"Haha..."
"Dead!"
"He finally died at my hands!"
"Mother, my husband, did you see? I avenged you!"
Amidst the rubble, Duke Ferdinand’s massive corpse toppled to the ground, while i Weiya laughed maniacally.
Olanna knelt nearby, crying her heart out, tears streaming down her face.
Though Ferdinand was dead, i Weiya was also gravely injured, with little ti left.
Especially now, as her excitent caused her wounds to bleed profusely, her life force rapidly declining.
She might soon et her end.
"Carl."
"I am here."
At the sound of his na, Carl glanced up:
"What does Your Highness command?"
"Thanks to your help, our agreent is fulfilled." i Weiya removed the pouch from Ferdinand’s waist and tossed over a few items:
"As agreed, they are yours."
Carl’s gaze fell upon the spindle on the ground.
"The Fate Goddess’s Spindle is a Sixth Tier Divine Artifact, it can’t possibly be the real thing." i Weiya remained impassive:
"Moreover, its power is depleted, if you want it... take it."
"However, the Shadow God Skin and Dark Night go to Olanna."
That was agreed upon beforehand.
The corpse belonged to i Weiya, the other items were split between Carl and Olanna.
The pouch was also a Divine Artifact, certainly containing many things, and counted as such, equating to each getting two Divine Artifacts.
Additionally, there were so extra agreed-upon items.
"Agreed." Carl nodded, reaching to grab the Fate Spindle on the ground, casting one last glance at the two won.
With a flash of lightning, his figure vanished.
"We must leave!"
Watching Carl’s figure recede, i Weiya’s voice grew grave:
"Take the corpse and leave here, I can’t hold on much longer, and if he returns, you can’t match him."
"...Understood." Olanna replied.
Though she trusted Carl’s character, such matters involved life and death, no caution was excessive.
Moreover, the two won had four Divine Artifacts, one heavily injured, and one dying; who could guarantee Carl wouldn’t be tempted?
"Hundreds of years ago, when the Heavenly Spheres aligned, beings from other worlds ca through void passages to ours."
"Your father was one of those outsiders..."
i Weiya lay on Olanna’s back, eyes dazed, muttering:
"He was handso, strong, attracting many won of Demigod Bloodline, myself included."
"..."
"The Three Disks Skill ca from an entity known as the ’Great Witch’ in the Otherworld, and I learned the first part from your father, also refining his Green-eyed Spirit Fox Bloodline, which is how I reached Third Tier even under worldly constraint."
"Ferdinand always coveted this technique, and used to get close to him, but when discovered, he captured your father, forcing him to divulge the Secret Technique..."
"Your father and my mother both died at Ferdinand’s hands, and if he knew I had the technique, I’d fear for my life too."
Her murmurs grew weak, her body colder.
"Mother!" Olanna looked tearfully on:
"Don’t speak, let’s find a place to heal."
"No need to waste the effort." i Weiya shook her head lightly, facing death with no fear:
"I should go find your father now, and my mother, rember the place I told you about."
"From there, you can go to the world your father ca from, take our ashes there when the ti cos."
"He always wanted to go back and see."
"Rember, be sure to refine both mine and Ferdinand’s bloodlines, and use the Secret Technique recorded in the Three Disks Skill to ignite the God of Death Sleep’s Divine Fire, that’s what Ferdinand always wanted but failed to do."
"Once you have the Divine Fire, a Demigod has the chance to beco Divine..."
"Mother!" Olanna turned back with urgency, her voice rising:
"Mother!"
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*
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"Swish!"
Carl’s figure appeared where the two won departed, gazing at the empty ground and shaking his head in resignation.
"A lack of trust indeed..."
"But it’s understandable."
Four Divine Artifacts, top-tier Secret Techniques, who wouldn’t be tempted?
He was no exception.
But Carl didn’t plan to seize them by force, instead intending to ask Olanna if she was willing to trade.
He had no shortage of good things, too.
What a pity.
i Weiya was prepared for him, the lingering aura mixed and indistinct, not a trace of them could be found.
"Never mind!"
"I still gained plenty, and..."
"An unexpected surprise!"
Tossing the pouch in his hand, Carl’s eyes showed a hint of joy, and he couldn’t help but smile.
......
Divine Domain Fragnt.
Carl took stock of his gains.
"The Divine Artifact Void Bag, the powerless Fate Spindle, the Void Bag holds plenty of good stuff."
The Void Bag was a Divine Artifact crafted by the God of Craftsn, its internal space large enough to hold dozens of mountains.
It’s said.
The God of Craftsn’s own Void Skin Bag could fit an entire world.
With such an item, Duke Ferdinand surely carried important things with him, hence Carl claid substantial rewards.
Five Divine Skills!
Sadly, Divine Skills in this world required Divine Blood to learn, rendering them useless to him.
Thirteen Holy Skills.
Sowhat useful, but currently, Carl’s cultivated Holy Demon Transformation and Myriad Buddha Hands were top-tier Holy Skills, and the newly acquired skills weren’t worth significant effort to learn.
But they could serve as a reference, adding to his martial foundation.
"Food?"
Sufficient to feed hundreds of thousands for a year, piled like a pointed mountain in the Void Bag, extrely conspicuous.
No!
It was indeed a mountain of food.
"This world previously lacked food; these things are valuable, but what use are they to ?"
Shaking his head, Carl continued searching for useful items.
Great Divine Grace: seventy-three pieces.
Transformation Source: 7.3.
Various books, weapons, armor, artworks, gems, pearls, curios...
Duke Ferdinand, ruling the Duke Territory for centuries, found many treasures during the Divine War.
Besides mundane gold and jewels, there were Second to Third Tier curios, and various Magic Plants.
"Hmm?"
A piece resembling a spear tip caught Carl’s attention.
Ferdinand had hidden this in a nondescript corner of the Void Skin Bag, yet specifically erected an altar-like structure, as if simultaneously respecting and fearing it.
"Is that..."
"A spearhead?"
It was indeed a spearhead, but incomplete, part of a whole spearhead.
Rusted with a trace of dark blood stain on it.
"Hmm?"
Holding the spearhead, Carl’s eyes twitched, sensing sothing unbelievable, instinctively touching the bloodstain.
In an instant.
Terrifying, vast, potent energy erupted from his fingertips, the Divine Domain Fragnt quaked like an earthquake.
Source Material!
A massive surge of Source Material roared in.
Source Material 377!
Carl’s eyes widened, breath halted, even the absolute logic of the Divine Domain Fragnt couldn’t prevent instant disorientation.
Just an inconspicuous trace of blood, not even a stain, held so much Source Material.
Rivaled powerful Demigods.
This...
"Whose blood is it?"
Carl had suspicions but found it hard to believe.
"God Slaying Spear?"
"Moon Goddess’s blood?"
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