From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty - Chapter 79
Chapter 79: Chapter 77 Destruction of the Spawn of the Abyss
In the dead of night on the deserted streets, Byrne, Chris, and the members of the patrol were tense.
The silver-haired youth squatted on the ground, staring at the colorful aura that appeared in the air, as well as the complex web of footprints on the ground.
The trails of aura intertwined like threads in an extremely complicated manner, and the multitude of footprints overlapped one another, making it seem impossible to discern their specific differences.
He smelled the feather pen used by Lady Isaac and his “Tracking Senses” extraordinary trait had activated.
Thus, among the many auras and footprints, those belonging to Lady Isaac became clearer, while the rest faded away.
“Isaac Manor.”
The youth stood up calmly and named a location.
“Are you sure?”
Byrne was a bit surprised; he had thought that Lady Isaac would flee into the jungle, not that she would run back to the manor.
Could it be that she thought the most dangerous place was the safest?
Chris’s usefulness was astonishing, and Byrne regretted not having brought him along, as it might have greatly influenced the entire battle.
He had made up his mind that even if Irene might be dissatisfied, he would involve young Chris in future battles.
The importance of “enemy seeking” in this battle was extremely evident, and the victory or defeat in war did not necessarily relate to strength; Byrne was gradually understanding this.
“Go quickly, no matter what she is planning to do or is actually doing, kill that woman immediately!”
Byrne could not tolerate Lady Isaac giving such a potion to his wife and harbored deep hatred for her within his heart.
On their way to Isaac Manor, Byrne suddenly felt a warning in his heart!
It was a reminder from the great Lord of the Lost!
What had happened?
Lady Isaac was clearly at the end of her tether, but what kind of waves could she, a high-level Beginning bloodline knight, possibly stir up?
As they arrived in the North City District, they suddenly saw a massive amount of water pouring out from the direction of Isaac Manor, rushing towards all sides like a tsunami and quickly submerging many buildings and structures!
Within those seas, there were huge eyes, as large as human figures, staring in all directions at the fleeing creatures as if controlling the flow of the tide.
The vast waters quickly overwhelmed the entire street outside Isaac Manor, and the bodies of mortals once caught in them would fall prey to the “eyes,” which tore them apart with their terrifyingly sharp beaks, completely shredding the living and drinking the blood that spilled from their flesh.
Everyone was shocked, and Byrne decisively ordered, “Everyone, run towards South City! The terrain is higher there!”
Byrne knew that it was only a matter of time before those waters flooded the entire North City District.
But they had only run a short distance when Byrne realized a terrifying fact with bone-chilling fear.
Because it was not natural tide, it did not follow the normal physical laws at all. It not only surged towards the lower terrains but also climbed towards the higher terrain of South City.
Byrne remembered the prohibited books he had read, which mentioned this type of mysterious existence!
That was the Sea Demon!
A powerful favored member under the Sea God!
It was born from the concept of a “tsunami,” and the people of the sea tribe and the Sea God Cult reverently referred to it as “Spawn of the Abyss.”
Only the top Monarch Level powerhouses of the continent were qualified to fight against it and completely eradicate this extremely powerful mysterious existence!
They were too weak compared to this mighty entity, as insignificant as ants.
Nasir, like an ant’s nest, was going to be destroyed by the tide!
Many people in the town, awakened by the sound of the waters, ran out of their homes and then scrambled towards the South City District, while many who were slow were directly devoured by the rising waters.
The cold and merciless Spawn of the Abyss coldly devoured every creature, and any land creature could not escape, instantly turning into thick blood in the dark waters under their sharp teeth.
“Byrne!”
Suddenly, Byrne and Chris saw Irene’s figure appearing in a corner, accompanied by numerous guards from the Fischer family.
Emil’s issue must have been resolved, but Byrne had no mood to think about such things anymore.
“The bottle, the sacred object, give it to me, Irene!”
He shouted forcibly, pressuring Irene like never before.
North City District was already half-submerged, and it was clear to anyone, the doom of Nasir was merely a matter of time.
At this point, all they could do was beg for a miracle.
However, Irene shook her head, took out the transparent bottle, and still planned to sacrifice herself, not wanting her family to suffer any losses.
Byrne suddenly sped up and rushed forward, snatching the transparent bottle, took a deep breath, and silently prayed under the gaze of Irene and Chris.
“Oh great Lord of the Lost! I am willing to offer up my soul, humbly hoping that You could bring down a miracle to save the Fischer family, to save Nasir!”
Take my life instead, great Lord of the Lost, Irene, she should still witness Chris’s coming of age, the future of the Fischer family, I can no longer let her make sacrifices alone.
Byrne was silent for a long moment but found it hard to believe that nothing happened.
What exactly was going on?
The key lay in faith.
Karl had thought that all favored members could trigger their own power, but now realized it was not so.
In fact, when Irene first triggered the miracle, she was not yet a favored member.
Faith is an extremely important element in mysticism; without sufficient faith, naturally, some rituals cannot be completed.
And the inherently skeptical Lucius, the intellectually inclined Byrne, they simply couldn’t compete with Irene in the realm of faith.
Even though Byrne had truly been willing to offer everything during his silent prayer to save his family, deep down, there was still a hint of reservation.
In his mind, there lingered the faint thought, “It would be nice if the Lord of the Lost didn’t take my soul but could still bring down the miracle.”
Thus, the sacrifice failed.
“How could this be?”
Byrne’s expression was filled with disbelief, completely unable to understand the current situation.
Which step did he make a mistake in?
Could it be that the Lord of the Lost would only respond to Irene’s calls, was she of special constitution or soul?
The girl showed a relieved smile and walked over, Chris wanted to pull on his sister’s sleeve, but still couldn’t reach out.
“Let me do it, Byrne. Everyone has their own destiny.”
“And my destiny is to save you all, to sacrifice for the Fischer family, it is the great fate bestowed upon me by our Lord, and it is the only hope I can hold in my hands.”
As a matter of fact, I am grateful that I am capable of doing this.
Irene calmly took the sacred object from the man’s hand, calmly looked towards the nearly half-devoured North City District, closed her eyes, and silently prayed to the great Lord of the Lost.
Most of the family’s guards had fled, leaving only a few quivering figures standing around, yet they were extremely tense.
The girl’s whisper was very soft, so soft that the terrified guards couldn’t hear at all, thinking she was praying to the great Lord of Salvation.
“Oh great Lord of the Lost.”
“I ask You to bring down Your grand power, have mercy on us who are humble.”
“We are Your most humble and devout followers, Your most faithful subjects, also Proxies spreading Your faith on this earth.”
“The Fischer family needs Your mercy, I am willing to offer my past, present, and future for it.”
…
Karl once again felt that intense faith.
A pale blue light shone from the girl’s chest, surrounded by pure white representing life, pink denoting emotions, cyan blue representing memories, deep red for the senses, and orange-yellow denoting wisdom.
His intangible will loomed high above, overlooking the entire town and the mystical presence roaring through North City, everything seemed so insignificant.
Nasir, indeed, was like an anthill being submerged by a flood.
Suddenly, Karl deeply felt the intense fear emanating from that Sea Demon, while a kind of hunger erupted from the deepest part of his own soul.
In that moment, he understood something.
Why, in the Spirit Realm, he instinctively longed for “communication” with those mystical entities, and why all the mystical entities kept as far from him as possible.
