Wizard, I have a different world

"Well..."

Yana opened her eyes with difficulty, and a roof made of simple wooden piles came into view. The familiar scene made her eyes appear dazed.

"When we were young, the people from the church built a place to live. I have never forgotten it."

A soft, gentle voice sounded in my ears:

"They weren't sure whether we could adapt to the bloodline of the Pale Wings, so the living quarters were very simple. Only when we moved to the training ground after we were seven years old did the environment improve."

"You should still remember, right?"

Yana stood up and looked at the woman not far away.

The woman has beautiful long golden hair, delicate facial features, smooth skin, and a pair of sparkling eyes.

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

Beside her, there was a large black sword.

"It's you."

Yana’s eyes were complicated:

"Sister Milia."

Of course she knew the other person. The most famous swordsman among the knights had once blasphemed, but in the end he betrayed the temple.

Now he is ranked fifth on the temple's wanted list.

Black Sword Miria!

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."

Milia tilted her head and smiled. That kind of male-female smile once again put Yana in a trance.

Um?

Why do I drift off so easily?

Her expression condensed, and she subconsciously held the sword beside her.

"Your mood fluctuates greatly, but it has nothing to do with me. It was you who accidentally broke the restriction of the blood in your body."

Milia's tone was calm:

"Now, feel your body carefully."

Yana struggled to get up, and instead of checking her body, she asked:

"How's the Guardian doing?"

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

"He's fine."

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

As he spoke, 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.

Are the guardians okay?

Yana felt relieved after hearing this, and then she focused on herself, her expression suddenly darkened.

She could feel a powerful energy surging and surging in her body. This force was too strong for her body to bear.

She is very weak now.

His limbs were limp and his mood fluctuated violently. Even picking up the sword beside him was very difficult.

But very powerful.

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

"Your current situation is very critical."

Milia spoke seriously:

"The generation of blasphemous knights has serious flaws. Once their bloodline is out of control, they will either die on the spot or turn into a monster. Most sisters cannot escape this ending."

"but……"

"If you can accept the blood in your body, you may have the opportunity to truly control it like me."

Touching the black sword beside her, Milia continued:

"You have great potential. If you survive this, your strength may surpass mine in the future."

"Accept?" Yana's voice was hoarse:

"How to accept it?"

"It's very simple." Milia chuckled:

"The blood in our bodies comes from the Pale Wings of the Evil God, and he is the war angel who betrayed the goddess."

"Accepting and approving 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 Blasphemy Knights, and the blood in our body comes from a traitor." Milia narrowed her eyes:

"and……"

"Do you think the temple is still worthy of our protection?"

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

"Of the dozens of baby girls, not one of them may survive. The Blasphemous Knights are just pawns in their hands, and now they have more useful pawns. We were abandoned by them first."

"No!" Yana shook her head:

"I protect the goddess, not the Templar."

"What's the difference?" Milia shrugged:

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

"What you said is wrong!" Yana still shook her head:

"The guardian represents God's will."

"Yana." Milia sighed:

"I have been in Rapid City during this period. The guardian you talk about may not believe in the goddess."

"Otherwise, why doesn't he go to the church?"

Yana was silent.

Maybe Milia was just guessing, but after following Karl for a long time, she knew that Karl had no devout beliefs.

Not just a goddess.

He is an infidel!

No!

Unlike ordinary unbelievers, who fear the power of God, Karl is not in awe of it.

More like curiosity.

Wondering why God is powerful.

To pry into the secrets of gods is actually considered a kind of blasphemy!

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Fragments of the Divine Realm.

Karl sat on the stone chair.

In front of him, Boken's memory was divided into several parts, which were revealed one by one under the flipping of the tentacles.

The giant squid of the abyss has the innate ability to devour other people's souls, and naturally has the instinct to analyze memories.

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

Milia!

The betrayer of the temple and the owner of the black sword, she has tempted the blasphemous knight to escape from the temple many times.

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

"So..."

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

Relaxed, Carl looked at other memories.

Boken was brought to the temple to be raised when he was a baby. He was a fanatical temple knight.

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

Of course,

There are also some places where it can be used.

"The Holy Temple!"

"The Holy Temple is committed to finding and saving the Moon Goddess. It is a holy place in the hearts of all Paladins who believe in the Goddess."

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

"In Boken's memory, he has seen three elders. The appearance of the three elders has hardly changed over the past few decades. This shows that the elders of the Holy Temple are very likely to be legendary beings, or have other ways to prolong their lives."

"Then does the Holy Temple have second-level life?"

Carl thought about it.

It 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 existence is 500 years.

But if you use some secret methods or other life-extending potions, it is not a problem to live a few hundred more years.

It is not a big problem to survive from the War of the Gods to now.

But the strange thing is.

Whether it is the archdukes or other strong men who survived the War of the Gods, they rarely show up.

This is even more so in recent decades.

It seems that the stronger the strength, the more homely the personality.

This is of course impossible.

‘There must be some kind of restriction in this world that prevents beings above the second level from showing up or taking action easily.’

‘If the second level doesn’t show up, that’s a good thing for me!’

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

This is also what makes Carl special.

He has mastered the Giant Spirit Breathing Method, and this inheritance is secondary. The key is to prove that the goddess has not fallen.

"The Age of the Gods."

"Only the knights of the mortal world can enter the temple for training after strict selection. There are so many temples in the world, and only a few paladins can enter the holy land of the gods every year, and only the top existence in the holy land can obtain the four inheritances."

"Even in the Age of the Gods, there are only a few guardians who practice the giant spirit breathing method around the goddess."

"But..."

"Holy skills!"

"It's almost the same as I guessed. The gods just treat the guardians as their toys and slaves, and will not give them anything too powerful."

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

"What a pity..."

"Very few guardians who enter the arena can survive, so the holy skills have not been spread until..."

"The invasion of the evil gods 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 bestowed various holy skills or divine weapons and armor, which allowed some powerful guardians to even have the ability to kill gods."

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

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

"Even the martial arts that Boken practiced are simplified versions of holy skills. Unfortunately, he doesn't have complete holy skills in his memory."

"Hmm..."

"The temple deacon Lev who was traveling with him seemed to have a holy skill. He is now in the dark market."

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

"Dark market..., interesting!"

Boken's status in the temple is not low. Except for the bishop, he is second only to the nine elders and some deacons.

What he can access and his understanding of this world are far more than Carl.

For example,

The titles and territorial scope of the Grand Dukes.

There is also the Dark Market.

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

These forces hidden in the dark set up the Dark Market to facilitate communication with each other.

And several Grand Dukes acquiesced to the existence of the market.

"Signs, strange objects, slaves, news..."

"These things are all sold in the Dark Market, but I don't know if there are 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."

"Heh..."

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

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The edge of the City of Death.

Carl jumped off the magic carpet.

In front of him was a very simple wooden house, and there was still a remnant of Yana left in the house.

"Gone?"

With the wizard's means, he could feel it as long as Yana appeared nearby.

"Did they also go to the Dark Market?"

The location of the Dark Market is not fixed. I don’t know why it was chosen in the City of Death this time.

Speaking of which,

This is Karl's first time in the City of Death.

The official road, which is large enough to accommodate eight carriages, is filled with pedestrians and vendors, and city guards patrol from time to time.

Entered the city.

The commercial streets are bustling and prosperous, and the residential areas are full of fireworks.

“What a prosperous city!”

Karl sat cross-legged on the magic flying carpet, used witchcraft to hide his figure, and looked around the city.

"pity!"

"When things reach their extremes, they must turn against each other; when they reach their peak, they will eventually decline!"

"The City of Death prospered because almost all the people from all the surrounding cities came here, and this situation is unsustainable."

"The land continues to dry out, food output decreases year by year, Freeport has been destroyed, there is no source of fish, and there is less and less food."

"If anything happens, this prosperous city will be burned to the ground."

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

"Found it!"

In a narrow alley, a faint mist lingers, and a special energy lingers.

"Star realm?"

Karl raised his eyebrows and looked surprised:

"The Dark Market is actually in the star realm?"

This breath is very familiar to him. It is the breath of the astral world that can only be sensed after becoming a formal wizard. Of course, this place is called the divine realm.

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

The young man wore a tunic, a woolen coat, breeches and a hat. The hat was a bit too big, so he had to raise his hands to adjust it from time to time.

It can be seen that

He is trying to present himself as a decent person living in the city.

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

The streets became narrower and narrower, and gradually there were no more pedestrians around, and a mist came out of nowhere.

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

It's nearby!

'I hope the record in the book is correct. If this opportunity does not bring me enough supplies, my mother, sister and I will all have to move to the suburbs, and life will be even more difficult. ’

‘Not to mention my sister’s and my school career. ’

'but……'

‘Is there really what I want here? ’

Feeling uneasy, he subconsciously touched the things in his arms. He felt his heart was hot, gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.

"young people."

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

Unlike Matthew.

The middle-aged man has an innate nobility, and the clothes on his body are more of an embellishment.

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

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

"My house is right in front."

"There is a dead end ahead."

"..."

Matthew gritted his teeth:

"Just climb over the wall."

"Heh..." Karl chuckled, shook his head and said:

"Not everyone can go to the market."

market?

Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Are you also going to the market?"

"Yeah." Karl nodded:

"Although you have practiced the breathing method, you are not even a knight. If you go to the market, you will only die in vain."

"Young man, it's time for you to go back."

"I..." Matthew clenched his teeth and showed struggle:

"I want to go in and change money!"

"Change money?" Karl shook his head:

"The currency in the market is not the few measly grace coins in your pocket, but other things, well..."

"What's this?"

He waved gently, and a small cloth bag in Matthew's arms and an old pocket watch hanging on his body flew out on their own and landed in Karl's hands.

"you!"

Matthew was startled, but did not dare to move.

The two were several meters apart, but the other party just waved, and his belongings flew over.

He had never heard of this method, not to mention seeing it, and he knew exactly what would happen if he tried it.

"First-order fire flower seeds."

Opening the bag and looking at the few seeds inside, Karl nodded slightly and threw a money bag over:

"Young man, go back."

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

With that said, he turned around and walked into the mist, disappearing.

Matthew was stunned for a moment before he picked up the money bag on the ground. After opening it, he looked ecstatic for a moment. He subconsciously looked around to make sure no one was there, then hurriedly put it into his arms, turned around and ran towards the way he came.

His purpose is just money.

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