Chapter 270 Strength
A few years later.
Even with the help of witchcraft and potions, Jenny's body could no longer support it and she would close her eyes forever.
Her funeral was simple.
Only a few descendants of old friends were invited to attend.
A white velvet coffin covered the coffin, and he was buried in an open lawn behind the manor.
Bishop Louis, the incarnation of Angel Remiller, recited a eulogy and prayed for Jenny, and everyone completed the final farewell ceremony together.
Because of faith.
So people in the Eastern Kingdom believe that they will go to the kingdom of God and heaven after death, and they are not too afraid of death. Even funerals will talk about interesting things about the deceased during his lifetime, and there will be all kinds of laughter.
Death,
In the minds of believers, it represents the completion of atonement and liberation, and there is no need to feel sad.
“Your friend is not religious.”
Remiller closed the book and walked aside with Karl:
“She also has no loyal beliefs, so there is no It’s the same way to get to heaven.”
“I just asked 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 empty, this is perfect. As for faith..."
"She once had it."
"Decades ago, there was a weird magic circulating in the National Opera House. It’s enough to take someone else’s voice and turn it into your own.” Lemiller hesitated and continued:
“At that time, several talented performers had voice problems, and they were later investigated by the clergy. Those who practiced evil methods were sentenced to death.”
"Your friend's revenge can be considered avenged."
"Really?" Karl said expressionlessly:
"It's a pity... what you lost will never come back after all. Thank you for today's incident Well, I owe you a favor."
"Exactly." Remiller said:
"I want to go to the front line. I heard that you wizards have something interesting in their hands. Can’t you sell me some?”
Um?
"Heh..." Karl chuckled:
"No wonder you are willing to come over. It seems that even the dependents 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 am not good at fighting, I am very fast and am an excellent messenger.” Somewhat unhappy:
"The scorching sun will set one day, and we will not lose."
Karl smiled and said nothing. He was not interested in the battle of the gods at all, but he still gave the opponent a few demonized items.
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Another world.
City of Death.
With the hard work of several magical family members, this place has become increasingly prosperous, and the population has exceeded one million.
Agriculture, animal husbandry, and commerce are prosperous.
In order to expand their faith, believers will receive blessings from gods. From this point of view, ordinary people's lives are much better than before.
Maybe future development will be limited, but daily life can be guaranteed.
After all.
Believers are the food supply of the gods. Only by letting them eat and drink well can they reap pure faith.
Mevia sat in the position of the city lord, closing her eyes and listening to the report given by her subordinates.
“City Lord.”
"Now the people in the city only recognize a few relatives of the gods, and they don't care much about your words."
"Huh!" Maivia snorted:
"Who can give them If they live a good life, they will listen to whoever tells them. This is normal. , I don’t care about the opinions of ordinary people.”
“As long as the gods and relatives cooperate with me!”
“Yes,” the subordinate thought at the same time, thinking about himself. Do you also believe in a god?
After all, it is said that as long as you are loyal to your faith, you can go to the Kingdom of God after death and enjoy endless glory and wealth forever.
"There is still no movement on the other side of the volcano?"
"No."
"Karl..." Mevia's face darkened:
" It’s been almost ten years, what the hell are you doing?”
According to her plan, she should have taken action a few years ago, because Karl was delayed in taking action.
Now,
The barrier of the Moon Goddess is getting weaker and weaker, and can already accommodate the power of the late second level, and her plan becomes more and more difficult to implement.
In another ten or twenty years, when she can accommodate the power of the third level, she will have to grovel in front of her superior family members. After all, she only has the second level of peak cultivation.
"I remember that the Black Dragon has been looking for opportunities to seek revenge on Karl?"
"Yes."
"Then, the opportunity has come."
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Name: Carl
Physique: 45.3
Mental power: 33
Essence: 0
Level: Second-level holy knight, second-level wizard
Abyss bloodline fusion degree: 65%
"Huh..."
The bottom of the Volcano Palace.
Karl slowly opened his eyes, moved his muscles at will, and showed a happy smile on his face.
“Not bad!”
“The sixth level of Holy Demon transformation has been able to withstand the third level, and the entry of the seventh level is no longer at the bottom of the third level. Now my strength , should be similar to most of the superior family members.”
"It was right to choose to retreat for so many years!"
Over the years, he relied on the vitality brought by the three-ring witchcraft life source to transform the holy demon into the seventh level.
Strength has steadily entered the third level.
At the same time, he modified the fire meditation method of the Secret Order and constructed several powerful fire witchcrafts.
By the way, re-sacrifice the soul centipede to become your own trump card.
Of course.
Physique and mental strength have been increased to a certain extent, but the progress is slow without the source of quality.
"I'm afraid Mevia is already impatient."
Looking at the thick pile of letter paper, Karl shook his head gently:
"But I was injured before. No matter how urgent the matter is, I have to wait until I have adjusted my body.”
He waved his long sleeves lightly, and a flame wrapped around the letter paper beside him, burning it into ashes but not causing any change on the tabletop.
This method of finely controlling flames naturally comes from the fire witchcraft of the Secret Order.
Fire control!
It is an extremely simple zero-ring witchcraft, but it comes from the hands of the Secret Order and has many subtle changes.
Thunder Wings!
The electric light flashed, and Karl rushed out of the volcano, looked at the direction, and rushed towards the City of Death.
Not far away just after flying out, his figure suddenly stagnated, and he was about to return to his original path in a flash of lightning.
But his eyes flickered and he stopped moving again.
"Huh..."
A strong wind rose in front of me.
The black wind was like a huge curtain, blocking the sky and sealing off the surrounding area.
The three-headed dragon family, one black and two white, appeared in front of Karl.
Black Dragon!
Not only the City of Death has grown over the years.
Except for Mevia and the others, the largest forces nearby are the dragon evil and the city blessed by the Water God’s Familiar.
The black dragon has never forgotten to seek revenge from Karl, but it is naturally suppressed by the Volcano Palace, and other family members are seeking death when they meet Karl.
"Haha..."
The black dragon looked up to the sky and laughed:
"Karl, you finally came out of that turtle shell."
" You are patient." Karl shook his head:
"Why bother!"
"I couldn't take you down at first because the laws of the world were too oppressive. Now I see where you are going to escape?" The black dragon's eyes widened:
"Children! "
"Tear him apart!"
This place is not far from the City of Death, and we must fight quickly. The black dragon was not in the mood to joke, so he directly greeted him.
(End of this chapter)