Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 521: Resurrection of the Destruction Element
After the fall of the Seven Lights Emperor and the disappearance of the Pope of Redemption, the entire continent of Oden seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and an indispellable despair and great panic surged from the depths of many people's hearts.

The Seven Stars Emperor, the legend who once led the Seven Stars people to prosperity with his wisdom and strength, his departure was like the collapse of a towering mountain to the Seven Stars people, causing countless subjects of the Seven Stars Empire to lose their spiritual support.

As the most powerful church in the world, the guardian of the faith of the Church of Redemption and the spiritual guide of many Redeemed believers, the sudden disappearance of the Pope of Redemption has caused an unprecedented shock to the spiritual world of believers.

The foundation of faith was shaken overnight.

The black fog caused by the end is a strange power gushing out from an unknown abyss, silently corroding people's hearts and instantly touching off their fear and confusion about the future.

Wherever the thick black fog went, the people who were shrouded by it saw doomsday scenes in their illusions. Those who woke up after the thick black fog disappeared still remembered it vividly. It can be said that people were in panic, and the tranquility of the past was replaced by endless worries and uneasiness.

The fear and disgust of residents in areas other than the eastern region of the continent of Oden towards the Order of the End, the Order of the Dawn, and the Fisher family grew almost exponentially, and many people even committed suicide due to excessive fear.

More and more ordinary people began to pray to the gods and seek the church, hoping that they could save the world and defeat the extremely evil Fisher family and the Dawn Cult.

Many extraordinary nobles and secret organizations responded quickly, trying to find ways to fight against the End and the Cult of the Dawn.

However, more people are struggling in panic. They flee their homes, looking for the legendary safe haven, or stay indoors to pray for the protection of the gods, hoping that disaster will not come.

Rumors and panic spread like wildfire, and various prophecies about doomsday were heard everywhere. People urgently needed a clear direction to reassure themselves, but the cruelty of reality made them fall into deeper despair.

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Deep in the great glacier far away from the Oden continent stands the remains of a giant as huge as a mountain. After tens of millions of years of erosion by wind and snow, it still retains an awe-inspiring grandeur.

The wreckage is so large that it is difficult to fully measure it even if you use a mountain as a yardstick.

Under the ice, the remains of the giant emitted a faint blue light, and those parts that had been frozen for a long time gradually appeared, as if the chains of time were gently untied, and the ancient power began to stir.

The great glacier is inhabited by the glacier people with ice-blue eyes and the winged people with wings on their backs. The two races have fought and cooperated with each other for thousands of years.

They are huge in number, and there are many extraordinary people at the monarch level, but both races seem to have not given birth to legends at the apocalypse level... However, people who have seen the "crown" of the Tree of Essence will have a strange feeling that his appearance is actually very similar to that of the Feathered Man.

Above the giant wreckage on the glacier, there is a glacier man with ice-blue eyes floating in the sky, as if he is the purest masterpiece of nature.

His figure was tall and slender, like an icicle carved out of a glacier over tens of millions of years; his skin was a pale ivory white, as if covered with a thin layer of frost, revealing a cold and mysterious luster.

Light blue veins can be vaguely seen on the flawless white skin, echoing the cold and clear ice-blue eyes.

"King of the Glaciers" Pertus, this is how people outside the Oden continent call this rising star in recent years. He is the first Glacier to arrive in Apocalypse in thousands of years. Even though he is not well-known in the Oden continent, his reputation in many areas outside the continent is unimaginable.

"The signs of recovery are becoming more and more obvious... The impact of the end, everything in the world is moving towards destruction... The sun's rays will melt the snow, and the awakening of the end will also bring about the revival of all destructive elements..."

The Glacier King muttered coldly.

His lips were thin and tightly pursed, giving people a feeling of being aloof and unapproachable. The robe woven from ice crystal fibers had an intricate and beautiful ice flower pattern formed naturally, which occasionally flashed a faint blue light, a sign of resonance with the surrounding ice and snow elements.

Faintly, the Glacier King felt a faint pulsation coming from deep within the giant's wreckage. It was an ancient and deep rhythm of life. Although faint, it was enough to shock the Glacier King who sensed it.

The cracks in the ice seemed to slowly expand in line with this rhythm, as if a giant was breaking free from its restraints and preparing to stand up again.

“…” The Glacier King subconsciously tensed up and his eyes widened slightly.

The giant buried under the glacier is very likely the "source of the monster" in the myth. If it really wakes up with the quasi-god power, the world may really be destroyed!

The surrounding environment also produced strange phenomena due to these subtle changes. The wind and snow became more violent, the water under the glacier began to flow faster, and the mountains in the distance were shaking slightly, as if showing their awe for this ancient giant.

However, all these are just initial signs of recovery. It remains an unknown mystery when the ancient giant will be able to completely break free from the shackles of the glaciers and stand tall again.

"Huh... There is not only one, there is definitely more than one element of destruction that will revive..." The Glacier King muttered to himself.

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On the continent of Oden, deep within an ancient and solemn Church of Redemption, lies a dimly lit underground prison surrounded by ancient stone walls.

This is not an ordinary place of imprisonment, but a special place set up by the church to "protect and guide" souls who have lost their way in their exploration of the spiritual world.

Their minds are troubled by an invisible force, which is figuratively referred to as "Antuson" in the depths of their hearts.

The parasites in the spiritual world, "Antusen", are not real material entities, but a symbolic conceptual force. They are like invisible chains that tightly bind the souls of these lost people, causing them to fall into endless pain and madness.

Whenever night fell, the depths of the prison would echo with mournful cries: "Antoniusen! Antoniusen!"

"..."

The first cardinal of the Church of Redemption, "The Light of Change", frowned and stood in the prison listening to the roar about "Antuson". Until now, he felt very confused and unbelievable.

Am I going to become the new Pope?
The "Light of Change" thought that he would not survive the Pope of Redemption.

Will the old man who has lived for thousands of years really die?
Even though he possessed so much divine power, he would still die in the end... Just thinking of this, the Light of Strange Change felt terrified and couldn't even sleep normally.

"The true God has abandoned us. That is the truth. Why have I never been able to face this fact before..."

"The Light of Strange Change" took a deep breath, listened to the roars in the prison, and his eyes became increasingly cold and ruthless.

"These souls infected by Antuson are already beyond cure. Why don't I send you off and let your souls return to the gods beyond the world?"

"The so-called righteous gods are not worthy of being my faith... I need a greater power, the power of a god from another world!"

At this time, an assistant priest came out and said very respectfully: "Your Excellency Cardinal, the Sun Saint in the south has sent an invitation letter, hoping that the leaders of the major churches can go to the Terila Theocracy in the south, abandon their prejudices, and work together again to fight against the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult."

The Light of Strange Change was silent for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Join forces to fight against Fisher and the Dawn Cult... hehe." "No matter how much we want to destroy Fisher, as long as they stay in the East and don't come out, we will have to wait for thirty years."

"In these thirty years, I must become stronger!"

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Deep inside the Fisher family's manor, in a grand room decorated with the family crest, the head of the family, Darren, sat alone at a wooden table. Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, and the bright moonlight shone through the sparse clouds.

The leader who led the family to glory with iron fist and madness now looks extremely old and tired. Darren has a thin face and his eyes reveal an indescribable indifference.

In an exquisite crystal wine glass on the table, the deep red wine was swaying gently.

A few months ago, in order to save him, he burned his soul in exchange for a powerful force that was enough to resist the Pope of Redemption for a moment. Although the price was extremely high, Darren did not hesitate to embark on this road of no return.

The price was heavy. His soul fire was greatly weakened and his strength level declined rapidly. The once high-spirited and energetic Darren now looked like an old man in his twilight years.

“Both my bloodline power and the power of the long steps to godhood have regressed a level. My spiritual power and physical fitness have permanently declined. Although I am still a seventh-level extraordinary person, my strength is no different from that of the sixth-level person… hehe.”

At this moment, he was holding the wine glass and shaking it gently, without any regret in his eyes.

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On the contrary, Darren had a faint smile on his face, knowing that he had made the best choice for the future of his family. Even though he was extremely weak now, the belief in his heart was firmer than ever.

"I never thought that someone like me could have a moment of 'self-sacrifice'..."

He whispered to himself.

As the night deepened, Darren slowly put down his glass and closed his eyes.

In the quiet night, as he gradually fell asleep, he seemed to hear the voice of his father Byrne and feel the inheritance that transcended time and space.

"Father... maybe you can be proud of me too."

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At this moment, the "Daughter of Devil" Hecate was resting with her eyes closed in her room, experiencing unprecedented changes in her heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, holding a mirror tightly in her hand, looking thoughtful.

"I'm the same as Motor, we're both reincarnated...but my past life was more troublesome..."

In recent days, a certain hidden power has gradually awakened, bringing her into a vortex of dream after dream. Those dreams are not just illusions, but real memories of her previous life as the Witch of the End, a past that has been sealed and forgotten.

In these dreams, time seemed to lose its meaning, and she once again became the Witch of the End, feared by the world and the enemy of all living beings in the world of Krad.

At that time, she possessed enough power to overturn almost the entire world, but she also carried endless loneliness and despair.

The sky was dyed red with war, the earth trembled with her anger, and all things were terrified by her power.

She was once the most dazzling existence between heaven and earth, but also the biggest threat in the eyes of the gods.

The gods, those high and mighty beings, were filled with disgust and fear towards her, and they united to try to suppress her.

Even someone as powerful as the Witch of End was unable to withstand the combined might of the gods, and was ultimately imprisoned in an endless void, suffering humiliation and torture.

The only way to escape from imprisonment is death, and even the soul must be shattered before one can escape from the predicament.

She was filled with anger towards all living beings and chose to gamble all her methods of revenge in the afterlife.

As the dream deepened, she began to recall more clearly every detail of what happened ten thousand years ago. Those memories slowly unfolded before her eyes like an ancient scroll, and each stroke carried heavy emotions and unspeakable pain.

These memories were like sharp fragments, and every time she recalled the dream, it left a new scar on Hecate's heart. She felt the pain of being abandoned, and the tenacity of never giving up even in the face of betrayal from the whole world.

"It seems that all the other heirs of the End Witch's soul fragments have died so far, and I am the only one left... The End Witch can only be resurrected from my body."

"But if it really comes to that... maybe I will no longer be my true self, and the situation will be worse than that of other 'reincarnated people'."

"There are too many bad negative emotions. I must find a way to clear them out. Maybe I can inject them into other people's hearts..."

The suppression of the gods was not only a physical restraint for her, but also a mental torture.

You are not alone.

In the Dawn Cult there are many people like her, carrying a heavy fate and past. They have been lost and suffered, but they are all trying to find their own way out.

"Element of Destruction, maybe I am not the only one reviving, my Lord..."

Hecate suddenly stared above her head, as if she could see some great existence.

"Your influence on this world is too great. Every resurgence will make the 'destruction' itself more serious. It's not just the resurgence of the elements of destruction. The various natural and man-made disasters that have become more and more frequent in recent years may have been influenced by you."

"If you really revive, the whole world will probably be destroyed or even turned into nothingness."

There was no trace of self-mockery in her tone, only a cold and rational analysis in her words.

"By then, the Fisher family will have completed their mission... We are all qualified sacrifices."

(End of this chapter)