Chapter 270: Strength
Several years later.
Even with the nourishment of wizardry and potions, Jenny’s body could no longer hold on, and she closed her eyes forever.
Her funeral was simple.
Only the descendants of a few old friends were invited to attend.
A pure white velvet shroud covered the coffin, which was buried in an open lawn behind the manor.
Bishop Louis, the angel Remiel in disguise, recited the eulogy and prayed for Jenny, and everyone completed the final farewell ceremony together.
Because they had faith.
Therefore, the people of the Eastern Kingdom Continent believed that after death, they would go to the kingdom of God or heaven, and they did not have much fear of death. Even the funeral would mention the interesting things the deceased did during their life, and there was no lack of laughter.
Death,
in the eyes of believers, represented the completion of atonement and the achievement of liberation, so there was no need to be sad.
“Your friend didn’t believe in the Church.”
Remiel closed the scripture and walked to the side with Karl:
“She also didn’t have a loyal faith, so there’s no way she can go to heaven. Calling me here is the same.”
“I was just asking casually, I didn’t expect you to actually come.” Karl put down a bouquet of flowers:
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Coming into the world with nothing, and leaving with nothing, that’s perfect. As for faith…”
“She once had it.”
“Decades ago, a strange evil technique spread in the National Opera House, which could steal other people’s voices and turn them into their own.” Remiel hesitated for a moment, then continued:
“At that time, several talented performers had problems with their voices. Later, after an investigation by the clergy, those who used the evil magic were all executed.”
“Your friend’s revenge can be considered to be taken.”
“Is that so?” Karl said expressionlessly:
“Unfortunately… what’s lost will never come back. Thank you for today, I owe you a favor.”
“Perfect.” Remiel said:
“I’m going to the front line. I heard that you wizards have some interesting things, can you sell me some?”
Huh?
“Heh…” Karl chuckled:
“No wonder you were willing to come, it seems that even the followers of the 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 I’m an excellent messenger.” Remiel was a little displeased:
“The scorching sun will always fall one day, we won’t lose.”
Karl smiled without saying a word. He was not interested in the battle of the gods, but he still gave the other party a few magic items.
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The Other World.
Death City.
Under the hard work of several divine followers, this place became more prosperous, and the population has exceeded one million.
Agriculture, animal husbandry, and trade are booming.
In order to expand faith, believers will receive the protection of the gods. From this point of view, the lives of ordinary people are much better than before.
Perhaps future development will be limited, but daily life can be guaranteed.
After all.
Believers are the gods’ food source. Only by letting them eat and drink well can they harvest pure faith.
Mevia sat on the City Lord’s seat, listening to the reports from her subordinates with her eyes closed.
“City Lord.”
“Now the people in the city only recognize the few divine followers. They are already… not paying much attention to what you say.”
“Hmph!” Mevia snorted lightly:
“Whoever can give them a good life, they will listen to whoever. This is normal. I don’t care about the opinions of ordinary people anyway.”
“As long as the divine followers cooperate with me, that’s enough!”
“Yes.” The subordinate responded, while his mind was turning, considering whether he should also believe in a god.
After all, it is said that as long as one is loyal to their faith, they can go to the kingdom of God after death and enjoy endless glory and wealth.
“Is there still no movement from the volcano?”
“No.”
“Karl…” Mevia’s face darkened slightly:
“It’s been almost ten years, what exactly are you doing?”
According to her plan, she should have made a move a few years ago, but Karl had not taken action.
Now,
the barrier of the Moon Goddess is getting weaker and weaker, and it can already accommodate the power of the late second order. Her plan is becoming more and more difficult to implement.
In another ten or twenty years, when it can accommodate the power of the third order, she will have to bow down to the upper followers.
After all, she only has the cultivation of the peak second order.
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“I remember, the Black Dragon has been looking for a chance to seek revenge on Karl?”
“Yes.”
“Then, the opportunity has come.”
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Name: Karl
Constitution: 45.3
Mental Power: 33
Source Essence: 0
Level: Second-Order Holy Knight, Second-Circle Wizard
Abyssal Bloodline Fusion Rate: 65%
“Hah…”
At the bottom of the volcanic palace.
Karl slowly opened his eyes, casually stretched his muscles, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.
“Not bad!”
“The sixth level of the Holy Demon Transformation can already withstand the third order, and with the seventh level, I’m no longer at the bottom of the third order. Now my strength should be about the same as most of the upper followers.”
“Choosing to cultivate in seclusion for so many years was the right choice!”
Over these years, relying on the life force brought by the third-circle spell, Water of Life, he had cultivated the Holy Demon Transformation to the seventh level.
His strength had steadily stepped into the third order.
At the same time, he had changed his cultivation to the secret society’s Flame Meditation Technique and constructed several powerful fire-type spells.
He also re-refined the Soul Centipede, making it his trump card.
Naturally.
His constitution and mental power had also increased to a certain extent, but without Source Essence, the progress was slow.
“Mevia is probably getting impatient.”
Looking at the thick stack of letters, Karl shook his head slightly:
“But I was injured before, so even if things are urgent, I have to wait until I adjust my body.”
With a light wave of his sleeve, a flame enveloped the letters beside him, burning them to ashes, but without causing any changes to the table.
This kind of precise control over flames naturally came from the secret society’s fire magic.
Fire Control Technique!
A very simple zero-circle spell, but in the hands of the secret society, it had many subtle changes.
Thunder Wings!
With a flash of electricity, Karl dashed out of the volcano. He glanced at his position and rushed towards Death City.
He had just flown out not far when his figure suddenly stopped, and he was about to return the way he came in a flash.
But his eyes flickered, and he stopped moving.
“Hah…”
A gust of wind suddenly rose before him.
The black wind was like a huge curtain, blocking out the sun, and it also sealed off the surrounding area.
A black, a white, and a three-headed dragon blight follower appeared in front of Karl.
The Black Dragon!
These years, it was not only Death City that was developing.
Besides Mevia and the others, the largest forces nearby were the cities protected by the Dragon Blight and the Water God’s followers.
And the Black Dragon had never forgotten to seek revenge on Karl, but it was naturally suppressed by the volcanic palace, and other followers would be courting death if they met Karl.
“Haha…”
The Black Dragon laughed up to the sky:
“Karl, you finally came out of that turtle shell.”
“You are patient.” Karl shook his head:
“Why bother!”
“I couldn’t take you down before because the world’s laws suppressed me too much. Now let’s see where you can escape?” The Black Dragon’s eyes widened:
“My children!”
“Tear him apart for me!”
This place was not far from Death City, so he had to make a quick decision. The Black Dragon had no intention of joking, and directly called for action.
