Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 400 Son of Destruction

White doves flap their wings and soar between heaven and earth, with all living things passing by at an astonishing speed.

next moment.

Space is frozen.

The white dove transformed back into Remier's figure, lightly touching the ground with its bare feet, and appeared in Karl's laboratory.

"This is not a place you can just come to anywhere."

Carl was observing a few wriggling drops of blood when he noticed something amiss. He turned around, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"Please let me know before you come next time."

"Karl".

Remiller's expression was serious:

"Did you do this?"

"What?"

"Child of Destruction!"

?

Carl shrugged:

I don't understand what you mean.

"Every time you appear, you bring disaster." Remiller's face was grim.

"The gods fell because of you, the vampire race was born because of you, and now there is the Child of Destruction..."

"It's none of my business," Karl hurriedly waved his hand.

"I warned you when I gave you the God-Slaying Spear that it was extremely dangerous."

"Especially for the gods!"

"I just brought something over; what the final outcome will be is your own business."

"..." Remier clenched his hands, took a deep breath, and asked:

Where is the Child of Destruction?

"It's not with me," Carl said.

"Being able to break the curse of the gods and isolate the perception of divine power is also beyond my capabilities."

"Karl, my friend," Remier sighed, trying to appeal to his emotions.

"The Child of Destruction must die, or the world will be destroyed because of his existence."

"You should be well aware of the consequences!"

"That's a good question," Carl said with a smile.

"Killing one person could save countless others, but that person is innocent. As an angel, would you do it?"

"Remirer!"

"You have a deep affection for the ordinary people of this world, which is quite different from the gods."

Karl had been observing the other powerful figures in this world. Several elders of the Pantheon were working hard to resurrect the gods, but Remiel only wanted to protect humanity and had no motivation to resurrect the gods.

this point,

They are definitely different.

"I don't know what you really want, but even the vampires wouldn't allow the Child of Destruction to exist." Remiller gave Karl a deep look:

"goodbye!"

Before she finished speaking, the void around her distorted and folded, and she instantly disappeared from the spot.

This method is extremely terrifying.

In the Eastern Kingdom continent, Remiler can travel to almost any place at will and appear in different places at the same time. This is the ability of a peak sixth-tier cultivator, something even Karl cannot do.

Do not!

Not just Karl, only Remier in this world could do that!

Watching the other person leave, Karl shook his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the void towards a chaotic area.

over there,

A painting floats silently in the air.

…………

A world depicted in a painting.

"Wow...wow..."

The baby's cries continued incessantly, and the two adults, who had just become parents, were in a flurry of activity.

"Why are you crying?"

Are you hungry?

"But you can't keep feeding your baby milk all the time, or their stomach will get bloated."

"..."

The two of them were busy chatting and finally managed to coax the child to sleep. They looked at each other and smiled.

"very nice!"

Monica lay in Blaise's arms:

"If only life could go on like this forever?"

"We don't mind." In contrast to Monica's ease, Blaise, a father, frowned.

"What will we do with the two children?"

"They need to grow up and experience the outside world, and... we can't be with them forever."

at least,

He can't.

Monica's eyes dimmed slightly.

For the same reason she rejected Blaise, her long lifespan naturally separated the two of them.

child……

Their children are just ordinary people; they do not inherit the vampire's abilities or lifespan and will die just like them.

unless,

Turn them into low-ranking vampires who belong to him?

No!

Monica quickly shook her head.

Silence fell over the room for a moment.

"never mind."

Blaise spoke first, laughing heartily:

"Let's not talk about unhappy things. As long as our family is together, it doesn't matter where we live."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, a thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky, the loud noise even shaking the surrounding mountains.

"Is it thundering?"

"Why is it thundering here?"

The two of them suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky.

"Blaze!"

"Monica!"

"Can you hear me?"

A loud voice rang out from the sky, reverberating throughout the world of the painting, making one's eardrums buzz.

"Professor Carl?"

The familiar voice startled the two of them, and Blaise spoke in surprise:

"Is it really Karl?"

"it's me."

Karl parted the clouds and revealed his face in the painted world; his face was larger than a mountain in the air.

"This painted world is rather strange, with three forces intertwined, and even I cannot unravel it in a short time."

"Two days have passed outside since you disappeared. How much time has passed inside?"

Staring at the giant face in the sky, the two were dumbfounded. It took a long time before Monica was the first to come to her senses.

"About a year has passed here."

"A year?"

Carl nodded:

"You have a child?"

"I can't see what's happening in the painted world; I can only hear the sounds."

"I've got it," Blaise said with a smile.

"A boy and a girl, twins."

"Congratulations!" Karl said.

"Let me adjust the time so that you four can enjoy your happy life together before the seal is broken."

?

"Karl".

Blaise frowned:

"What do you mean?"

"Vampires cannot have children," Karl said, his cheeks slowly fading.

"Your children are called the Sons of Destruction. I will pass on to you some of the training methods of knights."

"I hope to change my fate."

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The polar regions.

A shooting star streaks across the night sky and plunges into the eternal darkness of the polar night.

Dozens of miles from the point of impact, the researchers conducting polar expeditions turned their attention away.

"Professor, a shooting star has fallen."

"meteor?"

An elderly man with a white beard emerged from the tent, his exhaled air turning into white mist in the frigid weather.

"How could there be a shooting star?"

As a top professor in the field, he had inevitably come into contact with the extraordinary world and knew very well that a meteor from the material world could not possibly fall into this area sealed by the gods.

"I'll make a phone call."

After thinking for a moment, he turned around, went back to the tent, took out his communication equipment, and reported the situation to the nearby military region.

"Walk!"

After tidying up his things, he waved to the students:

"Let's drive over and take a look."

"Yes."

There are not many dangers on the snowfield, and researchers with an exploratory spirit will not miss such an opportunity.

…………

half a month later.

"Professor Carl."

Two men in military uniforms appeared at the academy, took out a document, and said:

"The federal government needs your help."

(End of this chapter)