Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 58 Giant Spirit Breathing Technique

Pit No. 2

A group of people rushed in, shouting.

Unlike the uniformed and serious-looking city guards, this group of people seemed more like a disorganized rabble.

The clothing was a motley collection, the weapons were bizarre, the people were of different heights and skin colors, and the ranks were in complete disarray.

However, the aura emanating from them was extremely powerful.

The life force of the people in the middle coalesced, revealing them to be formal knights, which is why the city guards did not act rashly.

"HAL!"

In the crowd, a short man shouted:

"No wonder you wouldn't let us in. So there's a forgotten city here. You wanted to hide it from Lord Sodan?"

"I only obey His Highness Mevia's orders," Captain Hal said in a muffled voice.

"Stanford, you are just mercenaries hired by the city lord to help out. The underground is not a place for you."

"Haha..." Stanford stepped forward, a mocking smile on his face:

"The task Lord Sodan gave us is not only to eliminate the heretics, but also to investigate the recent changes in Black City."

"Hal, do you think I should tell people that you discovered the Forgotten City but didn't report it...?"

"What will be the consequences?"

"Clang..." The city guards suddenly raised their knives and guns, and the mercenaries also gripped their weapons tightly.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

"Stanford, you filthy, lowly halfling." Hal's lips twitched as he glared at the other man.

Are you threatening me?

"HAL!"

Stanford parted the crowd, his small frame radiating a terrifying aura that seemed to expand outwards as if it were a tangible entity.

"Do you want to die?"

The two men stared at each other, their eyes wide open, the situation on the verge of erupting.

Born a serf and having half-human blood, Stanford could not tolerate being insulted.

"never mind."

After a brief standoff, Hal's eyes flickered, and he took the initiative to back down during the stalemate, speaking in a softer voice:

"I didn't intentionally conceal the information; I just planned to report it to my superiors after I understood the situation clearly."

"snort!"

Stanford scoffed:

"Do you know the situation?"

"What do you want to know? How much valuable stuff is in the Forgotten City so you can pocket it?"

"Money?" Hal asked dismissively.

"You're still the same as ever, all you care about is money. This city ahead might hold the secrets of the gods."

"That can't be measured in money!"

"Heh..." Stanford shrugged.

"How about this: once we enter the City of Oblivion, the money inside is mine, and everything else is yours."

"However, let me explain the situation first?"

"What about those giants that escaped? Many of our brothers have died at their hands."

"A giant spirit?" Hal pondered for a moment before speaking:

"Like the paladins, they are also guardians of the moon goddess, protecting the Forgotten City."

"In every forgotten city, there is a group of corrupted giants. In their previous lives, some were spearmen, some were swordsmen, and some were extremely rare instructors."

"It is said that during the time of the Moon Goddess, only those with exceptional talent were qualified to become guardians and learn the inheritance bestowed by the goddess. Although the things on them have decayed over time, there may still be some good things left behind."

"Hmm..." Stanford rested his chin on his hand:

"Even the armor has turned to ash, what can be left? I wonder if gold can withstand the corrosive effects of time?"

"Perhaps." Hal turned around:

"Since you're interested in this place, why don't you keep watch for me for a few days?"

"The headquarters?"

Squad leader Barnard was sweating profusely.

"What do we do now?"

Just as the eerie atmosphere surrounding the City of Oblivion was about to dissipate, someone suddenly interfered with the benefits that were within their grasp.

How can I avoid being impatient?

"What should we do?" Hal asked in a low voice after getting away from the crowd.

"Have they discovered those secret passages in Pit 3?"

"No!" Barnard hurriedly replied.

"The secret passage is well hidden and has not been announced; they are unaware of it yet."

"That's good." Hal breathed a sigh of relief:

"Proceed as usual here, speed up over there, we must enter the Forgotten City before Stanford."

"Yes."

Barnard nodded emphatically.

the other side.

"Commander."

A mercenary spoke in a low voice:

"Once we go in, are we really only taking the gold?"

"Otherwise?" Stanford sneered.

"The secrets of the gods are not for people like us to touch. Hal is asking for it, and I'm not going to stick with him."

"yes!"

His subordinates should.

Fragments of the Divine Realm.

Carl held a black 'iron plate' in his hand and examined it closely.

This thing is a 'relic' left behind by that giant spirit.

The giant's armor had all decayed into ash, but this thing was perfectly preserved; it was definitely no ordinary item.

It's strange, really.

Giants have appeared in Black City, but they only knew how to kill and could not speak. They also left nothing behind after they died.

Karl encountered an anomaly.

He kept chanting: "Teaching, cultivating, protecting, responsibility..."

Could he be a leader?

The "iron plaque" in my hand is seven inches long, three inches wide, and about half a finger thick. It is probably not made of iron. It feels cold to the touch and has a wood-like texture.

There are patterns on both sides.

One side features a human figure sitting cross-legged, with many intricate patterns and inscriptions all around.

The other side is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers, reminiscent of the style of traditional Chinese ink paintings.

same.

The portrait is surrounded by text.

The words were the size of grains of rice, densely packed, and even when placed right in front of one's eyes and examined closely, one had to be very careful to distinguish them. The result after careful identification delighted Karl.

"Breathing technique!"

"And it's a high-quality breathing technique!"

How tall is it?

Carl didn't know.

But it's definitely much better than the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique he's currently practicing.

The Poison Wolf Breathing Technique is a relatively common breathing technique that can make one a knight, but it is difficult to advance further. Its only advantage is that it enhances the practitioner's ability to perceive danger.

This breathing technique can not only make you a knight, but it can also be the method for a knight to become a great knight, and even how to become a legendary knight.

"Legendary Knight!"

Karl murmured:

"Such powerful individuals only emerge from the royal family, a few dukes, and within the Papacy in the Kingdom of Gangdo."

"Giant Spirit Breathing Technique!"

This is the name of the breathing method recorded on the iron plate.

According to the inscription on the iron plaque, practicing the "Giant Spirit Breathing Technique" can give one the power of an ancient giant, although this is probably an exaggeration.

"I wonder if I can still cultivate?"

after all,

The text above states that practicing this method requires not only sufficient talent but also the blessing of the Moon Goddess.

Well……

The moon goddess has long since fallen; where will her blessings come from?

"Let's give it a try!"

There's no harm in trying it out, and this breathing technique doesn't require any special medicine to aid in cultivation; even non-humans can practice it.

Its main principle is to educate all without discrimination!

Following the image on the 'Iron Plate', Karl sat cross-legged on the ground, controlling the flow of his internal energy with each breath.

With the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique as a foundation and the blessing of the Divine Realm Fragment, he can perfectly control every part of his body. Switching to a different breathing technique is not difficult for him.

Even if the breathing techniques are extremely complex, it's only a matter of time before they become mastered.

Time passed slowly.

a moment.

"Whoosh!"

As if sensing something, the "iron plaque" on the ground suddenly stood up and flew off the ground, slowly drifting towards Karl's forehead.

The moment it touches the skin.

"Buzz..."

Karl's body trembled, and a faint voice rang in his mind.

It was like a soft whisper in my ear.

Like an echo brought by a gentle breeze.

……

weak,