Chapter 294: The Pale Wing's Right Hand
Chapter 294: The Pale Wing's Right Hand
"This base was originally an abandoned mine, later repurposed as a training ground for the Holy Sanctuary's novice priests and knights."
"The Demon Arm should be located on the third underground level."
"Although the Creator's Vassal has modified the environment here, there are only a few places suitable for research."
Frank, as the elder of the base, knew far more about it than anyone else.
Even though the location of the Demon Arm was highly secretive, he had a good idea of where it might be.
"It should be around here."
Looking at the smooth, seamless metal wall before him, the old priest showed confusion, but still spoke, "I'm certain of it!"
"Hmm."
Karl stepped forward, gently placing his hand on the wall. An invisible force rippled through his palm, spreading in all directions.
"Found it!"
"Boom!"
The power of the eighth transformation of Holy Demonic Transformation erupted, tearing through the nearly one-meter-thick metal wall.
A gust of cold wind rushed through the opening.
Karl stepped into the breach, revealing a high-tech experimental base filled with various machines.
Dozens of white-clad researchers were busy at work, but upon hearing the commotion, they turned, their expressions changing.
"Who are you?"
"Pft!"
Karl casually waved his hand, and the researcher who was approaching was struck by an invisible force, flying backward. Their body hung in mid-air, bones shattered, and they fell to the ground as a lifeless mass of flesh.
"Aiding evil!"
"They must die!"
A ghastly white battle aura, like flexible tentacles, surged from Karl, reaching out to the crowd.
In an instant.
Anyone touched by the white battle aura lost their vitality.
The researchers turned into pools of thick liquid, and the machines clattered, their internal components destroyed.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"Spare me..."
A researcher in a loose-fitting outfit knelt with a thud, pleading loudly, "I know about the latest research success, how to cultivate Blasphemy Beasts, and I have my own model for the Demon Arm. Please don't kill me, my knowledge and experience can be of use to you."
Karl's hand paused momentarily before striking again.
"Unnecessary!"
The Creator's genetic technology might have its unique advantages, but it's not something ordinary people can fully grasp.
Moreover...
This world lacks the foundation for genetic technology, and learning it haphazardly won't produce true talent.
On the contrary...
Whether in the Wizard World with bloodline incantations or the Great Wizard World, there are extremely ancient and relatively complete traditions for parsing the Demon Arm. Even without genetic technology, they can control it.
Furthermore, the researcher killed by Karl had their memories and experiences stored in Divine Realm Fragments, readily accessible. Even if their knowledge is needed, it won't hinder matters.
"Pft!"
"Pft, pft..."
In a short while.
The dozens of researchers and a few mechanical guards within the research base were slaughtered by Karl.
The brutality and efficiency of his methods caused the old priest to feel a sense of apprehension, and a hint of dread appeared in his eyes.
With such cruelty, even with the Blasphemy Bloodline...
Could he really bring order to the Holy Sanctuary?
"These people conducted experiments on infants, disregarding humanity. They have long lost their right to live."
Glancing at the old priest, Karl spoke softly, "Once the technology they possess spreads, who knows how much havoc it will wreak. We can't leave any survivors."
"Found it!"
In the center of the experimental base, there was a massive glass container, holding a dark green liquid.
Suspended within the liquid was a severed hand.
The arm was six to seven meters long, enormous, but its first impression was one of beauty.
Indeed!
It was beautiful.
The white, smooth skin, slender, and well-formed fingers were flawless, captivating.
Just by looking at it, one could imagine the breathtaking beauty of its owner.
"Don't stare!"
Karl reached out to block the old priest's line of sight, his voice stern, "This thing has a bewitching power. Although it's an unconscious leakage, it has the foundation of a fourth-rank artifact. If you gaze at it for too long, you'll easily be influenced and might even worship it as a deity."
"Evil artifact!" Elder Priest's body trembled, and a chill ran down his back.
"Demon!"
"It is said that the Pale Wing was once a great angel serving the Moon Goddess, with a pure heart." Karl glanced at him, "Don't be nervous. It's completely dead, and look, the researchers here are fine too."
As he spoke, Karl raised his hand and ignited a flame.
"Bang!"
The glass container shattered.
"Thud!"
The massive Demon Arm fell heavily, its fingers twitched for a moment, as if it had come back to life.
Elder Priest retreated, turning his back and not daring to look, saying, "Mr. Connie, are you sure you can resist the Demon Lord's temptation? We don't need to rely on it to rectify the Holy Sanctuary."
"Fran." Karl strolled over to the arm, his eyes gleaming.
"What do you think we believe in?"
"The Goddess?"
"Or the teachings of the Goddess?"
"If one day, the Goddess goes against her own words, what should we do?"
Elder Priest's face changed.
"You don't have to answer." Karl reached out and placed his hand on the Demon Arm, "The Moon Goddess may have fallen, or maybe not, but her guidance remains. Why couldn't her guidance be hidden within this corpse?"
"I can accept the bloodline without succumbing to the Demon Lord's temptation, perhaps it truly is a divine indication, don't you think?"
Elder Priest's eyes lit up.
It must be said that Karl's words were quite convincing, and of course, there was also the influence of mental secrets.
Essence +413
Karl's eyebrows furrowed.
Why so little?
Over four hundred essence was more than he had ever obtained at once, but it was far below his estimate.
A drop of the Moon Goddess's blood had over three hundred essence, but the Demon Lord's arm had only over four hundred?
Four thousand wasn't much either!
He squeezed the Demon Arm, soft and fleshy, like air-filled skin.
The flesh and blood inside had long been used to refine the Blasphemy Elixir.
Could it be...
because of this?
"Bang!"
Before he could figure out the question, a loud noise came from behind, and two massive auras descended.
Third Circle!
The Second Elder and the Creator's High-Order Favored arrived together.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
The Second Elder stared at Karl, his face twitching, "You're clever to have us reassigned so you could sneak in, but what good will it do?"
"Where can you escape to now?"
The base was equipped with various surveillance devices, and when Karl and the others appeared, they knew they had been tricked.
They rushed over and blocked the laboratory.
Scanning the room, all the researchers were dead, meaning years of effort were wasted, and the Second Elder was naturally furious.
"Escape?" Karl turned, facing both of them, and simultaneously stored the Demon Arm in his Spatial Gear.
He dared not put it in the Divine Realm Fragment, as rejection might directly destroy the arm, causing trouble.
"Do you know why I came here?"
"Why?" The Second Elder frowned, subconsciously sensing something amiss.
"Of course, it's for the Demon Arm." Karl smiled faintly, "You came quickly, but it's still too late."
"Hmph!"
The Second Elder snorted, "You think you can escape. There's a Dimensional Seclusion Technique here, easy to enter but hard to leave."
"As long as we capture you, the Demon Arm will be ours."
"Capture me?" Karl shook his head, his body slowly floating up, "How about..."
"Let me kill you!"
Essence Upgrade!
Constitution 73 - Constitution 93
Third Circle Late Stage!
(End of Chapter)
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