Chapter 603: 539: Dream Encounter with Ancestor

“Unfortunately,”

“If it weren’t for destiny, perhaps we could have had the chance to become friends.”

“Your portion of sunlight is just like your soul, pure and proud, yet it burns too fiercely to last.”

Karno calmly took his stand at the location where the Child of the Sun God had fallen in battle.

He took a deep breath.

Perhaps the other side had done nothing wrong.

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At least from the perspective of the Saint of the Sun, that indeed seemed to be the case…

As for us, had we indeed made a mistake?

Karno looked at the drastically changed sky, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Great Lord of the Lost, I still believe in you.”

The sky was no longer azure; it was obscured by an extremely dense black fog.

The sunlight had disappeared.

The whole world had become like the Aphotic Sea; natural sunlight no longer existed, with only the preserved sunlight through techniques like “Solar Gold” and “canned sunshine” remaining, but they were too scarce, and for the average person, getting them was nearly impossible.

Natural law had been completely overturned, extreme weather and natural disasters occurred frequently, and various animals and plants mutated into Monsters. The already unstable social structure and civilisation system were finally crumbling in the face of disaster.

People had to engage in silent but intense struggles for survival in order to live.

Food and water became the most precious resources, and people had to delve into ruins and venture into unknown wilderness to search for places that might still have food left.

Social order hovered on the brink of collapse; the force of law and morality significantly weakened, and people resorted to any means necessary for survival, with theft, robbery, and even violent conflicts occurring frequently.

Every nation was gradually disintegrating.

Everyone realised one thing: the real end of the world had come!

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“The Gods have left a Divine Oracle, saying that They are about to unseal the Ninth Seal and have temporarily fallen into slumber,” said the High Priest Archer of the Dawn Church.

In the Grand Hall of the Fischer family, an imposing meeting deciding the fate of the family’s future was underway.

The lighting in the hall made the heavy stone walls glow with brightness, filling the air with a heavy and solemn atmosphere.

The people of the Fischer family and the Dawn Church sat around a long table carved from a thousand-year-old oak. Nearly two hundred people were present, all of them important figures.

Darren’s eyes, however, sparkled with a glint, seated at the head of the table with a slight smile on his lips, seemingly untroubled by the impending battle.

The Darren who was over a hundred years old had long since shed his impatience and sharpness, replaced by a calm and restrained intellect.

“My brothers and sisters of the Fischer family…”

As the head of the family, Darren began to speak, his voice steady and powerful, and then continued, “We are about to face the final battle with the Lorne Empire, and this fight is not only about the fate of the Fischer family but all the land beneath our feet, as well as all that the Dawn Church stands for.”

“It’s even possible that if we lose, the time of the great Lord of the Lost’s resurgence may also be delayed.”

His words, like a huge stone dropped into a calm lake, stirred the hearts of everyone present. Family members at both sides of the table bow their heads in contemplation, their gazes resolute.

Everyone was acutely aware of the enormity and importance of the battle ahead.

“The Fischer family has been known for its bravery and loyalty for a hundred years. When faced with formidable enemies, we have never retreated, and we shall not this time either!” Darren’s voice rang powerful and clear, as if capable of igniting the courage and determination deep in everyone’s hearts.

Finally, he slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over every person present, his voice firm and full of strength: “Warriors of the Fischer family, let us together face this battle. Regardless of the outcome, the Fischers shall remain true to ourselves, true to the Dawn Church, and true to Cyart, our beloved land.”

“More importantly, we must be worthy of the Lord of the Lost.”

With Darren’s words falling, the Grand Hall erupted into thunderous applause.

Just then, Archer stepped forward, gazing calmly at the crowd and speaking, “The world now is different from before, I believe everyone can see that.”

“However…”

“There are discussions about this apocalypse that are unfavorable to us out in the world, and even some within the Dawn Church say that all of this was caused by the Great Lord of the Lost…”@@novelbin@@

Some of the Dawn Church’s members’ faces changed subtly, because they too had heard a “coincidence”—that the world suddenly became like this following a mass sacrifice in the last ritual.

Perhaps, the apocalyptic state of the world truly did have something to do with the Lord of the Lost?

People who thought of this immediately realized that they were being extremely disrespectful!

Archer’s expression was solemn, with unprecedented determination, he said, “No, the magnificent Lord of the Lost would never seek our Destruction. He is the Dawn, He is our hope.”

“He would never bring about the end of days; rather, it is because of His slumber that the impending apocalypse has begun to grow increasingly uncontrollable. As long as He awakens, everything will improve!”

“The magnificent Lord of the Lost will save us all!”

Christine, seated in her wheelchair, nodded gently and said, “Yes, this is a matter on which we need not debate to reach consensus.”

The people of the Fischer family and the Dawn Church remained silent, knowing this matter was a red line for the entire family and Church; even direct members of the Fischer family would be committing a grave sin if they dared to slander the Lord of the Lost.

Archer looked around at everyone and continued, “In fact, before His slumber, He bestowed upon me a strand of Divine Power.”

“Divine Power?”

Upon hearing these words, everyone’s hearts surged with emotion. The True Gods Church has its so-called “Saints,” and it seemed that Lord Archer was also a Saint of the Dawn Church!

“This strand of Divine Power is very faint, and there is only one thing it can do. I believe it is necessary to release it before the final battle.”

Having said that, Archer stretched out his hand.

A stream of black mist emerged from the back of his hand and in an instant enveloped the people of the Fischer family.

Darren and the others felt themselves gradually falling into a deep sleep.

Guided by the Power of Demise, the key members of the Fischer family and the Dawn Church crossed the boundary between reality and illusion, arriving at an unimaginably sacred place—the legendary City of the Spirit Realm.

The City of the Spirit Realm hovered in mid-air, composed of countless flickering points of light, as if the brightest constellations in the night sky had gathered together.

This city was neither a bustling metropolis of the human world nor an unfathomable place of the Spirit Realm, but an extraordinary Domain in between, constructed of souls, memories, and many forms of Divine Power.

Felix looked at all this and muttered to himself, “Is this the Divine Kingdom? The place where the souls of the devout believers are said to reside…” Moter suddenly said, “I think, we definitely won’t find Lucius’s soul here.”

As they stepped into the city, a beam of light shone from afar, the light of the souls of many devout believers.

Led by the light, the souls of many devout believers of the Dawn Church appeared, their faces seeming as if they had not been touched by time, but rather looked as they did in life.

Darren’s face changed, for he saw his father’s soul!

Chris gazed at his sister’s soul and couldn’t help but walk up to her, finally embracing Irene.

“It’s alright now, Chris,” Irene said with a smile, comforting him as she had done a hundred years before.

“Welcome, brave ones from the Fischer family and the Dawn Church,” Byrne said, adjusting his glasses, his voice like an ancient wind, carrying the weathering of ages and Wisdom.

“We have waited a long time for you, waiting for your arrival, waiting for this day.”

It wasn’t just the two of them; most of the souls of the devout believers were close friends and relatives of key members of the Dawn Church in the living world.

The people from the living world tightly embraced the souls of the many devout believers, their tears and smiles intermingling.

This was truly a miracle!

“Darren, Christine, and Archer, I need to speak with you three alone, come over here.”

Byrne beckoned, calling the three administrators of the family and Church over.

Soon, the four of them arrived at a secluded location in the city. Byrne began to speak calmly, “Since my soul awoke, I have been observing the situation in the living world from the Spirit Realm.”

“Yes, I can confirm one thing; the apocalyptic scenes of the real world do originate from the magnificent Lord of the Lost.”

Darren and Christine fell into deep thought, while Archer’s face changed dramatically, objecting, “Even you should not…”

“Hold on. I am not seeking to defame the Fischer’s God.”

Byrne smiled slightly and continued, “However, that situation is certainly not His intent, but rather a side effect akin to an Extraordinary power. I don’t know if you can understand this.”

“As long as He can regain all His power, everything can be mended. I am not trying to question, but merely to convey the answer.”

“I hope you are not confused.”

Instantly, everyone relaxed.

“Because the magnificent Lord of the Lost has fallen asleep again, Irene and I cannot descend to join the battle against the Lorne citizens in the form of Divine Envoys,” Byrne said gravely.

“From now on, it’s all up to you.”

“Regardless of what happens, we must awaken the magnificent Lord of the Lost as soon as possible, because something terrible is stirring.”

“Our world is indeed on the brink of Destruction!”