From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 2 Judgment

The evil cultists outdoors the cabin remained blissfully unaware of all the things, fully blind to the white gentle within the sky.

All of the cultists, apart from the elder priest, burst into hideous laughter, sneering disdainfully at Irene’s current prayer.

The main elder priest shook his head calmly, not becoming a member of within the mockery of the lady; as an alternative, there was a hint of faint, barely perceptible pity.

The expressionless outdated man within the black wet night time was exceedingly terrifying.

His tone was chilly and merciless, as if he was narrating the legal guidelines of the world’s workings.

“You descendants of swineherds who reside by fishing, you’re, surely, the bottom fodder of a merciless world, your souls are born nugatory, and due to that, no deity will ever shield you.”

“Since you don’t have any refuge, you would possibly as effectively turn out to be a sacrifice to fulfill my Lord’s urge for food.”

Karl’s invisible will projected the white gentle from the sky onto the lead priest, who instantly turned exceedingly dazzling within the pitch-black wet night time.

It’s determined, it’s you!

“Growth!”

Out of nowhere, a thunderbolt fell within the stormy night time, just like the white blade within the palms of a thunder god, tearing via the sky like a dancing silver serpent, shattering the darkness, and hanging the priest squarely!

A stunning flash of white gentle handed, and the aged priest was fully lowered to scorching, pitch-black char, with no single uncharred half left.

The opposite cultists had been all surprised.

Irene was slack-jawed, unable to grasp what had simply occurred.

Karl was considerably shocked, having by no means anticipated the white gentle to even be able to summoning thunder from the heavens.

The lady’s lifespan may certainly function a “weapon”; it simply labored in another way from what he had imagined.

Irene, having misplaced a portion of the white gentle, didn’t die or age; solely faint silver strands started to appear in her as soon as pitch-black, silky hair.

Irene stared blankly at this scene, tears on her cheeks constantly mixing with the rain, her eyes crammed with disbelief.

“What simply occurred?”

The cultists had been terrified upon seeing that the Nice Priest had not been blessed by the Mighty Bloody Demon however relatively all of a sudden killed by lightning, they usually all felt a robust sense of unwell omen.

“Mighty Bloody Demon, please shield us!”

The 4 cultists who had been kneeling on the bottom started to plead loudly.

Already filled with blind devotion of their minds, they fully believed that the forces of nature represented the retribution of some mysterious existence.

Believing that fully eradicating the risk was the one approach to keep away from larger hazard, and having ascertained that the lady may bear the lack of a few of her lifespan, Karl didn’t hesitate to attract extra white gentle to type new “weapons.”

The invisible blades of judgment marked every cultist one after the other, emanating a white gentle that solely he and Irene may see.

“Ah!”

The second cultist wasn’t struck by lightning however all of a sudden burst into raging flames, screaming and writhing, frantically spinning and leaping, but the hearth couldn’t be extinguished even within the pouring rain, and he regularly died in excessive agony.

The remaining cultists had been virtually insane, realizing this might not be some baseless, unintentional mishap however the intervention of some highly effective, mysterious power!

“Nice Mighty Bloody Demon, somebody is killing your followers, please save us!”

The third cultist screamed frantically, all of a sudden bulging his eyes, wailing and clutching at his face, trembling on his knees, unable to wrestle for breath, as if drowning.

Beneath the terrified gazes of the others, he drowned within the water that emerged from nowhere in his lungs, even because the downpour battered him.

In order that was it; the “weapon” was really a curse that triggered sudden loss of life, Karl lastly understood.

The extracted white gentle was additionally the lifespan of the prayer, which may then mark people and curse them with a mysterious power to die of “sudden accidents.”

The fourth cultist, the fifth cultist—they begged in useless for forgiveness from the mysterious entity lurking within the shadows, however nonetheless couldn’t escape the destiny of loss of life.

One died all of a sudden from an acute sickness, asphyxiating, and the final additionally drowned.

Irene, frozen like a statue, couldn’t communicate for a very long time; her darkish, damp hair was now studded with a hanging twenty p.c white.

After just a few maneuvers, Karl too felt a wave of non secular fatigue, with a major quantity of non secular energy drained from his soul.

Instinct advised him it might take at the very least thirty years to recuperate naturally, an exasperatingly very long time.

“It appears my talents can’t be expended endlessly, however are restricted by ‘mana.’ Alas, alas, such a minor cheat doesn’t actually matter as dishonest!”

If he had been to forcefully use his energy once more, his depleted spirituality would plunge him again into the murky darkness the place readability was misplaced.

And to completely enhance the higher restrict of his non secular energy’s “mana,” it was clear he needed to devour extra mysterious uncommon artifacts.

Karl contemplated deeply; sooner or later, he definitively wanted to discover a approach to purchase extra mysterious artifacts and devour them voraciously!

Within the midst of the downpour, Irene, lined in mud, slowly obtained up, staring blankly on the corpses strewn throughout the bottom, her eyes fully vacant.

“What on earth occurred…”

The lady had witnessed all the things that had simply occurred, and she or he knew these individuals had not died naturally.

The ghastly array of corpses didn’t instill concern in her; as an alternative, Irene felt a profound reverence and gratitude in the direction of the mysterious entity that had saved her and her brother!

She was simply an peculiar lady dwelling within the city, at all times having lived together with her mother and father, poor however not feeling any ache.

However simply over a month in the past, her mother and father went out to sea to fish for a uncommon species of fish with a magic beast lineage, they usually by no means returned. The acquaintances on the town had been all reluctant to say something about her mother and father’ scenario.

Nevertheless, Irene was now not a toddler, and she or he regularly understood that her mother and father would by no means be coming again.

Subsequently, because the elder sister, she should shield her brother, and she or he vowed to take excellent care of Chris.

It was robust for Irene to lift her brother on her personal, and she or he discovered it troublesome to outlive on her personal, not to mention care for an toddler in swaddling garments.

Even with onerous each day labor, the stingy adults on the town had been solely keen to present slightly little bit of meals, and Irene needed to thank them profusely.

She went hungry day and night time however at all times managed a smile, as all the things can be value it so long as her brother grew up safely.

However the occasions of this night time had been so ruthless and merciless; Irene all of a sudden realized how powerless she was on this darkish and brutal world.

“Wah!”

The crying of her brother introduced Irene again to her senses.

She shortly returned to the wood hut with Chris, who was crying and soaking moist, hurriedly ignited a fireplace with the little dry wooden that they had in an try to heat up her drenched brother.

“Mm, mm, don’t cry, don’t cry,” the soaked lady consoled her brother in her arms.

Outdoors the wood hut, the storm raged as Irene knelt on the bottom, her physique small and huddled like slightly animal’s, sincerely asking.

“Who’re you?”

Within the depths of her coronary heart, she knew that what had simply occurred was no coincidence; there have to be some highly effective and mysterious entity that had protected her and her brother from the shadows.

“Who’re you, the one who saved us?”

Because the lady murmured to herself, Karl all of a sudden felt a niche type deep inside her coronary heart, imprecise but genuinely current.

He realized this may be a possibility to speak with somebody and wanted to grab the second, picturing part of his soul being injected into it.

The soul shard entered the lady’s physique via the hole in her coronary heart and immediately flowed into her bloodstream.

Growth!

The entire fusion course of was excruciating for Karl, along with his consciousness practically shattering and his soul itself wilting!

He was acutely conscious that his present situation was horrible, at most solely sufficient for one act of splitting his soul.

“Ah!”

Irene couldn’t assist however scream out in sudden agony.

In ache, she clutched the again of her left hand, the place a definite purple mark had emerged on her pale pores and skin, with a spherical base and a posh sample of strains that was troublesome to outline.

Favored member.

The time period surfaced all of a sudden from her reminiscence, and Karl realized that his connection to the lady had turn out to be exceedingly shut.

It appeared not simply her but in addition the crying child’s chubby little hand bore a purple imprint.

It wasn’t simply the 2 of them both; your complete Fischer household’s bloodline descendants, whether or not ten generations or 100, had been doomed to ceaselessly be favored members.

Karl knew from reminiscence one vital reality: the souls of favored members would return to him after loss of life, and the final word destiny of a lifetime of labor was to return after loss of life.

The spirituality they carried would additionally flip into nourishment to strengthen his personal soul, identical to these mysterious uncommon artifacts, besides that digesting spirituality wouldn’t hurt the essence of the favored members’ souls.

“What is that this factor on the again of my hand, this purple sample?”

After not receiving a solution for a very long time and sweating from the ache, Irene rigorously continued to inquire.

“May you be some nice deity?”

He all of a sudden discovered that he may communicate within the depths of Irene’s coronary heart; no, it was nonetheless completely different, nearer to conveying ideas and concepts than really producing a human voice.

Karl thought of the “deity” idea; it was far too distant. In actual fact, he was merely a fragmented soul, even trapped inside a small bottle, unable to maneuver.

But when he merely claimed to be a passing remnant soul or some terrifying entity like a satan, it’s probably no human can be keen to sincerely talk.

Karl contemplated in silence and decisively fabricated an id that appeared mighty and awe-inspiring.

[I am the Lord of the Lost, also the god who is destined to revive.]

[You will contribute to the great cause, offering a portion of your strength.]