly:

"I want to warn you, no one knows the good and evil of that new god. He has always maintained mysticism. In addition to his believers, neither the black-robed man who collects crooks nor the twin demons are good people. It’s unwise to believe in such an existence. Although you are an illegal gifter, you are indeed a serious sage believer. Even if you put aside everything and become a mortal bishop, it’s better than mixing with that group of people."

After 　　, she remembered something and added:

　　 "Are the twin demons a believer in the new god? People think so now, but no one can be sure. I think you should know something..."

　　 Can’t bear to deceive others anymore, Jenkins nodded, telling the truth:

　　 "He is the same as the black-robed man."

　　 "Oh, I knew it."

　　 She raised her white swan-like neck, with a smile on her lips:

"I know this is the case. Now there are rumors that the end of the era is approaching. The stars representing destiny appear on the horizon, and the next step is to wait for the dawn of the dawn and the doomsday slate of the era to come out... Do you know what it is? Doomsday slate, right?"

　　 "I know!"

　　 He nodded again, and then looked at the dinner plate on his lap. It was really fragrant.

　　 "The new **** coming to the world at this time is definitely not a good sign, and he has already appeared in this city twice in half a year. Do you think the normal great existence will come to the world so frequently?"

　　 Seeing that Jenkins focused on dealing with the food on her knees, her expression eased a little, "Even if you don't want to give up the path of transcendence, try not to get too close to those people."

　　 "I understand, but today's things are very sudden, no one thought of it before it happened..."

　　 This is the first time Jenkins has been cared by women younger than him. Although it feels a bit weird, it is indeed a good thing.

Chapter 265 Chapter 261 The Fountain of Wisdom

　　 Things are almost understood. Jenkins combined the purification candle and the immortal fire. Although he defeated A-11-02-3219, it also caused a vision. Chocolate arrived at the last moment, not only repelled the last counterattack of the treasure elves with the wrapped divine metal block, but also called a helper, otherwise Jenkins was likely to be discovered by the benefactor who came later.

　　 "I met A-11-02-3219. In order to save my life, the black-robed man and the new **** gave me a gift."

　　 As he spoke, he opened his right hand, and a candle burning with a red flame rose from his palm. At the moment it appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to rise.

　　 "Granted to you? It seems that the new **** values ​​you very much. He has made up his mind to make you a believer. This is also considered...Hey, isn't this candle belonged to the man in the black robe?"

　　 She leaned slightly and asked suspiciously.

　　 After the evil spirit incident in the hospital, Jenkins, who was deified for the first time, saved her as a man in black robes. Dreaming back at midnight, Hathaway had dreamed of that terrible night many times, and therefore had a deep memory of this candle.

　　 "Yes, the new **** used that candle and a ball of flame to merge it into it, and the vision was born from it."

　　 This can be admitted, as long as it is not done by Williams.

　　 "Fusion? Is the same kind of swallowing characteristics of special items? The swallowing of gifts between gifts equals the birth of new gifts?"

　　 The girl frowned and muttered to herself, as if thinking of something.

　　 "Is A-11-02-3219 wiped out?"

　　 "Yes, I can feel the increase in spirit, but I just eliminated this phenomenon here. From the root, this kind of trick still exists in this world, so there is very little spirit."

　　 "That's great."

Get up from the chair next to the bed, open the closet, and put a bag of things on the cabinet, "Is this yours? I picked it up. I think the gifters of the Orthodox Church should have completely surrounded the area. , The two of us were almost caught. Fortunately, the chocolate is clever... the things you rented at the lumber yard have also been returned. There is a long distance from the place where you fainted, so don’t worry about it. It is considered by the Orthodox Church to have something to do with this matter. Also, why do you carry so many messy things on your body?"

Including the materials of Mr. Clark’s relics left in front of the wooden house, everything is here. The bottom one is a wet thermal underwear. The cloth bag on it is still there, so Hathaway didn’t know this. The value of an intimate garment. Even the canned meat that was discarded by Jenkins under the tree is here, but Jenkins suspects that this is the position of the chocolate guide, because the girl can't run this far.

　　 He looked suspiciously at the cat on the side, who was lying on the bed and fiddled with his tail with his paws.

　　 "Ha, I think too much again."

　　 Both of them stopped talking. Jenkins felt that he should take the initiative to get rid of this embarrassing situation, so he decided to say something "truth" to ease the atmosphere.

　　 "The black-robed man was here today. When he gave me the candle, he didn't show reluctance."

　　 "Of course, God's command will not be violated. And this candle has already chosen you..."

　　 Hathaway looked at Jenkins, and Jenkins took out the gift again and handed it to her. After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl took it over:

　　 "This is a [gift], a real gift."

　　 looked at the candle in his hand with dim eyes, the firelight in his eyes was constantly flickering. She looked at it for a while, then handed it back to Jenkins:

　　 "Don't take it out in front of strangers in the future. I think the irresponsible black-robed man should have said these common sense."

　　 "Yes, but you are not a stranger, you are... my friend."