Chapter 118: Blasphemy Knight Anna

Chapter 118: Blasphemy Knight Anna



By the time Karl arrived at the Alliance headquarters, chaos had already ensued, indicating that he wasn't the only one targeted for assassination.

"Arnold is dead!"

"What? He's dead too?"

"..."

"How did so many assassins and Fire Thieves from Kol appear in the Black Swamp? How did they get in?"

"Mortilis was also attacked and is currently unconscious."

Mortilis?

A familiar name caused Karl's eyes to flicker.

"Karl!"

Alysia entered from outside, relieved to see him unharmed. She pulled him aside.

"You must have heard that Kol is retaliating against the Swamp Alliance, and many have already been killed."

"Your friend Mortilis, the leader of the Starlight Secret Society, was also injured but was saved and his life was spared."

As a merchant, Alysia was well-informed.

"How did they get here?" Karl furrowed his brows.

"With so many simultaneous assassinations, it's definitely a big operation. How did the Swamp Alliance not detect this beforehand?"

"Um..." Alysia's eyes glimmered as she whispered, "I heard they used the power of a deity to create a spatial passage, transporting the assassins here."

"This is what an Archwizard told me, but I'm not sure if it's true."

"A deity?" Karl was surprised.

"Aren't they forbidden from interfering in mortal conflicts?"

"Who knows." Alysia shrugged, "Maybe sending people over doesn't violate the agreement."

Karl shook his head.

In reality, the Lord of Dawn's initiative to contact the Swamp Alliance was already a sign of involvement, so it's not surprising if they retaliate.

If the situation escalates...

Even the appearance of second or third-tier angels on the battlefield isn't impossible, indicating an increasingly dangerous situation.

"Oh, right!"

Alysia continued, "I heard Kol has a kill list, and those on it will face endless assassinations."

"Until the target is dead!"

She glanced at him as she spoke.

Karl's heart sank.

"Don't worry." Alysia comforted him softly, "I have news that the portal to the Wizard World is open, and you're definitely among the first batch to go there. As long as you leave this continent, you won't have to fear Kol's assassination attempts anymore."

"Hmm."

Karl nodded slowly.

He had decided to stay at the Alliance base until his departure for the Wizard World, unless necessary.

Until he embarked on the journey to the Wizard World.

No matter how bold Kol's assassins were, they wouldn't dare to act under the watchful eyes of several Archwizards.

Moreover, he wasn't weak himself.

"Karl!"

Someone shouted, "An Archwizard is looking for you!"

Hmm?

An Archwizard is looking for me?

Amidst the surprised gazes of those around him, Karl stepped forward, equally perplexed.

...

Archwizard Marianne, the sole disciple of Grey Robe Wizard Addison.

Wizard Turian, nicknamed Storm Wizard, a middle-aged man with a full beard and a robust build, from the Sak Kingdom.

"Respected Wizard Seniors."

In a dimly lit room, Karl spoke cautiously, "I'm not sure why you're looking for me, but I'm willing to help if I can."

"Help?" Karl's expression remained unchanged, but his heart raced:

"I'm just an ordinary Apprentice Wizard, I'm not sure how I can be of assistance to an Archwizard."

"Heh..." Storm Wizard Turian chuckled, "At least, you're quite lucky.

"Seven or eight people went on a mission, but the credit went to you alone. It's enviable."

"Yes." Karl bowed his head, "Unfortunately, I could only watch as my companions were killed, and I wasn't able to help."

"Enough." Turian waved his hand, "I'm not interested in how you completed the mission. I'm here for the mission regarding the person you carry."

"The person I carry?"

"Yes!" Turian nodded.

"The first batch of spots to go to the Wizard World."

Hmm?

Karl's expression darkened.

"I recall the Alliance has a rule that the merits gained from this mission cannot be transferred or traded."

"Yes." Storm Wizard Turian nodded.

"But one can choose to withdraw voluntarily."

"..." Karl asked, "Respected Wizard Seniors, what kind of person would choose to withdraw voluntarily?"

"Karl." Marianne sighed, "My friend has someone very important to him, and he desperately needs your spot."

"And..."

"Although the portal is one-way, it's not a one-time-only transmission. You can have a second transmission, and we can assure you that there will definitely be a spot for you the second time."

She ultimately chose to concede.

"Second time?" Karl asked, "When can the second transmission begin?"

"..." Marianne pressed her lips, "In ten years."

Ten years!

Karl was speechless.

He had suspected something was amiss. If a second transmission was possible in the short term, they wouldn't care about this spot.

"Respected Wizards." He spoke, "Due to the assassination mission, I'm already on Kol's hit list. I doubt I can last ten years."

"Moreover, at my age, it's unlikely that I'll make much progress on the path of a wizard in the next decade."

"Hmph!" Storm Wizard Turian scoffed.

"Assassination?"

"You're not in any danger!"

"Furthermore, with your wizard talent, even if you had gone to the Wizard World ten years earlier, what progress could you have made?"

Karl's expression grew increasingly sour.

"Actually, there's another option," Marianne thought for a moment and said, "The star portal given by the Divine Realm is an ancient wizard creation. It not only leads to the Wizard World but can also take you to the Magic Forest. Although it's not as prosperous as the Wizard World, it's not too bad either."

"The Magic Forest?" Karl's eyes flickered with interest.

"Is it part of the Wizard World?"

"No!" Marianne shook her head.

"The Magic Forest is located north of the Slo Kingdom. You can think of it as a place where the Wizard World borders our continent."

At this point, she sighed, "I will also be heading there. If you're willing, we can go to the Magic Forest together and spend a few years there before venturing into the Wizard World."

"Moreover..."

"There are other benefits to going to the Magic Forest."

"What other benefits?" Karl asked.

"There's an organization in the Wizard World called the Sixth Circle Tower, and they have a base in the Magic Forest." Marianne began, "We can enter the Magic Forest as members of the Sixth Circle Tower, assist the people there with their tasks, and then head to the Wizard World again, even if we're not officially from the Sixth Circle Tower."

"Karl!"

"With your wizard talent, you can't join the Sixth Circle Tower. This is the only method, or you could say, the only opportunity."

Karl's face showed deep contemplation.

Although the other party didn't explain what the Sixth Circle Tower represented, the fact that it could make an Archwizard show reverence meant it was undoubtedly a significant organization, possibly with considerable influence in the Wizard World.

The Sixth Circle Tower?

Could it be that the Sixth Circle Tower is related to the Sixth Circle Wizards, who are immortal and unaging?

"As compensation for losing your spot."

Storm Wizard Turian remained expressionless and took out a potion from his body, placing it down.

"This is a Green Potion."

A Green Potion!

It was a blue potion, a dream come true for every High Wizard Apprentice.

"Not enough!"

Karl's eyes glinted.

"Add a Silence Potion as well."

The Green Potion and Silence Potion were a perfect combination, significantly increasing the chances of a breakthrough.

"A Silence Potion?" Storm Wizard Turian shook his head.

"You may not realize how rare the ingredients for this potion are; even Archwizards don't possess it."

"Perhaps..."

"You can try your luck in the Magic Forest. The wizardry materials there are far more abundant than here."

"Indeed, a single Green Potion is a bit cheap." Marianne seemed to favor Karl, saying,

"You can make another request, or... Turian can provide some magic stones as compensation."

Storm Wizard Turian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't reject the idea.

"Then..." Karl thought for a moment.

"I want an Advanced Enchanted Item."

"What?"

Turian's face changed, and his spiritual power, tangible as if it had substance, surged out, enveloping the room.

"An Advanced Enchanted Item? You're quite bold to ask for that!"

The room seemed to be caught in a storm, and the invisible force caused Karl's skin to tighten, his body sending frequent warning signals.

This time,

even Marianne shook her head slightly.

The value of an Advanced Enchanted Item was higher than that of a Silence Potion, and even Archwizards possessed only a few of them.

"I can pay with magic stones."

Karl spoke quietly, "Three hundred magic stones!"

"Hmm?"

Storm Wizard Turian raised an eyebrow.

The price of an Advanced Enchanted Item was within the range of several hundred magic stones, and three hundred was indeed a somewhat sincere offer.

After some thought,

he took out a dark-brown talisman from his body.

"This item is called a Phantom Amulet. By consuming a certain amount of spiritual power, it allows the body to become ethereal and avoid attacks."

"The ethereal form is immune to most physical attacks, a small portion of magical attacks, and has no effect against spiritual attacks."

"I obtained this Advanced Enchanted Item some years ago. It's not of much use to wizards, but as a Grand Knight, you might find it handy."

Phantom Amulet? Karl looked intently.

The talisman was palm-sized, adorned with intricate patterns, and showed signs of wear.

A mysterious power seemed to accumulate on its surface.

"Alright,"

With a nod, Karl agreed.

The Other World.

Rapids City.

Karl's enthusiasm was dampened due to the blocked path to the Wizard World, so he decided to take a stroll in the city to clear his mind.

"Honorable Guardian!"

Holy Knight Brown came to visit, "To ensure your safety, the Temple has dispatched a Blasphemy Knight. May I let her in?"

"A Blasphemy Knight?" Karl, who was reading a book, looked up, "Let her in."

"Yes."

With a smile, Brown stepped aside and brought in a person whose entire body was tightly wrapped in a black robe, with a large sword hanging at their waist.

A sword even larger than a broadsword.

The figure in black robes had a slender build and seemed to be... a woman? Brown had mentioned that the Temple would send someone, and after months, a woman had finally arrived.

"Yana," she introduced herself, kneeling on one knee before Karl.

"I pay my respects to the esteemed Guardian," she said in a voice that was androgynous and devoid of any emotional fluctuations, like a machine devoid of feelings.

"Please rise," Karl said. "May I see your face?"

Yana stood up and removed her black robes, revealing a cascade of golden hair. The morning sun's rays seemed to shine through each strand, creating a radiant aura.

The sunlight filtered through her hair, highlighting her deep-set, determined eyes and her beautiful yet resolute face. Her features were well-defined and exuded strength, and her gaze held an unyielding intensity.

Beneath the black robes, she wore a form-fitting suit of armor that gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, accentuating her athletic build and explosive power.

She was a very beautiful, or rather, a handsome woman, though her gaze made her seem unapproachable.

"Yana," Karl said, "Are you here to protect me?"

"Yes," Yana nodded, her expression remaining unchanged. "Starting today, I will be by your side at all times. You can consider me as your sword, ready to be wielded at your command."

"Then..." Karl was curious. "How strong are you?"

Brown had always boasted about the Temple's immense power, but Karl remained skeptical. If they were truly that powerful, why would they cower in some unknown corner, afraid to come into the light? Yana's aura didn't seem particularly strong either.

However, if Brown, a Grand Knight, had specifically called her from the Temple to protect Karl, she must be quite capable.

"I am a Blasphemy Knight," Yana introduced herself. "At full strength, I can kill legendary creatures."

"Really?" Karl was surprised. "You're a legendary knight?"

Yana's skin was smooth and taut, and her life force was vibrant and youthful, indicating that she was likely not very old. Yet, she was a legendary knight.

Moreover, wasn't it said that without the bloodline of a Duke or the blessing of a deity, one couldn't become a legend?

Yana nodded, "You can understand it that way."

"Guardian," Brown spoke up, "Yana carries the blood of a Demon God, so... she can't use her powers freely. Otherwise, she would undergo a transformation and become a monster."

"Guardian, please rest assured," Yana interjected, "Before any transformation occurs, I will take my own life. I will never pose a threat to you."

Hmm? Demon God bloodline? Karl's eyes flickered with curiosity, his expression turning peculiar. "Come closer, let me take a good look at you."

Yana's eyebrows furrowed, feeling some unease at Karl's behavior. Her bloodline was special, and regardless of gender, those who possessed it were always exceptionally handsome, attracting unwanted attention.

Due to the restrictions on using her powers, Yana's memories held instances of Blasphemy Knights becoming playthings in the hands of others for various reasons.

Hesitating for a moment, she slowly approached Karl.

Reaching out, Karl grasped her hand and held it.

Analysis Spell!

Yana's expression shifted slightly as she felt a peculiar power surging from Karl's hand into her body, seeping deep into her bloodline.

This was a power she had never encountered before, distinct from the knight's aura or the power of her bloodline.

Guardian! Could this be the power bestowed by a deity? However, Karl's intentions were clear, and Yana breathed a sigh of relief, unsure how she would refuse if the Guardian had other intentions.

After a while, Karl slowly released her hand, his face filled with confusion, doubt, and a sense of gravity.

"Demon God bloodline..." Karl muttered, "Did you obtain the body of a Demon God?"

Brown looked perplexed.

Yana's expression changed.

This had always been a secret among the Blasphemy Knights.

"It seems so," Karl nodded. "An extraordinary method, fusing the blood of a Demon God with a human body, granting them extraordinary power."

"What a pity!" Karl continued, "Attempting to control the power of a deity with a mortal body will ultimately lead to assimilation by that power. That's why Blasphemy Knights like you don't live long, right?"

"Yes," Yana nodded. "The longest-lived Blasphemy Knight only made it to thirty years old."

"Thirty," Karl sighed. "You're quite pitiful."

To suppress the power within them, Blasphemy Knights, despite their formidable strength, couldn't use their powers freely. Even intense emotional fluctuations were forbidden, and they could only exist as killing machines until their death.

Yana's calm eyes stirred with a hint of emotion, and she bowed her head, speaking softly, "All for the great Moon Goddess."

"Alright," Karl waved his hand, "From now on, stay by my side, but I do have some personal privacy, so you don't need to be with me every moment."

"Oh, by the way!" Karl interjected casually, "This technique of fusing the blood of a Demon God with a human must have emerged after the fall of the Moon Goddess. Who was the Blasphemy Knight that researched this?"

"Reinhardt," Yana replied. "The evil apostate, once a Temple Knight, a man blessed by the God of Wisdom."

"Now, he's a Duke's attendant."

"He's not dead?" Karl was surprised.

"No," Yana shook her head. "For centuries, the Temple has attempted numerous assassinations, all unsuccessful. Instead, the Temple has been forced to hide due to his presence."

Reinhardt?

Karl silently noted the name.

Even with Bloodline Magic, it was unthinkable to merge an ordinary person with the powerful Demon God bloodline.

But this person had done it!

And even more so, there was a restriction deep within Yana's bloodline. As long as the Demon God bloodline lost control, the main body would collapse, and even the lifespan of the Blasphemy Knight was restricted in advance.

Such preventive measures, engraved deep within the bloodline, were truly inconceivable.

It was hard to imagine how this was achieved in a world without wizards.

However, since the person could live for hundreds of years, they had undoubtedly transcended the Legendary rank and were far beyond Karl's current reach.

...

The crimson moon hung high, and a cold wind swept across the land as a cavalry unit of over three hundred approached the outskirts of Rushing City.

As the city gates opened, the squad slowly entered the city.

Over three hundred people, along with their horses, marched in.

Amidst the clatter of hooves, the clanking of armor, and the fluttering of banners in the wind, not a single sound could be heard.

Not even a breath!

An invisible aura of menace spread with the arrival of the cavalry, causing the city's residents to shut their doors.

"Knights from the City of the Dead."

A group of people came forward to greet them, and Sea God Hawk spread his arms and shouted towards the front:

"Welcome!"

"Clop!"

The sound of hooves abruptly halted.

Hundreds of sturdy horses stopped simultaneously, their uniformity chilling.

"Hawk?"

"It's me." Sea God Hawk bowed, a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead:

"How should I address the esteemed Knight, sir?"

"John." A rider slowly emerged from the squad, wearing a bronze mask on his head, depicting the legendary Little Devil.

He bowed his head and spoke:

"Rushing City sends five hundred men to accompany us to the Port of Freedom. We need to familiarize ourselves with the port."

"Grand Knight, leave one behind."

Hawk looked up.

...

Dragon King Merchant Guild.

When the city was rebuilt, the guild was established.

At this moment, the top figures of the guild gathered to discuss matters related to the journey to the Port of Freedom.

"Hawk means for me to stay behind."

Lara spoke up:

"Everyone else will follow, and he will instruct the Sea God Guild members to obey my arrangements during this time."

This was undoubtedly a sign of trust.

"President."

Someone asked:

"The ones who came are just the knights by Princess Myvia's side, not the army sent by the Duke."

"Can they resolve the trouble in the Port of Freedom?"

"They are not responsible for resolving the trouble." Lara shook her head:

"But to investigate what exactly happened in the Port of Freedom and, by the way, to see if Mayor Sodan is still alive."

"Investigation is the priority!"

"Don't underestimate these knights." Quincy shrugged, saying:

"The Death Knights are Princess Myvia's personal guard. Each of the weakest among them is a peak knight, and many possess the strength of Grand Knights. Moreover, their bodies have been modified, making them stronger than ordinary Grand Knights."

"In the night, they can even confront Legendary Knights. The leader, the Masked Knight, possesses Divine Blood, making him a true Legendary Knight."

"Indeed." Conn nodded:

"Three hundred Death Knights are already a formidable force. If it's just for investigation, there shouldn't be a problem."

"Then..." Lara leaned forward:

"Are we really all going?"

The crowd's expressions changed.

In the current Port of Freedom, there were several hundred thousand Merfolk, each of them as strong as a knight's attendant, and among them were some powerful and bizarre variants.

Additionally, there were all sorts of strange and legendary creatures...

Those who had experienced that calamity, witnessing countless deaths, couldn't help but feel apprehensive about returning.

"Trouble!"

Karl gently touched his forehead, looking troubled.

He sat on the edge of the group, and his voice was so soft that only a few people around him heard it.

Within the Dragon King Merchant Guild, his status was unique; he was someone who, though not actively involved in affairs, held an extremely high level of prestige, even surpassing that of the president.

However, since Karl often disappeared, he wasn't well-versed in the guild's specific matters, and during discussions, few people sought his opinion.

"Rest assured, Guardian." Yana, standing behind him, spoke softly as she donned her black robe once more:

"Even if I go to the Port of Freedom, I will ensure your safety with my life."

"It's not because of that." Karl shook his head:

"Why now?"

In a month, he was supposed to go to the Magic Forest, and during this time, it was inconvenient to travel between the two worlds.

However...

He definitely had to go to the Port of Freedom.

Hawk had given Karl maps of the Sea God Guild, Scythe Brotherhood, and other major forces, indicating the locations where each organization kept important items.

According to Hawk's words,

When the great disaster struck suddenly, there was no time to retrieve these items, so the various forces should have left behind two or three dozen Divine Blessing Coins.

So,

even without the Death Knights, he still had to make this trip.

But Karl had originally thought that he would go after a few years, when he became a Legendary Knight or an Archwizard, and had gained some strength.

...

With the Blasphemy Knight Yana and the Death Knights accompanying him, he could also give it a try.

This was an opportunity!

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