Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 294 The Right Hand of the Pale Wings

"This base was originally an abandoned mine, which was later used as a place for the sanctuary to train prospective priests and knights."

"The evil god's arm should be on the third underground level."

"Although the Creator's retinue has transformed this environment, there are only a few places where research can be conducted."

As a veteran of the base, Fran knew far more about it than anyone else.

Even though the location of the evil god's arm was very well hidden, he was still able to guess most of it.

"It should be around here."

Looking at the smooth, seamless metal wall in front of him, the old priest looked puzzled, but still said:

"It can't be wrong!"

"Um."

Karl stepped forward, lightly touching the wall with one hand, and an invisible shockwave spread outwards through his palm.

"Found it!"

"Bang!"

The power of the eighth level of the Holy Demon Transformation erupted violently, tearing apart a metal wall nearly a meter thick.

A howling, cold wind rushed in from the crack.

Karl walked through the crack and was greeted by a high-tech experimental base filled with all kinds of machines.

Dozens of researchers in white coats were busy at work when they heard the strange noise and turned to look, their expressions changing.

"Who are you...?"

"puff!"

With a flick of his hand, Karl sent the oncoming researcher flying with an invisible force. His bones were broken in mid-air, and he landed as a pile of minced meat, dead beyond any doubt.

"Aiding and abetting evil!"

"He deserves to die!"

The pale white battle aura surged from Karl's body like agile tentacles, rushing towards the crowd.

In an instant.

Anything that came into contact with the white battle aura lost its life force.

The researchers turned into a puddle of thick water, the machine rattled and crashed, and its internal parts were completely destroyed.

"what!"

"don't want!"

"Spare me..."

A researcher dressed in loose clothing suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy:

"I know about the latest research success, I know how to cultivate blasphemous beasts, and I have my own analytical model for the arm of the evil god. Please don't kill me, my knowledge and experience are useful to you."

Karl paused slightly before striking again.

"Need not!"

Perhaps the Creator's genetic technology has its unique aspects, but it is by no means something that ordinary people can fully master.

Moreover...

Without the foundation of genetic technology, a superficial approach to learning cannot cultivate truly talented individuals.

in contrast.

Whether it's the bloodline magic of the wizarding world or the three-stage technique of the great wizarding world, both have extremely long and relatively complete traditions. They have their own unique methods for analyzing the arm of the evil god, and they can control it even without genetic technology.

Moreover, the researchers who died at Karl's hands had their memories and experiences stored in the fragments of the divine realm, which could be retrieved at any time. Even if they were to be used, they would not cause any problems.

"puff!"

"Pfft pfft..."

In a very short moment.

The dozens of researchers and a few mechanical guards in the research base were all slaughtered by Karl.

The cruelty and efficiency of the methods made even the old priest change color, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Such brutality, and such a desecration of bloodline...

Can it really reform the church?

"These people experiment on babies and disregard human lives; they have long since lost their right to be human."

Karl glanced at the old priest and spoke slowly:

"If the technology they possess were to be leaked, who knows how much bloodshed it would cause? Naturally, we cannot leave any survivors."

"Found it!"

In the center of the experimental base, there is a huge glass petri dish filled with a dark green liquid.

Within the liquid, a severed hand floats silently.

The arm was six or seven meters long, extremely large, but its first impression was extremely beautiful.

That's right!

It's just beautiful.

Her fair, smooth skin and slender, well-groomed fingers were perfect in every way, captivating all who beheld her.

Just by looking at it, one can imagine how beautiful and captivating its owner must be.

"Don't look at it too much!"

Karl raised his hand to block the old priest's gaze, his voice serious:

"This thing has the power to bewitch people. Although it is only an unconscious leakage, it has the foundation of a fourth-level deity. If you look at it for too long, you can easily be influenced by it and worship it as a god."

"An evil thing!" The old priest shuddered, a cold snort rising from his back.

"demon!"

"It is said that the Pale Wings was once an archangel serving the moon goddess, possessing a pure heart." Karl glanced at him sideways.

"Don't be nervous, it's finally completely dead. Look at the researchers here, they're all fine."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and unleashed a flame.

"Bang!"

The glassware broke.

"Thump!"

The enormous arm of the evil god landed heavily, its fingers trembling, as if it had come alive for a moment.

The old priest retreated repeatedly, turning away, not daring to look, and said:

"Mr. Connie, are you sure you can resist the temptation of the evil god? We don't need to use it to reform the sanctuary."

"Fran." Karl paced to the arm, his eyes flashing:

"What do you say we believe in?"

"Is she a goddess?"

"Or is it the goddess's teachings?"

"What should we do if one day the goddess goes back on her word?"

The old priest's expression changed.

"You don't need to answer." Karl reached out and placed his hand on the evil god's arm.

"The Moon Goddess may have fallen, or she may not, but her guidance remains. She left the corpse of the evil god to the Sanctuary; why couldn't it be that her guidance was hidden within that corpse?"

"My ability to resist the temptation of evil gods and accept the bloodline might truly be divine guidance, don't you think?"

The old priest's eyes lit up.

It must be said that Karl's words were very persuasive, and of course, there was also some spiritual magic influencing people's hearts.

Source quality +413

Karl frowned.

Why is there so little?

The more than four hundred units of source material was an abundance he had never received all at once, but it was far less than he had expected.

A single drop of blood from the Moon Goddess has over three hundred units of source essence, while an arm of the Evil God only has four hundred.

Four thousand isn't a lot!

He pinched the evil god's arm; it was soft and fleshless, like a membrane filled with air.

The flesh and blood inside had long been used to refine blasphemous potions.

Could it be...?

Is that the reason?

"Bang!"

Before he could figure out the problem, a loud bang came from behind, and two huge auras descended.

Third tier!

The Second Elder and the Creator's superior retinue all rushed to the scene.

"good!"

"Excellent!"

The Second Elder stared directly at Karl, his facial muscles twitching.

"You've cleverly arranged for us to be transferred away so you can sneak in, but so what?"

"Where can you run to now?"

The base was equipped with various surveillance devices, and when Karl and the others appeared, they knew they had fallen into a trap.

They rushed over and just happened to catch someone in the lab.

A quick glance around the room.

The deaths of all the researchers meant that years of hard work had been wasted, and the Second Elder was naturally furious.

"Escape?" Karl turned around, looked directly at the two, and at the same time reached out and put the evil god's arm into his spatial equipment.

He dared not put the fragment of the divine realm inside, in case the fragment rejected it and destroyed his arm, which would be troublesome.

Do you know why I came here?

"Why?" The Second Elder frowned, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

"Of course, it's for the arm of the evil god." Karl smiled faintly.

"You arrived quickly, but unfortunately you were still a step too late."

"snort!"

The Second Elder snorted coldly:

"You think you can escape? There's a dimensional sealing spell here. Getting in is easy, but getting out is a different story."

"If I capture you, can you take the evil god's arm with you?"

"Capture me?" Karl shook his head, his body slowly rising into the air.

"How about..."

"Let me beat you to death!"

Add some source of quality!

Constitution 73 - Constitution 93

Late Stage 3!

(End of this chapter)