Chapter 249 Countdown Bell
Carl observed everything around him through Lillian's perspective.
That is Carnia, a country in the northeast of the continent, one of the four eastern countries in the traditional concept.
"It looks like the climate is a little colder and the level of civilization is a little better than Syat, but there is no qualitative difference."
He knew that Kania, the strongest of the four eastern countries, was a country with a serious personality cult.
From numerous nobles to countless commoners, most people worship the first king of Cania.
Observers within the major churches also gave the first king a nickname that was quite recognized, "the mighty giant."
He silently calculated the time, wondering how long Lillian, whom he threw over, could stay.
Although no one can see it, the black mist is like an invisible traction line. It not only exists in reality, but also in the spiritual world.
The black mist connected the two locations in the material world from the spirit world.
Although the distance in the material world is very far, the two locations in the spiritual world have been compressed. In the end, no matter how far the black mist is transmitted, the amount of spiritual power he consumes is the same.
"As long as it is within the world of Krad, no matter where I throw someone, the spiritual power consumed is exactly the same."
He discovered that after staying in Lillian for more than thirty minutes, the black mist that was originally maintained naturally would show signs of dissipating, and he would need to continuously replenish his spiritual power in order to continue to maintain it.
So Carl tried to replenish Lillian's spiritual power so that she could continue to stay in the country called Kania.
"Well, another hour has passed. The spiritual energy consumed at the moment is still bearable."
By calculating the consumption for an hour, Carl came to a rough conclusion.
"With the spiritual power I have now, if I only maintain the black mist connecting one person, I can definitely support it for more than ten days with some left over."
He paused and continued to think.
"But if the number of people being teleported increases, then the energy required to maintain the connection with the black mist will naturally increase exponentially."
What will happen if we don’t replenish our spiritual strength?
Carl thought about it and decided to give it a try.
The flow of spiritual power is interrupted.
After a while, the connection, or bridge, built by the black mist in the spiritual world gradually disappeared.
Then in Kania, a powerful attraction appeared around Lillian.
She wanted to hold the half-orc boy, but her body gradually turned into black mist. The next moment, an arm and then a leg disappeared out of thin air in front of him.
"I'm leaving now!"
Lillian immediately realized that she was about to return to Nasir. Before leaving here completely, she still left behind five gold coins, three bullets and a flintlock rifle that she carried with her.
"Alger, we will meet again. Find a way to survive..."
She thought about it and decided not to invite the other party to go to Syat so as not to expose the family information so easily.
The wolf-eared boy stared blankly at his sister who suddenly appeared and disappeared, looking a little helpless.
The faith deep in his heart burned!
The wolf-eared boy knelt silently on the ground, closed his eyes and prayed.
"Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for saving me. I will use my whole life to repay your kindness. I hope you can protect more people."
He picked up his flintlock, three pellets, and five gold coins, and left the village to embark on his own path.
"I've basically figured out the new abilities I'll gain after the seal is broken."
There seemed to be an invisible map in Carl's mind, and the entire world of Krad was visible at a glance, and there were obviously many platinum spots of light in the scope of the Oden continent.
Those platinum dots of light were the various believers across the continent who had prayed to him and who truly had at least a little faith in him deep in their hearts.
The more devout the believers are, the brighter the light they will eventually show. As for the less devout believers, the light they represent will be slightly dimmer.
In the East Coast Province, nearly a hundred light spots were concentrated, almost connecting into a continuously flickering light spot.
There is no doubt that the spot of light is the people of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult.
The real light spot is actually the island that has been occupied by the Fisher family.
On the island controlled by Lillian, the natives were forced to convert. Most of them prayed to the Lord of the Lost, and some of them had developed some faith after several years of teaching.
Each platinum light spot itself is considered a "transmission point" for Carl. He can build a "bridge" in the spiritual world through the thick black fog, and then teleport one believer to another.
"That's interesting. I have become what is called a teleportation array?"
Carl fell into deep thought, and then realized the power of this ability. As long as his believers could spread all over the world, he could make believers including the Fisher family suddenly appear and disappear around the world.
They can arrive anywhere, do many things, and then leave. No one will know why the "Followers of the Lost Lord" suddenly appear or where they come from.
"Unfortunately, my followers only have a few hundred people on the Oden continent and a few thousand people on the island in the White Sea."
“It would be nice if there were more of them.”
He pondered silently.
"But don't rush it,"
If the headquarters of the Dawn Cult were ever discovered by the Orthodox Church, the entire Fisher family would be wiped out in an instant. At that time, decades of development would return to the pre-liberation era overnight.
——
When Carl released the seal again, huge changes occurred in the spiritual world.
All the people who were exploring the spiritual world at that time could not help but look up in horror and see the black cross in the sky constantly emitting intense light!
The next moment, the breath that seemed to be able to destroy everything seemed to make everything lose its color, causing everyone to tremble deep in their souls!
"Could that thing be the legendary Lost Lord..."
“Once again He caused the visions, and once again we felt the fear in our souls.”
"Up to now, many people have captured the so-called followers of the Lost Lord. Unfortunately, none of them are the ones that the churches really need, and no one has obtained the divine power of the Lord of Redemption."
The old man in the blue robe stared at the black cross light in the sky, and instantly he had the illusion that his soul was destroyed, so he lowered his head and dared not look any further.
"Again."
He is the head of the six major libraries, the director of the Sapphire Library. He came to the spiritual world decades ago and has been exploring, looking for ways to make further breakthroughs.
Up to now, although the curator has figured out many ways, he has not found a path that can definitely make himself stronger.
In fact, he also knew very well that the pursuit of absolute safety was nonsense.
"Perhaps that method is most likely to be effective."
One of the curator's clones that were deployed across the continent of Oden made a very special discovery.
And that very special discovery was related to the terrifying black cross light in the sky, which was called the Lost Lord by the people of the church.
"Byrne? Haha."
The curator fell into deep thought, wondering whether he should take a gamble. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the endless restlessness of the desires in his heart.
——
In the cathedral of the Church of Redemption, in the capital of the Loen Empire in the center of the continent, the old voice of the Pope was heard.
"It has happened again. It's like the countdown to the destruction of the world."
"There are still six seals left. In other words, there are only six more countdown bells left before the world is completely destroyed."
Another young male voice in the church responded.
"Is there really no way to stop it?"
The pope in a white robe said silently: "Only if we wipe out all the followers of the Lost Lord can we have a chance. At least that's what the last oracle left by God said."
Another female voice asked urgently:
"Your Holiness, what should we do? We have set up the Night Watch and the Condemners to expand the search area as much as possible, but there is still no result."
The Pope shook his head slowly and said silently:
"Don't worry, they will show up soon. A heretical sect that has existed for at least several decades cannot hide itself forever."
He paused and asked the two male and female voices about another topic.
"There is one more thing. What is the situation of the Last Blood Cult, also known as the Witch Cult?"
The respondent was silent for a moment, then said, "Four of the five witch soul fragments have been born, and the internal fighting among the pagans who support them has begun. Your Holiness, what should we do?"
The Pope thought for a while and finally said:
"It's simple. We need to find two witches as much as possible and then keep them in custody forever. As long as the final winner never appears, the Witch of the End will not be resurrected."
(End of this chapter)
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