first wizarding world war.

Chapter 615 Let Him Become a Part of Me (asking for monthly tickets)

In the Christopher Region of the New World, everyone suddenly felt the entire land shaking, and then most of the residents of this region saw a scene that seemed like doomsday.

A monster that looked like a meat ball but had countless tentacles and was dozens of kilometers long slowly rose into the sky.

Most of the extraordinary people, or those who have a certain amount of knowledge and experience, couldn't help but blurt out and shout: "Evil God Gangpas!"

In another large region of the New World, the same strange phenomenon occurred. A pool of black mud like a swamp slowly emerged from the ground and crawled towards the sea. Wherever it passed along the way, no matter what it was, it would be swept into the black mud. When it finally sank into the sea, it eroded a long river channel on the ground, causing seawater to backflow and form a saltwater river.

There were a total of eight strange omens occurring in the entire New World. Countless wild beasts and domestic animals gathered in one place and continued to rot, forming a mass of extremely foul odor, bones, mud, flesh, decayed and indescribable things. There was also floating gray fog, and countless human figures swaying in the gray fog.

Without exception, they all rushed into the sea and never looked back, heading straight for the Old World.

The residents of the New World had no idea what was happening, nor did they know whether these evil gods would return, and they all lived in fear. The residents of the Old World knew nothing and had no idea that danger was approaching.

A middle-aged man dressed as a traveler, carrying a suitcase, was walking in a city in the New World. Suddenly, he felt a sense of the whole world. He looked up at the sea and couldn't help showing a surprised expression. He said to himself: "Why did these rubbish suddenly go crazy? What are they doing in the Old World?"

"Well, should I go back to the Old World as well?"

“There is no chance to become a god here!”

"Although I killed two evil gods and absorbed their power, it didn't help much in solving the fundamental problem."

The middle-aged man suddenly had a sense of something. He looked towards one end of the street and saw a familiar figure. He smiled slightly and said, "Shouldn't you be in the Old World?"

The figure walked over slowly and said, "The righteous gods of the Old Continent are quite capable and have completely turned the tide of the war."

The new person who appeared was Zimmerman. He had not appeared on the battlefield for a long time, and no one knew that he had returned to the New World.

Zimmerman asked curiously, "Should I call you Karnstein or Gary Porter?"

The middle-aged man carrying the suitcase hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "There's no need to hide it anymore. Both of them are me."

Zimmerman was surprised and asked, "Aren't you already a god?"

Karnstein said calmly: "I couldn't save my consciousness, nor could I save my soul. If you call that thing God, then it can be considered as such."

Zimmerman showed an unbelievable look and said, "Aren't you normal now? I have never seen an evil god as normal as you."

Karnstein said calmly, "Just as humans can give birth to offspring and allow a piece of flesh and blood to generate a new consciousness, I also used some secret method to allow a consciousness seed to be born in my own body. Although this consciousness seed has absorbed Gary Potter's memories, in every sense, we are two people now."

He pointed his finger at his head and said with a smile, "Isn't it funny? I often think that I am Gary Potter, but I know clearly that I am a newly born consciousness that has only absorbed Gary Potter's memories. We are completely different individuals. The cognition of self has always troubled me."

Zimerman was silent for a moment, then whispered, "So the vampires have this secret method, no wonder..."

He said nothing. Some information was not suitable to be reported to non-friendly forces. He and Karnstein were not enemies, but they were definitely not friends either. These secrets could not be shared.

Karnstein didn't care. He certainly knew who Zimmerman was! He and Zimmerman had fought countless times in the New World, and neither could do anything to the other. One was a legitimate evil god with a clear consciousness, and the other retained consciousness and was on his way to becoming a righteous god. Even among the evil gods, they were the most terrifying.

Karnstein said slowly: "You are not a person who will give up. What exactly do you want to do when you return to the New World?"

Zimmerman smiled and said, "It's the same reason why you stayed in the New World. We need to kill a few lone evil gods to prepare enough food for ourselves." Karnstein asked, "Who are you targeting this time?"

Zimmerman did not answer, but passed by Karnstein and whispered, "It won't be you anyway."

Karnstein was not surprised. The two had fought each other before, and both knew that it was difficult to kill the other, so they preferred to pick easy targets.

Zimmerman disappeared on the long street. Karnstein looked up at the sky. He could sense that the eight evil gods had left the New World. He stood on the street for a long time before he said calmly, "I should go back."

"Go get rid of that filthy thing called the original body and make it a part of me."

"What a shitty Blood Ancestor, just a bunch of garbage."

A faint blood mist emerged from Karnstein's body, and then he disappeared in the blood mist.

Charlotte woke up suddenly, but was shocked to find that he was not in the real world. He was pulled into the space of gods by a force.

The most typical feature here is the endless black sky.

Moreover, there would often be things emitting evil thoughts passing by, but every time Charlotte saw it, it was a battle between evil gods, so the battlefield would instinctively reject the same kind, making him rarely encounter evil gods.

But it was different this time. Under the endless black sky, there was neither the Holy Light God Kingdom nor the Emilia!

He was all alone!

Charlotte heard a familiar murmur, a voice so familiar that she thought she had never heard it before, but she soon realized that it penetrated deep into her soul.

That's Karnstein's voice...

"Someone wants to kill me! All my descendants! Come and worship Mount Hottinglain in Rhoan!"

"I will grant you immortality!"

"Come to Hottingrain Mountain..."

Charlotte summoned Karnstein and had a second "meeting" with this evil god because of Agmiras's painting.

Well, very unpleasant.

But because of this, he was also very familiar with the aura of Karnstein.

Charlotte could sense that in the distance, there was a familiar aura. This aura was surging and incredibly powerful, even more powerful than any evil god he had ever seen, but it exuded an aura of decay, death, decline, and impending destruction.

He was summoning all bloodlines, but Charlotte could sense that there was a very strange force blocking Karnstein's summons.

In other words: Only he can hear the call of this evil god.

(End of this chapter)