The White Dove flapped its wings, soaring between heaven and earth, as all beings and creatures flashed past its eyes with incredible speed.
In the next instant.
Space stood still.
The White Dove transford back into Remiller's figure, lightly touching the ground with bare feet, appearing within Carl's laboratory.
"This is not a place you can enter freely."
Carl was observing a few drops of wriggling blood. Noticing sothing amiss, he turned around and shook his head helplessly:
"Please notify next ti before you co."
"Carl."
Remiller's expression was serious:
"Is it your doing?"
"What?"
"Child of Destruction!"
?
Carl shrugged:
"I don't understand what you an."
"Every ti you appear, calamities follow." Remiller's face darkened:
"The Gods fell because of you, the birth of the Bloodline was also due to you, and now there's the Child of Destruction..."
"It has nothing to do with ." Carl hurriedly waved his hand:
"When I handed over the God Slaying Spear to you, I already warned that it was extrely dangerous."
"Especially towards the Divine!"
"I just brought an item here, whatever result it leads to, is your own affair."
"..." Remiller tightened her hands, took a deep breath, and asked:
"Where is the Child of Destruction?"
"Not with ." Carl replied:
"I can't break the Gods' Curse or isolate Divine Power perception, just as it's beyond what I can achieve."
"Carl, my friend." Remiller sighed, playing the emotional card:
"The Child of Destruction must die, otherwise this world will be destroyed by his existence."
"You should be very clear about the consequences!"
"That's a good question." Carl smiled:
"Killing one to save countless, but if that person is innocent, would you strike, being an Angel?"
"Remiller!"
"You have deep affection for ordinary people in this world, which is fundantally different from the Gods."
Carl had always been observing other strong individuals in this world, the Elders in the Temple of Gods were all working hard for the resurrection of the Gods, yet only Remiller wished to protect human prosperity, lacking motivation for the resurrection.
That,
was indeed different.
"I don't know what you truly desire, but even the Bloodline wouldn't allow the existence of the Child of Destruction." Remiller gave Carl a deep look:
"Goodbye!"
Before her words had settled, the void where she stood twisted and folded, disappearing instantly.
This thod was extrely terrifying.
In the Eastern Kingdom Continent, Remiller could almost travel anywhere freely, and also appear in different places at the sa ti. This is Sixth Tier Peak capability, even Carl couldn't do it.
No!
Not just Carl, only Remiller could accomplish this in this world!
Watching the counterpart leave, Carl gently shook his head, and his gaze penetrated the void, casting it to a certain chaotic area.
There,
a painting quietly hovered.
...
Painting World.
"Wah... wah..."
The crying of a baby continued uninterrupted, leaving the two newly minted parents flustered.
"Why won't it stop crying?"
"Is it hungry?"
"But it can't just keep feeding all the ti, eating too much will cause bloating."
"..."
The two busily attended to the child, murmuring and eventually coaxed the child to sleep, exchanging smiles.
"It's wonderful!"
Monica lay in Blaze's embrace:
"If life could continue like this, wouldn't it be great?"
"We wouldn't mind." Compared to Monica's comfort, Blaze, the father, furrowed his brow:
"What about the children?"
"They must grow up, should be exposed to the outside world, moreover... we can't always be with them."
At least,
he couldn't.
Monica's eyes dimd slightly.
She had initially refused Blaze for this reason, as a longevity naturally isolated the two.
Children...
Their children were rely ordinary, not inheriting the Vampire's abilities or lifespan and would inevitably die.
Unless,
they were turned into Low Tier Vampires belonging to them?
No!
Monica urgently shook her head.
The scene fell silent for a mont.
"Forget it."
Blaze was the first to speak, laughing heartily:
"Let's not talk about unhappiness, as long as our family is together, anywhere can be ho."
"Boom!"
Before his words settled, thunder suddenly roared in the sky, the giant noise even making the surrounding mountains tremble.
"Thunder?"
"How can it thunder here?"
The two suddenly stood up, looking up at the sky.
"Blaze!"
"Monica!"
"Can you hear ?"
A loud voice echoed from the sky, resounding endlessly in the painting world, causing ears to buzz.
"Professor Carl?"
The familiar voice made the two freeze, Blaze asked in surprise:
"Is it really Carl?"
"It's ."
Carl parted the clouds, revealing his face in the painting world, his face in the sky was larger than mountains.
"This painting world is quite strange, three types of forces weave with each other, even I can't unravel it in a short ti."
"Outside, two days have passed since both of you went missing, how long has it been inside?"
Looking at the giant face in the sky, the two were dumbstruck, it took a mont before Monica first regained her composure.
"It's been roughly a year for us."
"A year?"
Carl nodded:
"You have children?"
"I can't see the situation in the painting world, can only hear voices."
"Yes." Blaze smiled:
"A boy and a girl, twins."
"Congratulations!" Carl spoke:
"I'll first adjust the tis to synchronize, before unraveling the seal, enjoy the happiness of being a family of four."
?
"Carl."
Blaze frowned:
"What do you an?"
"Bloodline cannot have children." Carl said, his face slowly receding:
"Your children are called Child of Destruction by people, I'll pass to you so Knights' practice thods."
"Hoping to change fate."
*
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Polar Regions.
A teor streaked across the night sky, plumting into the eternal dark polar night.
Near the landing site, several miles away, researchers conducting polar expeditions withdrew their gaze.
"Professor, a teor has fallen."
"teor?"
An old man with white beard erged from a tent, his breath turning white in the freezing weather:
"How can there be a teor?"
As a top-notch professor in the industry, he inevitably had contact with the Extraordinary World, knowing that material-world teors couldn't possibly fall in this area sealed by the Gods.
"I'll make a call."
Thinking for a mont, he turned back into the tent to get communication equipnt, reporting the situation to the nearby military district.
"Let's go!"
After tidying up, he waved to a few students:
"Drive over and take a look."
"Yes."
The snowfields don't pose much danger, researchers with an exploratory spirit wouldn't miss such an opportunity.
...
Half a month later.
"Professor Carl."
Two n in military uniforms appeared at the academy, presenting a docunt:
"The Federation needs your help."
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