Chapter 77: Son of the Abyss of Destruction
On the deserted street late at night, Byrne, Chris, and other patrol members looked nervous.
The silver-haired boy squatted on the ground, staring at the colorful air in the air and the intricate footprints on the ground.
The various auras were entangled together in an extremely complex manner like silk threads, and a large number of footprints overlapped each other, making it seem impossible to distinguish the specific differences between them.
He smelled the quill used by Mrs. Isaac, and his "tracking sense" supernatural property was activated.
So among the many breaths and footprints, the part belonging to Mrs. Isaac became clearer, and the rest of the breaths and footprints became fainter.
"Isaac Manor."
The boy stood up and calmly said a location.
"Are you sure?"
Byrne was a little surprised. He thought Mrs. Isaac would escape to the jungle, but he didn't expect her to run back to the manor.
Could it be that she thinks the most dangerous place is the safest?
Chris is incredibly useful. I already regret not bringing him along. Maybe he could have a huge impact on the entire battle situation.
He had made up his mind to let young Chris participate in the battlefield in the future, even if Irene might be unhappy.
The importance of "searching the enemy" was extremely obvious in this battle. Winning or losing in a war has no necessary relationship with the strength of the force. Byrne gradually understood this.
"Go quickly, no matter what she wants to do or what she is going 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.
As the group was on their way to Isaac Manor, Byrne suddenly felt an alarm bell!
That is a reminder from the great Lord of the Lost!
What exactly happened?
Madam Isaac is clearly at the end of her strength. What kind of waves can she, a bloodline knight who rose to the top from the origin, make?
Just as they arrived at the northern city area, they suddenly saw a huge amount of water gushing out from the direction of Isaac Manor, rushing in all directions like a tsunami, quickly submerging many houses and buildings!
There were actually huge eyes as big as human bodies in the sea water. They stared at the creatures fleeing in all directions, as if they could control the flow of the tide.
A large amount of sea water 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 the living people into pieces with their extremely terrifying sharp mouths and suck the blood that spilled from the flesh.
Everyone was extremely shocked. Byrne said decisively, "Everyone, run to the south city! The terrain over there is higher!"
Byrne knew it was only a matter of time before the sea water flooded the entire northern city area.
But after everyone ran for a while, he was extremely shocked to discover a horrifying fact, and he was instantly terrified!
Because it was not a natural tide at all, it did not obey the normal laws of physics at all. It not only surged towards the low-lying areas, but also climbed up towards the higher-lying South City.
Byrne recalled the banned books he had read, which mentioned an introduction to this mysterious existence!
That's the sea devil!
The powerful followers of Poseidon!
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 continent's top powerhouses who are ranked at the monarch level are qualified to fight it and completely eliminate this extremely powerful mysterious existence!
The power of these people is too weak. It is impossible for them to compete with the powerful mysterious existence. Compared with it, they are like ants.
Nasir, 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 their houses and then scrambled to escape towards the southern city area, while many townspeople who ran slowly were directly swallowed by the sea.
The cold-blooded Son of the Abyss devours every living being with ice-cold force. No living thing on land can escape and will be turned into thick blood by its sharp teeth in the dark sea in an instant.
"Byrne!"
Suddenly, Byrne and Chris saw Irene appear in the corner, followed by many Fisher family guards.
Emile's problem should be solved, but Byrne is no longer in the mood to think about such things.
"The bottle, give me the holy object, Irene!"
He roared extremely forcefully, forcing Irene like never 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 cause any harm to her family.
Byrne suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, snatched the transparent bottle, took a deep breath, and prayed silently under the gaze of Irene and Chris.
"Great Lord of the Lost! I am willing to offer my soul, and I humbly hope that you can perform a miracle to save Fisher and Nasir!"
Take away my lifespan, great Lord of the Lost. Irene should also witness Chris's adulthood and the future of the Fisher family. I can't let her make sacrifices alone.
Byrne was silent for a while, but was incredulous to find that nothing happened.
What is going on?
The key is belief.
Carl originally thought that all his followers could trigger his own power, but now he realizes that this is not the case.
In fact, when Irene first performed the miracle, she was not yet a follower.
Belief is an extremely important element in mysticism. Without sufficient belief, certain rituals cannot be completed.
Lucius, who is suspicious by nature, and Byrne, who is good at thinking and intelligence, are completely no match for Irene in the field of belief.
Although Byrne was truly willing to give everything he had to save his family when he prayed silently, he still had some reservations in the deepest part of his heart.
In his mind, there was a vague thought: "It would be great if the Lord of the Lost could still perform a miracle without taking my soul."
So, the sacrifice failed.
"How could this be?"
Byrne's expression was full of disbelief, he was totally unable to comprehend the current situation.
Which step did I do wrong?
Could it be that the Lord of the Lost will only respond to Irene's requests? Does she have a special physique or soul?
The girl walked over with a relieved smile. Chris wanted to grab her sister, but he still couldn't reach out.
"Let me do it, Byrne. Everyone has their own destiny."
"And my destiny is to save you and sacrifice myself for the Fisher family. That is the destiny bestowed upon me by my great Lord, and it is the only hope I can hold in my hands."
In fact, I’m glad I got to do this.
Irene calmly took the holy object from the man's hand, calmly looked at the North City area that had been nearly half devoured, closed her eyes, and silently prayed to the great Lord of the Lost.
Most of the family guards had already run away, leaving only a few still standing around trembling, but they were extremely nervous.
The girl's whisper was so soft that the terrified guards could not hear it at all. They just thought she was praying to the great Savior.
"Great Lord of the Lost."
"I ask you to show your great power and have mercy on us humble ones."
"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. I am willing to sacrifice my past, present, and future for it."
…
Carl felt that strong belief again.
A light blue soul lights up in the girl's chest, surrounded by pure white representing longevity, pink representing emotion, blue representing memory, deep red representing senses, and orange representing wisdom.
His invisible will emerged high in the sky, overlooking the entire town and the mysterious existence of the Howling North City. Everything seemed so small.
Nasir, indeed, is like an anthill being flooded by the current.
Suddenly, Carl deeply felt the intense fear emanating from the sea monster, and a sense of hunger erupted 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?
(End of this chapter)
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