Wizard, I have a different world

"The predecessor of this base was an abandoned mine, and later it was used as a place for the temple to train priests and knights."

"The evil god's arm should be on the third floor underground."

"Although the Creator's followers have transformed the environment here, there are only a few places where research can be done."

As an old man in the base, Fran knows the base much better than others.

Even if the place where the evil god's arm is placed is very secret, he can guess it.

"It should be nearby."

Looking at the smooth, seamless metal wall in front of him, the old priest looked puzzled, but still said:

"It can't be wrong!"

"Yeah."

Carl took a step forward and lightly pressed his hand against the wall. The invisible shock force spread to the surroundings through the palm power.

"Found it!"

"Bang!"

The power of the eighth level of the Holy Demon Transformation burst out, and the metal wall with a thickness of nearly one meter was torn apart.

The whistling cold wind rushed from the crack.

Carl walked into the crack, and what came into view was a high-tech experimental base filled with various machines.

Dozens of researchers in white were busy. When they heard the strange noise, they turned their heads and their expressions changed.

"Who are you..."

"Puff!"

Carl waved his hand lightly, and the oncoming researchers were blown away by an invisible force. Their bones were broken in mid-air, and they fell to the ground and became a pool of meat paste. They were deader than dead.

"Aiding the evil!"

"Deserve to be killed!"

The pale white fighting spirit flowed out of Carl's body like a flexible tentacle, and pounced on the people in the field.

In an instant.

All the existences touched by the white fighting spirit lost their vitality.

The researchers turned into a pool of thick water, the machine made a crackling sound, and the internal parts were destroyed.

"Ah!"

"No!"

"Mercy..."

A researcher in loose clothes knelt on the ground with a plop, begging for mercy loudly:

"I know the latest research success, how to cultivate blasphemous beasts, and I also have my own analysis model for the evil god's arm. Please don't kill me, my knowledge and experience will be useful to you."

Carl's hand movement paused slightly, and then fell again.

"No need!"

Perhaps the Creator's genetic technology has its unique features, but it is definitely not something that ordinary people can fully master.

What's more...

This world has no foundation for genetic technology, and learning in a holistic way cannot cultivate real talents.

On the contrary.

Whether it is the blood witchcraft of the wizard world or the three-plate skills of the great wizard world, they have extremely long and relatively complete inheritances, and have their own unique methods for analyzing the evil god's arm. Even without genetic technology, he can control it.

What's more, the researchers who died in Carl's hands, their memories and experiences are stored in the fragments of the divine domain and can be retrieved at any time, even if they are used, they will not cause any trouble.

"Puff!"

"Puff puff..."

In a short moment.

Dozens of researchers and some mechanical guards in the research base were slaughtered by Carl.

The cruelty and cleanness of the means made the old priest change color, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Such cruelty, and blasphemy of blood, in the future...

Can the temple really be rectified?

"These people use babies as experiments and ignore other people's lives. They have long lost their qualifications as human beings."

Looking at the old priest, Carl said slowly:

"Once the technology they master is spread, it is unknown how much bloodshed it will cause. Naturally, no one can be left alive."

"Found it!"

In the middle of the experimental base, there is a huge glass culture dish with dark green liquid in it.

And in the liquid, a severed hand is quietly suspended.

The arm is six or seven meters long and extremely huge, but the first impression it gives is extremely beautiful.

That's right!

It's beautiful.

White, smooth skin, slender, well-shaped fingers, every part is perfect and fascinating.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine how beautiful and breathtaking its owner must be.

"Don't look at it too much!"

Carl stretched out his hand to block the old priest's sight, and said in a serious voice:

"This thing has the power to seduce people. Although it is just unconsciously leaked, it has the foundation of the fourth level. Once you look at it for too long, it is easy to be influenced by it and worship it as a god."

"Evil thing!" The old priest trembled, and a layer of cold snort appeared on his back:

"Demon!"

"It is said that the Pale Wing was once an archangel serving the Moon Goddess, with a pure heart." Carl glanced at him:

"Don't be nervous, it is completely dead after all, and the researcher here is fine."

As he said, he raised his hand to ignite a flame.

"Bang!"

The glassware broke.

"Bang!"

The huge evil god's arm fell heavily to the ground, and his fingers trembled. For a moment, he seemed to be alive.

The old priest stepped back again and again, turned around and dared not look, and said:

"Mr. Connie, are you sure you can resist the temptation of the evil god? We don't need to use it to reorganize the temple."

"Fran." Carl walked to the arm, his eyes flickering:

"What do you say we believe in?"

"The goddess?"

"Or the goddess's teachings?"

"If one day, the goddess goes against what she once said, what should we do?"

The old priest's face changed.

"You don't have to answer." Carl reached out and pressed on the evil god's arm:

"The Moon Goddess may have fallen, or may not have, but Her guidance has always been there. She left the corpse of the evil god to the temple. Why can't this corpse contain Her guidance?"

"I can accept the bloodline without being tempted by the evil god. Maybe it is really God's instruction, don't you think?"

The old priest's eyes lit up.

It must be said that Carl's words are very convincing. Of course, there are also spiritual secrets that influence people's hearts.

Source +413

Carl frowned.

Why is it so little?

More than 400 source essences are the richness he has never received at one time, but it is far less than he expected.

A drop of blood from the Moon Goddess has more than 300 source essences, and one arm of the evil god has only more than 400?

More than 4,000 is not a lot!

Pinching the evil god's arm, it was soft and fleshless, like a membrane filled with air.

The flesh and blood inside had long been used to refine blasphemous potions.

Could it be...

Because of this reason?

"Bang!"

Before he could figure out the problem, a loud noise came from behind, and two huge breaths fell.

Level 3!

The second elder and the Creator's superior followers all rushed over.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

The second elder looked directly at Carl, his face muscles twitching:

"It's a bit quick-witted to transfer us away from here so that you can sneak in, but what's the problem?"

"Where can you escape now?"

The base has various monitoring equipment. When Carl and others appeared, they knew they were tricked.

This time they rushed here and just blocked people in the laboratory.

Scanning the whole scene.

The death of all the researchers means that years of hard work have been in vain, and the second elder is naturally furious.

"Escape?" Carl turned around and looked directly at the two people, while reaching out to put the evil god's arm into the space equipment.

He didn't dare to put it in the fragment of the divine domain. If the fragments were rejected and the arm was directly destroyed, it would be troublesome.

"Do you know why I came here?"

"Why?" The second elder frowned, subconsciously feeling something was wrong.

"Of course it's for the evil god's arm." Carl smiled faintly:

"You came very quickly, but unfortunately you were still a step late."

"Humph!"

The second elder snorted coldly:

"You think you can escape? There is a dimensional sealing technique here. It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out."

"As long as I capture you, can you take the evil god's arm away?"

"Capture me?" Carl shook his head and his body slowly floated up:

"Why not..."

"Let me kill you!"

Source points!

Physique 73-Physique 93

Level 3 late stage!