Chapter 283: The Fourth Ladder "Shepherd"
White Sea.
The Dawn Cult has controlled the isolated island for more than ten years.
Inside a dilapidated wooden house, a taciturn middle-aged man was sharpening a knife.
His thin body leaned forward slightly, holding the whetstone, carefully sharpening the knife. The sound of friction between the blade and the whetstone could be heard continuously.
At this moment, a dark-skinned boy walked in from outside the door.
Middle-aged men also stop sharpening their knives.
"uncle."
"Do you really still believe in a sea monster that calls itself a god?"
The dark-skinned boy had red eyes as he questioned his uncle who was trembling all over. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the boy with complicated emotions in his eyes.
The boy continued, "It's just a monster, not a god at all, and it can't protect us!"
"you……"
The middle-aged man slowly stood up and pointed the knife at the boy.
This island has been controlled by the Fisher family for more than ten years, and most of the new generation of White Sea natives on the island have accepted the new beliefs.
Especially in the past five years, Lillian received a series of suggestions from Christine and did a lot of things using the huge wealth held by the Fisher family.
Not only did she preach on the island and build magnificent statues, she also established a school on the island and regularly treated physical illnesses for a small number of the more devout natives.
To put it simply, it means that the very few indigenous people whose faith and loyalty are high enough will be treated completely differently from their fellow tribesmen.
As a result, the new generation on the island, as well as the indigenous people who changed their beliefs, all believed in the great Lost Lord more and more spontaneously.
Whether it is the school admission quota, the quota for use of the "Spirit Returning Tree", or the allocation of many life resources, they are all limited things that should be cherished.
Among the tens of thousands of White Sea natives on the island, only the best ones can compete for it.
The middle-aged man walked closer and closer to the boy with a knife in his hand, his voice almost a growl.
“You don’t understand God!”
The young man still stared, without taking a step back, and said:
"What's the point of believing in that monster? Is it really good to sacrifice people every year? It's not enough to sacrifice fishermen from the East Coast, but they even want to sacrifice my parents to it..."
The middle-aged man suddenly raised the knife, looking almost crazy.
Suddenly, a dozen guards of the Order of the Dawn rushed in with flintlock rifles, led by a Dawnbreaker who had embarked on the second step of the Path to Divine Sacrifice, "The Listener".
The boy took a deep breath and pointed at his uncle.
"I want to report him. He still believes in the monsters in the sea. He was the one who destroyed school facilities and killed two cult guards and a student a few days ago!"
The uncle widened his eyes, looked at his nephew in disbelief, and clenched the knife in his hand.
The Dawnbringer sneered and said loudly: "The noise you made while escaping that day was discovered by the 'Ears'. Do you think you can hide the evil in your heart?"
"Even if he doesn't report you, you can't escape!"
The boy closed his eyes in pain.
My uncle suddenly roared, raised his hand and swung the blade, and flames suddenly burned on his body without any warning.
"Poseidon is supreme! O violent Poseidon, one day you will completely destroy these scums!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the Dawnbreaker raised his gun and shouted:
"Be careful, he is indeed a transcendent!"
The boy opened his eyes in horror, but did not take a step back. Instead, he stood there, staring at the flames burning on his uncle's body.
That flame is so small, it is insignificant compared to the great Lord of the Lost!
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
The uncle rushed towards his nephew with a knife in his hand, wanting to die together with the traitor, but dozens of bullets hit his body and seriously injured him in an instant.
Looking at his uncle lying on the ground, bleeding and about to die, the boy fell into deep silence.
He squatted down and said firmly, "Uncle, the Poseidon Cult is finished. The so-called 'Poseidon' is nothing but a man-eating monster. It ate my parents and the parents of many others."
"Only the great Lord of the Lost is the only way out for us White Sea people!"
The uncle kept trembling, and barely stretched out his weak hands to grab the boy's neck. The scarlet blood left a mark on his neck.
The rough palm mixed with blood still fell to the ground.
The boy stood up silently, gasping loudly and feeling a sharp tinnitus in his ears.
Soon, he heard the Dawnbringer speak.
"What's your name?"
"Ian."
"Come on, I'll take you to see that adult."
"Um."
Ian nodded slightly. Finally he had the chance to meet the adult.
That man has immense power.
Just one sentence can decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people on this island.
More than ten years ago, that adult suddenly descended from the sky with the members of the Dawn Order and completely changed the fate of the natives on the island.
The boy even often felt that there might be no one in the world more terrifying than that adult!
Leaving the cabin, Ian followed the Dawnbreaker.
They came to a huge cave, and when the boy looked up, he could see many indigenous laborers, still working tirelessly to build a magnificent statue of the Lost Lord.
The great Lord of the Lost, His magnificent statue has been under construction for more than ten years, but it has not yet been completely completed. The young man could not help but stare at it, praying from the bottom of his heart with tears in his eyes.
Great Lord of the Lost.
Please be merciful and protect us.
As people of Baihai, we can also become your loyal believers and hope to have the opportunity to be favored by you.
I’m Ian.
I crave your mercy!
Finally, after passing through the cave, the two came to a flat ground and stood outside a three-story villa. It vaguely had the architectural structure of the Fisher Manor, but it was far different in scale.
The Dawnbringer glanced at the boy not far away and said indifferently, "Wait here and don't run around."
Ian nodded calmly: "Okay, Mr. Dawnbreaker, I will follow your orders."
The Dawnbreaker went into the villa to report the news, and after a while, the boy was finally allowed to enter the house.
"I have finally waited until this day..."
Ian was very nervous. He took a deep breath and finally calmed himself down. He walked into the house somewhat stiffly.
He had seen that adult several times from a distance and knew that she was a gorgeous woman, extremely loyal to the great Lord of the Lost, and possessed incredibly powerful supernatural powers.
That lady is powerful, beautiful, and terrifying. So far, too many people on the island have been executed by her because of their stubborn belief in the sea god.
When the natives saw her, they were filled with fear and knelt on the ground in trepidation.
Ian certainly didn't want to be one of those executed. He also knew that the Cult of Poseidon was about to be completely destroyed, and there were thousands of people like him on the White Sea. They should not be destroyed along with the monster in the deep sea.
There were many things in the hall inside the villa, and there were servants standing there, but there was no sign of that lord.
Although he couldn't see where the person was, Ian still knelt down respectfully in the hall.
A proud female voice came from a nearby house.
"You are Ian?"
He immediately replied, "I am."
Lillian in the room thought for a moment and continued, "Ian, I know your situation. You are the Baihai person with the best academic performance in the past five years."
"Yes."
Ian nodded calmly.
He was born with a talent for being sensitive to numbers and found the basic math problems in school extremely easy.
Lillian's voice came again.
"If you pass the final test, you will get a chance..."
"As for whether you can seize this opportunity and whether the great Him will grant you strength in the end, it depends on whether you are devout enough."
Ian was stunned for a moment, then immediately became ecstatic, he knew there was a good chance he would become a convert!
So far, only a handful of White Sea natives have been able to become converts!
Lillian suddenly said, "By the way, I heard that you like reading very much and even stole books."
Ian seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and his body suddenly tensed up. After hesitating for a moment, he admitted it and nodded:
"Yes, Lady Lillian, I love reading, so I stole a math book."
He immediately added: "I have already received the whipping that time, and later I swore to the great Lord of the Lost that I would never steal again in this life."
"I see, I like reading..."
Lillian fell into deep thought. Although deep down she couldn't accept that such a person would appear among the natives, she could indeed guess what kind of long steps to godhood the book-loving boy outside would take if he became a convert.
After Ian left, Lillian in the room also closed her eyes and felt the new power she had gained yesterday.
Recently, she finally stepped onto the fourth step and became a "herder".
The promotion ceremony to become a "herder" is to help the god you believe in and gain a sufficient number of believers. Lillian roughly estimated that it would take several thousand people.
She couldn't help but sigh.
"If the Fisher family was located in the center of the continent, they would not be able to come to the White Sea, a chaotic area without a clear order. It would be very difficult to generate a large number of believers."
After becoming a "herder", she gained 30 physical strength, 170 spiritual strength, and only one extraordinary power, but it was very powerful.
The name of that supernatural power is "Shepherd".
When believers of gods pass away, the "shepherds" can communicate with their souls and make them voluntarily become the dead for their own use.
There are many restrictions on the "Shepherd". The dead can only follow the "Shepherd" for a maximum of three years, and the "Shepherd" cannot take in souls stronger than himself.
The number of souls that a "herder" can drive is limited. In the fourth-level "herder" stage, he can only herd one soul at most. When his own strength is increased again, the number of souls he can herd will also increase.
Sending the dead to fight will continuously deplete the shepherd's own spiritual power.
Lillian was very grateful to the great Lord of the Lost for giving her such divine power!
If someone in the sect still has attachment to the secular world when leaving, and still wants to serve Him in the material world, this sacred power can be useful!
In the past year, many people from the Fisher family have stepped onto the fourth step. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but it did make everyone happy.
Lillian raised her head and prayed devoutly.
"Great Lord of the Lost, please protect my father and let him step onto that ladder."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
