Chapter 357: Disaster of the Dead
Syat became a kingdom of the dead overnight.
Cities were sacrificed in massive rituals, and many people died, tens of thousands at least.
Then, the God from the outside world came!
The appearance of the singer plunged the whole world into a terrifying silence, and countless dead people ran out of their graves.
They immediately began to harass numerous living creatures.
All human settlements within Syat were attacked, and the dead were heading towards the countries outside Syat.
Anyone killed by the dead will become a new dead, and so they become "contagious" like a plague.
Those dead beings who were resurrected from mortal bodies had no self and no wisdom at all, and the powers they possessed were almost no different from those of ordinary people.
However, the real problem is those extraordinary people who come back from the dead.
Over the past hundreds of years, a large number of the extraordinary people who died on the land of Syat have been resurrected. They still retain a lot of their self-image and wisdom, but their memories and personalities have changed a lot, and they are often full of aggressiveness.
The long-lasting Siat Civil War was interrupted, and people began to fight for survival, constantly resisting wave after wave of the dead.
At the same time, the major orthodox churches also ordered the strong men of the Oden continent to go to Syat, striving to completely suppress the disaster of the dead before the situation deteriorated completely.
However, for the Fisher family, there was nothing more devastating than the loss of the dead.
Another thing made them feel even more deeply frightened!
That is...
The great Lord of the Lost has fallen asleep.
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In a safe and secluded ancient villa in the city of Finn, the believers of the Order of the Dawn stared at the transparent bottle on the altar with worried expressions.
That is not the real holy object, but a replica of the holy object. Nowadays, there are many transparent bottles like this all over Siat, and only the blood recipients of the Dawn Cult will carry it with them at all times.
An elderly blood recipient muttered to himself.
"It's been ten years..."
"Yes, for a full ten years, the great Lord of the Lost has not responded to us again."
"What on earth should we do? How should we do it?"
Their faces were filled with deep worry and confusion, the air was filled with a heavy and tense atmosphere, and everyone's eyes flashed with uneasiness about the unknown future.
"Could it be that the great Him needs our rescue?"
"Do you believe He is asleep?"
"Some people say that He has left us, just like the righteous gods, but I don't believe it."
The believers were talking among themselves, their voices low but full of urgency.
This is one of the branches of the Order of Dawn, and the priest of this branch is Ms. Vanessa, a member of the Fisher family who is deeply favored by God.
She was the first generation of Dawnbreaker of the Order of Dawn, the original Dawnbreaker. She had a high status and prestige in the hearts of the believers. In recent years, she had also become a pious person, so she was qualified to become a priest.
Lillian is now the high priestess of the Dawn Cult, and below her, including Vanessa, there are five other devout people serving as priests in the entire Dawn Cult.
According to rumors that have long been around, believers all know that High Priest Lillian's life is coming to an end and she may leave at any time. The appointment of the next high priest of the Dawn Cult is still undecided.
Over the past ten years, the rampant spread of the Calamity of the Dead caused people who were already suffering from the war to be even more eager for faith. The Fisher family took the opportunity to absorb many new believers, and the number of believers swelled to tens of thousands.
Furthermore, although all the believers who joined the Order of the Dawn in the new decade were blood recipients, a large portion of them did not receive the potion but were mortals.
A large number of mortals suffered unexpected disasters in this catastrophe, and they were absorbed by various secret forces in their desire for salvation.
However, the Fisher family's actions have become more covert.
Because in the past ten years, dozens of foreign monarchs and powerful men have come to the four eastern countries at the call of the Orthodox Church to suppress the disaster of the dead.
Before coming to the East, they had an agreement with the Orthodox Churches that they would not attack the locals without reason. They only responded to the call and helped suppress the dead, so they did not affect the situation in the four eastern countries in the past ten years.
Thanks to these dozens of powerful monarchs recruited by the churches, the disaster of the dead was suppressed to a great extent within ten years, and most of the undead were eliminated.
Today, there are no longer large numbers of the dead appearing. Only a small number of the dead with extraordinary powers remain, hiding in the dark and struggling to survive.
Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to solve the disaster of the dead relying solely on the extraordinary people in the four eastern countries.
In recent times, there has always been a blood-red moon in the sky.
People don't know why it appeared.
“Is the vision of the red moon a warning from the Lord to us?”
An elderly believer frowned, folded his hands over his chest, and looked into the distance outside the villa, trying to find the answer in the dark night.
"Yes, the sudden disaster of the dead and the inexplicable strange red moonlight are both frightening."
A middle-aged woman next to her took over the conversation, her eyes slightly red, and she was obviously full of worry.
Her daughter had been missing for seven years. In order to find her daughter, she was willing to join the Dawn Cult and voluntarily donated part of her family property.
"Did we do something wrong to deserve such a warning from the gods?"
"No, no, we must not presume to speculate on God's will."
A young blood recipient stood up and everyone immediately looked at him with admiration. Although the young blood recipient was very young, he did have extraordinary powers.
Those blood recipients who gained extraordinary powers after receiving blood were privately called "real blood recipients", and their status in the Dawn Cult was indeed much higher.
And thousands of believers need to make sufficient contributions to have a chance to obtain the magic potion that opens the long steps to godhood.
His eyes revealed determination and faith.
"The great Lord of the Lost is merciful. Each of His wills is full of profound meaning. We should pray more devoutly and seek inner peace and wisdom to understand and comply with God's will."
"But facing this predicament, what should we do?"
Someone else raised a question, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in his voice.
"It's been a full ten years since the Calamity of the Dead came to an end. Our homes and our loved ones are facing unprecedented threats!"
"It is precisely because of this that we need to unite as one and strengthen our faith!"
A middle-aged blood recipient wearing a monocle, who was originally repairing a mechanical watch in his hand, suddenly raised his head and spoke slowly. His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.
“We must firmly believe that no matter what difficulties we encounter, as long as we have faith in our hearts, there is nothing we cannot overcome. Let us pray together and ask for God’s blessing and guidance!”
The middle-aged blood recipient wearing a monocle is named Owen, and in the eyes of ordinary people he is a watchmaker.
He is the third generation of Dawnbreaker, a contemporary of Colin and others. He has joined the Order of Dawn for decades and has already embarked on the third level of the casting path, the "Sculptor". He is also the host of this gathering and has a very high status. He can even speak to the high and mighty God-favored ones of the Fisher family!
All people admire and respect him.
As Owen finished speaking, everyone bowed their heads and prayed.
The whole room fell into silence again, with only the faint candlelight flickering, illuminating their pious faces. At this moment, all worries and uneasiness seemed to be soothed by an invisible force, and replaced by an unprecedented firmness and hope.
Owen took a deep breath and continued, "Lord, you will wake up soon."
“At that time, He will bring the Kingdom of God to earth!”
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In the early morning of Nasir City, a tranquil and solemn atmosphere quietly permeates. The first light of dawn on the horizon, like light colors gently applied by a delicate painter, gradually awakens the sleeping city from the night.
The ancient clock tower is looming in the mist, and the melodious bell sounds penetrate the mist, echoing in the quiet streets, announcing that a new day is about to begin.
Shops along the street opened their heavy wooden doors or iron window grilles one after another. The freshly baked bread in the bakeries exuded an enticing wheat aroma, which intertwined with the rich coffee smell wafting from the cafes in the distance, forming a unique scent in the early morning.
An old man with a hooked nose and a silver-haired girl came to Nasir.
"Is this Nasir City?" the old man asked, squinting his eyes.
The silver-haired girl has red pupils and wears a fluffy skirt. She looks like an exquisite doll.
She nodded slightly in lieu of a verbal response.
The old man had a hooked nose, was leaning on a cane, had an owl-like face, was slightly hunched over, and wore a thin but powerful body under a black suit. There was a look in his eyes that showed a strong mockery of the whole world.
"Okay, we have to cooperate with the Fisher family. They should be able to help us, hehe."
"If this family won't help us, then disappear from this world!"
(End of this chapter)
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