Wizard, I have a different world.

Chapter 288 Breakthrough
"Yes."

Carl nodded and said while moving his body:

"It's better to call it a blasphemous potion than a legendary potion, because once you take it, your body will be transformed in an irreversible direction."

"finally……"

"Become a blasphemous beast!"

?

Rachel and Hume looked gloomy.

Their first reaction to the news was shock and fear, and their second reaction was disbelief.

But they could see clearly the expressions of the two trainee priests not far away, and they couldn't help but believe it.

"how do you know?"

The female novice priest subconsciously opened her mouth to ask, then realized something was wrong, and closed her mouth and avoided the look.

"Is this true?" Rachel was so angry that she was shaking all over. She picked up her bow and arrow and pointed it at the two trainee priests. Veins on her forehead bulged and she roared:

"You're going to turn us into monsters!"

"Forget it." Carl stretched out his hand to block:
"They are also following orders from their superiors. There is no need to vent your anger on them."

"Connie!" Rachel stamped her feet and said anxiously:

"If you knew that, why did you take the potion?"

"I only found out after I took the medicine." Carl shook his head lightly, his face calm.
"It doesn't matter!"

"Everyone will die one day, some are lighter than a feather, some are as tall as a mountain. If my death can awaken others, it will be worth it."

Hear the words.

Not only did Rachel and Hume look solemn, but even the expressions of the two trainee priests became somewhat complicated.

I didn't even dare to look at Carl.

"The current church has forgotten its original purpose and has become a place for some people to gain benefits."

Carl looked serious and continued his performance:

"Be kind, be just, be brave, be fearless..."

“How many people still remember the Templar’s ​​code? It’s time to make a change.”

"go!"

He waved his hand:
"Let's go and take a look at the golden fruit tree."

The other people looked at each other, their expressions and thoughts were very complicated, but they all stood up.

The group headed towards the golden fruit tree.

"The Blasphemy Potion isn't all bad."

Karl moved his wrist and smiled at them:
"My body's ability to recover is amazing now. I was seriously injured just now, but now I feel that it does not affect my activities."

"And its strength increases very quickly."

"Connie." The male novice priest glanced at him, and after a brief pause, he said slowly:

"You'd better use less energy in your body. The effect of the blasphemous potion is irreversible. The more times you use it, the more likely it is to mutate."

Maybe it was because Carl saved his life, or maybe it was because the passionate words just now played a certain role, his attitude towards Carl changed a lot, and he no longer spoke in a condescending manner.

"Humph!"

Rachel snorted.

"I know, thanks for the reminder." Karl looked at the other party, his eyes flickering:

"By the way, I still don't know your names?"

"My name is Jerry, and her name is Nicole." The male trainee knight said:
"We were raised by the Templars and followed the code of chivalry, but a few years ago..."

“It’s all changed.”

Nicole nodded slowly, her expression grim.

"Everything will be fine in the past." Carl smiled calmly, looking fearless and upright:

"If we can work together and move towards the same goal, nothing can stop us."

Nicole's heart moved, and her eyes showed a little fanaticism.

How long?
Ever since she had seen certain things growing up, she had never felt this kind of blood boiling again.

Jerry, on the other hand, gradually calmed down after his initial excitement, and his eyes became lost in thought.

Everyone can shout slogans, but it is of no help in solving real problems.

Just like Carl.

He admitted that Carl was determined and loyal in his beliefs, but so what? Could it change the outcome of alienation?

"Wow..."

Part the leaves and the golden fruit tree comes into view.

Under the fruit tree lay the corpse of a three-headed hellhound, and the seriously injured Lance and the giant were recuperating.

Beside them, there are two blasphemous beasts guarding them.

It appears that they finally killed the Cerberus, but were also injured and lost a Blasphemous Beast.

"Ok?"

Hearing the noise, Lance opened his eyes and looked up. His face darkened when he saw the people.
"Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to return to the base after luring away the three-headed dog of Hell?"

"Senior." Jerry said hurriedly:

"We were concerned for your safety, so we came to check it out."

"No need." Lance groaned:
"Go back quickly."

"Wait a minute!" Carl suddenly frowned, staring at the giant in the field with a cold expression:
"Who is he?"

"Hmm?" Lance's eyes turned cold.
"Who he is has nothing to do with you. Leave now. I will remember your contributions. Don't worry about the rest."

"Yes, yes." Jerry nodded repeatedly and signaled to Carl with his eyes:
"We're leaving now."

"Father Lance." Carl did not intend to leave, but was determined to get to the bottom of the matter:
"This man has the aura of the evil god. Could it be that as a Templar Knight, you are colluding with the evil god's followers?"

"How dare you!" Lance stood up angrily and shouted, "Why would you question what I did?"

"Lance!" Carl refused to give in, with a righteous look on his face:
"You have colluded with the evil god's followers and have betrayed the Templar's principles. You are no longer worthy of being a Templar Knight. Allowing someone like you who has no faith to be a priest and teach others will only lead them astray."

"Haha..." Lance laughed angrily:
"Holy Temple Rules?"

"I didn't expect that someone still remembers this. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten it. So what if I disobeyed you?"

"You must be executed for colluding with the evil god!" Carl drew his broadsword and stared at the other party:

"As a member of the Holy Temple, I have the right to purge sinners like you according to the Holy Temple's rules!"

"Shh!"

Ten Thousand Buddha Hands - Nine consecutive hits!

The sword energy danced wildly, and nine strikes were made in an instant, with each attack ending at the end of the previous one.

The violent energy instantly created a strong wind.

Ok?
Lance's expression changed slightly.

He didn't expect that Carl, who had just advanced to the legendary level, was so strong, and he himself was injured.

"Damn it!"

"Peng!"

Sirius Phantom Demon Fist!
An illusory fist shadow appeared out of nowhere and collided with the incoming sword energy, causing both figures to fly backwards.

After Carl landed, he didn't stop at all and raised his sword to attack again.

"die!"

Rachel and others who were traveling with him were hesitant and didn't know how to deal with the current situation for a moment.

Help Carl?

Don't joke, Lance is a priest of the temple and one of the second elder's most valued disciples.

What's more, there is a follower of the evil god whose strength is unknown in the field.

Help Lance?
Carl had just rescued them not long ago, and his passionate speech also impressed several people.

Just when they were at a loss, the situation on the field had changed.

"Peng!"

Lance vomited blood and fell back.

After all, he was injured, and Carl's attack was so fierce that he was unable to resist for a while.

"Lance, my friend, it seems that the situation inside the temple is not as clear as you said."

Seeing this, the giant stood up and flexed his wrist:
"Let me do it!"

boom!
It was as if there was a volcano inside him that erupted with a loud bang, and his raging aura directly suppressed the entire audience.

Second level!

Rachel, Jerry and the others' faces changed drastically, and they felt frightened instinctively like mice seeing a cat.

The look he gave Carl was also full of pity.

Finished!

A legend who had just advanced not long ago could not possibly be a match for a second-level opponent, even if he was injured.

This is actually true.

Faced with the aura suppression of a second-level strongman, the first-level Carl couldn't even move.

"Ka... Ka..."

His body trembled, his eyes stared at the other person, and his teeth clenched:
"I am a Templar Knight. I must be fearless, follow the path of chivalry, and protect fairness and justice..."

"Heh..." The giant shook his head and laughed:
"Foolishness!"

"Knight!" Carl looked up, the pale white fighting spirit on his body growing thicker and thicker, until it was so dense that it enveloped his entire body:

"I am a knight, a true knight!"

Ok?
The giant's expression changed slightly, and an incredible look appeared on his face, as if he had realized something.

"Click..."

There was a cracking sound.

"boom!"

Carl roared to the sky, and a pair of black wings suddenly extended from behind him.

"Blasphemy against the beast!"

Lance's eyes widened:

"No!"

"It's the Blasphemous Knight!"

The second-level blasphemous knight!
Under the 'oppression' of the giant, the determined Carl actually 'broke through in time of danger' and advanced to a second-level knight.

"How is it possible?" Hume's face was dull, and he murmured:

"He has just advanced to the rank of knight."

"Yes." Rachel also had a dull expression, but a strange enthusiasm gradually emerged in her eyes:

“This must be a gift from God!”

God's gift?

The expressions of the two trainee priests, Jerry and Nicole, changed slightly, and no one knew what they were thinking, and they knelt on the ground together.

"kill!"

Ten Thousand Buddha Hands——Thirty-six consecutive hits!

Carl turned into a shadow, broke through the giant's breath suppression, and swung the broadsword in his hand to slash at the opponent.

"die!"

(End of this chapter)