From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

Irene woke up from her sleep just after the sky cleared up. She first looked at her brother Chris. The baby in the swaddling clothes was breathing steadily and looked very healthy.

"Huh."

Irene, who was relieved, then stood up fearfully and soon knelt down in front of the transparent bottle on the table.

"Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for giving me the power."

A emerald green light gradually appeared in her eyes. She was sincerely grateful and excited. Extraordinary power, that is something that only exists in legends!

For some reason, Irene seemed to gain dignity and confidence from the bottom of her heart that did not exist before.

Carl did not respond, because spiritual communication also consumes weak spirituality, and try to speak as little as possible when it is not necessary.

Moreover, he fundamentally understands the human mind. No matter how great an existence is, as long as it is close to the mundane, it will lead to a loss of mystery and a great decline in awe.

Since you have decided to be the mastermind behind the Fisher family, rather than a kind and amiable old grandfather, it is best to remain mysterious and cold enough.

What he wants to do is a "chess player". No matter how important the so-called portable grandfather in the story is, it is actually just a treasure of the protagonist and has no independence at all.

Irene did not get a response and was confused for a moment, but the mark on the back of her hand reminded her that the Lost Lord definitely exists.

Suddenly, the girl understood!

He might be observing her silently, but she failed to complete the requirements and did not find the mysterious object, so the great Lost Lord disdained to reply to her!

"Huh."

Irene walked out of the door and took a deep breath. She felt that she had experienced an unimaginable night.

In the sky, two suns, one gold and one white, shine against each other. They are "Jiaoyang" and "Huiyang", constantly emitting soft light. The third sun only appears very rarely.

Those miserable corpses still exist.

The girl trembled subconsciously, and the experience of last night came to her mind. Everything in her memory seemed extremely real.

She had seen dead people and animals being killed, but she had never seen a living person being killed. When they died, they looked like slaughtered animals.

They couldn't just leave them outside for people to find. Irene forced herself to endure the fear and disgust, and finally dragged all the corpses into the wooden house.

The sleeping baby was surrounded by corpses but still slept soundly, with a healthy and rosy face.

"There's not enough goat milk at home. I have to go to the town to exchange some goat milk and food."

Irene thought that she had to borrow another shovel and bury the corpses while the rain moistened and softened the soil.

"Right."

Irene almost forgot something. She frowned and hesitated for a long time, but she still squatted down to search the corpses.

She was surprised to find that the cultist with a complete body had thirty-five copper nars, enough for her and her brother to live for half a month!

The most regrettable thing was that there were only a few liquefied and solidified silver coins left on the charcoal-like body, which could not be used for the time being.

Irene's mentality gradually changed unconsciously. She stood up silently and walked out of the wooden house, heading towards the town of Nasir with heavy steps.

Her hands washed by the river still smelled of corpses. She could no longer be carefree.

Carl in the bottle concentrated his consciousness and gradually tried to transfer it to the red mark on the back of Irene's hand.

He soon found that it was just as he thought. He could observe the outside world from Irene's perspective through the connection of the red mark of the clan.

It was a very magical feeling, like watching some weird VR performance. Carl had no control over where he would look next. His vision just kept moving with Irene's perspective.

And after leaving the bottle, he could not enter the God's perspective. His vision could only be limited to the possessed.

A thin mist filled the streets, and the whole town was covered with a hazy veil.

The sky cleared up, and the townspeople came out of their houses. The vendors in the market set up their stalls early, selling food, tools, handicrafts, and livestock. The townspeople came and went, and the vendors shouted loudly, attracting pedestrians to buy their goods.

Irene came to a stall in the market with a calm expression, and first bought a bucket of goat milk for three copper nars.

"Huh, it's actually copper nars?"

The vendor selling goat milk was a little surprised. The girl usually exchanged fruits and things at home, but this time she actually gave real copper nars.

"Thank you for your help in the past. I will come to return the bucket tomorrow morning."

Irene's heart seemed to have grown up a lot overnight. The changes of last night, the demands of the gods, the magical power in the body, too many things waited for time to gradually digest.

She walked through the crowd with a bucket of goat milk and soon found a blacksmith shop in the town of Nasir.

Sparks, hammering sounds, and the smell of metal instantly surrounded the girl. The workers worked together in tacit understanding. Red flames were emitted from the center of the furnace, and iron blocks and metal materials of various sizes were piled up next to it.

The owner was an extremely burly old blacksmith with white hair, wrinkles on his face, and sharp eyes.

Irene put down the goat milk bucket at the door of the store, with a mature and steady look on her face that did not match her age. She said calmly:

"Mr. Shopkeeper, I need to rent a shovel."

The old blacksmith stared at her in silence for a long time, and said deeply:

"You are Irene, right? I know your parents. They once gave me more fish than I could sell...well, I can lend you the shovel and return it to me when you are done with it."

The old blacksmith paused and said, "You can call me Raymond. If you have any trouble in the future, you can come to me."

Irene's eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you very much, Mr. Raymond, I will remember your kindness."

Although she had just gained some unexplained money, poverty and hunger had already been deeply ingrained in the girl's childhood, and she tried her best not to spend money even if she could.

But she hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I'd better bring you some fruits tomorrow. I can't let you be taken advantage of in vain."

The old blacksmith made no further objection.

When the thin Irene left dragging the shovel and goat milk bucket, Raymond in the blacksmith shop murmured to himself:

"They look really similar. My granddaughter was almost indistinguishable from her back then. Alas, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she has to take care of her younger brother alone. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to survive this winter."

Karl, who possessed Irene, felt a smell similar to metal. Although it was extremely weak, there was a thin metal-type bloodline power in the old man's body.

Maybe you can try to explore his potential. Currently, only the young Eileen and his brother cannot do anything at all. As long as they can guarantee their loyalty, the more "chess pieces" the better.

But Karl also felt that the old man’s life was short and the investment value might not be sufficient.

However, he also noticed that besides the old man, there seemed to be others with the same type of blood power in the blacksmith shop. Could they be his descendants?

Erin passed by the food stall with her things and suddenly stood there staring at the rough black hard bread. After hesitating for a long time, she shook her head and continued walking forward.

It was something that could only be eaten on birthdays in the past. The girl also felt strange about what was going on with her and had an urge to vent.

She passed a mansion in the center of Nasir town, its white house surrounded by manicured gardens and tree-lined paths.

The raindrops accumulated all night on the eaves, forming a thin stream that made a tinkling sound.

The owner of the white mansion is the mayor of Nasir Town. He is responsible for helping the baron of the Hoven family manage the affairs of Nasir Town.

Maritime trade is the most profitable business on the east coast. The mayor of Nasir is an extremely wealthy man on the east coast. He is good friends with the sea merchants who control shipping and has many useful connections.

The middle-aged and obese mayor had just walked out of the mansion after breakfast. He immediately saw the girl passing by the street and his eyes widened!

He seemed to have seen something extremely incredible!

"Good day, Lord Mayor."

Irene lowered her head to say hello calmly and respectfully. For an ordinary fisherman's daughter, the mayor of Nasir was undoubtedly a high-ranking figure.

But after experiencing a night of madness, deep down in her heart she no longer had awe for mortals.

"you you you……"

The mayor seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything for a while, and finally just shook his head.

Erin was stunned for a moment, and then left in confusion, her intuition telling her that something was wrong.

The mayor's eyes looking at the girl's back showed deep exhaustion and fear.

What's going on?

Those people had clearly agreed with themselves that as long as they sacrificed the orphaned siblings that no one cared about this year, the terrifying cult would not target this town!

At least nothing will happen this year! This whole year! Nasir should have been safe!

No matter how much I paid to stabilize that religious order, the sacrifices I made every year were all for Nasir, but the two siblings actually survived shamelessly.

If someone from that evil cult came to find him, or if things got serious, the Baron or even the even more terrifying Storm Church would notice.

Huge fear swallowed up the mayor almost instantly.

Baron Hoven is the owner of the entire town of Nasir, and he is also the only transcendent in the town who has reached the second level.

The strongest person on the east coast is the regional Storm Bishop, who is probably close to the third level.

From a mortal perspective, there is almost no difference between that powerful existence and a real god.

He was trembling and deep in thought, unable to understand something vital.

"Strange, why exactly? It's impossible to think that the helpless siblings will survive."

Could it be that something happened to the priest of the Blood Order, but he was also a true transcendent and could easily deal with two children.

The mayor's face became serious. He must try to contact the cultists of that sect and grasp the whole situation as soon as possible.

After Irene returned home, she immediately confirmed that her brother was fine, looked around and saw that there was no one else around, and finally took a deep breath.

I hope no one has passed by here during the time I left.

For some unknown reason, all those who passed away were turned into pale ashes, and the corpses seemed to have been dead for a long time.

The ground outside the wooden house was extremely soft. She gripped the cold and rough handle of the shovel and dug hard into the wet ground. She trembled and tiredly buried the ashes in the soil completely.

By the time everything was done, the night was already dark and darkness had fallen.

There was no light in the girl's tired and numb eyes, as if her fear of death and her last innocence were buried deep underground along with the ashes.

——

Late at night a few hours ago.

In a town on the east coast dozens of kilometers away.

"Ah!"

The father and son, Lucius and Byrne, whose surname is Fisher, woke up from their dreams one after another!

The two looked at each other and couldn't speak for a long time.

In their dreams, they heard a kind of whisper that was completely incomprehensible and difficult to get rid of, as if it was the weird murmur of the devil.

The father and son stared with sweat all over their backs.

The red mark that suddenly appeared on the back of his hand was slightly painful, as if it was some kind of nightmare, or like the fate contained in the blood.

"East." The son swallowed his saliva.

"The source of the call is in that direction..."