Nearly a thousand crew members poured into the island and began to clear out the islanders and plunder supplies.
Without the main fighting force, the island owner Cherry, the others on Fire Island were unable to cause much trouble.
Main hall.
After a great war, this place was almost reduced to ruins.
Debris was scattered and lava was flowing.
There is almost no place to stay.
"Respected Guardian, it's a pleasure to meet you." The white-haired Paladin came in front of Carl, performed an ancient etiquette, and excitedly said, "Paladin Brown, I am willing to serve you."
Carl's face turned pale. Although he succeeded in killing the monster in the end, he still felt bad.
I felt chest tightness and congestion, and my hands were shaking slightly involuntarily. Fortunately, my foundation was not damaged and I will recover after a few days of rest.
"It seems that I am still too exhausted to deal with a legendary being at this moment."
"Guardian?"
He looked at the other person: "When did I get such a name?"
"Before the gods fell, the Moon Goddess had four guardian knights from the Holy Land by her side." Brown said hoarsely, "They are the Giant, the Sirius, the Twins, and the Holy Crab. They are also called the Guardians of the Gods."
"you,"
“It should be the giant spirit of this generation!”
"Oh!" Carl raised his eyebrows: "Why do you say that?"
"Because you are practicing the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique."
"So simple? Isn't there anyone among the Paladins who practices Giant Spirit Breathing?"
"...No." Brown shook his head slightly and explained, "Only the most devout believers are qualified to enter the Holy City and become Paladins. Only the most talented Paladins can enter the Holy Land in the sky. Only after defeating other competitors in the Holy Land can they practice the four major inheritance methods."
"And if you want to become the guardian of God, you must be the most outstanding person in the Holy Land."
"Respected Guardian, you should know that practicing the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique requires the blessing of God, so..."
His eyes were wild: "God!"
"Nothing has fallen!"
Carl stroked his chin.
When he practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique, he did receive the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Although the goddess's condition looked a little bad, she did not die.
"so……"
He asked in surprise, "You couldn't confirm before that the Moon Goddess didn't fall?"
"Yes." Brown nodded. "The kingdom of God has been shattered. The Holy Temple has analyzed some signs and guessed that the goddess should still be alive."
"It's just that there has been no way to prove it, and your existence, Guardian, is evidence."
No wonder he was so excited.
For hundreds of years, the Knights of the Temple have been wandering around this continent. Although they are looking for the goddess, how many of them have not doubted in their hearts whether the goddess is still alive or has already fallen? Now,
Having evidence to prove that the goddess is still alive is no less than restoring faith for the paladin.
"Over the years, the Paladins have explored many ruins, and the Holy Temple has also collected the two major inheritance methods of the Giant Spirit and the Holy Crab."
Brown said, "But for hundreds of years, no one has ever truly succeeded in practicing it. All those who practiced it were weakened versions that did not require blessings."
"It's not just the goddess's inheritance, the inheritance left by other gods is the same, none of them can be truly practiced."
Carl raised an eyebrow.
No wonder! No wonder his strength is stronger than that of ordinary knights. The breathing method accounts for a large part of the reason.
No matter how high the level of other people's breathing techniques is, it cannot be higher than the inheritance left by the gods.
Carl actually thought that his breathing method was very powerful, but he gave up this idea after being exposed to the furnace method.
The complete version of The Hundred Aspects of the Furnace is by no means inferior to the Giant's Breathing Technique, and should even be higher.
But if no one succeeds, that’s another story.
With just the Giant Breathing Technique, if he could cultivate it to the peak of the Great Knight, he would probably be able to crush all the top warriors in Freeport and possess the ability to fight against legendary creatures.
"Guardian."
Brown spoke again: "Please come with me to the temple. The paladins of this world will lead you to rescue the trapped goddess."
"Go to the cathedral?" Carl shook his head: "I'm not interested now."
"ah!"
Brown's face was stiff:
"W-why?"
The one who can receive the blessing of the goddess should be the most devout believer, but Carl does not seem to be one of them.
There was even a clear lack of respect for the goddess in his tone.
"No reason."
Carl shook his head:
"I just don't want to."
joke.
God!
That is an existence that even second-ring wizards dare not touch. If I were to touch it now, I would simply be seeking death.
Maybe the Moon Goddess had no ill will towards him, but what if? What about the other gods? There were also beings that caused many gods to fall, those so-called evil gods, these things were far beyond his reach now.
"Guardian!"
Brown said hurriedly, "You don't need to do anything. Just follow me back to the temple. The temple will try to find clues about the goddess from you."
These words made Carl even more afraid to go to the so-called holy temple.
Who knows what methods the other party will use.
bloodletting?
Anatomy?
…
Given the Paladins' fanatical belief in the Goddess, they will never show mercy if they need to kill someone to save the Goddess.
"never mind!"
Carl waved his hand and walked out.
"Guardian." Brown hurriedly followed:
"The temple has the inheritance left by the gods, there are many powerful people to ensure your safety, there are super-quality seals, and the great god's grace you want is also there..."
Karl paused, then shook his head again.
Something he wanted.
But it needs to be done under the premise of ensuring safety.
“Karl!”
At this time.
Susan's voice came from the front:
"Come and see what we found."
…………
This should be the 'boudoir' of Cherry, the owner of Fire Island.
The high ceilings are made of delicate wooden beams and plaster ornaments, and sunlight shines through the stained glass, with mottled light and shadows dancing on the smooth marble floor.
Various weapons are hung on the surrounding walls, with their sharp edges exposed and exuding a fierce and murderous aura.
In a corner of the living room is an elaborate dressing table, on which are placed cosmetics and jewelry covered with a layer of dust.
"Cherry used to love makeup, and now she's abandoning her dressing table. It's obvious that her mind has been twisted by the evil god."
Connie shook his head and looked at a meteorite on the bed: "Is this it?"
"Um."
Poseidon Hawke touched the meteorite with his trident:
"Broken?"
This is a fist-sized fiery red meteorite, which people on the island said was found from magma.
Since getting this meteorite, Cherry's temperament has begun to change.
Not just her.
Everyone on the island became confused and only a few people who frequently left the island remained sane.
But as soon as you get to the island, things start to get weird, and it becomes more obvious the longer you stay.
The surface of the meteorite is full of potholes and there are many cracks inside. It will shatter on the spot with the slightest touch.
Connie took a step forward.
"careful!"
Susan reminded hurriedly.
"It's okay." Connie shook his head: "The things inside should be gone."
"Something?" Lula asked curiously: "What is it?"
"The breath of the evil god." Connie held a piece of meteorite fragment in his hand, raised it towards the direction of the sunlight, squinted and examined it: "According to my guess, hundreds of years ago, this meteorite from outer space carried the breath of the evil god and landed on this island until it was discovered by Cherry."
"The evil god's aura bewitched her, causing her mind to twist and become alienated step by step, eventually turning her into a monster."
"But with Cherry's death, the evil god's aura also disappeared, and the stone cracked."
"That's right." Hawke nodded. "According to Cherry's former pirate companions, she has been carrying this meteorite with her ever since she found it."
"When eating, sleeping, or fighting, I would never leave this thing, until recently."
“Evil God’s Breath…” Carl also picked up a piece of meteorite fragment and used analysis to examine its material:
"Ordinary meteorite."
An ordinary meteorite, just tainted with a hint of the evil god's aura, almost killed everyone.
How terrifying would a true evil god be? "Look!"
Lula lifted a curtain, revealing something behind it: "What is this?"
On the ground behind the curtain, a strange pattern was drawn with blood, and different things were placed in each corner.
The whole scene was very strange.
"altar."
Connie squatted down to check the ground and explained, "It is rumored that the gods accept the prayers of countless believers every day, but only choose a very small number of lucky ones to respond."
"If an altar is set up and sacrifices are offered, the voices of believers will be heard and responded to by the gods first."
"but……"
He stood up, kicked the things on the altar, and continued, "Because there is a barrier in our world, the power of the evil god cannot penetrate into it, and the voices of believers cannot be heard. Cherry probably wants to get in touch with the evil god's body through this method."
"No!" Carl shook his head: "It's not Cherry, it's the evil god."
"It manipulated Cherry to set up the altar and draw in its own power."
"Yes!" Connie's eyes lit up. "I didn't expect that you, Carl, also have a certain understanding of gods. Let's communicate more in the future."
Carl smiled and said, "I am curious about all knowledge."
"Ruin it!" Connie stood up, found some books nearby and threw them on the ground: "They are all things that communicate with gods and confuse people's minds."
"How about keeping it?" Lula touched her smooth chin, her eyes flickering back and forth: "If we can communicate with the righteous gods, we can also receive blessings."
"The gods have fallen. Even the most devout believers of the gods cannot get a response from them." Connie shook his head: "We are even less capable."
"What if..." After seeing Cherry's strength, Lula couldn't help but hold on to a glimmer of hope:
"What if?"
"If there's a response, it's even worse," Connie warned.
"Because you have communicated with the evil god. As a mortal, you should never try to understand the gods."
"Let me do it." Carl stepped forward: "Mortals cannot spy on gods, but it shouldn't be a problem to take a look at the descriptions of gods."
Saying,
Pick up a book.
Connie frowned subconsciously.
He knew the temptation of these things better than anyone else, and few people could resist trying them.
It’s ok if there is no reaction after trying it, but there is a reaction…
It's over! …………
"The Guardian is unwilling to go to the temple."
Brown looked at the broken crimson moon in the sky, his eyes shifting back and forth: "Why did the goddess choose a person without faith to be her protector? Is this also the will of God?"
"No matter what, the news about the guardian must be passed back to the temple. It would be best if a blasphemous knight could come and ensure the guardian's safety."
Lower your head.
Brown carved lines of words on a strange stone.
The words flashed and then disappeared.
* * * Fragments of the divine realm.
Essence: 0.6 "As expected."
Carl looked at the light screen in front of him: "The Essence is related to gods. No matter whether they are good gods or evil gods, as long as they are contaminated with the breath of gods, they will have the Essence. If I kill this kind of existence, I can take the Essence."
Name: Carl
Constitution: 4.25 Mental Strength: 4.38 Essence: 0.6 Level: Great Knight, Senior Wizard Apprentice
Increase physical fitness? Mental strength? If you increase mental strength, you can increase the power of witchcraft and speed up the progress of blood witchcraft.
But in the short term, the increase will not be large.
Add physique.
To be honest, not much has changed.
But there is one advantage, that is, the physical fitness value can reach the perfect limit of the Great Knight more quickly.
Especially after he mastered the bloodline witchcraft, his physical fitness has increased rapidly in recent times, and there is no sign of slowing down at the moment.
so……
Improve your physical fitness! As soon as the thought came to mind, the data on the light screen changed, and a sense of full power emerged in the body.
The skin and flesh become firmer, the bones and internal organs are strengthened, and the seed of life expands faster.
Constitution: 4.55 Mental Strength: 4.38 Essence: 0 Level: Great Knight, Senior Wizard Apprentice
“Clatter…”
The wizard rolled up a book and opened it in front of Carl. There were many complex patterns recorded in it.
"A way to communicate with the gods?"
"I wonder if I, the Lord of the Divine Realm, can use it. If it does, what kind of scene will it be?"
Currently, there are only two ways to break through the Great Knight and become a legend. One is to obtain the blessing of the gods.
One is to have special bloodline.
In the latter case, Carl can only pray that the abyss blood in his body will work, but based on the experience of his predecessors, it is highly unlikely.
The first one can be tried.
But communicating with gods does not seem to be easy.
…………
Orthea stepped onto the island and looked at the obviously neglected path in front of her, and shook her head helplessly.
“Carl.”
"If you don't have time, you can hire some mortals to take care of the island regularly."
She said with a look of regret, "You and Xibeier have a nice island, but it's a bit of a waste to just grow some food."
“Let’s talk about it later.” Karl waved his hand and took her into the house: “Sit down first, I’ll prepare some drinks.”
Sweet and tempting mead is the favorite of the nobles of the Kingdom of Gondor, and many wizards also like this micro-movement.
"You made this yourself?"
Olseya took a small sip and nodded with satisfaction:
"good."
"As long as you like it." Karl took out something and put it on the table, a complicated look flashed in his eyes: "This is it, give me an estimate of its price."
Orthea picked up the ring on the table, held it in her hand and examined it for a moment, then uttered two syllables.
"Guna!"
moment.
A halo emerged from the ring, and a whole set of armor appeared out of thin air, floating quietly in the air.
“It’s unbelievable!”
As someone who had seen many magical items, Orseya couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when seeing this set of armor: "Second ring of sorcery, void storage! First ring of sorcery, automatic assembly!"
"High-level magic item..."
"No!"
“它可能是一件传承巫器，只不过偏向于骑士使用，而不是巫师。”
说着。
又是一脸遗憾的摇头。
“可惜！”
“它太破了，身上都是伤痕，防御力怕是还不如一件普通的魔化物品强。”
确实太破了。
这件跟随卡尔许久的盔甲，可以说遍体鳞伤，就像是破破烂烂的乞丐服。
尤其是这次与火焰岛岛主切莉变成的怪鸟交手，几乎彻底让它报废。
“不过它的品阶毕竟还在，如果可以修复的话，就算是正式巫师也会乐意入手。”
奥尔瑟雅面露沉思： “传承巫器，附近几个国度总共也没有几件，即使残破依旧能卖出好价钱。”
“我觉得能值二百枚魔石左右。”
她没问这件东西的来历，只看破旧的程度，最少也是几百年前的老古董。
有些裂痕很新，像是不久前刚刚经历了厮杀。
但这种情况更不方便询问。
作为一个合格的商人，什么该问什么不该问，奥尔瑟雅十分清楚。
“那就麻烦你了。”卡尔开口： “我想通过你把它拍卖，成交价钱的一成当做酬劳，你觉得怎么样？”
“一成？”奥尔瑟雅点头： “可以！”
对她来说这件事并不难，而一件破损的传承巫器也可能卖出高级魔化物品的价钱。
“如果你不着急用钱的话，我建议把它放在大型的拍卖会上售卖。”
“有着宣传预热，也能吸引到更多潜在买家，可能卖出更高的价钱。”
“可以。”卡尔没有意见： “既然交给你，就按你的方法处理。”
“我就喜欢像你这样爽快的客人。”奥尔瑟雅抿嘴一笑，取出一个合同： “确认一下，然后签字。”
“这件东西太过贵重，我们还是走一下正规流程。”
“对了。”
她又取出一本书籍： “你托我买的炼金术书籍，不过……你这是要转行要做织工不成？”
炼金术有很多分支。
笼统分。
就连药剂学都能划分到炼金术当中。
而炼制魔化物品，又有一个巫师帽、手套、服饰、织品等细分类。
卡尔笑而不语。
火焰岛岛主切莉变化的怪鸟死后，留下来一些‘绒毛’，是十分罕见的炼器材料，可以炼制魔化物品。
当然不能浪费。
“对了！”
告辞离去的时候，奥尔瑟雅想起一件事，回头看过来：
“你还记不记得安斯洛特？”
“记得。”卡尔点头： “蒂姆的朋友，听说失踪了？”
“他死了。”奥尔瑟雅耸了耸肩：
“尸体被人从沼泽深处打捞了上来，目前还不知道是谁做的。”
“我要说的是，他曾经委托我，尝试购买你从阿道夫那里继承的高级魔化物品。”
“哦！”卡尔挑眉： “是吗？”
目送对方远离，卡尔略作沉思，来到藏书房，在一副画卷前站定。
画中妇人正在沉睡。
“吉娜？”
“啊！”吉娜恍然回神，睁开双眼笑道：
“尊敬的主人，您有什么吩咐？”
“你在睡觉？”卡尔好奇问道。
“不！”吉娜一脸严肃，伸手擦了擦嘴角的口水，狡辩道：
“我在沉思！”
“作为一个塞满知识的灵魂仆从，我需要时刻思考才能更好的为主人您服务。”
？
卡尔无语。
摇了摇头试探问道：
“我刚刚听到一个消息，说你的身上藏着一个秘密，是不是真的？”
“秘密？”吉娜轻笑： “我还以为主人您不会问。”
“确实是这样，我的身上有着一个秘密，但制作我的人给这个秘密上了一把锁，唯有后面的主人成为正式巫师后才能打开。”
还真有秘密？ 难怪安斯洛特心心念念不忘，还以为他与蒂姆关系好到能为对方报仇。
“那么……”
念头急转，卡尔慢声问道： “你怎么知道我现在是不是正式巫师？”
“很简单。”吉娜双手一摊： “握住我的画框，就能知道答案。”
卡尔深深看着她，随即转身离开，知道有秘密就好，现在看来还不是解开的时候。
…………
两个月后。
体质：4.7 “进度变慢了！”
卡尔舒展了一下筋骨，无奈摇头。
得益于深渊血脉的加持，最近几个月的时间里他的体质增长的很快。
如今，
终究还是开始变缓。
“现在应该与自由之港曾经的三大高手差不多，同属于巅峰大骑士，不比海神霍克低多少。”
“再有一两年，借助传奇生物的血肉，应该就能达到大骑士数值的极限。”
“至于实力……”
“应该能稳胜霍克，借助巫术可以比较轻松的斩杀普通传奇生物。”
“嗯？”
眼眉微挑，卡尔踏步行出房屋。
此时已是深夜。
原本阴暗的天色越发深邃，几乎达到伸手不见五指的程度，偌大岛屿唯有前方的房屋还有着些许微弱光晕传来。
“凯瑟琳？”
卡尔眉头微皱，朝着光亮处行去。
“吱……”
他缓缓推开房门。
大厅里的场景让他的面色一凝，下意识握住随身携带的阔剑剑柄。
祭坛！
沟通神祇的祭坛！
这段时间他一直在研究与神祇有关的知识，只是一眼就分辨出地面上的图案是什么。
凯瑟琳只是一个普通人，虽然嫁给了一位高级巫师学徒，却并不好学。
这么复杂的图案、摆设，是她布置的？ 她要做什么？ “噗通！”
“噗通！”
卡尔咽喉滚动，只觉心跳加速，深渊血脉带来的危险感知让他下意识察觉不妙，不过这时候再想退出去明显已经迟了。
“哒……”
脚步声从屋内传来。
一身轻纱睡衣的凯瑟琳缓步行出。
轻薄的纱衣并不能很好的遮掩她的身材，更有一种朦胧的魅惑美。
此时的卡尔却没有心思欣赏对方的美丽，而是一脸忌惮的开口： “你是谁？”
面前站着的，明明就是凯瑟琳。
但， 在他的感知中，却是一个陌生而又恐怖的气息。
如同天际的星辰、深邃的大海，只是举步轻轻移动，竟似天塌地陷。
这种感觉……
十分类似火焰岛岛主切莉被邪神气息扭曲后的情况，但又有不同。
那时候的切莉神志癫狂，只知道杀戮，就算一头怪物。
而面前的凯瑟琳。
虽然也是‘怪物’，但似乎有着理智，一双眸子幽暗深邃，如同无底深渊，气息强度要远远超过切莉变成的怪物。
“大骑士？”
目视卡尔，‘凯瑟琳’慢声开口，声音沙哑，让人听不出来男女。
“这与信徒的记忆不符。”
轻轻摇头，‘她’似乎不准备深究，毕竟只是一个区区大骑士，还属于凡人的范畴，不值得自己用心，视线掠过窗扇投向外面漆黑的夜空。
“黑沼泽，污浊的气息，真应该被彻底净化！”
“卡尔。”
‘她’看向卡尔： “带我去见这里的灰袍巫师。”
“灰袍巫师？”卡尔缓缓后退，再次问道： “你是谁？”
“我？”‘凯瑟琳’眼神恍惚，迟疑了一下才面露笑意，垂首示意，声音肃穆、悠远，好似浩瀚钟声在耳边回荡：
“愚笨可笑的凡人，现在站在你面前的，是神的仆人，天使雷米勒。”
卡尔眼前一亮。
一尊洁白的天使出现在他的感知之中，‘她’的存在宛如一道璀璨的星光，将深邃、黑暗的夜色点缀的如梦如幻。
Behind her was a pair of snow-white wings, which fluttered gently, emitting a golden glow, like a shooting star across the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
Although her tone was full of contempt and sarcasm, her beautiful eyes were still full of warmth and love, as if no matter how much grief or trauma one encountered, they could be soothed by her and given endless light and hope.
Angel!
Ray Miller! Carl's eyes narrowed and his skin tensed instantly.
"Servants of the Lord of the Morning?"
"mortal!"
Remiel said with a hint of displeasure: "You talk too much. Take me to see the Gray Robe Wizard. This time I come with God's will."
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