But he no longer needed to argue.
"Smack"
With a muffled thud, the priest's head instantly exploded, blood splattering everywhere. Everything happened too fast. The headless body stood for a few seconds before falling backward.
Karl lightly flicked the mace in his hand, then turned to look at the other priest, who was already frozen in terror.
"The existence of heresy is original sin."
Chapter 172: She Misunderstood
As the headless body fell, a suffocating smell of blood spread through the air. The priest's legs gave way, he stumbled a few steps, and then fell heavily to the ground, his finger trembling as he pointed at Karl: "It's you! The Headshot Demon!"
"Goddamn Headshot Demon, which brain-dead idiot came up with that nickname." Karl was speechless, and the mace in his hand whistled through the air.
"Bang!" With a dull thud, the priest's head instantly burst open, blood and brains splattering backward in a fan-shaped spray onto the ground.
At this moment, the surrounding crowd finally realized the abnormality here. Screams rose and fell, and people fled in panic.
Karl wasn't interested in these passersby. He swung the mace, which was stained red in one spot. He wasn't a pervert; he also wanted to use a cooler weapon.
But he currently had no skills, just pure Tier 7 + Tier 4 brute force. The mace, which flew with great power, perfectly utilized his main characteristic of immense strength.
"Die, demon!" In the chaos, a small team of over a dozen Church Knights, armed with shields and longswords, rushed out.
The leader of the small team stopped two meters in front of Karl, holding a shield inlaid with a holy emblem, raised high above his head: "God grants me strength…"
His prayer was not yet finished when Karl's figure had already closed in, the mace in his hand creating a sonic boom.
The Church Knight captain clearly hadn't expected this guy to attack before he even finished his buff. He quickly stopped chanting and hastily raised his shield.
"Bang!" With a deafening roar, the mace struck the shield with incredible force, and the immense impact instantly dented the sturdy shield.
Then, this force mercilessly sent the Church Knight captain, along with his shield, flying.
His tall body crashed violently into the church wall behind him like a rag doll, emitting another dull thud. Dust and rubble flew, and it was clear he wouldn't survive.
"Shameless demon!" The Church Knights, witnessing their captain ambushed and killed before even applying his buff, were enraged. They all raised their weapons and surrounded Karl.
Karl curled his lips into a smile. These Knights were all between Tier 3 and Tier 4, undoubtedly elites.
Killing these elite Knights, unlike killing a few Church guards, wasn't something that could be easily suppressed.
As the enraged Knights closed in, the mace in Karl's hand instantly transformed into a long mace, about 1.2 meters long.
The long mace was long and bladeless, with four edges, and extremely heavy. It was a weapon that maximized strength, specializing in countering all flashy sword techniques.
Karl swung the long mace with the flow, smashing it fiercely towards the nearest Church Knight.
Seeing this, the Church Knight quickly raised his longsword to block.
However, Karl's long mace, empowered by his Tier 7+4 strength, was unstoppable. It cleaved down from bottom to top, bending the Church Knight's longsword directly at the point of contact.
The force undiminished, it smashed into his breastplate, and the immense power of the long mace crushed him to death through his armor.
Seeing this, the surrounding Church Knights looked at his strange weapon and instinctively took a step back in fear. But being elites, they quickly raised their shields, intending to form a battle array to resist.
At this instant, Karl's figure suddenly disappeared.
The next second, his figure had appeared at the rear of the formation, in front of a mage and a priest.
These three mages were originally still chanting spells. Seeing Karl suddenly appear, they didn't even have time to show expressions of surprise when Karl swept his long mace horizontally, and their bodies collided and merged together like rag dolls.
Karl instantly killed three mages with one blow, then turned his head to look at the remaining dozen Church Knights behind him: "Born as Church Knights, acting as accomplices to evil, I suppose I am eliminating harm for the people."
The Knights' eyes were bloodshot, stimulated by the pervasive scent of blood: "He's only one person, kill him!"
Karl narrowed his eyes slightly. These Knights' reactions were somewhat beyond his expectation, as if the bloodlust had driven them into a frenzy. He once again charged into the Knights Templar.
The long mace swung in his hand, each swing accompanied by splashing blood.
The absolute disparity in strength was displayed to its fullest.
Finally, some Knights began to buckle under the pressure, dropping their weapons and trying to escape: "Demon! He's a demon!"
The next second, Karl would appear behind them, the long mace smashing fiercely into the back of their heads.
Their twisted helmets, along with their heads, were smashed off, and their headless bodies fell to the ground.
The last young Knight, with lingering childishness on his face, sat on the ground, looking at Karl approaching: "Mercy… have mercy!"
"I only joined the Knights Templar today, I'm a probationary Knight, I don't know anything!"
"Bang!"
The long mace swung down, the young Knight's vision went black, and his headless body fell to the ground.
"What's it to me." Karl swung the long mace, shaking off the bloodstains on it.
"How pitiful." A Saintess in a nun's habit stepped over the bloodstains, walking slowly to the young Knight's corpse. Her gaze was compassionate, and she slowly made the sign of the cross over her chest, softly praying:
"May you return to God's side and find eternal peace."
She had walked out of the church when the young Knight was begging for mercy.
But she didn't approach unhurriedly until Karl had killed the young Knight.
Muse stood up, faced Karl, and gave an elegant bow: "Hello, Mr. Karl, my name is Muse, and as you can see, I am a servant of God."
"Finally out." Karl narrowed his eyes, she finally appeared.
He didn't hesitate at all, silently chanting: "Time Stop."
Instantly, everything around was put on pause.
Karl raised his long mace, ready to go in from behind and come out from the front; this woman was not a good person.
"Hmm?" Muse's deceptively gentle face, noticing the abnormality around her for an instant, her eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to re-examine Karl:
"So you are a God-Favored like Lilia. Is this your ability? Creating a one-on-one battle, a space independent of the world. No wonder you could defeat Lilia."
"…" Karl's expression almost didn't hold. His mind was full of question marks. Why wasn't she affected by the Time Stop?
The 'God-Favored' she mentioned was easy to understand; it meant someone who had gained the power of an Evil God.
Just at this moment.
Muse's body suddenly changed, her skin turned pale white, the whites of her eyes became black, and her mouth stretched open, revealing fangs. But the transformation only lasted for a second, and she reverted to her human appearance.
She looked at Karl with an appreciative gaze: "My body and power are not suppressed at all. God's power is only bestowed upon the most compatible. I never expected the legendary Tyrant Lord Karl to be a truly upright person."
Karl's mind had quickly pieced everything together. The Oram Family, who had ruled the Northern Realm for four hundred years, were not human at all; they were Evil God kin.
"Ghoulification/Cannibalism Skill"
That's why she wasn't affected by his Time Stop.
And the missing information caused Muse to misjudge his ability.
Chapter 173: Put This On
"As you can see, I am a priest and not skilled in combat." Muse's expression was wary. Karl was a God-Favored, killing her would definitely be easy.
In a space completely isolated from the outside world like this, getting help was impossible.
Muse's forehead was covered in fine sweat. She pointed at the long mace in Karl's hand: "Killing me would only dishonor your weapon. However, my eldest sister, White Pheasant, has been looking for you. I believe she is the opponent you seek."
Karl's face was as cold as a stone sculpture, expressionless. He was equally panicked at this moment.
Muse had misunderstood his ability.
He could only rely on physical strength to duel the Evil God kin in front of him. If he rashly attacked and couldn't kill her, everything would be exposed.
He needed time, at least to reach Tier 5, to have a chance at a fight.
"Good, I hope she's a worthy opponent." Karl tried his best to make his voice sound cold: "I'll give her seven days to prepare. Let her challenge me in her best state. Then, I will have a fair fight with her."
After saying that, the long mace in his hand disappeared, and the suspended time began to flow again at that moment.
Karl said no more, turning and walking away.
"Hoo…" Muse watched Karl's retreating figure disappear, then let out a long breath. She propped her chin with her finger, her brows slightly furrowed, and murmured to herself:
"It seems Mother has gotten into trouble this time."
As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently swept towards the scattered Church Knight corpses around her.
The pungent smell of blood made her wrinkle her nose, and a hint of undisguised disgust flashed in her eyes.
"The dirty smell of adults."
Just then, a figure descended like a meteor from the sky, crashing onto the ground with a boom, instantly raising dust and creating a deep pit.
Muse looked at the newcomer with disgust.
White Pheasant emerged from the pit, her body unaffected by any power, purely physical strength. She scanned her surroundings, finally locking her gaze on Muse.
Narrowing her eyes: "You stole my prey?"
Muse snorted: "I'm not his opponent; he's a God-Favored."
Saying that, she recounted everything that had just happened to White Pheasant.
White Pheasant's eyes lit up when she heard "one-on-one domain": "Interesting, that domain is mine! Where is he? I want to find him immediately!"
Muse said in a deep voice: "He said he'd give you seven days to prepare. You should prepare well, don't cause any accidents by acting rashly. I understand that kind of guy; if he says seven days, it will definitely be seven days."
"We cannot help you with his divine art. Mother will need that power, so you can only defeat him one-on-one, then consume him to obtain his divine art."
White Pheasant's lips stretched to her ears, revealing a row of sharp fangs: "Then I'll endure for another seven days. I can't wait."
Karl hurried through the alley, a silk ribbon wrapping around his body, completing his change of clothes.
"No one is following." Hill's voice appeared behind him.
Karl paused, then slowly stopped, letting out a sigh of relief. The plan had succeeded, buying him at least seven days.
They were afraid of further complications, so they would likely slow down the intensity of the soldier's capture efforts.
"What exactly happened?" Hill asked. According to the original plan, they, one open and one hidden, should have first dealt with the relatively weaker Muse.
From her perspective, Karl had displayed immense power, sweeping through the Church Knights and mages with overwhelming strength.
But after Muse appeared, Karl inexplicably turned and left without a word.
Even more strangely, Muse also did not take any pursuit action, not even showing any intention of sending subordinates to track him.
Karl did not respond to Hill's question: "Tier 5 can awaken racial talents, tell me about it."
Hill frowned upon hearing this. She thought Karl's strength was at least Tier 7, so why was he asking such common knowledge questions?
But the Dragon Clan had always lived alone, and none of them were normal.
She patiently explained: "Yes, Tiers 1 to 4, if one is willing to work hard and spend time honing, most people can reach. But Tier 5 is the watershed between common Adventurers and powerful individuals. Crossing this step means a qualitative leap in strength."
Hill continued: "Our Dark Elf Clan generally awakens the Stealth talent at Tier 5. This talent allows us to control light to a certain extent."
"Combined with stealth skills, we can disappear even in sunlight. Every awakened Dark Elf Assassin can easily kill a Tier 4 opponent without taking any damage."
"However, not all Dark Elves awaken the Stealth talent. Some clan members awaken the Muscle Control talent, greatly increasing their body's flexibility. In combat, they can launch attacks from unexpected angles."
"Alright, you squat down first." Karl felt his Tier 4 experience bar at ninety percent and grew anxious.
Hill frowned tightly, looking around. This was an alley, rarely disturbed.
She knew this Evil Dragon liked to be bitten.
But now was not the time for such things.
After a brief hesitation, Hill still obeyed Karl's request and slowly squatted down.
Seeing this, Karl pulled out little ka and looked down at Hill. This Dark Elf's beauty was truly top-tier. As he placed it near her lips.
Hill didn't hesitate at all, opening her mouth.
She had even learned excellent techniques, using her tongue to coil and rotate. Undoubtedly, Dark Elves had a strong racial talent in these areas.
Karl, however, didn't fully enjoy it, pulling out quickly.
"Splat splat" a gush of liquid splashed onto Hill's beautiful face.
Hill immediately froze, narrowing her eyes. Did this Evil Dragon really have a problem in his head?
She didn't dodge.
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