Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 270 Strength

A few years later.

Even with the help of witchcraft and potions, Jenny's body could no longer hold on, and she closed her eyes forever.

Her funeral was simple.

Only a few descendants of old friends were invited to attend.

The coffin was covered by a pure white velvet shroud and buried on a spacious lawn behind the estate.

Bishop Louis, in the guise of the angel Remier, recited a eulogy and prayed for Jenny, as everyone joined in the final farewell ceremony.

Because of faith.

Therefore, the people of the Eastern Kingdom believe that they will go to the Kingdom of Gods or Heaven after death, and they do not have much fear of death. Even at funerals, they will talk about interesting things that happened to the deceased in his life, and there is no shortage of laughter.

die,

In the minds of believers, it represents the completion of atonement and liberation, so there is no need to be sad.

Your friend is not religious.

Remiller closed the book and walked aside with Karl:

"She also lacks a loyal faith, so she cannot go to heaven, and it would be the same if she called me here."

"I just asked casually, I didn't expect you to actually come." Carl placed a bouquet of flowers down.

"It doesn't matter."

"To come into this world with nothing, and to leave with nothing—that's perfect. As for faith..."

"She used to have it."

"Decades ago, a strange sorcery circulated at the National Opera, capable of stealing other people's voices and making them one's own." Remüller hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"Several exceptionally talented musicians developed vocal problems at the time, which were later investigated by clergy. Those who used evil magic were all executed."

"Your friend's revenge has been served."

"Is that so?" Karl asked expressionlessly.

"It's a pity... what's lost can never be regained. Thank you for today, I owe you a favor."

"Perfect," Remiller said.

"I'm going to the front lines. I've heard that you wizards have some interesting things. Could you sell me some?"

Ok?

"Heh..." Karl chuckled softly.

"No wonder you were willing to come. It seems that even the followers of the gods have their own selfish motives."

"But even an angel like you, who isn't good at fighting, is going to the battlefield. It seems things aren't looking good!"

"While I'm not good at fighting, I'm very fast and make an excellent messenger." Remiller said somewhat displeased.

"The scorching sun will eventually set, but we will not lose."

Karl smiled without saying a word. He had no interest in the battle of the gods, but he still gave the other party a few enchanted items.

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Another world.

The City of Death.

Thanks to the hard work of several miraculous relatives, the place has become increasingly prosperous, and the population has exceeded one million.

Agriculture, animal husbandry, and commerce flourished.

In order to expand their faith, believers would receive the protection of the gods, and in this respect, ordinary people's lives were much better than before.

Future development may be limited, but daily life can be guaranteed.

after all.

Believers are the food of the gods; only by feeding and nourishing them well can pure faith be harvested.

Mevia sat upright in the city lord's seat, listening with his eyes closed to the reports given by his subordinates.

"City Lord."

"The people in the city now only recognize a few deities and their followers, and they don't really care about what you say anymore."

"Hmph!" Mevia snorted.

"They'll listen to whoever can give them a good life, that's normal. I don't care about what ordinary people think anyway."

"As long as the divine retinue cooperates with me, that's fine!"

"Yes," the subordinate replied, while simultaneously considering whether he, too, should worship a deity.

After all, it is said that as long as one is faithful in faith, one can go to God's kingdom after death and enjoy endless wealth and glory forever.

"Still no movement from the volcano?"

"no."

"Karl..." Mevia's expression darkened slightly.

"It's been almost ten years, what have you been doing?"

According to her plan, she should have taken action several years ago, but Karl has been slow to act.

right now,

The Moon Goddess's barrier is getting weaker and weaker, and it can now contain the power of the late second stage, making her plans increasingly difficult to implement.

In another ten or twenty years, when she can accommodate the power of the third rank, she will have to bow and scrape before her superiors.

After all, she only had the cultivation level of the peak of the second tier.

"I remember, Black Dragon has been looking for an opportunity to take revenge on Karl?"

"Yes."

"Well then, the opportunity has arrived."

…………

Name: Carl

Physical condition: 45.3

Mental Power: 33

Source quality: 0

Rank: Second-tier Holy Knight, Second-circle Wizard

Abyss Bloodline Fusion Rate: 65%

"call……"

The bottom of the volcano palace.

Karl slowly opened his eyes, casually stretched his limbs, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"good!"

"At the sixth level of the Saintly Demon Transformation, I can already withstand the third tier. At the seventh level, I have entered the realm of enlightenment and am no longer at the bottom of the third tier. My current strength should be similar to that of most of the high-ranking familiars."

"Choosing to go into seclusion for so many years was the right decision!"

Over the years, relying on the life force brought by the life source of the third-circle sorcery, he has transformed the Holy Demon into the seventh level.

His strength has steadily reached the third tier.

At the same time, they modified the fire meditation method of the secret order and created several powerful fire-based sorcery spells.

He also re-refined the Soul Centipede to make it his own trump card.

Of course.

Both physical constitution and mental strength have increased to some extent, but progress is slow without source material.

"Mevia is probably getting impatient."

Looking at the thick stack of letters, Karl gently shook his head:

"However, I was injured before, so even if things are urgent, I have to wait until I've recovered before we talk about it."

With a flick of his long sleeves, a flame engulfed the letter beside him, burning it to ashes, but without altering the state of the table.

This method of precisely controlling flames naturally comes from the fire magic of the secret order.

Fire control!

It is an extremely simple zero-ring sorcery, but since it came from a secret society, it has many subtle variations.

Thunderwing!

With a flash of lightning, Karl burst out of the volcano, glanced at his surroundings, and headed towards the City of the Dead.

He had only flown a short distance when his figure suddenly stopped, and in a flash he was about to turn back.

However, his eyes flickered, and he stopped what he was doing.

"call……"

A sudden gust of wind arose before us.

The black wind was like a giant curtain, obscuring the sun and sealing off the surrounding area.

A black dragon and two white dragons, along with their three-headed retinue, appeared before Karl.

Black Dragon!

It's not just the City of the Dead that has been developing over the years.

Besides Mevia and her group, the largest power in the vicinity is the city protected by the dragon's offspring and the water god's followers.

The black dragon never forgot to seek revenge on Karl, but it was naturally suppressed by the volcanic palace, and its other followers would be courting death if they encountered Karl.

"Ha ha……"

The black dragon laughed loudly, looking up at the sky:

"Karl, you've finally come out of that turtle shell."

"You have quite the patience," Carl shook his head.

Why bother!

"I couldn't defeat you back then because the world's laws were too restrictive. Now, let's see where you can escape to!" The black dragon's eyes widened.

"My children!"

"Tear him apart!"

This place is not far from the City of Death, so we must finish this quickly. Black Dragon had no time for jokes and immediately ordered his men to attack.

(End of this chapter)