Wizard, I have a different world

The party continues.

Although everyone was shocked by the holy skills and two hundred thousand kilograms of flesh, they also understood that these had nothing to do with them.

holy skills,

It is something that only legendary knights can touch.

In this world where the road to knighthood is almost cut off, being able to become a legend all means a strong background and strength, and no one will have other ideas. This is why Karl dares to reveal his true identity.

Unlike the Magic Forest in the main world, where there are as many first levels as dogs and second levels everywhere, you have to be careful in everything you do.

"Mr. Carl."

After waiting for a while, someone finally couldn't help but stood up and spoke to Karl:

"I also have a holy skill here, are you still interested?"

"Oh!" Karl said:

"As long as it's a holy skill, I'm interested."

"That's good." The other party nodded, took out a book from his body, and gently dropped it in front of Karl:

"You take a look first."

Carl sat up straight.

Unlike the Flame Knight, the person who used the holy skill this time was a legendary knight with a calm and soothing aura.

Bard Bennet!

A legendary figure who travels around various Grand Dukedoms.

He obviously has great strength and can be a guest of any force, but this guy has been making a living by singing and playing in various taverns. No matter what the reason is, this approach is admirable.

It’s not surprising that a legendary knight possesses holy skills, but the holy skills he took out were beyond Karl’s expectation.

Shenxian Soul Burial Score!

This is a music score, or a performance technique, but it is indeed a sacred technique.

Sound killing technique?

But this music score has no lethality. It can only help people soothe the restlessness in their souls and make their consciousness peaceful.

Karl looked strange and hesitant:

"This holy skill..."

"Don't accept it?"

"No."

Karl sighed:

"As long as it's a holy skill, I'll accept it, but it may take a few days to deliver the meat."

"It doesn't matter, I can wait." Bennett said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Karl, don't underestimate this holy skill. I have been relying on it to support myself for so many years."

"once……"

"It is the song that must be played when the meeting of the gods is held!"

"Yes." Karl laughed dryly:

"Thank you very much."

He now somewhat understands why Bennet, as a legend, never fights with others.

It's strange that murderous intentions arise in my heart when I often play this kind of calming music.

After that, no one sold the holy skills, and Karl calmed down and watched other people's transactions.

soon.

The party is over.

Everyone said goodbye and left one by one, until only Karl was left sitting there, as if waiting for something.

"The legendary knight of Freeport, the mysterious apothecary of Rapid City, and the guardian of the temple."

A clear and sweet voice sounded:

"Mr. Karl, your rise is a legend."

"Don't dare." Karl raised his head and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in the field, his expression did not change:

"I don't know what to call the girl?"

This woman is the woman who was wearing tulle at the party, but now she has taken it off.

Her delicate facial features, like crystal-white porcelain, carry a childlike innocence that makes one know at a glance that she is an inexperienced girl.

but……

The other party knows that she is the guardian of the temple and a legend in her own right, which is enough to show that there is a mysterious and powerful force behind her.

"Orianna."

The girl put one hand on her chest, crossed her legs, and bowed slightly, performing an ancient etiquette:

"My friends usually call me Anna."

"So..., Miss Orianna." Karl leaned forward and said:

"You quietly sent a message to me during the party and asked me to stay after the party. What do you want to talk about?"

"Holy Skill!" Orianna chuckled:

"Mr. Karl, if my guess is correct, you haven't obtained the holy skill that satisfies you yet?"

"..." Karl hesitated for a moment, but did not deny it:

"yes!"

"Does Miss Orianna have the holy skill I want?"

"Maybe." Orianna pulled up a chair and sat down. Every move she made was very elegant. This habit of carving elegance into her bones must have been cultivated over many years.

"I don't know if Mr. Carl knows it clearly, but there are also different levels of holy skills, and the gap is huge."

"Really?" Karl touched his chin and replied vaguely:

"That's really unclear."

"God possesses divinity, but has not completely lost his humanity, so there will be conflicts between gods just like humans." Orianna said with a smile:

"Mr. Carl, guess how they resolve the conflict?"

"Duel?" Karl said:

"The superior gods will naturally not take action themselves, so they let their guardians duel?"

"Correct!" Orianna smiled and nodded:

"The God's Domain has many arenas for guardians to duel in. Watching duels is also the gods' favorite entertainment program."

"Sometimes demigods and certain gods become interested and end up."

"According to records, every hundred years, a grand duel competition will be held in the arena of God's Domain. The top three guardians will win glory for their gods and receive gifts from the gods."

Karl had no interface and just listened quietly to the other party's story.

Very strange.

Orianna tells the story of the gods with a unique calmness, just like an ordinary person talking about the shortcomings of their family.

There is no such reverence for the gods.

Karl has never encountered this with anyone else. Even Connie, who has no respect for gods, will subconsciously lower his head when mentioning gods.

This is a normal reaction for ordinary people.

Orianna didn't.

"Due to some coincidence, I have in my hand a ranking of arena competitions in the past millennium during the Gods' Period."

"The top twenty in each competition are recorded above, and their respective holy skills, advantages, and shortcomings are listed one by one."

Orianna smiled and said:

"I guess!"

"This list should be for the guardians participating in the arena competition, so that they can identify their opponents so that they can win the next competition. After all, according to legend, there are many bets involved behind the scenes of this kind of competition, even the gods They are all very caring.”

"Miss Orianna." Karl had to interrupt her eloquent words:

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with what we're talking about?"

"How could it be irrelevant?" Orianna rolled her eyes, seeming to blame him for his lack of patience:

"The top three in the Hundred Years War are almost all the guardians of the Moon Goddess, Death God and Poseidon God."

"In addition to showing that their guardians are extraordinary in strength, it also shows that the skills practiced by the guardians are powerful."

"..." Karl sat up straight with a solemn expression:

"Do you have the holy skills they cultivated?"

"No." Orianna shook her head:

"There may be one in the church."

?

What's the point without you?

"What's your expression?" Orianna frowned:

"Although I don't have the inheritance left by these gods, there are others, and it's not that the stronger the god, the more powerful the inheritance left behind. Sometimes it's the opposite. After all, powerful gods have no shortage of glory."

"There are several low-level gods who have given their guardians very powerful holy skills and have the potential to kill gods. However, they have too few guardians and insufficient resources, so their rankings in the competition are not high."

"but……"

"You have no resources and average talent, but you can be ranked in the top twenty in every competitive competition. Isn't it amazing?"

"Not bad." Karl nodded.

"I have a holy skill. Although the requirements are very high, it is very suitable for those who practice the giant spirit breathing method." Orianna said:

"But 200,000 yuan of meat is definitely not enough!"

Karl tapped on the table. The other party actually knew that he had practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, and immediately asked:

"How many do you want?"

"Two million kilograms of meat!" Orianna's voice became solemn:

"Of course, I don't need you to raise it immediately, I just need to give it within the next year."

“Fish and shrimp are also available!”

"As the number one person in Rapid City and the guardian of the temple, I believe it shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"Two million catties?" Karl's expression changed slightly, but he did not refuse directly, but said:

"I'll take a look at the holy skills first."

"No problem." Orianna chuckled, raised her hand and threw out a book with three ancient characters on the cover.

Holy Demon Transformation!

Karl opened the book, and a violent murderous intention rushed towards him, like a giant ax slashing into his mind.

Um!

He groaned and paused before looking down.

Opposite Orianna raised her eyebrows when she saw this, her beautiful eyes twinkling.

Not many people could read this book. Even she chose to give up after reading only half of it.

Because while reading, the murderous intention will become stronger and stronger, until it drives people crazy.

When she opened the book for the first time, she even vomited blood on the spot. She originally wanted to see Karl make a fool of himself, but she didn't expect that the other man's face only changed slightly and he continued reading, seemingly unaffected.

a long time.

"call……"

Karl exhaled, a few drops of sweat appeared on his temples, his eyes trembled, and then he slowly put down the book in his hand.

Bodybuilding exercises!

Holy Demonic Transformation is not a holy skill used to kill, but a method to evolve the physical body.

There are ten floors in total.

Each layer causes certain changes in the body.

Every three levels corresponds to a level. In theory, if you reach the tenth level, you will even be able to compete with the fourth level.

Fourth level!

God's realm.

It does have the potential to kill gods as the other party said.

It's just that practicing this technique is not easy, and it places high demands on the practitioner's physique and character.

"The girl is right. This technique called Holy Demonic Transformation is indeed very impressive, but two million kilograms of meat..." Karl shook his head:

"It's just too much!"

"I don't think it's much." Orianna said:

"Besides, I don't want it immediately, I just need you to give it in the next year."

"It's still too much." Karl still shook his head:

"One million kilograms of fine meat, or give me three years. You also know what the price is now."

"No!" Oriana frowned:

"At least 1.8 million jin, three years is even more impossible..."

"too much!"

"Not much more!"

"..."

a long time.

The two reached an agreement.

Karl needs to raise 1.5 million kilograms for the other party in the next year and a half.

…………

After walking out of the dark market, Orianna looked thoughtful, then took out a cane and paused lightly.

The next moment.

The hard ground beneath her feet rippled like running water, and she sank downwards.

In the blink of an eye, she disappeared from the spot.

Somewhere underground.

Oriana knelt down in front of a giant several meters tall.

"Mother!"

The giant was over five meters tall, but if it were shrunk, it would undoubtedly be a beautiful lady.

Meivia!

The daughter of Archduke Ferdinand!

The lord of the City of Death!

"Hmm..."

Mevia slowly opened her eyes, a hazy halo seemed to flash in her eyes, and she spoke slowly:

"What?"

"He doesn't have the breath of the goddess." Oriana said:

"He should have advanced to the legendary level by other means, maybe it's related to the evil god, so he doesn't want to go to the temple."

"The temple..." Meivia said slowly:

"Since it has nothing to do with the goddess, there's no need to worry about it. Have you found the evil god's will in Freeport?"

"Not yet." Oriana lowered her head:

"But it should be soon. The evil god's will is wandering in Freeport. I'm afraid my uncle can't hold on any longer."

"Sodan?" Meivia closed her eyes:

"A stupid fool, don't pay attention to it. I'll solve the problem when I find the evil god's will."

"Food..."

"Can't be cut off."

"Yes." Oriana replied. She was about to talk about the holy skill, but when she looked up, she saw that her mother had fallen asleep.

She opened her mouth and bowed silently.

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"Hoo..."

"Bang!"

Carl turned his body, clenched his five fingers into fists and punched forward, the whistling wind condensed into a white line visible to the naked eye.

Two streams of witchcraft light fell on his body, he just swayed slightly, and then dodged and rushed in front of a person.

"Puff!"

His fists were like claws, easily crushing the opponent's throat.

The next moment.

Everything around him began to shake, and the illusion quietly dissipated.

"Alas!"

Carl stood there, speechless:

"The Nev Magic Mirror is so indispensable. I seriously suspect that the Andrew family set the number of uses when refining the magic mirror. Once the number of uses exceeds the set number, the magic mirror will be damaged quickly."

"But..."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, he muttered softly:

"My strength has indeed increased a lot. Even if I face a wizard in the middle stage of the first ring head-on, I have a chance of winning!"

"The first three changes of the Holy Magic Transformation are called Bronze Transformation. Just cultivating the first level has doubled my defense. I can almost ignore physical attacks of the same level, and my resistance to witchcraft has also increased greatly."

"Now I encounter a wizard in the late stage of the first ring. The witchcraft cast by the wizard is no longer as fatal as before, but..."

"Seriously injured!"

"It seems that the final outcome is not much different?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Carl's rising fighting spirit in his heart fell, and then he encouraged himself:

"It doesn't matter!"

"Now I have only cultivated to the first level. When I cultivate to the second and third levels, my defense can be doubled."

"If I become a bronze master, I may not be unable to resist the witchcraft of the first level. Besides, I am not a dead person. Don't I know how to hide when I encounter witchcraft attacks?"

"The key is..."

"Life energy!"

Touching his chin, Carl was thoughtful.

It has been less than two months since he started the Holy Demon Transformation, and he has cultivated to the first level.

The reason why he entered so quickly is that his physical physique is already a first-level middle-stage existence, plus the foundation of practicing the giant spirit breathing method is good enough, and the divine domain fragments have absolute control over the body.

The Holy Demon Transformation is of a high grade, and it will consume a lot of life energy when practicing, but as long as there is enough life energy, the advancement will be fast.

After completing the first level, Carl felt exhausted when practicing the second level. His physique was not weak, but his progress was slow.

Walking out of the backyard, a noise came.

"What's going on?"

Carl frowned, stepped out, and glanced at the people in the shop:

"What's going on again?"

The shop has not been very quiet recently, and it has caused trouble from time to time and even affected business.

It also made him feel not very good.

"Wizard Carl." Lance chuckled at this:

"Nothing, Zoe and I are just joking."

Joking?

Carl snorted coldly.

Zoe is the daughter-in-law of the Nelson family. She was taken in by Carl at Enid's request some time ago.

She has delicate features and pink skin. Although she is pregnant, she doesn't show it so much. Instead, she has a mature charm.

Although Lance broke an arm, his temper has not been restrained. He would tease the other party from time to time.

It is obvious that he did something too much today. Even Zoe's skirt was torn open, and her face was even paler.

The others looked unhappy, but no one dared to say anything.

After all, Lance was from the Green family and had a noble status in the Six Rings Tower. He even spoke casually to Carl.

Carl turned around and asked:

"Zoe, is that so?"

"..."Zoe gritted her teeth, her cheeks trembled, and suddenly said:

"It's not like that!"

"Wizard Carl, Lance has been touching me all the time. I didn't allow it, but he was going to force me."

"Bitch!" Lance's face changed and he roared loudly:

"What did you say?"

"Enough!" Carl frowned:

"Lance, as a disciple of the Six Rings Tower, you repeatedly break the rules of the store. I can't keep you here."

"Go!"

"Huh?"

Lance was stunned and looked surprised:

"Wizard Carl, what did you say?"

"What?" Carl's eyes were cold:

"Did I not speak clearly enough? Or is it that in addition to losing an arm, your ears are also not working well!"

"Get lost!"

"You..." The spiritual power of the real wizard seemed to be substantial, and Lance subconsciously took a step back. When he came to his senses, he gritted his teeth and groaned:

"Very good!"

"I don't want to stay in this broken shop for a long time, but if you drive me away, I will definitely tell Wizard Gold!"

Before he finished speaking, his body was washed out of the shop by a stream of water.

Ever since Lance came to the shop, the interpersonal relationships in the shop have been a mess. Carl has long wanted to drive him away. It's just right to take action today and get some peace.

"Pah!"

"Pah!"

Lance opened his mouth and spit out the dirty water that had been poured into his stomach, and stumbled to find his friend at the market.

"Cohen!"

"Come out and drink with me!"

When he roared to vent his anger, he didn't notice that there was a figure not far away watching him quietly.

‘Lance…’

The shadow sneered:

‘The Magic Forest is not the Kalim Continent. Without the protection of a formal wizard, do you think you can survive?’

‘I’ve been waiting for a few months, and now the opportunity…’

‘Finally it’s here!’