"The base was originally an abandoned mine, later used by the Holy Hall to train reserve priests and knights."
"The Evil God’s Arm should be on the third underground floor."
"Although the creator’s followers have altered the environnt here, there are only a few places suitable for research."
As an elder of the base, Fran’s understanding far surpassed others.
Even though the place housing the Evil God’s Arm was extrely hidden, he could still guess approximately where it was.
"It should be nearby."
Staring at the smooth, seamless tal wall in front of them, the old priest looked puzzled but said:
"There’s no mistake!"
"Hmm."
Carl stepped forward and lightly placed one hand on the wall. An invisible vibration extended outward through his palm.
"Found it!"
"Bang!"
The power of the Eighth Layer Holy Demon Transformation erupted violently, tearing a nearly one-ter-thick tal wall apart.
A gust of cold wind rushed in from the crack.
Carl stepped into the opening and was greeted by a high-tech laboratory filled with machines.
Dozens of researchers in white coats were working busily. Upon hearing the commotion, they turned their heads with changed expressions.
"Who are you..."
"Puff!"
Carl waved his hand gently, and the approaching researcher was struck by an invisible force, sent flying, with every bone in his body shattered in mid-air, landing as a ss of flesh, dead beyond dead.
"Accomplices to evil!"
"Deserve to die!"
Pale battle aura flowed like tentacles from Carl’s body, sweeping toward everyone present.
In an instant.
Any being touched by the white battle aura lost their vitality.
The researchers turned into puddles of thick liquid, and the machines crackled as their internal components were destroyed.
"Ah!"
"No!"
"Spare ..."
A large-cloaked researcher dropped to his knees with a thud, pleading loudly:
"I know the latest successful research, know how to cultivate the Desecration Abnormal Beasts, and have my own analysis model on the Evil God’s Arm. Please don’t kill ; my knowledge and experience are valuable to you."
Carl’s hand paused slightly, then fell once again.
"No need!"
Even though the creator’s genetic techniques have unique aspects, they are not sothing ordinary people can fully grasp.
Moreover...
This world has no foundational knowledge in genetic techniques, so hasty learning cannot nurture real talent.
On the other hand.
Be it the bloodline magic from the Wizard World or the Three Disks Skill from the Great Witch World, both have extrely long and relatively complete heritages, offering their own unique thods for analyzing the Evil God’s Arm, even without genetic techniques.
Furthermore, the mories and experiences of the researchers who died at Carl’s hand are stored in the Divine Domain Fragnt, ready to be extracted anyti. Even if useful, they will not hinder.
"Puff!"
"Puff puff..."
In just a brief mont.
Dozens of researchers and a few chanical guards in the research base were slaughtered by Carl.
The extre cruelty and efficiency even changed the old priest’s expression, a tint of dread appearing in his eyes.
Carl had evolved his ruthless thods, mingled with the bloodline of desecration; in the future...
Can the Holy Hall truly be rectified?
"These people experinted on infants, disregarding human lives, unworthy of being human long ago."
Glancing at the old priest, Carl spoke slowly:
"If the technology they mastered spreads, who knows what mass killings it would lead to, thus, cannot leave any survivors."
"Found it!"
In the center of the experintal base was a huge glass tank, filled with dark green liquid.
Within the liquid, a severed hand floated silently.
The arm was six to seven ters long, incredibly huge, yet the initial impression was of extre beauty.
Indeed!
Beautiful.
Pristine, smooth skin with slender, well-ford fingers, every part immaculate, so captivating.
Just looking at it evokes thoughts of how beautiful its owner must have been, heart-stirring.
"Don’t look too much!"
Carl raised his hand, blocking the old priest’s sight, his voice solemn:
"This thing has the power to charm one’s mind, released unconsciously, but bearing Fourth Tier potential, prolonged viewing can easily make one worship it as a god."
"Evil!" The old priest shivered, breaking into a cold sweat:
"Demon!"
"The Pale Wings, rumored to have once served the Moon Goddess as a Great Angel, had a pure heart," Carl glanced at him:
"No need to worry; after all, it truly is dead. Look, even the researchers here were unhard."
Saying so, he lifted a hand to unleash a fla.
"Bang!"
The glass tank shattered.
"Thunk!"
The enormous Evil God’s Arm landed heavily, its fingers twitched, seeming alive for a mont.
The old priest backed away rapidly, not daring to look, muttering:
"Mr. Conni, are you confident in resisting the Evil God’s temptation? We don’t need to rely on it to rectify the Holy Hall."
"Fran." Carl walked to the arm, eyes flickering:
"What do we truly believe in?"
"The Goddess?"
"Or the Goddess’s teachings?"
"If one day, the Goddess defies Her own words, what would we do?"
The old priest’s expression changed.
"No need for you to answer," Carl reached out, pressing on the Evil God’s Arm:
"The Moon Goddess may have perished, or maybe not, but Her guidance remains. Since She left the Evil God’s body to the Holy Hall, why is it impossible that sothing lies hidden within this body as Her guidance?"
"I can resist the Evil God’s temptation and accept its bloodline, perhaps it is truly Divine guidance, do you agree?"
The old priest’s eyes brightened.
Indeed, Carl’s words were convincing, surely aided by the influence of spiritual secret techniques.
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Carl frowned.
Why so little?
Over four hundred Source Material, while ample for him, fell well below his expectations.
A single drop of the Moon Goddess’s blood bore over three hundred Source Material, yet an entire arm of the Evil God only four hundred?
Four thousand would still be considered scant!
Touching the Evil God’s Arm, as soft as an air-filled mbrane with no flesh inside.
The flesh and blood were long used for forging the Desecration Potion.
Could it be...
Because of that?
"Bang!"
Before he could figure out the answer, a loud crash ca from behind, and two powerful auras descended.
Third Tier!
The Second Elder and the creator’s upper-level vassal arrived simultaneously.
"Wonderful!"
"Truly wonderful!"
The Second Elder glared at Carl, his face twitching:
"You diverted us, sneaking in cleverly, yet what does it matter?"
"Where do you think you can escape now?"
The base had multiple surveillance systems, and they knew they were tricked upon Carl’s appearance.
Rushing here, they managed to block them in the laboratory.
Scanning the scene.
All researchers dead, equating to wasted years of effort, the Second Elder was naturally fuming.
"Escape?" Carl turned, facing the two of them, while drawing the Evil God’s Arm into his spatial gear.
He dared not place it in the Divine Domain Fragnt, lest it rejected and destroyed the arm.
"Do you know why I ca here?"
"Why?" The Second Elder furrowed his brows, instincts sensing sothing off.
"Naturally, for the Evil God’s Arm," Carl smiled lightly:
"You arrived promptly yet regrettably too late."
"Hmph!"
The Second Elder snorted coldly:
"Do you think you can escape? The dinsional restriction technology here makes entering easy but leaving impossible."
"As long as we capture you, can you take the Evil God’s Arm?"
"Capture ?" Carl shook his head, his body slowly floating:
"Rather..."
"Let kill you!"
Source Material allocation!
Constitution 73—Constitution 93
Third Tier Late Stage!
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