From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

The Fisher family kept moving forward, crossing the jungle, and everyone asked themselves the most important question in the deepest part of their hearts.

Can we survive?

Byrne's body was trembling slightly. He felt extremely nervous, not only because of himself, but also because his father had not returned.

The great Lord of Lost conveyed the will that was neither sad nor happy, like fate.

He said that his father had led away some of the enemies.

When he fought side by side with his father, or when he faced danger alone, Byrne would not feel so nervous, but now he was full of fear and worry in his heart.

He would not die, he would definitely not die. That old guy would survive no matter what, and live to the end. Hasn't it always been like this?

Byrne trembled, and the fear deep in his heart became more and more huge and lingering.

Everyone tried their best to sneak out of the jungle carefully, hoping not to be discovered by the Rhea people. Finally, they left the forest and came to the endless snow.

The sunlight reflected in the snow, like a holy stairway to heaven. There were no Rhea people around, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Did we survive?

However, they soon saw the black shadow in the distance with trembling.

Everyone's face changed completely. The Rhea cavalry was rushing towards this side, and they even subconsciously wanted to run back to the jungle.

Irene shook her head and said, "No, there are more Rhea people behind us. We have no chance to go back anyway."

Things have reached a desperate situation, and everyone has to prepare for a desperate fight.

Among the remaining more than 70 people, there are only 13 guards who can fight. Even if Irene and Byrne are counted, there are only 15 people who can be called combat effectiveness.

There are more than 50 cavalrymen coming towards them, and the leading black-armored knight even rides a black warhorse with Warcraft bloodline. The strength is definitely very powerful.

People almost fell into the deepest despair, crying, screaming, and wailing. This battle was completely lost from the beginning, and there was no need for even a tentative resistance.

"Is everything going to end?"

Erin stared at the cavalrymen approaching through the snow in the distance, slowly knelt on the ground, and took a deep breath of the extremely cold air.

No, it won't end.

She closed her eyes, and in an instant she seemed to be back to more than five years ago.

At that time, Erin was as helpless as she is now. She suffered sudden malice and was about to face the most terrifying disaster with her relatives. If she took a wrong step, she would die without a burial place.

Yes, everything is so similar!

Nostalgia and piety appeared on Erin's face.

But there are also differences. At this time, her heart is no longer as afraid as before, and she will never pray to the so-called gods again!

Whether it is the Syats or the Rheans, they all believe in the so-called gods. Why do they still kill each other? What else can those high gods do except watching coldly?

The transparent holy object was wrapped in the cloth in her arms, and inside it was the great existence that could bring an end to everything and protect the Fisher family from moving forward.

Irene had long known that only by praying to Him could the Fisher family reach the destiny they hoped for!

The Rhea cavalry team was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped slowly a few dozen meters in front of them.

The killing did not start immediately. The leading black-armored knight Baron Burlat Meyer drove the black warhorse under his crotch, and a small amount of electric sparks rolled in the snow.

He came alone to a dozen meters in front of the crowd and said in a very calm voice: "Getting involved in things that should not be obtained is a shortcut for the weak to die."

Baron Burlat stretched out his hand, and two flames rose from the surroundings, drawing a hot wall of fire in the snow to encircle everyone present.

He is a descendant of the top Meyer family, and has the powerful blood inheritance of "Anzenos", one of the ancient magic beasts. Even among the metamorphic strongmen, few can match him.

"Your death is insignificant. Hand over the treasure. The Meyer family will ascend to the highest throne of the Oden Continent because of you."

Byrne swallowed his saliva, and even felt the warmth in the bitter winter. The scorching wall of fire rising around him made it impossible for everyone to escape.

That black-armored knight is definitely a second-level "metamorphic" level transcendent!

He also has extremely powerful blood power. He only needs to raise his hand to kill everyone. The possibility of successful resistance does not even exist.

There is no way out.

But what exactly is the "treasure" that the other party is talking about? Could it be...

Byrne couldn't help looking at the transparent bottle wrapped in cloth in Irene's hand. Could it be that the other party came for the Lost Lord from the beginning?

Crying, wailing, and begging for mercy were completely incessant for a while.

Baron Burlat looked down at the people surrounded by flames without mercy.

He had to solve the problem quickly.

He couldn't stay any longer, the death threat of the Black Iron Duke was on the way.

Burlat stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it, and the surrounding wall of fire gradually moved inward. In a while, the dozens of people would be completely reduced to ashes.

Everyone completely collapsed, and there were completely different and incompatible sounds in the wailing, screaming, begging, and crying.

Byrne hugged Chris tightly, looking at Irene who was kneeling on the ground and praying with her eyes closed, and vaguely felt that something was coming.

Chris, Old Raymond, Xiu and others suddenly found that Irene, who was kneeling on the ground, was mumbling to herself. There was a mysterious worship in her voice, as if it was the whisper of fate and the last prayer.

"The future He saw must be implemented with His great will. Everything we are experiencing now is just a test given by Him."

Her voice was extremely pious and powerful, and it was a fundamentally unshakable belief.

"Great Lord of the Lost, your will is the fate we must go on. I hope you can listen to my most humble prayer. Soul, body, past, future, I am willing to offer everything that should belong to you!"

"Please forgive my greed, I only ask you to save the desperate Fisher family, save those who are about to suffer, return cruelty with a cruel blade, and wash the enemies in front of you with destruction!"

The flames are about to burn, and death is about to come, but Byrne and others are attracted by this scene for some reason.

Irene calmly uncovered the cloth wrapped around the transparent bottle and lifted it high.

Carl's invisible will had risen high in the air, and he saw the colorful light emerging from the girl's body, life, emotions, memory, senses, and wisdom.

He could clearly feel that the Black Knight's strength was enough to resist a strong curse, and only the lowest-level "weapon" was not enough to kill the other party.

Even if he exhausted all the spiritual power he had accumulated now, he could not kill all the enemies.

Fortunately, it was only consuming spiritual power rather than the upper limit of the soul capacity, which would not affect the progress of lifting the seal.

Carl focused his attention and exhausted his spiritual power to draw out more white light until half of Irene's long black hair turned pure white.

The next moment, Irene, Byrne, Chris, and Nada all looked up at the sky in astonishment at the same time, with excitement and admiration like a storm in their hearts. They saw endless white light bursting out in the sky, which was almost the third sun in the daytime!

It was parallel to the scorching sun and the brilliant sun in the sky, and all colors became stronger!

It was like three suns in the sky!

It was like a miracle!