Chapter 1761: Chapter 1761

They were flying low, but the surrounding fog made it feel as if Jenkins and Miss Bevanna were soaring through the clouds. After a brief and subdued journey, they landed on the roof of a three-story street-front club, extremely close to the "egg" of the Mist Giant. Nearby, stone angels adorned the eaves.

Seeing the others land nearby, Jenkins had Chocolate wait on the roof. He gave Miss Bevanna a final nod, then stepped forward to the edge of the roof. His eyes were fixed on the giant, which was only two blocks away but still just a black silhouette. He raised his right index finger and pointed it toward the sky through the dense fog.

He summoned the wind and rain!

The wind rose, and with it, a dampness settled over the city. The cat at Jenkins's feet twitched its small, pink nose, catching the scent of moisture in the air.

It was impossible to see if there were storm clouds through the thick fog, but the rumbling thunder, seemingly echoing from the deepest reaches of the sky, heralded the change in weather.

With his eyes closed, Jenkins maintained the ability, a massive drain on his spirit, using his newly acquired power to change the climate. A faint green glow, the light of nature, emanated from him. The cloths tied around his waist and arms, along with the two unmerged pendants on his chest, also began to shine.

The divine art of the blossoms, supported by his sacrificial bloodline and the World Tree Seedling, eased Jenkins's burden considerably.

He maintained his posture, finger pointed to the sky, as the thunder grew more frequent and a cool, damp wind swept through the city. Miss Bevanna held out her right hand, catching the first raindrop that fell from the heavens. Then, the sound of a downpour truly descended upon the city. She and her colleagues on the surrounding rooftops all watched the motionless young man before them, knowing he was performing a miracle.

Thunder rumbled continuously overhead. When the first bolt of lightning finally struck, truly piercing the dense Nolan fog, the sudden downpour actually began to thin the city's mist.

The silhouette sharpened bit by bit, revealing a monster with cyan skin, bound in chains of black mist, its entire body covered in human faces. Though it had a humanoid shape, a single glance made it clear that its so-called limbs and head were, like its torso, nothing more than a breeding ground for those weeping faces.

The sounds of weeping grew clearer as the giant came into focus. With another roar from the Mist Giant, an indescribable fear made every mortal below the rank of demigod tremble uncontrollably.

It swung a fist at Jenkins. With the motion, a searing white jet of steam shot toward him like a long dragon. But because the shell was still there, the white vapor, streaking through the night, dispersed against the egg's inner wall and mingled with the gray mist inside.

A flash of white lightning streaked across the night sky, making the grotesque image of the giant, covered in tumors of human faces, even clearer to the people on the rooftop.

Jenkins lowered the hand he had been pointing at the sky and slowly exhaled. Opening his eyes, he saw that the gray mist had dissipated enough not to obstruct their view, and knew he had succeeded.

"This rain should last for about twenty minutes."

He said to the people behind him, then scattered the oak seeds the Church of All Things and Nature had prepared for him onto the ground below.

"I think that will be enough time."

Even the sound of the rain couldn't drown out the noise of saplings bursting through the pavement and growing rapidly. Jenkins stepped off the edge of the roof and was caught by a branch that had grown to just the right height.

The main trunks of the three oak trees then twisted together like writhing demonic worms, lifting Jenkins diagonally upward, closer to the outer layer of the giant's "egg." Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovelfire.net

He drew the hilt from his belt and with a downward flick, a blade of mist shimmered in the thinning fog.

Looking down, he saw the Church's teams were in position. He commanded the oaks to lift him higher, and then, in the rain, as another bolt of lightning tore across the sky, he raised his blade and leaped down before the giant could react.

The descending blade struck an invisible barrier in the rain.

As the items on Jenkins's waist and arms, along with his own spirit, flared with green light, a crack suddenly appeared in the hazy rain and mist.

Then, a sound like shattering glass echoed as if across the entire city. The egg of the Child of the Mist had finally broken.

Jenkins, still falling, didn't hit the ground. He was caught by the oaks he had planted. Since he had summoned this rain, the trees that grew in it were easier to control.

He had the branches move him back a short distance so he could land on the solid roof. Looking forward, he saw transparent shards peeling off and falling away. The giant, which had been patrolling the nearby blocks, finally abandoned its fixed pattern of movement.

Dense fog poured out from the breach in the shattered egg, making the Mist Giant's appearance more real. In the hazy rain, Jenkins could for now only discern the characteristics of its power: "mist," "human resentment," and "steam." This was almost a perfect match for the Perfume Appreciation Committee's analysis of the fog.

The giant moved. It let out another howl at the sky, like a beast intimidating its prey before a hunt. A moment later, a bolt of golden lightning shot in from the left, piercing straight through the giant's cheek. But no liquid flowed from the wound; it was simply filled in by swirling mist.

That was a thunder spear thrown by a demigod from the Church of Ocean and Exploration. The first, tentative attack easily revealed that the Mist Giant was weaker than the Church had expected, but its regenerative ability was several times greater than that of a "Crawler in the Fog."

"It's much weaker than we imagined."

Miss Bevanna's voice came from behind him as she said:

"In that case, this battle is already over. A premature infant poses no threat. If not for the risk of destroying the city, any single demigod could handle it."

She told Jenkins he didn't need to participate in the coming fight; he just needed to maintain the rain. Jenkins watched the downpour he had summoned, driven by winds controlled by the Church of All Things and Nature, lash against the half-shattered eggshell as the giant was wounded and healed over and over.

He, too, realized that without its shell and the dense fog, the Child of the Mist wasn't actually that fearsome.

Cyan chains formed in the rain. The Saint of the Church of All Things and Nature, along with two demigods, bound the giant's waist with these chains from three directions.

Another roar, seemingly from the dawn of time, echoed out. All the wailing faces on the giant's body opened their mouths at once, and a thick, gray fog billowed out from those tens of thousands of mouths.