Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 249 The countdown bell
Karl observed everything around him through Lilian's perspective.

That is Kania, a country in the northeast of the mainland, one of the four eastern countries in the traditional concept.

"It seems that the climate is slightly colder and the level of civilization is better than that of Siyate, but there is no qualitative difference."

He knew that Kania, the strongest among the four eastern countries, was a country with a serious personality cult.

From numerous nobles to countless commoners, most people worshiped the first king of Kania.

Observers within several major churches also gave the first-generation king a rather recognized nickname, "The Mighty Giant."

He silently counted the time, wondering how long Lilian could stay after being thrown over by him.

Although no one can see it, the black mist is like an invisible traction line. It not only exists in reality, but also exists in the spiritual world at the same time.

Black mist connects two locations in the physical world from the spiritual 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's within Krad's world, no matter where I throw people, the spiritual power consumed will be exactly the same."

He found that after staying in Lilian for more than thirty minutes, the black mist that was naturally maintained would show signs of dissipation, and he would need to continuously replenish subsequent spiritual power to continue to maintain it.

So Karl tried to replenish his spiritual power so that Lilian could continue to stay in the country called Kania.

"Well, another hour has passed, and the spiritual power currently consumed is still bearable."

By calculating the consumption by maintaining it for an hour, Karl came to a rough conclusion.

"With the spiritual power I currently have in reserve, if I only maintain the black mist connecting one person, I can definitely sustain it for more than ten days and still have some leftover."

He paused and continued thinking.

"But if the number of people teleported increases, then the consumption required for me to maintain the connection with the black mist will naturally increase exponentially."

What will happen if we don’t replenish our spiritual power?

Carl thought for a while and decided to try it.

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.

So in Kania, a powerful attraction appeared beside Lillian.

She still wanted to hold the half-orc boy, but her body gradually turned into black mist. The next moment, an arm disappeared out of thin air in front of him, and then a leg.

"I'm leaving!"

Lilian immediately understood that she was about to return to Nasir. Before leaving here completely, she still left five gold coins, three bullets and a flintlock gun with her.

"Alger, we will meet again, find a way to survive..."

She thought about it and decided not to invite him to Siyat, as she would not expose her family's information so easily.

The wolf-eared boy stared blankly at his sister who suddenly appeared and then disappeared, looking a little at a loss.

The faith deep within him burned!

The wolf-eared boy silently knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to pray.

"Great Lord of the Lost, thank you for saving me. I will use my whole life to repay your gift. I hope you can protect more people."

He picked up a flintlock, three bullets, and five gold coins, and left the village to embark on his own path.

"The new abilities gained after the seal is released are basically clear."

There seemed to be an invisible large map in Karl's mind, and the entire world of Krad could be seen at a glance, and there were obviously many platinum light spots in the Oden continent.

Those platinum points of light are all kinds of believers across the continent who have prayed to him and who really have at least a little faith in their hearts.

The more devout believers, the brighter the light they can ultimately display. As for the less devout believers, the light spots they represent are slightly dimmer.

In the East Coast Province, nearly a hundred light spots were so concentrated that they almost connected into one continuous flashing light spot.

There is no doubt that that patch of light is the members of the Fisher family and the Dawn Order.

The real spot of light is actually the island occupied by the Fisher family.

On the island controlled by Lilian, the natives were forced to convert. Most people had prayed to the Lost Lord, and some people had developed a little faith after several years of teaching.

Each platinum light point itself can be regarded as a "teleportation point" for Karl. He can build a "bridge" in the spiritual world through the rich black mist, and then teleport one believer to another. "It's a bit interesting. It means that I became the so-called... teleportation array?"

Karl was deep in thought, and then realized the power of this ability. As long as his followers could spread all over the world, he could make believers, including the Fisher family, suddenly appear and disappear around the world.

They can arrive at any place, do many things, and then leave, and no one will know why the "followers of the Lost Lord" suddenly appeared or where they came from.

"It's a pity that I only have a few hundred followers on the continent of Oden and a few thousand on the island in the White Sea."

"It would be nice if there were more."

He thought silently.

"However, we can't rush it,"

If the Church of the Dawn discovers its headquarters by the Righteous God Church, the entire Fisher family will be wiped out in an instant. At that time, decades of development will return to before liberation overnight.

-

When Karl released the seal again, huge changes occurred in the spiritual world.

All the people who were exploring the spiritual world at that time couldn't help but raise their heads in horror and saw the black cross in the sky continuously shining with fierce light!

The next moment, the aura that seemed to be able to destroy all things seemed to make everything lose its color, making everyone feel trembling deep in their souls!

"Could that thing be the legendary Lost Lord..."

"Once again He caused a vision, and once again we felt the terror of our souls."

"So far, many people have caught hold of the so-called believers of the Lost Lord. Unfortunately, no one is really needed by the church. So far, no one has obtained the divine power of the Lord of Redeemer."

The old man in blue robe stared at the black cross of light in the sky. He suddenly had the illusion that his soul was being destroyed, so he lowered his head and did not dare to continue looking.

"Again."

He is the director of the Sapphire Library, the head of the six major libraries. He came to the spiritual world decades ago, constantly exploring, looking for ways to make further breakthroughs.

Until now, although the curator has explored many ways, he has not found a path that can make him stronger.

In fact, he is also very clear that pursuing absolutely safe methods is nonsense.

"Perhaps, that method is most likely to be effective."

One of the clones placed by the curator across the Oden continent made a very special discovery.

And that very special discovery is related to the frightening black light of the cross in the sky, which is what the people of the church call the Lost Lord.

"Thank you? Haha."

The curator fell into deep contemplation. He was thinking about whether to take a gamble. The more he thought about it, the more he noticed the almost endless restlessness of desire deep in his heart.

-

In the capital of the Lorne Empire in the center of the continent, in the cathedral of the Church of Redemption, the pope's old voice came.

"It's happening again. It's like a countdown to the destruction of the world."

"There are still six seals. In other words, there are only six countdown bells left, and then the world will be destroyed."

Another young male voice in the church answered.

"Is there really no way to stop it?"

The Pope, wearing a white robe, said silently: "Kill all the followers of the Lost Lord so that we can have a chance, at least this is the last oracle left by God."

Another female voice asked urgently:
"Your Majesty the Pope, what are we going to do? Now we have set up a night watchman and condemners to expand the search area as much as possible, but we still have no results for the time being."

The Pope slowly shook his head and said silently:
"Don't worry, they will appear soon. A heretical sect that has existed for at least decades cannot hide itself forever."

He paused and asked the two male and female voices another topic.

"One more thing, the Last Blood Order, also known as the Witch Cult, how is their situation?"

The answerer was silent for a moment and said: "Four of the five witch soul fragments have been born, and the internal fighting among the heretics who support them has begun. Your Majesty the Pope, what should we do?"

The Pope thought for a while and finally said:
"It's very simple. We have to find two witches as much as possible, and then contain them permanently. As long as the final winner never appears, the Final Witch will not be resurrected."

(End of this chapter)