Chapter 34: Praying to the Lost Lord

As the Fisher family continued to move forward, crossing the jungle, 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 was not coming back yet.

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

He said that the Father had already led away some of the enemies.

When he fought alongside his father or faced danger alone, Byrne had never felt so nervous, but now he was filled with fear and anxiety deep in his heart.

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

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

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

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

Did we survive?

However, they soon saw a dark shadow in the distance with a shudder.

Everyone's face changed completely. The Rhea cavalry were rushing towards this side, and they even subconsciously wanted to run back into 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 no choice but to prepare for a desperate fight.

Among the remaining seventy-plus people, there were only thirteen guards capable of fighting. Even if Irene and Byrne were included, there were only fifteen people who could be considered combat-ready.

There were more than fifty cavalrymen coming towards them, and the leading black-armored knight was even riding a black warhorse with Warcraft bloodline. His strength was definitely very powerful.

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

"Is everything going to end?"

Irene 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 instantly seemed to have returned to more than five years ago.

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

Yes, everything is so similar!

An expression of nostalgia and piety appeared on Irene's face.

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

No matter Syats or Rheans, they all believed in the so-called gods, so why did they still kill each other? What else could those high and mighty gods do except watch coldly?

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

Irene already knew that only by praying to Him could the Fisher family achieve the destiny they hoped for!

The Rhea cavalry got 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, causing a small amount of electric sparks to rise in the snow.

He came alone to the crowd about ten meters away and said in a very calm voice: "Getting involved in things that are not meant for you is a shortcut to death for the weak."

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

He is a descendant of the top Meyer family and possesses the powerful bloodline inheritance of "Anzenos", one of the ancient magical beasts. Even among the powerful metamorphic-level warriors, 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 could even feel the warmth in the bitter winter. The blazing wall of fire rising around him made it impossible for anyone to escape.

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

He also possesses extremely powerful bloodline power. He can kill everyone with just a raise of his hand. 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 but look at the transparent bottle wrapped in cloth in Irene's hand. Could it be that the other party was coming for the Lord of the Lost from the beginning?

The sounds of crying, wailing, and begging for mercy were heard continuously for a while.

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

He needs to solve the problem quickly.

We can't stay any longer, the death threat from the Duke of Dark Iron is on the way.

Burlat stretched out his hand and slowly clenched it. The wall of fire around him gradually moved inwards. In a while, those dozens of people would be completely reduced to ashes.

Everyone completely collapsed. Amidst the wailing, screaming, begging, and crying, there were also completely different and out-of-place sounds.

Byrne hugged Chris tightly and looked at Irene who was kneeling on the ground with her eyes closed and praying. He 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, like the whisper of fate, the last prayer.

“The future He sees will surely be carried out according to His great will. Everything we are experiencing now is just a test given by Him.”

Her voice was extremely pious and powerful, it was the result of a fundamental and unshakable faith.

"Great Lord of the Lost, your will is the destiny we must follow. I hope you can listen to my humble prayer. I am willing to offer you my soul, body, past, and future, everything that should belong to you!"

"Please forgive my greed. I only ask that you can save the desperate Fisher family, save those who are about to suffer, repay cruelty with a cruel blade, and cleanse the enemies before you with destruction!"

The flames were about to burn them and death was approaching, but for some reason, Byrne and the others were attracted to this scene.

Irene calmly uncovered the cloth wrapped around the transparent bottle in her arms and held it high.

Carl's invisible will had risen high in the air, and he saw the colorful lights emerging from the girl's body, her lifespan, emotions, memories, senses, and wisdom.

He could clearly feel that the Black-Armored Knight was strong enough to resist a very strong curse, and that the lowest-level "weapon" was not enough to kill him.

Even if he used up all the spiritual power he had accumulated, he would not be able to kill all the enemies.

Fortunately, it only consumes spiritual power and not the upper limit of the soul's capacity, so it will not affect the progress of lifting the seal.

Carl focused his attention and used all his spiritual power to draw out more white light, until fully 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, with waves of excitement and admiration rising in their hearts. They saw an endless amount of white light bursting out in the sky, it was almost the third sun in the daytime!

It stands side by side with the scorching sun and the shining sun in the sky, making all colors become more intense!

It’s like three suns in the sky!

It's like a miracle!

(End of this chapter)