Yana opened her eyes with great effort, and a simple roof made of wooden piles came into view. The familiar scene made her look a little dazed.

"When we were little, the people in the temple built a place for us to live. I have never forgotten it."

A soft, gentle voice sounded in my ears:

"They were unsure if we could adapt to the bloodline of the Pale Wings, so our living quarters were very simple. It wasn't until we were seven years old and moved to the training ground that the environment improved."

"You should still remember it, right?"

Yana propped herself up and looked at the woman not far away.

The woman had beautiful long golden hair, delicate features, smooth skin, and sparkling eyes.

This is a woman who is impeccable in appearance, figure, and even strength.

Next to her was a huge black sword.

"It's you."

Yana's eyes were complicated:

"Sister Milia."

Of course she knew him, the most famous swordsman among the Blasphemy Knights, who eventually betrayed the Templar.

He is now ranked fifth on the Temple's wanted list.

Black Sword Milia! It was the other party who taught her how to hold the sword and how to kill the enemy.

"You still recognize me as your sister."

Millia tilted her head and smiled sweetly. That smile that appealed to both men and women made Yana feel dazed again.

Hmm? Why do I get distracted so easily?

Her face darkened and she subconsciously grasped the greatsword beside her.

"Your mood swings are huge, but it has nothing to do with me. You accidentally broke the bloodline restriction in your body."

Milia said calmly: "Now, feel your body carefully."

Yana struggled to get up, and instead of choosing to check her body, she asked, "How is the Guardian?"

"Guardian..." Milia's eyes flickered:

"He's fine."

"His methods are very strange, completely different from what I imagined, but... they are also very powerful."

As he said this he raised his right hand.

There was an obvious burn on her arm, which even a body with the blood of the evil god could not easily repair.

The guardian is fine? Yana felt relieved when she heard that, and then she focused her attention on herself, her expression suddenly darkened.

She could feel a powerful energy surging and surging in her body, a force so great that her body could hardly bear it.

She is very weak now.

His limbs were limp and his emotions were fluctuating violently, and even picking up the big sword beside him was a struggle.

But very powerful.

The energy in the body is far greater than before, and once driven by emotions, it can explode with astonishing power.

"Your current situation is critical."

Miria said sternly, "A generation of Blasphemous Knights has a serious flaw. Once their bloodline gets out of control, they will either die on the spot or turn into a monster. Most sisters cannot escape this fate."

"but……"

"If you can accept the blood in your body, you will have a chance to truly control it like I did."

Touching the black sword beside her, Miria continued, "You have great potential. If you can get through this, your strength in the future may surpass mine."

"Accept?" Yana said hoarsely, "How do you accept?"

"It's very simple." Milia chuckled:

"The blood in our bodies comes from the evil god Pale Wings, and he is a war angel who betrayed the goddess."

"Accepting and recognizing what He does is equivalent to accepting the blood in your body."

"This is impossible!" Yana growled, "This is betrayal!"

"It's blasphemy!"

"We are originally blasphemous knights. The blood in our bodies comes from a traitor." Milia narrowed her eyes:

"and……"

"Do you think the temple is still worth our protection?"

"They go around adopting baby girls and say they are doing good things, but we all know what they are doing."

"Among dozens of baby girls, not even one may survive. The Blasphemous Knights are just pawns in their hands. Now they have more useful pawns. We were the ones they abandoned first."

"No!" Yana shook her head: "I am protecting the goddess, not the Templar Knights."

"What's the difference?" Milia shrugged.

"Before the goddess fell, she handed everything over to the Templar Knights. They represent the will of God."

"You're wrong!" Yana still shook her head: "The Guardian represents God's will."

"Yana." Milia sighed:

"I have been in Strom City all this time. The guardian you mentioned may not believe in the goddess."

"Why else has he not been going to the sanctuary?"

Yana was silent.

Maybe Millia was just guessing, but having been with Karl for a long time, she knew clearly that Karl did not have a devout faith.

Not just a goddess.

He is an unbeliever! No! Unlike ordinary unbelievers, unbelievers fear the power of God, but Carl does not fear it.

More like curiosity.

I wonder why God is so powerful.

Peering into the secrets of the gods is actually a form of blasphemy! * * * Fragments of the divine domain.

Carl sat upright on the stone chair.

In front of him, Boken's memory was divided into several parts, revealing one by one as the tentacles flipped.

The giant squid of the abyss has the innate ability to devour the souls of others, and naturally has the instinct to analyze memories.

Coupled with Carl's absolute rationality, it is not difficult for him to find useful things after his bloodline awakens.

Milia! The traitor of the Temple and the owner of the Black Sword, she has tempted the Blasphemous Knights to flee the Temple many times.

The black sword in her hand once scratched a certain god, and after being stained with the god's blood, it had the special ability of being indestructible.

"so……"

"If Yana falls into her hands, she will most likely try to turn her against us, so there is no need to worry about her safety."

Reassured, Carl looked at other memories.

Borken was brought up in the Templar as an infant and was a fanatical Templar Knight.

He spent a large part of his life reciting doctrines and making meaningless prayers to the gods.

certainly,

There are also some places where it can be used.

"Holy Temple!"

"The mission of the temple is to find and save the Moon Goddess. It is a holy place in the hearts of all the Paladins who believe in the Goddess."

"There is a bishop and nine elders. The bishop has never shown up, while the nine elders show up occasionally."

"In Boken's memory, he has seen three elders. Their appearances have hardly changed over the past few decades. This shows that the elders of the temple are most likely legendary beings, or have other ways to prolong their lives."

"So, is there any second-level life in the temple?"

Carl thought about it.

This is really possible! The War of the Gods has only been a few hundred years since then, and the theoretical lifespan of a second-level being is five hundred years.

But if you use some secret methods or other life-extending potions, living a few hundred more years would not be a problem.

Having survived the War of the Gods until now, it’s not a big problem.

But the strange thing is.

Whether it is the several grand dukes or other powerful people who survived the War of the Gods, they rarely show up.

This has been especially true in recent decades.

It seems that the stronger one's ability, the more reclusive one becomes.

Of course that's impossible.

"In this world, there must be some kind of restriction that prevents beings above the second level from easily showing up or taking action."

"The second stage is not coming out, which is a good thing for me!"

However, it is certain that no one in the temple has mastered the four great inheritances passed down by the Moon Goddess.

This is also what makes Carl special.

He mastered the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique. This inheritance was secondary; the key was to prove that the goddess had not fallen.

"The Age of the Gods."

"Only the knights in the mortal world can have the opportunity to enter the holy temple for training after a rigorous selection. There are so many holy temples in the human world, and only a few holy knights can enter the holy land of the divine world every year. And only the top ones in the holy land can obtain the four great inheritances."

"Even during the Age of the Gods, there were only a few guardians around the goddess who practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique."

"but……"

"Sacred Skill!"

"Only the guardians who participate in the Arena of the Gods will be granted holy skills to increase the chances of winning."

"pity……"

"Very few guardians who entered the arena survived, so the holy skills were never spread, until..."

"The invasion of the evil god from outside the domain!"

Carl's eyes lit up.

"In order to resist the evil gods from outside the domain, the gods had to increase their investment in the guardians and bestow various holy skills or divine weapons and armor. This allowed some powerful guardians to even have the ability to kill gods."

"During that indescribable period of time, the power of the guardians was greatly enhanced, and various holy and even divine skills were spread."

"The Holy Temple does have holy skills! And there is more than one!"

"Even the martial arts that Boken practiced were simplified versions of the sacred techniques. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the complete sacred techniques in his memory."

“Hmm…”

"The deacon Lev who was traveling with him seemed to have some holy skills. He is now at the Dark Market."

"Boken brought six blasphemous ancient beasts to me, and Lev took two blasphemous ancient beasts to the market. It seems that my identity as the guardian of the goddess is more important!"

"Dark Market..., interesting!"

Boken's position in the church is not low. Apart from the bishop, he is second only to the nine elders and some deacons.

What he has access to and what he understands about the world far exceeds what Carl does.

for example,

The titles and territorial limits of the Grand Dukes.

And the Dark Bazaar.

The current holy temple is not open to the public, and several elders dare not even go out. There are many similar forces.

In order to facilitate communication with each other, these forces hidden in the darkness set up the Dark Market.

And several grand dukes acquiesced to the existence of the market.

"Signs, rare items, slaves, news..."

"These things are sold in the Dark Market. I wonder if there are any holy skills or even divine skills?"

Touching his chin, Carl shook his hand and threw out the magic carpet.

"In Boken's memory, Deacon Lev is a fanatic like him, so he will come to me as well."

"Oh……"

"Don't bother, I'll come find you now!"

…………

The edge of the city of death.

Carl jumped off the magic carpet.

In front of us was a very simple wooden house, and inside the house there was still the remnant of Yana's presence.

"Gone?"

With the wizard's means, he could sense it as long as Yana was nearby.

"Did they go to the Dark Market too?"

The location of the Dark Market is not fixed. For some reason, this time it was chosen in the City of Death.

Speaking of which, this is Carl's first time in the City of Death.

On the official road, which was large enough to accommodate eight carriages, there was an endless stream of pedestrians and vendors, and city guards patrolling from time to time.

Entered the city.

The commercial street is prosperous and thriving, and the residential area is full of the atmosphere of fireworks.

"What a prosperous city!"

Carl sat cross-legged on the magic flying carpet, cast magic to hide his figure, and looked back and forth in the city.

"pity!"

“Everything has its limits, and prosperity will eventually lead to decline!”

"The prosperity of the City of Death is due to the fact that almost all the people from all the surrounding cities flocked here, and this situation is difficult to sustain."

"The land continues to dry up, food production is decreasing year by year, the free port has been destroyed, there is no source of fish, and there is less and less food to eat."

"If something unexpected happens, this prosperous city will probably be burned down."

"But none of this has anything to do with me."

“Found it!”

In a narrow alley, a light mist lingered, and a special aura lingered.

"Astral world?"

Carl raised his eyebrows, looking surprised: "The Dark Market is actually in the Star Realm?"

He was very familiar with this breath. It was the breath of the star realm that could only be sensed after becoming a formal wizard. Of course, this place was called the Divine Realm.

Just as he was thinking, a young man appeared not far away.

The young man was wearing a tunic, a fur-lined coat, breeches, and a hat that was a little too big so he had to raise his hand to adjust it from time to time.

It can be seen that he is trying hard to dress himself up as a decent person living in the city.

But his shabby clothes, ill-fitting hat and rough skin all showed that his living conditions were not good.

The street became narrower and narrower, and gradually there were no pedestrians around, and a fog came out from nowhere.

Matthew licked his lips nervously, took out the worn pocket watch hanging around his neck and took a look at it.

Right nearby!

"I hope the records in the book are correct. If this opportunity does not bring me enough supplies, my mother, sister and I will have to move to the suburbs and our lives will become even more difficult."

'Not to mention my sister and I's school life.'

'but……'

'Is there really anything I want here?'

He was nervous and subconsciously touched the thing in his arms. He felt his heart burning, so he gritted his teeth and continued walking forward.

"young people."

The fog in front of me quietly dissipated at some point, and a middle-aged man in a robe, a top hat, and a cane appeared in front of me.

Unlike Matthew.

The middle-aged man has an innate nobility, and the clothes he wears are just an embellishment.

"It's getting late, you should go back."

"Who are you?" Matthew subconsciously tensed his body, glanced around, and asked cautiously:

"My house is just ahead."

"It's a dead end ahead."

“…”

Matthew gritted his teeth:

"Just climb over the wall."

“Heh…” Karl chuckled and shook his head, “Not everyone can go to the market.”

market?

Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Are you going to the market too?"

"Yes." Carl nodded: "Although you have practiced breathing techniques, you are not even a knight. Going into the market will only lead to your death."

"Young man, you should go back."

"I..." Matthew gritted his teeth and struggled:

"I want to go in and change money!"

"Exchange money?" Carl shook his head. "The currency at the market is not the few pitiful God's Grace coins in your pocket, and other things, well..."

"What's this?"

He waved his hand gently, and a small cloth bag in Matthew's arms and a worn pocket watch hanging on his body flew out and fell into Carl's hands.

"you!"

Matthew was startled, but didn't dare to move.

The two were several meters apart, and the other person just waved his hand, and the things on his body flew over.

He had never seen or even heard of such a method, and he knew very well what the outcome would be if he used it.

"First-level Fire Li Flower Seed."

After opening the cloth bag and looking at the seeds inside, Karl nodded slightly and threw a purse over: "Young man, go back."

"Until you are strong enough, it is better not to touch some things."

After saying this, he turned and walked into the mist and disappeared.

Matthew was stunned for a moment before picking up the purse on the ground. After opening it, his face showed ecstasy. He subconsciously looked around to make sure that no one was around, then quickly put the purse into his arms, turned around and ran back the way he came.

His purpose is just for money.

Even if the goal is achieved, it doesn’t matter whether you enter the market or not.

(End of this chapter)