Chapter 270: Strength
Chapter 270: Strength
Several years later, even with the care of magic and potions, Jenny's body could no longer support her, and her eyes remained forever closed.
Her funeral was a simple affair, with only a few descendants of her old friends invited to attend.
A white velvet pall draped over the coffin, and she was laid to rest in a spacious lawn at the back of the manor.
Angel Remiel, in the form of Bishop Louis, recited the eulogy, praying for Jenny, and everyone bid their final farewells.
Due to their faith, the people of the Eastern Kingdom Continent believed that after death, one would go to the divine realm or heaven, and they had little fear of death. Even at funerals, they would share funny stories of the deceased, and laughter was not uncommon.
Death, in the hearts of the faithful, represented redemption and liberation, and there was no need for sorrow.
"Your friend doesn't believe in the religion," Remiel closed the holy book and walked aside with Karl.
"She doesn't have a devoted faith either, so she won't be going to heaven. My presence here doesn't change that."
"I was just asking casually, I didn't expect you to actually come," Karl placed a bouquet of flowers down.
"It doesn't matter."
"Coming into the world with nothing and leaving with nothing, that's perfection. As for faith..."
"She used to have it."
"Decades ago, there was a strange dark art circulating in the National Opera House. It could take away one's voice and make it one's own," Remiel hesitated, then continued, "Several talented musicians had issues with their voices, and later, the clergy investigated and found the perpetrators who were executed for their dark magic."
"Your friend's vengeance has been served, then."
"Is that so?" Karl's expression remained unchanged.
"It's a pity... What's lost will never return. Thank you for today; I owe you one."
"Perfect timing," Remiel spoke up.
"I'm heading to the front lines, and I heard that you wizards have some interesting items. Could you sell me some?"
Hmm?
"Heh..." Karl chuckled.
"No wonder you were willing to come. It seems that even the deities' favored ones have their own personal desires."
"But even angels like you, who aren't good at combat, are going to the battlefield. The situation doesn't look good!"
"I may not be good at fighting, but I'm fast and an excellent messenger," Remiel said with some displeasure.
"The sun will eventually set, but we won't lose."
Karl smiled but remained silent. He had no interest in the battle against the gods, but he still gave Remiel a few enchanted items.
Otherworld.
City of Death.
With the hard work of several divine favored ones, the city became increasingly prosperous, and the population had already surpassed one million.
Agriculture, animal husbandry, and commerce thrived.
To expand their faith, the believers received the protection of the deities. In this regard, the lives of ordinary people were far better than before.
Perhaps future development would be limited, but their daily lives were guaranteed.
After all, the believers were the sustenance of the deities. Only by ensuring they lived well and were content could pure faith be harvested.
Lady Mewaya sat upright in the city lord's position, her eyes closed as she listened to the reports from her subordinates.
"My Lady."
"The people in the city only pay attention to the divine favored ones and not so much to you."
"Hmph!" Lady Mewaya scoffed.
"It's normal for them to listen to whoever provides them with a good life. I've never cared about the opinions of ordinary people anyway."
"As long as the divine favored ones cooperate with me, that's all I need!"
"Yes, my Lady." The subordinate agreed, his thoughts turning to the idea of also devoting himself to a deity. After all, it was said that as long as one's faith was sincere, they could go to the divine realm after death and enjoy eternal splendor.
"Still no movement from the volcano?"
"None."
"Karl..." Lady Mewaya's expression grew somber.
"It's been almost a decade. What have you been doing all this time?"
According to her plan, they should have taken action years ago, but Karl's inaction had delayed their plans.
Now, the barrier of the Moon Goddess was weakening, allowing for the containment of Second Circle Late Stage power, making her plans increasingly difficult to execute.
In another decade or two, when the barrier could accommodate Third Circle power, she would have to bow down before the High-Rank Servants.
After all, she had only reached the peak of the Second Circle.
"I recall the Black Dragon has been seeking revenge on Karl?"
"Yes."
"Well, the opportunity has arrived."
...
Name: Karl
Constitution: 45.3
Mental Strength: 33
Essence: 0
Rank Holy Knight and Second Circle Wizard
Abyss Bloodline: 65%
"Huff..."
At the bottom of the Volcanic Palace, Karl slowly opened his eyes, stretched his muscles, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Not bad!"
"The sixth level of Holy Demonic Transformation can withstand the impact, and with the seventh level initiation, I'm no longer at the bottom of the Third Circle. My current strength should be on par with most of the High-Rank Servants."
"Choosing to seclude myself was the right decision!"
Over the years, relying on the life force brought by Third Circle Life Source Magic, he had pushed the Holy Demonic Transformation to the seventh level.
His strength firmly stepped into the Third Circle.
At the same time, he modified the Secret Order's Flame Meditation Technique and created several powerful fire-based spells.
He also re-refined the Soul Centipede, turning it into his signature move.
It was only natural.
His constitution and mental strength had increased to a certain extent, but the progress was slow without the presence of essence.
"Lady Mewaya must be getting impatient by now."
Looking at the thick stack of letters, Karl shook his head lightly.
"But I had injuries before, and no matter how urgent the matter is, I need to adjust my body first."
With a gentle wave, a flame coiled around the stack of letters, turning them into flying ashes, yet the table remained unchanged.
Such precise control over the flames naturally originated from the Secret Order's Flame Magic.
Fire Control Technique!
A simple Zero Circle spell, but in the hands of the Secret Order, it had numerous intricate variations.
Thunder Wings!
With a flash of lightning, Karl dashed out of the volcano, checked his bearings, and headed towards the City of Death.
Soon after taking off, his figure suddenly stalled, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to turn back.
But his gaze flickered, and he halted his movement.
"Huff..."
A fierce wind suddenly arose before him.
The black wind was like a massive curtain, blocking out the sun and sealing off the surroundings.
Three Dragon Spawn Favored, one black, two white, appeared before Karl.
The Black Dragon!
Over the years, not only had the City of Death been developing.
Apart from Lady Mewaya and her companions, the nearby major forces were the Dragon Spawn and the city protected by the Water God Favored.
The Black Dragon had been seeking revenge on Karl all this time, but it was naturally suppressed by the Volcanic Palace, and the other Favored would be seeking death if they encountered Karl.
"Haha..."
The Black Dragon roared with laughter.
"Karl, you've finally come out of your turtle shell."
"You have patience." Karl shook his head.
"Why bother!"
"Back then, I couldn't defeat you because of the world's law suppression. Now, where do you think you can escape to?" The Black Dragon's eyes widened.
"Rip him apart for me!"
Being not far from the City of Death, they had to fight quickly and decisively. The Black Dragon had no time for jests and immediately gave orders to his minions.
(End of Chapter)
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