Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 345: The Witch is Born!

A village in the East Coast Province is surrounded by lush oak forests, with a few squirrels occasionally jumping among the treetops.

In the center of the village is an old Storm Church with a spire pointing straight to the sky. The windows are inlaid with stained glass, and the sunlight shines through the glass onto the ground, forming colorful light and shadows.

The church bells ring on time in the early morning and evening, melodious and solemn, echoing in every corner of the village.

There is an open field on the edge of the village. Golden ears of wheat sway in the breeze, emitting bursts of wheat fragrance. At the end of the field is a winding and clear river, in which fish can be clearly seen swimming.

Today's afternoon should have been the same as every day before, just a very peaceful afternoon, but the harmony of the village was broken by the sudden army attack!

"Help!"

"It's the royal army! The Royal Family of Yardley!"

"Why? Why would King Noah attack his own people!?"

The originally tranquil sky was shrouded in smoke and flames of war. The sounds of horse hooves and war drums intertwined, and the army poured out from behind the distant hills like a tide.

They were dressed in uniform armor, holding sharp weapons, with coldness and determination flashing in their eyes. They were like a nightmare made of steel, sweeping across the entire village in an instant.

"what!"

"Help!"

"Do not kill me!"

The villagers were panicked and ran around, with fear and helplessness written all over their faces.

"Fight with you!"

Some young people bravely stood up, took up arms, and tried to resist the army's attack and protect their homes.

However, the army's offensive was fierce and swift, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, easily killing all the villagers. The houses were burning in flames, and the air was filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder and scorched earth.

In this chaos, the Church of the Storm became the last line of defense.

The villagers flocked to the church to pray for protection from the vast storm master, and the church bells sounded more solemn and heavy in the war.

However, the army's attack did not stop, they surrounded the church and tried to force the villagers to surrender.

"Come out everyone, I'll spare your lives!"

"come out!"

"I'll burn you to death if you keep hiding!"

Although the soldiers of the army kept making intimidations, they never dared to attack the church of the Storm Church, even though the priest here was just a transcendent who had ascended from the origin.

But everyone knows that openly attacking the church means provoking the powerful church!
Compared with the several ancient and huge orthodox churches, the entire Syat Kingdom is nothing.

When the war gradually subsided, the village had changed beyond recognition. The once beautiful fields turned into ruins, and the sudden military attack brought endless suffering to the village.

After the fruitless attacks on large cities, the armies of both sides began to disperse to various places and continuously attacked the enemy's villages and towns.

The strategy of taking one step at a time is undoubtedly correct. As long as the villages and towns are occupied and destroyed on a large scale, the city's production and the supply of the army's needs will soon be unsustainable, and even the large amount of extraordinary materials needed to maintain the city-level barrier will be cut off.

The war has completely entered a stalemate, both sides are depleting each other, and ordinary Syat people have also entered the most painful period. Their situation is even worse than when they went to war with Rhea.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ruins of the village, casting a layer of golden light on the broken walls.

On a land ravaged by war, a devout believer of the Church of the Storm knelt among the broken stones, his eyes filled with endless sorrow and longing.

His hands were clenched tightly, palms facing up, as if he was holding up a heavy prayer. His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and firm.

"Great God, Lord of the vast storm, please listen to my call." The believer's voice echoed in the empty ruins with a barely perceptible tremor.

His eyes were tightly closed, tears welling up in his eyes but never falling.

"Look at this land devastated by war, look at these innocent victims. They are your people. They once prayed devoutly on this land, begging for your protection and grace."

The voices of the believers gradually became louder, filled with grief, indignation and unwillingness.

"Now they need your help and your miracle to save them. Please give us strength to rebuild our homes and make this land full of vitality again!"

The believers clenched their hands even tighter, as if trying to grasp some ethereal and sacred power.

The air around seemed to freeze. Only the calls of the believers echoed in the empty ruins. Nothing happened.

He begged like this for three days and three nights, but still no response.

Suddenly, the believer couldn't help but recall a despicable rumor deep in his heart.

All the gods have completely left!
No, I can't think like that!

He roared, picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it on his head, and blood flowed.

Tears flowed from the believers' eyes, and at this moment, a voice came from not far away.

"Only He can help you."

He raised his head suddenly and saw a young man with wolf ears, shouting:
"who are you?"

The young orc had a strong and handsome face, with an unruly wildness between his brows and deep and bright eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"I am Alger, a believer of the great Lord of the Lost."

He was the boy who was saved by Lillian.

The believer was stunned for a moment, then tremblingly said: "Cultist! You are a cultist!" "Cultist?"

Alger shook his head calmly and continued, "My village was also destroyed by the distortion and irrationality of the world. He sent down a miracle and sent a messenger to save me."

"He saves the world, so how can he be an evil god? And I am certainly not a cultist."

“Now I can also give you a chance so that you can be saved by Him.”

He stared into the other person's eyes and said coldly:

"Or you can just stay here and keep praying to your storm until it's too late."

After Alger finished speaking, he turned and left.

The believer gritted his teeth, hesitated for a long time, stood up and followed.

He needs a God who can save all living beings!
Alger realized this, but he did not look back, but headed straight for Nasir City.

He wanted to find the person who saved him, the messenger of the Lost Lord.

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Nasir City.

Under the night sky, the magnificent Fisher Manor was brightly lit, illuminating every corner of anxious waiting. Christine, who was about to give birth, was lying quietly in the gorgeously decorated bedroom. Her face was slightly pale, but her eyes were sparkling with the light of maternal love.

Andre, Lillian, Vanessa, and her father Chris, whom she rarely sees, are now all together.

Even the extremely cold-blooded Chris had a hint of undisguised concern in his eyes as he gazed at his daughter.

Lillian smiled and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen with me here. My Lord will bless Christine."

Andre nodded slightly and took a deep breath.

He just felt that tonight was more tense than countless life-and-death battles.

Byrne and the others did not come because there were more urgent matters on the battlefield than one another. Chris was originally going to assassinate someone, but had to put it on hold tonight because his daughter was about to give birth.

Outside the bedroom, many servants were busy and orderly moving around, and everyone's face was filled with tension and anticipation.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Move faster!"

"Don't block the way!"

The female servants communicated in whispers, holding clean towels, hot water and carefully prepared medicines in their hands, ready to deal with the impending delivery at any time.

Theo, the old butler of Fisher Manor, walked up and down the corridor, his face full of seriousness and concentration.

"Don't be careless at all, remember this!"

He kept checking whether all preparations were in place to ensure that Christine's delivery process would go smoothly.

There was a determined light in the old man's eyes. He would definitely protect this family and welcome the arrival of new life.

But there was always one thing on his mind.

"Will the new lady be cursed and disabled at birth like Christine, Kano, and Ms. Vanessa..."

The male servants of the manor were also busy. Some were preparing food and drinks, some were cleaning the rooms, and some were guarding the entrance of the manor to ensure that there was no interference from the outside world.

The entire manor was filled with a tense and sacred atmosphere, as if the entire universe was praying for the upcoming new life.

As time went by, Christine's breathing suddenly began to become rapid. She held Lillian and Andre's hands tightly, her face full of determination and courage.

"Hold on!" Andre said nervously and firmly.

"You'll be fine, don't worry." Lillian also smiled and nodded.

Finally, with a loud cry, a new life came into this world. The whole manor was boiling with cheers and blessings coming one after another!

Christine, who had just experienced childbirth, breathed a sigh of relief and a tired but satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Very good……"

Her injuries were quickly treated by Lillian.

At this moment, Chris was staring at the newborn baby, frowning, as if he had discovered something bad.

"what happened……"

Suddenly, strange colors flashed in the night sky, and meteors streaked across the sky like rain, eventually converging into a dazzling beam of light that shone directly on Fisher Manor.

The entire Fisher Manor seemed to be surged with a mysterious force, directing the beam of light to the cradle of the newborn.

When she opened her eyes for the first time, a deep white light flickered in her pure white eyes, as if she could see through everything in the world, and as if she could bring everything to destruction!

Catastrophic, huge energy is about to overflow!

Chris suddenly reached out and quickly covered the baby's eyes, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

At the same time, Carl, who was silently staring at everything, saw that things were happening as expected and wanted to smile.

"As I guessed before, Vanessa's ancestors were fused and cursed by the soul fragments of the Witch of the End..."

(End of this chapter)