Wizard, I have a different world

A few years later.

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

Her funeral was simple.

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

A white velvet coffin covered the coffin, and he was buried in an open lawn behind the manor.

Bishop Louis, the incarnation of the angel Remiller, recited a eulogy and prayed for Jenny, and everyone completed the final farewell ceremony together.

Because there is faith.

Therefore, people in the Eastern Kingdom believe that they will go to the kingdom of God and heaven after death, and they do not have much fear of death. Even funerals will talk about interesting things about the deceased during his lifetime, and there will be all kinds of laughter.

die,

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

"Your friend is not religious."

Remiller closed the book and walked aside with Karl:

"She also has no loyal beliefs, so she has no way to go to heaven. The same goes for calling me here."

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

"It doesn't matter."

"Come into the world with nothing and leave empty. This is perfect. As for faith..."

"She had."

"Decades ago, there was a weird magic circulating in the National Opera House, which could take away other people's voices and turn them into your own." Remiller hesitated and continued:

"At that time, several talented performers had voice problems. Later, they were investigated by the clergy, and those who performed evil spells were sentenced to death."

"Your friend's revenge is considered avenged."

"Really?" Karl said expressionlessly:

"It's a pity... what I lost will never come back. Thank you very much for what happened today. I owe you a favor."

"Just right." Remiller said:

"I'm going to the front line. I heard that your wizards have some interesting things in their hands. Can you sell me some?"

Um?

"Heh..." Karl chuckled:

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

"But even an angel like you who is not good at fighting has to go to the battlefield. It seems that the situation is not good!"

"Although I'm not good at fighting, I'm very fast and an excellent messenger." Remiller was a little unhappy:

"The scorching sun will set one day, and we will not lose."

Karl smiled and said nothing. He was not interested in the battle of the gods at all, but he still gave the opponent a few demonized items.

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Another world.

City of Death.

Thanks to the hard work of several magical family members, this place has become increasingly prosperous, and its population has exceeded one million.

Agriculture, animal husbandry, and commerce are prosperous.

In order to expand their faith, believers will receive blessings from gods. From this point of view, ordinary people's lives are much better than before.

Maybe future development will be limited, but daily life can be guaranteed.

after all.

Believers are the food for the gods. Only by letting them eat and drink well can they reap pure faith.

Mevia sat in the position of the city lord, closing her eyes and listening to the report given by her subordinates.

"City Lord."

"Now the people in the city only recognize a few relatives of the gods, and they don't... care much about your words."

"Hmph!" Mavia hummed softly:

"They will listen to whoever can give them a better life. This is normal. I don't care what ordinary people think."

"As long as the gods' relatives cooperate with me!"

"Yes." The subordinate should say, and at the same time his thoughts were turning, thinking about whether he also believed in a god.

After all, it is said that as long as you are loyal to your faith, you can go to the Kingdom of God after death and enjoy endless glory and wealth forever.

"There's still no movement on the other side of the volcano?"

"No."

"Karl..." Mevia's face darkened:

"It's been almost ten years, what the hell are you doing?"

According to her plan, she should have taken action a few years ago, because Karl was delayed in taking action.

Now,

The barrier of the Moon Goddess is getting weaker and weaker, and can already accommodate the power of the late second level, and her plan becomes more and more difficult to implement.

In another ten or twenty years, when she can hold the power of the third level, she will have to grovel before her superior family members.

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

"I remember that the Black Dragon has been looking for opportunities to seek revenge on Karl?"

"yes."

"Then, here's the opportunity."

…………

Name: Carl

Physique: 45.3

Mental strength: 33

Essence: 0

Level: Level 2 Holy Knight, Level 2 Wizard

Abyss blood fusion degree: 65%

"call……"

Bottom of the Volcano Palace.

Karl slowly opened his eyes, moved his muscles at will, and showed a happy smile on his face.

"good!"

"The sixth level of Holy Demon Transformation is already able to withstand the third level. After entering the seventh level, I am no longer at the bottom of the third level. Now my strength should be similar to most of the upper-level dependents."

"It was right to choose to stay in seclusion for so many years!"

Over the years, he relied on the vitality brought by the three-ring witchcraft life source to transform the holy demon into the seventh level.

The strength has steadily entered the third level.

At the same time, he modified the fire meditation method of the Secret Order and constructed several powerful fire witchcrafts.

By the way, he re-sacrificially refined the soul centipede and turned it into his own trump card.

Of course.

Both physical fitness and mental strength have been improved to a certain extent, but the progress is slow without source.

"Mevia is probably getting impatient."

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

"But I was injured before. No matter how urgent the matter is, I have to wait until I can adjust my body."

With a flick of his long sleeves, a flame wrapped around the letters beside him, burning them into ashes, but without changing the tabletop.

This method of finely controlling the flames naturally comes from the fire magic of the Secret Society.

Fire control!

An extremely simple zero-ring magic, but from the hands of the Secret Society, it has many subtle changes.

Thunder Wings!

With a flash of lightning, Carl flashed out of the volcano, looked at the direction, and rushed towards the direction of the City of Death.

Just after flying a short distance, his figure suddenly stagnated, and he was about to return the same way in a flash.

But his eyes flashed and he stopped moving again.

"Huh..."

A strong wind suddenly blew in front of him.

The black wind was like a huge curtain, blocking the sun and sealing off the surroundings.

Three dragon followers, one black and two white, appeared in front of Carl.

Black dragon!

In recent years, it is not only the City of Death that has been developing.

Apart from Meivia and the others, the biggest forces nearby are the cities protected by the dragons and the water gods.

And the black dragon has never forgotten to seek revenge on Carl, but it is naturally suppressed by the volcanic palace, and other followers would rather die than meet Carl.

"Haha..."

The black dragon laughed up to the sky:

"Carl, you finally came out of that turtle shell."

"You are patient." Carl shook his head:

"Why bother!"

"I couldn't take you down at the beginning because the world's laws suppressed you too much. Now I want to see where you can escape?" The black dragon opened his eyes wide:

"Children!"

"Tear him apart for me!"

This place is not far from the City of Death, and a quick battle must be decided. The black dragon was not in the mood to joke, so he directly called for action.