Even with the treatment of witchcraft and potions, Jenny's body could no longer hold on and she closed her eyes forever.

Her funeral was simple.

Only a few descendants of old friends were invited to attend.

The coffin was covered with a white velvet shroud and buried in an open lawn behind the manor.

Bishop Louis, who was the incarnation of the angel Remuel, read the eulogy and prayed for Jenny, and everyone completed the final farewell ceremony together.

Because of faith.

Therefore, people in the Eastern Kingdom believe that they will go to the kingdom of God or heaven after death, and they do not have too much fear of death. Even at funerals, they will talk about the interesting things that happened to the deceased during his lifetime, and there will be no shortage of laughter.

die,

In the minds of believers, it means that atonement has been completed and liberation has been obtained, so there is no need to be sad.

"Your friend is not religious."

Remire closed the scripture and walked aside with Carl: "She doesn't have a faithful faith, so there is no way she can go to heaven. The same is true for calling me here."

"I just asked casually, I didn't expect you to really come." Karl put down a bouquet of flowers: "It doesn't matter."

"I came into this world with nothing, and I will leave with nothing. This is perfect. As for faith..."

"She used to have that."

"Decades ago, a strange sorcery was circulated in the National Opera House, which could steal someone else's voice and make it your own." Remire hesitated for a moment and continued, "At that time, several talented performers had problems with their voices. Later, the clergy investigated and the people who performed the sorcery were sentenced to death."

"Your friend's revenge has been achieved."

"Really?" Karl said expressionlessly, "It's a pity... things that are lost will never come back. Thank you for what you did today. I owe you a favor."

"Just in time." Remire said, "I'm going to the front line. I heard that you wizards have some interesting things. Can you sell me some?"

Hmm? "Heh..." Carl chuckled, "No wonder you're willing to come here. It seems that even the followers of the gods have their own selfish motives."

"But even an angel like you who is not good at fighting has to go to the battlefield. It seems that the situation is not good!"

"Although I am not good at fighting, I am very fast and an excellent messenger." Remire was a little unhappy:

"The scorching sun will eventually set, and we will not lose."

Carl smiled but said nothing. He was not interested in the battle between the gods at all, but he still gave them a few magic items.

* * * Another world.

City of Death.

Thanks to the hard work of several magical followers, this place has become more and more prosperous, and the population has exceeded one million.

Agriculture, animal husbandry and commerce are prosperous.

In order to expand their faith, believers will receive the protection of the gods. From this point of view, the lives of ordinary people will be much better than before.

Maybe future development will be restricted, but daily life can be guaranteed.

after all.

Believers are the food of gods. Only by letting them eat and drink well can we harvest pure faith.

Meivia sat in the city lord's seat, closed his eyes and listened to the reports given by his subordinates.

"City Lord."

"Now the people in the city only recognize a few gods and followers, and they don't care much about your words."

"Hmph!" Meivia snorted:

"They will listen to whoever can give them a good life. This is normal. I don't care what ordinary people think."

"As long as the gods and their followers can reach a cooperation with me!"

"Yes." The subordinate replied, and at the same time, he thought about whether he also believed in a god.

After all, it is said that as long as one is faithful in faith, one can go to the kingdom of God after death and enjoy endless wealth and glory forever.

"Still no movement from the volcano?"

"No."

"Karl..." Meivia's face darkened:

"It's been almost ten years. What on earth have you been doing?"

According to her plan, she should have started it a few years ago, but Carl was slow to act.

Now,

The barrier of the Moon Goddess is getting weaker and weaker. It can already accommodate the power of the late second stage, and her plan is becoming more and more difficult to implement.

In another ten or twenty years, when she can accommodate the power of the third level, she will have to bow down before the higher-level relatives.

"As I recall, Black Dragon has been looking for an opportunity to seek revenge on Carl?"

"yes."

"Then here comes the opportunity."

…………

Name: Carl

Physical fitness: 45.3 Mental strength: 33 Essence: 0 Level: Second-order Holy Knight, Second-ring Wizard

Abyssal bloodline fusion degree: 65% "Huh..."

The bottom of the volcano palace.

Carl slowly opened his eyes, stretched his muscles casually, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"good!"

"The sixth level of Holy Demon Transformation is already strong enough to fight against the third level. Now that I have entered the seventh level, I am no longer at the bottom of the third level. My current strength should be similar to that of most of the upper-level followers."

"It was the right decision to stay in seclusion for so many years!"

Over the years, he relied on the vitality brought by the three-ring witchcraft life source to transform the Holy Demon to the seventh level.

His strength has steadily entered the third level.

At the same time, he modified the secret society's fire meditation method and constructed several powerful fire magic.

By the way, he could refine the Soul Centipede again and make it his own killer weapon.

Of course.

Both physical fitness and mental strength have been improved to a certain extent, but the progress is slow without source essence.

"I'm afraid Meivia is getting impatient."

Looking at the thick stack of letters, Karl shook his head slightly:

"But I was injured before. No matter how urgent it is, you have to wait until I recover."

With a flick of his long sleeves, a flame wrapped around the letter beside him, burning it to ashes, but without causing any change to the table top.

This method of finely controlling flames naturally comes from the fire witchcraft of the secret society.

Fire Control! An extremely simple zero-ring magic, but created by the secret society, it has many subtle changes.

Thunder Wings!

With a flash of lightning, Carl rushed out of the volcano, looked at the direction, and rushed towards the City of Death.

Just after he flew a short distance, his figure suddenly stopped, and he was about to return the same way in a flash.

But his eyes flickered and he stopped.

"call……"

A strong wind suddenly blew up in front of me.

The black wind was like a huge curtain, blocking out the sun and sealing off the surroundings.

A three-headed dragon, one black and two white, appeared in front of Carl.

Black dragon!

It’s not just the City of Death that’s been developing over the years.

Apart from Meivia and the others, the largest force nearby is the city protected by the dragon and the water god's followers.

The Black Dragon has never forgotten to seek revenge on Carl, but it is naturally suppressed by the Volcano Palace, and its other followers would seek death if they met Carl.

"Ha ha……"

The black dragon laughed loudly towards the sky:

"Karl, you finally came out of that turtle shell."

"You are very patient." Carl shook his head: "Why bother!"

"I couldn't take you down at first because the laws of the world were too oppressive. Now I want to see where you can escape to." The black dragon's eyes widened: "Children!"

"Tear him apart for me!"

This place is not far from the City of Death, so the battle must be resolved quickly. Black Dragon is not in the mood to joke and directly orders the attack.

(End of this chapter)