Wizard, I Have Another World – Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Angel Remiel

Ships appeared one after another in the waters near Flame Island, docking in an orderly manner under the guidance of the two major trading companies.

Nearly a thousand crew members poured onto the island, beginning to eliminate the islanders and loot supplies.

Having lost their leader, Qie Li, as their main fighting force, the remaining people on Flame Island were unable to put up much resistance.

The main hall.

After a great battle, this place was almost reduced to ruins.

Rubble scattered, lava flowed.

There was almost no place to stand.

“Respected Guardian, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The white-haired Holy Knight came before Karl, performing an ancient salute, his voice trembling with excitement as he spoke:

“Holy Knight Brown, at your service.”

Karl’s face was a little pale. Although he had finally succeeded in killing the monster, he himself was not unscathed.

He felt tightness in his chest and a blockage in his throat, his hands trembling slightly involuntarily. Fortunately, he had not suffered any fundamental damage and would recover after a few days of rest.

‘It seems that the current me is still too weak to deal with Legendary-level existences.’

“Guardian?”

He looked at the other party:

“When did I get such a title?”

“Before the gods fell, the Moon Goddess had four Guardian Knights from the Holy Sanctuary by her side.” Brown’s voice was hoarse, and he spoke slowly:

“They were Giant Spirit, Heavenly Wolf, Gemini, and Holy Crab, also known as God’s Guardians.”

“You,”

“should be the Giant Spirit of this generation!”

“Oh!” Karl raised an eyebrow:

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you cultivate the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.”

“It’s that simple? Are there no Holy Knights who cultivate the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique?”

“…No.” Brown shook his head slightly and explained:

“Only the most devout believers are qualified to enter the Holy City and become Holy Knights. Only the most talented among the Holy Knights can enter the Holy Sanctuary in the sky. And only after defeating other competitors in the Holy Sanctuary can one cultivate the four inherited techniques.”

“And to become God’s Guardian, one must be the most outstanding individual in the Holy Sanctuary.”

“Respected Guardian, you should be well aware that cultivating the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique requires God’s blessing, so…”

His eyes were filled with fanaticism:

“God!”

“Has not fallen!”

Karl stroked his chin.

When he cultivated the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, he did receive the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Although the goddess’s situation seemed a bit precarious, she indeed had not fallen.

“So…”

He asked in surprise:

“You couldn’t confirm before that the Moon Goddess had not fallen?”

“Yes.” Brown nodded:

“The Divine Kingdom has shattered. Based on some signs, the Holy Sanctuary speculated that the goddess should still be alive.”

“However, there has been no way to prove it. Your existence, Guardian, is proof.”

No wonder he was so excited.

For hundreds of years, the knights of the Holy Sanctuary had wandered this continent. Although they claimed to be searching for the goddess, how many of them had not doubted in their hearts whether the goddess was still alive or had already fallen?

Now,

there was evidence to prove that the goddess was still alive. For the Holy Knights, this was no less than a reaffirmation of their faith.

“Over the years, the Holy Knights have explored many ruins, and the Holy Sanctuary has also collected the two inherited techniques of Giant Spirit and Holy Crab.”

Brown said:

“But for hundreds of years, no one has truly succeeded in cultivating them. What they cultivate are weakened versions that don’t require blessings.”

“It’s not just the goddess’s inheritance, but also the inheritances left by other deities. None of them can be truly cultivated.”

Karl raised an eyebrow.

No wonder!

No wonder his strength was greater than that of ordinary Grand Knights. The breathing technique accounted for a large part of the reason.

No matter how high the rank of other people’s breathing techniques was, it could not surpass the inheritance left by the deities.

Karl had actually thought that his breathing technique was very powerful, but he had abandoned this idea after coming into contact with the Furnace Method.

The complete version of the Hundred Forms of the Furnace was definitely not inferior to the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, and it should even be higher.

However,

if no one had cultivated it to completion, then that was another matter.

Just by relying on the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique and cultivating to the peak of the Grand Knight level, he could probably crush all the top experts in Free Port and possess the ability to confront Legendary creatures.

“Guardian.”

Brown spoke again:

“Please come with me to the Holy Sanctuary. The Holy Knights of this world will follow you as their leader and rescue the trapped goddess.”

“Go to the Holy Sanctuary?” Karl shook his head:

“I’m not interested right now.”

“Ah!”

Brown’s face stiffened:

“Wh…Why?”

To be able to receive the goddess’s blessing, logically speaking, one should be the most devout believer. But Karl didn’t seem to be.

Moreover, his tone clearly lacked respect for the goddess.

“No reason.”

Karl shook his head:

“Just don’t want to.”

Are you kidding me?

Deities!

Those were existences that even Second-Circle Wizards didn’t dare to touch. For him to go and touch them now would be pure suicide.

Perhaps the Moon Goddess had no ill intentions towards him, but what if she did?

What about other deities?

And what about the existence that had caused the fall of so many deities, those so-called evil gods? These things were far beyond what he could handle now.

“Guardian!”

Brown hurriedly said:

“You don’t need to do anything. Just come back to the Holy Sanctuary with me. The Holy Sanctuary will find a way to obtain clues about the goddess from you.”

These words made Karl even more afraid to go to the so-called Holy Sanctuary.

Who knew what methods they would use?

Bloodletting?

Dissection?

***

Given the Holy Knights’ fanatical faith in the goddess, if they needed to kill someone to save the goddess, they would not hesitate.

“Forget it!”

Karl waved his hand and walked outside.

“Guardian.” Brown hurriedly followed:

“The Holy Sanctuary has inheritances left by the deities, numerous experts to ensure your safety, Super Runes, and the Great God’s Grace you desire…”

Karl paused, then shook his head again.

He wanted those things.

But he needed to ensure his safety first.

“Karl!”

At this moment.

Susan’s voice came from ahead:

“Come and see what we found.”

…………

This should be the ‘boudoir’ of Qie Li, the leader of Flame Island.

The high ceiling was made of exquisite wooden beams and plaster moldings. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows that danced on the smooth marble floor.

Various weapons hung on the surrounding walls, their sharp edges exposed, emanating a chilling aura.

In a corner of the living room was an elaborately crafted dressing table, the cosmetics and jewelry on it covered in a layer of dust.

“Qie Li used to love makeup. For her to abandon her dressing table, her mind must have been twisted by the evil god.”

Connie shook his head and looked at a meteorite on the bed:

“Is this it?”

“Yes.”

Sea God Hawke touched the meteorite with his trident:

“It’s broken?”

It was a fist-sized, fiery red meteorite. According to the people on the island, it was found in the lava.

Since obtaining this meteorite, Qie Li’s temperament had begun to change.

Not just her.

Everyone on the island had become muddle-headed, with only a few who frequently left the island retaining their sanity.

But as long as they came to the island, they would become strange, and the longer they stayed, the more obvious it became.

The surface of the meteorite was pitted, and there were many cracks inside. It shattered on the spot with a light touch.

Connie took a step forward.

“Be careful!”

Susan hurriedly reminded him.

“It’s alright.” Connie shook his head:

“The thing inside should be gone.”

“Thing?” Lula asked curiously:

“What thing?”

“The aura of the evil god.” Connie held a fragment of the meteorite, raised it towards the sunlight, and squinted as he examined it:

“Based on my guess, hundreds of years ago, this extraterrestrial meteorite fell on this island carrying the aura of the evil god, until it was discovered by Qie Li.”

“The evil god’s aura bewitched her, gradually twisting and mutating her mind, ultimately turning her into a monster.”

“However, with Qie Li’s death, the evil god’s aura also disappeared, which is why the stone cracked.”

“Indeed.” Hawke nodded:

“According to Qie Li’s former pirate companions, she had kept this meteorite with her ever since she found it.”

“Whether she was eating, sleeping, or fighting, she wouldn’t part with it, until recently.”

“Evil god’s aura…” Karl also picked up a meteorite fragment and used Analysis Technique to examine its material:

“An ordinary meteorite.”

A single ordinary meteorite, just tainted with a trace of the evil god’s aura, had almost wiped out everyone.

How terrifying would a true evil god be?

“Look!”

Lula lifted a cloth curtain, revealing what was behind it:

“What’s this?”

On the ground behind the curtain, a strange pattern was drawn in blood, with different objects placed in each corner.

The whole scene was very eerie.

“An altar.”

Connie squatted down and examined the ground, explaining:

“It is said that the deities receive countless prayers from believers every day, but they only choose to respond to a very small number of lucky ones.”

“If an altar is set up and offerings are made, the believer’s voice will be perceived by the deity first and they will respond.”

“However…”

He straightened up, kicked over the objects on the altar, and continued:

“Our world has a barrier, so the evil god’s power cannot penetrate, let alone hear the believer’s voice. Qie Li probably wanted to use this method to contact the evil god’s main body.”

“No!” Karl shook his head:

“It wasn’t Qie Li, but the evil god.”

“It manipulated Qie Li to set up the altar and draw in its own power.”

“Right!” Connie’s eyes lit up:

“I didn’t expect you to have some understanding of deities, Karl. We should communicate more in the future.”

Karl smiled:

“I’m curious about all knowledge.”

“Destroy it!” Connie straightened up and picked up some books from nearby, throwing them on the ground:

“These are all things about communicating with deities and bewitching people’s hearts.”

“How about keeping them?” Lula touched her smooth chin, her eyes flickering back and forth:

“What if we can communicate with a true god and receive blessings?”

“The gods have fallen. Even the most devout believers cannot receive their responses.” Connie shook his head:

“We have even less chance.”

“What if…” After witnessing Qie Li’s strength, Lula couldn’t help but hold a glimmer of hope:

“What if what?”

“If we receive a response, it would be even worse.” Connie warned:

“Because you would have communicated with an evil god. As mortals, we must never try to understand deities.”

“Let me do it.” Karl stepped forward:

“Mortals should not pry into the affairs of deities, but it should be fine to glance at a few descriptions of gods.”

With that,

he picked up a book.

Connie subconsciously frowned.

He knew better than anyone the allure of these things. Few could resist trying.

If there was no response, it would be fine. But if there was a response…

it would be disastrous!

…………

“The Guardian is unwilling to go to the Holy Sanctuary.”

Brown looked at the shattered Crimson Moon in the sky, his eyes flickering:

“Why would the goddess choose a person without faith to be her Guardian? Could this also be God’s will?”

“No matter what, the news of the Guardian must be relayed back to the Holy Sanctuary. It’s best to send a Desecrated Knight over to ensure the Guardian’s safety.”

Lowering his head.

Brown carved lines of text on a strange stone.

The text flickered and then disappeared.

*

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Divine Domain Fragment.

Source Essence: 0.6

“As expected.”

Karl looked at the light screen in front of him:

“Source Essence is related to deities. Whether it’s a true god or an evil god, as long as it’s tainted with divine aura, there will be Source Essence. And if I kill such an existence, I can seize the Source Essence.”

Name: Karl

Constitution: 4.25

Mental Power: 4.38

Source Essence: 0.6

Level: Grand Knight, Senior Wizard Apprentice

Add to Constitution?

Mental Power?

If he added to Mental Power, it could increase the power of his spells and accelerate the progress of his bloodline magic.

But in the short term, the increase wouldn’t be significant.

Add to Constitution.

To be honest, the change wouldn’t be much either.

But there was one advantage, which was that his Constitution value could reach the peak limit of a Grand Knight faster.

Especially after his bloodline magic was cultivated, his Constitution had been increasing rapidly recently, and there were no signs of it slowing down.

Therefore…

Add to Constitution!

With a thought, the data on the light screen changed accordingly, and a feeling of fullness surged through his body.

His muscles became firmer, his bones and internal organs were strengthened, and his Life Seed expanded at an accelerated pace.

Name: Karl

***

Constitution: 4.55

Mental Power: 4.38

Source Essence: 0

Level: Grand Knight, Senior Wizard Apprentice

“Whirr…”

Mage Hand flipped open a book in front of Karl, revealing numerous complex patterns inside.

“A method to communicate with deities?”

“I wonder if this will be useful for me, the Lord of the Divine Domain, and what kind of scene it would be if it were?”

Currently, there are only two ways to break through from Grand Knight to Legendary, one is to receive a blessing from a deity.

The other is to possess a special bloodline.

For the latter, Karl can only pray that the Abyssal bloodline within him is useful, but according to the experience of those who came before, it is likely not to work.

The first one is worth trying.

But communicating with a deity doesn’t seem easy.

…………

Orseia stepped onto the island, shaking her head helplessly as she looked at the obviously neglected path.

“Karl.”

“If you don’t have time, you can hire some mortals to come and maintain the island regularly.”

She said with a hint of regret:

“The environment of the island you and Sybil own is not bad, it’s a bit of a waste to just grow food.”

“We’ll talk about it later.” Karl waved his hand, leading her into the house:

“Have a seat first, I’ll go prepare some drinks.”

Sweet and tempting honey wine is a favorite among the nobles of the Kingdom of Gando, and many wizards also have a liking for it.

“Did you make this yourself?”

Orseia took a small sip, nodding in satisfaction:

“Not bad.”

“It’s good that you like it.” Karl took out something and placed it on the table, a complex look flashing in his eyes:

“It’s this thing, can you give me an appraisal?”

Orseia picked up the ring on the table, examining it for a moment, then spoke two syllables.

“Guna!”

Instantly.

A halo of light surged from the ring, and a complete set of armor appeared out of thin air, hovering silently in the air.

“It’s truly unbelievable!”

As someone who has seen many magical items, Orseia couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement at this set of armor:

“Second-Circle Wizardry Void Storage! First-Circle Wizardry Automatic Assembly!”

“A high-level magical item…”

“No!”

“It might be an inherited magical artifact, but it’s more inclined towards use by knights, not wizards.”

She said, then shook her head again with a look of regret.

“Too bad!”

“It’s too damaged, it’s covered in scars, its defensive power is probably not as strong as an ordinary magical item.”

It was indeed too damaged.

This set of armor that had been with Karl for so long could be said to be covered in wounds, like tattered beggar’s clothes.

Especially after the battle with the strange bird that Flame Island Lord Qie Li had transformed into, it was almost completely scrapped.

“But its grade is still there after all, if it can be repaired, even a Formal Wizard would be happy to acquire it.”

Orseia looked thoughtful:

“Inherited magical artifacts, there are not many in the surrounding kingdoms, even if they are damaged, they can still sell for a good price.”

“I think it can be worth around two hundred magic stones.”

She didn’t ask about the origin of this item, only looking at the extent of the damage, it was at least an antique from a few hundred years ago.

Some of the cracks were new, as if they had just recently been through a battle.

But this situation made it even more inconvenient to ask.

As a qualified merchant, Orseia knew very well what she should and shouldn’t ask.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.” Karl said:

“I want to auction it off through you, and I’ll give you ten percent of the final price as a reward, what do you think?”

“Ten percent?” Orseia nodded:

“Okay!”

For her, this wasn’t difficult, and a damaged inherited magical artifact could possibly sell for the price of a high-level magical item.

“If you’re not in a hurry for the money, I suggest putting it up for sale at a large auction.”

“With some publicity and hype, it can attract more potential buyers and possibly sell for a higher price.”

“Okay.” Karl had no objections:

“Since I’m leaving it to you, handle it as you see fit.”

“I like straightforward customers like you.” Orseia smiled, taking out a contract:

“Confirm it, and then sign.”

“This item is too valuable, we should still go through the proper procedures.”

“Oh right.”

She took out another book:

“The alchemy books you asked me to buy, but… are you planning to switch careers and become a weaver?”

There are many branches of alchemy.

Broadly speaking.

Even potion-making can be classified under alchemy.

And in the crafting of magical items, there are subcategories like wizard hats, gloves, clothing, and textiles.

Karl smiled without saying anything.

After the strange bird that Flame Island Lord Qie Li had transformed into died, it left behind some ‘down’, which was a very rare material for crafting magical items.

Of course, it couldn’t be wasted.

“Oh right!”

As she was saying goodbye and leaving, Orseia remembered something, turning back to look at him:

“Do you still remember Ancelot?”

“I remember.” Karl nodded:

“Tim’s friend, I heard he went missing?”

“He’s dead.” Orseia shrugged:

“His body was fished out from the depths of the swamp, and it’s still unknown who did it.”

“What I wanted to say is, he once entrusted me to try and purchase the high-level magical item you inherited from Adolf.”

“Oh!” Karl raised an eyebrow:

“Is that so?”

Watching her leave, Karl pondered for a moment before going to the library and stopping in front of a painting.

The woman in the painting was sleeping.

“Gina?”

“Ah!” Gina snapped back to her senses, opening her eyes and smiling:

“Respected master, what do you require?”

“Were you sleeping?” Karl asked curiously.

“No!” Gina said with a serious expression, wiping the corner of her mouth, and retorted:

“I was contemplating!”

“As a soul servant filled with knowledge, I need to think constantly to better serve you, master.”

?

Karl was speechless.

Shaking his head, he asked tentatively:

“I just heard some news, saying that you have a secret hidden within you, is that true?”

“A secret?” Gina chuckled:

“I thought you wouldn’t ask, master.”

“It’s true, I do have a secret hidden within me, but the person who created me put a lock on this secret, only the next master who becomes a Formal Wizard can open it.”

So there really was a secret?

No wonder Ancelot was so obsessed with it, he thought his relationship with Tim was so good that he would avenge him.

“Then…”

His thoughts raced, and Karl slowly asked:

“How do you know if I am a Formal Wizard now?”

“It’s very simple.” Gina spread her hands:

“Hold my picture frame, and you’ll know the answer.”

Karl looked at her deeply, then turned and left, knowing that there was a secret was enough, it seemed that it was not yet time to unlock it.

…………

Two months later.

Constitution: 4.7

“The progress has slowed down!”

Karl stretched his muscles, shaking his head helplessly.

Thanks to the blessing of the Abyssal bloodline, his constitution had grown very quickly in the past few months.

Now,

It was finally starting to slow down.

“Now it should be about the same as the three former experts of Free Port, also belonging to the Peak Grand Knight level, not much lower than Sea God Hawke.”

“In another year or two, with the help of the flesh and blood of legendary creatures, I should be able to reach the limit of the Grand Knight’s stats.”

“As for strength…”

“I should be able to steadily defeat Hawke, and with the help of wizardry, I can relatively easily kill ordinary legendary creatures.”

“Hmm?”

His eyebrows slightly raised, Karl stepped out of the house.

It was already late at night.

The originally dark sky was becoming even more profound, almost to the point where one could not see their own fingers, and only the house in front of him had a faint glow emanating from it.

“Catherine?”

Karl frowned slightly, walking toward the light.

“Creak…”

He slowly pushed open the door.

The scene in the hall made his expression freeze, and he subconsciously gripped the hilt of the broadsword he carried with him.

An altar!

An altar for communicating with deities!

During this time, he had been researching knowledge related to deities, so he could recognize what the pattern on the ground was with just one glance.

Catherine was just an ordinary person, although she had married a Senior Wizard Apprentice, she was not studious.

Such a complex pattern and arrangement, did she set it up?

What was she trying to do?

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

Karl’s throat bobbed, and he felt his heart beat faster. The sense of danger brought by the Abyssal bloodline made him subconsciously realize that something was wrong, but at this point, it was obviously too late to retreat.

“Tap…”

Footsteps came from inside the house.

Catherine, wearing a light gauze nightgown, slowly walked out.

The thin gauze could not properly conceal her figure, giving her a hazy, alluring beauty.

But at this moment, Karl had no time to admire her beauty, and instead said with a wary expression:

“Who are you?”

The person standing in front of him was clearly Catherine.

But,

in his perception, it was a strange and terrifying aura.

Like the stars in the sky, the deep sea, just a slight movement of her footsteps seemed like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

This feeling…

It was very similar to the situation of Flame Island Lord Qie Li after being twisted by the aura of an evil god, but there were also differences.

At that time, Qie Li was insane and only knew how to kill, like a monster.

But the Catherine in front of him.

Although she was also a ‘monster’, she seemed to have reason, her eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss, and the intensity of her aura far exceeded the monster that Qie Li had become.

“A Grand Knight?”

Looking at Karl, ‘Catherine’ spoke slowly, her voice hoarse, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female.

“This doesn’t match the memories of the believers.”

She shook her head lightly, seemingly not intending to delve into it, after all, he was just a mere Grand Knight, still within the realm of mortals, not worthy of her attention. Her gaze swept past the window and fell on the pitch-black night sky outside.

“The Black Swamp, such a filthy aura, it should be completely purified!”

“Karl.”

‘She’ looked at Karl:

“Take me to see the Grey-Robed Wizard here.”

“The Grey-Robed Wizard?” Karl slowly retreated, asking again:

“Who are you?”

“Me?” ‘Catherine’s’ eyes glazed over, hesitating for a moment before smiling, lowering her head to indicate, her voice solemn and distant, like a vast bell echoing in his ears:

“Foolish and laughable mortal, standing before you now is a servant of god, the angel Remiel.”

Karl’s eyes lit up.

A pure white angel appeared in his perception, ‘her’ existence was like a brilliant starlight, making the deep and dark night seem dreamlike and illusory.

‘She’ had a pair of snow-white wings on her back, and as they gently flapped, golden light shimmered, like shooting stars streaking across the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.

‘Her’ tone was clearly filled with contempt and sarcasm, but her beautiful eyes were still full of warmth and care, as if no matter what kind of grief or trauma one encountered, it could be soothed by her, and she could give endless light and hope.

An angel!

Remiel!

Karl’s eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing instantly.

“A servant of the Morning Sun?”

“Mortal!”

Remiel’s voice was tinged with displeasure:

“You talk too much, take me to see the Grey-Robed Wizard, this time I have brought the will of god.”

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