Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 536 - 43: Strength

Several years later.

Even with the nourishment of witchcraft and potions, Jenny’s body could no longer endure, and she forever closed her eyes.

Her funeral was simple.

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

The white velvet coffin cover concealed the coffin, and it was buried in an empty meadow at the back of the estate.

Bishop Louis, in the incarnation of Angel Remiller, recited the eulogy, prayed for Jenny, and everyone completed the final farewell ceremony together.

Because of faith.

The people of the Eastern Kingdom Continent believe they will go to the Divine Realm, the heaven after death, so they do not fear death much. Even funerals often discuss the fun events in the deceased’s life, accompanied by laughter.

Death,

In the hearts of the believers, represents redemption and liberation, and thus there is no need for sorrow.

"Your friend is not a believer."

Remiller closed the book of scriptures and walked aside with Carl:

"She also had no loyal faith, so there is no way for her to ascend to the heaven. Calling me here was futile."

"I only casually asked, I didn’t expect you to really come." Carl laid a bouquet of flowers down:

"No matter."

"To come into the world with nothing and leave empty-handed, that is perfect. As for faith..."

"She once had it."

"Decades ago, a bizarre evil magic circulated in the National Opera House, which could steal one’s voice and make it their own." Remiller hesitated before continuing:

"At the time, several talented performers suffered issues with their voices. Later, clergy investigated and the perpetrators of the evil magic were executed."

"Your friend’s revenge was taken."

"Is that so?" Carl’s expression was indifferent:

"Too bad... what’s lost will never return. Thank you for today; I owe you a favor."

"Just right." Remiller spoke:

"I’m going to the front line, and I’ve heard you wizards have some interesting things. Could you sell me some?"

Hmm?

"Ha..." Carl chuckled:

"No wonder you’re willing to come over. It seems even the Divine’s Favored have their personal desires."

"But even someone like you, who isn’t proficient in combat, is heading to the battlefield, which implies the situation doesn’t look good!"

"I may not be skilled in combat, but my speed is fast; I’m an excellent messenger." Remiller was a bit displeased:

"Even the sun will set one day, we will not lose."

Carl smiled without speaking; he had no interest in the battles of the Gods, but he still handed over a few demonized items to the other party.

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Otherworld.

City of Death.

Under the diligent efforts of several Divine’s Favored, this place has become increasingly prosperous, and the population has surpassed one million.

Agriculture, livestock, and commerce are thriving.

To expand faith, believers receive the protection of the Divine, making ordinary people’s lives much better than before in this aspect.

Perhaps future development may be limited, but daily life can be guaranteed.

After all.

Believers are the Divine’s nourishment; only by ensuring they eat and drink well can pure faith be harvested.

Mei Weiya sat in the City Lord’s seat, eyes closed, listening to the reports from subordinates.

"City Lord."

"Residents inside the city now recognize only a few Divine’s Favored; as for your words... they are not very concerned anymore."

"Hmph!" Mei Weiya snorted softly:

"Whoever can offer them a good life is the one they’ll listen to, it’s normal. I don’t care about ordinary people’s opinions."

"As long as the Divine’s Favored cooperate with me, it’s fine!"

"Yes." The subordinate responded, while pondering whether to believe in one of the Divine as well.

For it is said that as long as the faith is loyal, one can ascend to the Divine Realm after death, forever enjoying endless prosperity.

"Still no news from the volcano?"

"None."

"Carl..." Mei Weiya’s face turned slightly solemn:

"It’s been nearly ten years, what exactly are you doing?"

According to her plan, action should have been taken years ago, but Carl has yet to move.

Now,

The barrier of the Moon Goddess is getting weaker, and it can already accommodate the power of the Second Tier Late Stage; her plan becomes harder to execute.

In another ten to twenty years, when power accommodating Third Tier is possible, she would have to bend down before the upper-level vassals.

After all, she is only at the Second Tier Peak cultivation.

"I remember the Black Dragon has been seeking a chance to take revenge on Carl?"

"Yes."

"Then, the chance has come."

......

Name: Carl

Constitution: 45.3

Spiritual Power: 33

Source Material: 0

Level: Second Tier Holy Knight, Second Ring Wizard

Abyss Bloodline Fusion: 65%

"Phew..."

At the bottom of Volcano Palace.

Carl slowly opened his eyes, casually stretching his bones, a gratifying smile appearing on his face.

"Not bad!"

"Holy Demon Transformation Sixth Layer can already withstand the Third Tier; entry to the Seventh Layer means not being at the bottom in the Third Tier. Now, my strength should be comparable to most upper-level vassals."

"Choosing to retreat for so many years was the right decision!"

These years, relying on the life force brought by Third Ring Witchcraft Life Source, he pushed Holy Demon Transformation to the Seventh Layer.

His power firmly stepped into the Third Tier.

Meanwhile, he modified his cultivation to the Secret Cultivation Association’s Flame Meditation Method and constructed several powerful Fire Magic witchcrafts.

By the way, he re-refined the soul centipede, making it his trump card.

As expected.

Constitution and Spiritual Power both increased to a certain extent, but progress was slow without Source Material.

"Mei Weiya must be getting impatient."

Looking at a thick stack of letters, Carl gently shook his head:

"Previously, I was injured, no matter how urgent matters were, I had to wait until my body was adjusted."

With a light wave of his long sleeve, a flame rolled around the letters beside him, turning them to ashes without affecting the desk at all.

Such precise control over the fiery flame naturally comes from the Secret Cultivation Association’s Flame Witchcraft.

Fire Control Technique!

An extremely simple Zero Ring witchcraft, but extraordinarily intricate when from the hands of the Secret Cultivation Association.

Thunder Wings!

Lightning flickered, Carl darted out of the volcano, glanced at the location, heading towards the direction of the City of Death.

Not far into the flight, his figure suddenly froze, and in the blink of an eye, he prepared to return the same way.

But his eyes flickered, and he paused his action again.

"Phew..."

A gale suddenly rose before him.

The black wind was like a giant curtain, obscuring the sky and further sealing everything around.

Three Dragon Calamity followers, one black and two white, appeared before Carl.

Black Dragon!

These years, not only the City of Death was developing.

Apart from Mei Weiya’s group, the largest nearby forces are the cities sheltered by Dragon Calamity and Water God’s followers.

And the Black Dragon never forgot the revenge against Carl, though it was naturally suppressed by the Volcano Palace; other followers encountering Carl meant certain death.

"Ha ha..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The Black Dragon laughed up to the sky:

"Carl, you finally crawled out of that turtle shell."

"You sure have patience." Carl shook his head:

"Why bother!"

"Back then, I couldn’t take you down because the world’s laws suppressed me too much. Now, where will you run?" The Black Dragon’s eyes widened:

"Children!"

"Rip him apart for me!"

Here, being close to the City of Death means a quick decisive battle is necessary, and the Black Dragon had no mood for jokes, directly calling for action.