Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 109 Angel Ray Miller (Please collect)
One ship after another appeared in the waters near Flame Island and docked in an orderly manner under the guidance of the two major chambers of commerce.

Nearly a thousand crew members poured into the island and began to clear out the islanders and plunder supplies.

Without the main fighting force, the island owner Cherry, the others on Fire Island were unable to cause much trouble.

main hall.

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

Debris was scattered and lava was flowing.

There is almost no place to stay.

"Respected Guardian, it's a pleasure to meet you." The white-haired paladin came in front of Carl, performed an ancient etiquette, and spoke excitedly:
"Paladin Brown, I am willing to serve you."

Carl's face turned pale. Although he succeeded in killing the monster in the end, he still felt bad.

I felt chest tightness and congestion, and my hands were shaking slightly involuntarily. Fortunately, my foundation was not damaged and I will recover after a few days of rest.

"It seems that I am still too exhausted to deal with a legendary being at this moment."

"protector?"

He looked at the other person:
"When did I get such a name?"

"Before the gods fell, the Moon Goddess was accompanied by four guardian knights from the Holy Land." Brown said hoarsely, slowly:
"They are the Giant Spirit, the Sirius, the Gemini, and the Holy Crab. They are also known as the Guardians of God."

"you,"

"It should be the giant spirit of this generation!"

"Oh!" Carl raised his eyebrows:
"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are practicing the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique."

"So simple? Isn't there anyone among the Paladins who practices Giant Spirit Breathing?"

"...No." Brown shook his head slightly and explained:
"Only the most devout believers are qualified to enter the Holy City and become Paladins. Only the most talented Paladins can enter the Holy Land in the sky. Only after defeating other competitors in the Holy Land can they practice the four major inheritance methods."

"And if you want to become the guardian of God, you must be the most outstanding person in the Holy Land."

"Respected Guardian, you should know that practicing the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique requires the blessing of God, so..."

His eyes were wild:
"god!"

"Nothing has fallen!"

Carl stroked his chin.

When he practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, he did receive the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Although the goddess's condition looked a little bad, she did not die.

"so……"

He asked in surprise:
"You couldn't confirm before that the Moon Goddess had not fallen?"

"Yes." Brown nodded:
"The kingdom of God has been shattered. The Holy Temple has analyzed some signs and speculated that the goddess should still be alive."

"It's just that there has been no way to prove it, and your existence, Guardian, is evidence."

No wonder he was so excited.

For hundreds of years, the Knights of the Templar have been wandering across this continent. Although they are searching for the goddess, how many of them have not doubted in their hearts whether the goddess is still alive or has already fallen?
right now,

Having evidence to prove that the goddess is still alive is no less than restoring faith for the paladin.

"Over the years, the Paladins have explored many ruins, and the Holy Temple has also collected the two major inheritance methods of the Giant Spirit and the Holy Crab."

Brown said:
"But for hundreds of years, no one has ever truly succeeded in practicing it. All they practiced were weakened versions that did not require blessings."

"It's not just the goddess's inheritance, the inheritance left by other gods is the same, none of them can be truly practiced."

Carl raised an eyebrow.

No wonder!
No wonder his strength is stronger than that of ordinary knights. The breathing method accounts for a large part of the reason.

No matter how high the level of other people's breathing techniques is, it cannot be higher than the inheritance left by the gods.

Carl actually thought that his breathing method was very powerful, but he gave up this idea after being exposed to the furnace method.

The complete version of The Hundred Aspects of the Furnace is by no means inferior to the Giant's Breathing Technique, and should even be higher.

but,
If no one succeeds, that’s another story.

With just the Giant Breathing Technique, if he could cultivate it to the peak of the Great Knight, he would probably be able to crush all the top warriors in Freeport and possess the ability to fight against legendary creatures.

"Guardian."

Brown spoke again:
"Please come with me to the temple. The paladins of this world will lead you to rescue the trapped goddess."

"Go to the temple?" Carl shook his head:
"I'm not interested right now."

"what!"

Brown's face was stiff:

"Why... why?"

The one who can receive the blessing of the goddess should be the most devout believer, but Carl does not seem to be one of them.

There was even a clear lack of respect for the goddess in his tone.

"No reason."

Carl shook his head:

"I just don't want to."

joke.

God!

That is an existence that even second-ring wizards dare not touch. If I were to touch it now, I would simply be seeking death.

Maybe the Moon Goddess has no ill will towards me, but what if?
Where are the other gods?
There are also the existences that caused the fall of many gods, those so-called evil gods, these things are far beyond his reach now.

"protector!"

Brown said hurriedly:
"You don't need to do anything. Just follow me back to the temple. The temple will try to find clues about the goddess from you."

These words made Carl even more afraid to go to the so-called holy temple.

Who knows what methods the other party will use.

bloodletting?

Anatomy?

……

Given the Paladins' fanatical belief in the Goddess, they will never show mercy if they need to kill someone to save the Goddess.

"never mind!"

Carl waved his hand and walked out.

"Guardian." Brown hurriedly followed:

"The temple has the inheritance left by the gods, there are many powerful people to ensure your safety, there are super-quality seals, and the great god's grace you want is also there..."

Karl paused, then shook his head again.

Something he wanted.

But it needs to be done under the premise of ensuring safety.

"Karl!"

At this time.

Susan's voice came from the front:

"Come and see what we found."

…………

This should be the 'boudoir' of Cherry, the owner of Fire Island.

The high ceilings are made of delicate wooden beams and plaster ornaments, and sunlight shines through the stained glass, with mottled light and shadows dancing on the smooth marble floor.

Various weapons are hung on the surrounding walls, with their sharp edges exposed and exuding a fierce and murderous aura.

In a corner of the living room is an elaborate dressing table, on which are placed cosmetics and jewelry covered with a layer of dust.

"Cherry used to love makeup, and now she's abandoning her dressing table. It's obvious that her mind has been twisted by the evil god."

Connie shook his head and looked at the meteorite on the bed:
"that's it?"

"Ah."

Poseidon Hawke touched the meteorite with his trident:

"Broken?"

This is a fist-sized fiery red meteorite, which people on the island said was found from magma.

Since getting this meteorite, Cherry's temperament has begun to change.

It's not just her.

Everyone on the island became confused and only a few people who frequently left the island remained sane.

But as soon as you get to the island, things start to get weird, and it becomes more obvious the longer you stay.

The surface of the meteorite is full of potholes and there are many cracks inside. It will shatter on the spot with the slightest touch.

Connie took a step forward.

"careful!"

Susan reminded hurriedly.

"It's okay." Connie shook his head:
"The contents should be gone."

"Things?" Lula asked curiously:
"what?"

"The breath of the evil god." Connie held a piece of meteorite fragment in his hand, raised it towards the direction of the sunlight, and squinted his eyes and examined it:
"According to my guess, hundreds of years ago, this meteorite carrying the aura of the evil god landed on this island until it was discovered by Cherry."

"The evil god's aura bewitched her, causing her mind to twist and become alienated step by step, eventually turning her into a monster."

"But with Cherry's death, the evil god's aura also disappeared, and the stone cracked."

"Not bad." Hawke nodded:
"According to Cherry's former pirate companions, she has been carrying this meteorite with her ever since she found it."

"When eating, sleeping, or fighting, I would never leave this thing, until recently."

“Evil God’s Breath…” Carl also picked up a piece of meteorite fragment and used analysis to examine its material:

"Ordinary meteorite."

An ordinary meteorite, just tainted with a hint of the evil god's aura, almost killed everyone.

How terrifying would a true evil god be?
"Look!"

Lula lifted a curtain to reveal what was behind it:
"what is this?"

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

The whole scene was very strange.

"altar."

Connie squatted down to check the ground and explained:
"It is rumored that the gods receive prayers from countless believers every day, but only choose a very small number of lucky ones to respond."

"If an altar is set up and sacrifices are offered, the voices of believers will be heard and responded to by the gods first."

"but……"

He stood up, kicked the things on the altar down, and continued:
"Because our world has a barrier, the power of the evil god cannot penetrate into it, and the voices of believers cannot be heard. Cherry probably wants to get in touch with the evil god through this method."

"No!" Carl shook his head:
"It's not Cherry, it's the evil god."

"It manipulated Cherry to set up the altar and draw in its own power."

"Yes!" Connie's eyes lit up:
"I didn't expect that you, Carl, also have a certain understanding of gods. Let's communicate more in the future."

Carl smiled:
“I am curious about all knowledge.”

"Ruin it!" Connie stood up, found some books nearby and threw them on the ground:
"They are all things that communicate with gods and seduce people's hearts."

"How about keeping it?" Lula touched her smooth chin, her eyes flickering back and forth:
"If we can communicate with the true gods, we can also receive blessings."

"The gods have fallen. Even the most devout believers of the gods cannot get a response from them." Connie shook his head.
"We are even less capable."

"What if..." After seeing Cherry's strength, Lula couldn't help but hold on to a glimmer of hope:

"What if?"

"If there's a response, it's even worse," Connie warned.

"Because you have communicated with the evil god. As a mortal, you should never try to understand the gods."

"Let me do it." Carl stepped forward:
"Mortals cannot spy on gods, but it shouldn't be a problem to take a look at the descriptions of gods."

Saying,

Pick up a book.

Connie frowned subconsciously.

He knew the temptation of these things better than anyone else, and few people could resist trying them.

It’s ok if there is no reaction after trying it, but there is a reaction…

It's doomed!
…………

"The Guardian is unwilling to go to the temple."

Brown looked at the broken crimson moon in the sky, his eyes shifting back and forth:
"Why did the goddess choose a person without faith to be her protector? Is this also the will of God?"

"No matter what, the news about the guardian must be passed back to the temple. It would be best if a blasphemous knight could come and ensure the guardian's safety."

Lower your head.

Brown carved lines of words on a strange stone.

The words flashed and then disappeared.

*
*
*
Fragments of the divine domain.

Essence: 0.6
"really."

Carl looked at the light screen in front of him:
"The essence is related to gods. No matter whether they are good gods or evil gods, as long as they are contaminated with the breath of gods, they will have essence. If I kill such beings, I can take the essence."

Name: Carl

Constitution: 4.25
Mental Power: 4.38
Essence: 0.6
Level: Great Knight, Senior Wizard Apprentice

Add physique?
Mental strength?
If you add mental power, you can increase the power of witchcraft and speed up the progress of blood witchcraft.

But in the short term, the increase will not be large.

Add physique.

To be honest, not much has changed.

But there is one advantage, that is, the physical fitness value can reach the perfect limit of the Great Knight more quickly.

Especially after he mastered the bloodline witchcraft, his physical fitness has increased rapidly in recent times, and there is no sign of slowing down at the moment.

and so……

Add physique!
As soon as the thought came to mind, the data on the light screen changed accordingly, and a sense of full power surged into the body.

The skin and flesh became firmer, the bones and internal organs were strengthened, and the life seed expanded faster.

Constitution: 4.55
Mental Power: 4.38
Essence: 0
Level: Great Knight, Senior Wizard Apprentice

"Crash..."

The wizard rolled up a book and opened it in front of Carl. There were many complex patterns recorded in it.

"A way to communicate with the gods?"

"I wonder if I, the Lord of the Divine Realm, can use it. If it does, what kind of scene will it be?"

Currently, there are only two ways to break through the Great Knight and become a legend. One is to obtain the blessing of the gods.

One is to have special bloodline.

In the latter case, Carl can only pray that the abyss blood in his body will work, but based on the experience of his predecessors, it is highly unlikely.

The first one can be tried.

But communicating with gods does not seem to be easy.

…………

Orthea stepped onto the island and looked at the obviously neglected path in front of her, and shook her head helplessly.

"Karl."

"If you don't have time, you can hire some mortals to take care of the island regularly."

She said with regret:
"You and Xibeier have a nice island, but it's a bit of a waste to just grow some food."

“Let’s talk about it later.” Karl waved his hand and took her into the house:
"Sit down first, I'll go prepare some drinks."

Sweet and tempting mead is the favorite of the nobles of the Kingdom of Gondor, and many wizards also like this micro-movement.

"you made it yourself?"

Olseya took a small sip and nodded with satisfaction:

"good."

"As long as you like it." Karl took out something and put it on the table, with a complicated look in his eyes:
"It's this thing. Please give me an estimate of its price."

Orthea picked up the ring on the table, held it in her hand and examined it for a moment, then uttered two syllables.

"Guna!"

moment.

A halo emerged from the ring, and a whole set of armor appeared out of thin air, floating quietly in the air.

"It's unbelievable!"

As someone who had seen many magical items, Orseya couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at this set of armor:
"Second ring sorcery, void storage! First ring sorcery, automatic assembly!"

"High-level magic item..."

"No!"

"It may be a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation, but it is more likely to be used by knights rather than wizards."

talking.

He shook his head again with a look of regret.

"pity!"

"It's too broken, with scars all over it. I'm afraid its defense is not as strong as an ordinary magic item."

It's really too broken.

This piece of armor that has been with Carl for a long time is now covered with scars, like a tattered beggar's clothes.

Especially this time, the battle with the strange bird transformed by Cherry, the owner of Fire Island, almost completely destroyed it.

"But its grade is still there after all. If it can be repaired, even a formal wizard would be happy to buy it."

Olthea looked thoughtful:
"It's an inherited magical weapon. There are only a few of them in the nearby countries. Even if it's broken, it can still be sold for a good price."

"I think it's worth about 200 magic stones."

She didn't ask about the origin of the item, but just looked at how worn out it was and knew it must be an antique that was at least several hundred years old.

Some of the cracks are very new, as if they had just been through a fight not long ago.

But this situation is even more inconvenient to ask.

As a qualified businessman, Ortheya knew very well what to ask and what not to ask.

"Then thank you for your help." Carl said:
"I want to auction it through you, and I'll give you 10% of the transaction price as my reward. What do you think?"

"One percent?" Orseya nodded:
"can!"

This was not a difficult task for her, and a damaged inherited magical weapon could be sold for the price of a high-level magical item.

"If you're not in a rush for the money, I suggest selling it at a large auction."

"With pre-publicity, it can also attract more potential buyers and may sell at a higher price."

"Okay." Carl had no objection:
"Since it's handed over to you, I'll handle it your way."

"I like straightforward customers like you." Orseya smiled and took out a contract:
"Confirm it and then sign it."

"This item is too valuable, let's go through the formal process."

"correct."

She took out another book:
"You asked me to buy the alchemy books, but...are you planning to change your career and become a weaver?"

There are many branches of alchemy.

Generally speaking.

Even pharmacy can be classified as alchemy.

As for the refining of magic items, there are subcategories such as wizard hats, gloves, clothing, fabrics, etc.

Karl smiled and said nothing.

After the strange bird transformed by Cherry, the owner of Fire Island, died, it left behind some "fluff", which is a very rare refining material that can be used to refine magical items.

Of course it can't be wasted.

"correct!"

When saying goodbye and leaving, Orthea remembered something and looked back:

"Do you remember Anslot?"

"Remember." Carl nodded:
"Tim's friend, I heard he's missing?"

"He's dead." Olthea shrugged.

"The body was pulled from the depths of the swamp. We don't know who did it yet."

"What I want to say is that he once asked me to try to buy the high-level magic items that you inherited from Adolf."

"Oh!" Carl raised his eyebrows:
"is it?"

Watching the other person go away, Carl pondered for a moment, then came to the library and stood in front of a scroll.

The woman in the painting is sleeping.

"Gina?"

"Ah!" Gina suddenly came back to her senses, opened her eyes and smiled:

"Dear master, what do you want?"

"Are you sleeping?" Carl asked curiously.

"No!" Gina said sternly, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth with her hand.

"I'm thinking!"

"As a soul servant filled with knowledge, I need to think all the time in order to better serve you, my master."

?

Carl was speechless.

He shook his head and asked tentatively:

"I just heard a piece of news that you are hiding a secret. Is it true?"

"Secret?" Gina chuckled:
"I thought you wouldn't ask, Master."

"That's true. I have a secret, but the person who made me put a lock on it. It can only be opened after the next owner becomes a formal wizard."

Is there really a secret?
No wonder Anslot was obsessed with it, thinking that he had a good enough relationship with Tim to avenge him.

"So……"

With his thoughts turning rapidly, Carl asked slowly:
"How do you know if I'm an official wizard now?"

"It's very simple." Gina spread her hands:
"Hold my frame and you'll know the answer."

Karl looked at her deeply, then turned and left, knowing that there was a secret, but now seemed not the time to reveal it.

…………

Two months later.

Constitution: 4.7
“Progress has slowed down!”

Karl stretched his muscles and shook his head helplessly.

Thanks to the blessing of the abyss bloodline, his physical condition has grown rapidly in recent months.

now,

It eventually began to slow down.

"He should be about the same level as the three great masters of Freeport. He is also a top knight and not much lower than Poseidon Hawke."

"In another year or two, with the help of the flesh and blood of legendary creatures, I should be able to reach the upper limit of the Great Knight's stats."

"As for strength..."

"I should be able to defeat Hawke. With the help of witchcraft, it is relatively easy to kill ordinary legendary creatures."

"Ok?"

With his eyebrows slightly raised, Carl walked out of the house.

It was late at night.

The originally gloomy sky became even darker, to the point where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. On the huge island, only the house in front could still emit a faint halo of light.

"Catherine?"

Carl frowned slightly and walked towards the light.

"squeak……"

He slowly opened the door.

The scene in the hall made his face stiffen, and he subconsciously grasped the hilt of the broadsword he carried with him.

altar!

The altar for communicating with gods!

During this period of time, he had been studying knowledge related to gods, and he could tell what the pattern on the ground was at a glance.

Catherine was just an ordinary person. Although she married a senior wizard apprentice, she was not studious.

Was it she who arranged such complicated patterns and decorations?
What is she going to do?
"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Carl's throat rolled and he felt his heart beating faster. The sense of danger brought by the abyss blood made him subconsciously realize that something was wrong, but it was obviously too late to retreat at this time.

"clatter……"

Footsteps came from inside the house.

Catherine, dressed in a gauze pajamas, walked out slowly.

The thin gauze dress cannot hide her figure well, but instead gives off a hazy and charming beauty.

At this time, Karl had no intention of appreciating the other person's beauty, but spoke with a fearful look on his face:
"who are you?"

The person standing in front of me was clearly Catherine.

but,
In his perception, it was a strange and terrifying aura.

Just like the stars in the sky and the deep ocean, just the slightest movement can seem like the sky is falling and the earth is sinking.

This feeling……

It is very similar to the situation when Cherry, the owner of Fire Island, was distorted by the evil god's aura, but it is also different.

At that time, Cherry was insane and only knew how to kill, even though she was a monster.

And Catherine in front of him.

Although it is also a "monster", it seems to have reason. Its eyes are dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss, and its aura is much stronger than the monster that Cherry turned into.

"Great Knight?"

Looking at Karl, Catherine spoke slowly, her voice was so hoarse that it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

“It doesn’t match the memory of believers.”

Gently shaking her head, 'she' seemed not ready to delve into it. After all, he was just a mere knight, still a mortal, not worth her attention. Her eyes swept across the window to the dark night sky outside.

"The Black Swamp, the foul atmosphere, really needs to be completely purified!"

"Karl."

She looked at Carl.
"Take me to the grey wizard here."

"Gray-robed wizard?" Carl slowly stepped back and asked again:
"who are you?"

"Me?" Catherine's eyes were dazed. She hesitated for a moment before she smiled. She bowed her head and said in a solemn and distant voice, like the sound of a vast bell echoing in her ears:

"Foolish and ridiculous mortal, the one standing before you now is the servant of God, the angel Remuel."

Carl's eyes lit up.

A pure white angel appeared in his perception. Her existence was like a bright starlight, embellishing the deep, dark night with a dreamlike feel.

Behind her was a pair of snow-white wings, which fluttered gently, emitting a golden glow, like a shooting star across the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.

Although her tone was full of contempt and sarcasm, her beautiful eyes were still full of warmth and love, as if no matter how much grief or trauma one encountered, they could be soothed by her and given endless light and hope.

Angel!

Ray Miller!
Carl's eyes narrowed and his skin tensed instantly.

"Servants of the Lord of the Morning?"

"mortal!"

Remiel sounded unhappy:
"You talk too much. Take me to see the Gray Robe Wizard. This time I come with God's will."

Asking for a monthly ticket! ! !
(End of this chapter)