From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

On the deserted street in the middle of the night, Byrne, Chris, and the patrol members looked nervous.

The silver-haired boy squatted on the ground, staring at the colorful smells in the air and the intricate footprints on the ground.

The smells were like silk threads, entangled in great complexity, and a large number of footprints overlapped each other. It seemed impossible to distinguish the specific differences between them.

He smelled the feather pen used by Mrs. Isaac, and the "tracking sense" supernatural property was activated.

So among the many smells and footprints, the part belonging to Mrs. Isaac became clearer, and the rest of the smells and footprints became fainter.

"Isaac Manor."

The boy stood up and calmly said a place.

"Are you sure?"

Byrne was a little surprised. He thought Mrs. Isaac would escape to the jungle, but she ran back to the manor.

Could it be that she thought the most dangerous place was the safest?

Chris's usefulness was amazing, and he regretted not bringing him with him. Perhaps it could greatly affect the entire battle situation.

He had made up his mind that even if Irene might be dissatisfied, he would let the young Chris participate in the battlefield in the future.

The importance of "searching for the enemy" in this battle is extremely obvious. Winning or losing in a war is not necessarily related to the strength of the force. Byrne gradually understood this.

"Go quickly, no matter what she wants to do, kill this woman immediately!"

Byrne could not tolerate Mrs. Isaac's behavior of giving that potion to his wife, and hated her deeply in his heart.

On the way to Isaac Manor, Byrne suddenly felt an alarm!

That was a reminder from the great Lord of the Lost!

What happened?

Mrs. Isaac was obviously at the end of her strength. What waves could she, a blood knight who rose from the origin, make?

Just when they came to the North City District, they suddenly saw a large amount of water pouring out from the direction of Isaac Manor, rushing in all directions like a tsunami, quickly submerging many houses and buildings!

There were huge eyes like human bodies in the sea water, staring at the creatures fleeing in all directions, as if they could control the flow of the tide.

A large amount of seawater quickly flooded the entire street outside Isaac Manor. Once the bodies of mortals were caught in it, they would be preyed upon by the "eyes". They would tear into extremely terrifying sharp mouths and completely tear the living people apart, sucking the blood scattered from the flesh.

Everyone was extremely shocked, and Byrne said very decisively: "Everyone, run to the South City! The terrain over there is higher!"

Byrne knew that it was only a matter of time before the seawater flooded the entire North City.

But after everyone ran for a while, he was extremely shocked to find a horrible fact, and he was instantly horrified!

Because it was not a natural tide at all, it did not follow the normal laws of physics at all. It not only surged to the low-lying areas, but also climbed up to the higher-lying South City.

Byrne recalled the banned books he had read, which mentioned the introduction of this mysterious existence!

That is the sea demon!

The powerful followers of the sea god!

It is a mysterious existence born from the concept of "tsunami", and the people of the sea clan and the Poseidon Cult respectfully call it the "Son of the Abyss of Destruction"!

Only the top masters of the continent who are ranked at the monarch level are qualified to fight with it and completely eliminate this extremely powerful mysterious existence!

The power of these people is too weak, and it is impossible to compete with the powerful mysterious existence. Compared with it, they are like ants.

Nasir, which is like an ant nest, is about to be destroyed in the tide!

Many people in the town who were awakened by the sound of the tide ran out of the house, and then rushed to the south city area, and many townspeople who ran slowly were directly swallowed by the sea.

The ruthless son of the abyss devoured every living being coldly, and any living creature on land could not escape. In an instant, it would be turned into thick blood by sharp teeth in the dark sea water.

"Byrne!"

Suddenly, Byrne and Chris saw Irene's figure appear in the corner, followed by many guards of the Fisher family.

Emile's problem should be solved, but Byrne is no longer in the mood to think about such things.

"Bottle, give me the holy object, Irene!"

He roared very forcefully, forcing Irene more than ever before.

Half of the northern city area has been submerged, and anyone can see that the destruction of the entire Nasir is only a matter of time.

At this point, they can only ask for a miracle.

However, Irene shook her head and took out the transparent bottle, still intending to sacrifice herself, and not wanting to let her family suffer any losses.

Byrne suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, snatched the transparent bottle, took a deep breath, and prayed silently in the eyes of Irene and Chris.

"Great Lord of the Lost! I am willing to offer my soul, but I humbly hope that you can send down a miracle to save Fisher and save Nasir!"

Take away my life, great Lord of the Lost, Irene, she should also witness Chris's adulthood, the future of the Fisher family, I can't let her make sacrifices alone.

Byrne was silent for a while, but found unbelievably that nothing happened.

What happened?

The key is belief.

Carl originally thought that all followers could trigger his power, but now he realizes that this is not the case.

In fact, when Irene first triggered the miracle, she was not yet a follower.

Faith is an extremely important element in mysticism. Without sufficient faith, it is naturally impossible to complete certain rituals.

Lucius, who is suspicious by nature, and Byrne, who is good at thinking and intelligence, are completely inferior to Irene in the field of faith.

Although Byrne is willing to give everything to save his family when he prays silently, he still has a little reservation in the deepest part of his heart.

In his mind, there is a vague idea that "if the Lord of Loss can still perform miracles without taking my soul."

So, the sacrifice failed.

"How could this be?"

Byrne's expression was full of disbelief, and he couldn't understand the current situation at all.

What step did he do wrong?

Could it be that the Lord of Loss only responds to Irene's request? Is she a special physique or soul?

The girl walked over with a relieved smile. Chris wanted to grab his sister, but still couldn't reach out.

"Let me do it, Byrne. Everyone has their own destiny."

"And my destiny is to save you and sacrifice for the Fisher family. That is the destiny given to me by the great Lord, and it is the only hope I can hold in my hands."

In fact, I am very glad that I can do this.

Erin calmly took the holy object from the man's hand, calmly looked at the North City District that was nearly half swallowed up, closed her eyes, and silently prayed to the great Lord of Loss.

Most of the family guards had already run away, leaving only a few people still trembling around, but they were extremely nervous.

The girl's whisper was very light, and the extremely frightened guards could not hear it clearly at all, but just thought she was praying to the great Lord of Redemption.

"Great Lord of the Lost."

"I ask you to bring down your great power and have mercy on us humble people."

"We are your most humble and devout believers, your most loyal people, and the agents who spread your faith on earth."

"The Fisher family needs your mercy, and I am willing to sacrifice my past, present, and future for it."

...

Karl once again felt that strong belief.

A light blue soul lit up on the girl's chest, surrounded by pure white representing life, pink representing emotion, blue representing memory, deep red representing senses, and orange representing wisdom.

His invisible will emerged in the sky, overlooking the entire town and the mysterious existence of the Howling North City. Everything seemed so small.

Nasir was indeed like an ant nest being submerged by water.

Suddenly, Karl deeply felt the strong fear emanating from the sea monster, and a sense of hunger and thirst broke out from the deepest part of his soul.

In an instant, he understood one thing.

Why do I instinctively desire to "communicate" with those mysterious beings in the spiritual world, while all the mysterious beings try to stay away from me as much as possible?