Calamity Dragon, Starting with the Cultivation of Knight Families

Chapter 79 A Miracle Erupts, Two Generations' Pursuit (24, Please Subscribe)

Dark clouds obscured the high sky.

The gloomy night wind howled past the speeding carriages and horses on both sides.

York, along with Cardinal Tyre and a group of missionaries from the Church of Truth, rode swiftly towards the central area where the original swamp was located.

"almost!"

"After entering the forest ahead, it will be another half hour to reach the place where my lord, the Dust Generation, was born."

York looked at the familiar forest boundary and immediately reminded Old Tyr and his group, who were riding beside him.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, we would not dare to be presumptuous before the gods!"

Old Tyr may look frail and old, but he doesn't show any signs of being out of breath or exhausted while riding his horse.

To be honest, given old Tyr's appearance, York kept looking back at him along the way, genuinely worried that the old man might suddenly fall off his horse and die abruptly in the swamp territory.

However, a legendary figure is indeed a legendary figure; how could he still be so energetic even when he was on his deathbed?
York muttered to himself.

In the dead of night, the forest was silent, devoid of birdsong and insect chirps; only the rapid, resounding sound of horses' hooves echoed through the air.

However, just as the group was galloping into that specific area in the heart of the swamp, a terrifying roar suddenly came from the center of the forest.

The roar, accompanied by a powerful surge of magical energy, rapidly spread outwards across the forest.

The warhorses beneath the group's feet were all startled.

"what happened?!"

What is that sound???

"Could this be the sound produced by the Dust Generation beings that the Baron and Oleg spoke of?"

Everyone quickly tightened the reins on the horses, and the missionaries even let out a slightly surprised exclamation.

"Don't panic, it's just the roar of a wyvern. Judging from the sound, it should only be a young wyvern."

At this moment, the distinctive, aged voice of Cardinal Tyre, who was standing in front, drifted out softly.

For some reason, after this sound came out, the missionaries who were initially panicked were immediately calmed down.

However, before old Tyr could say anything more...

The next moment, a huge airburst sound came from the center of the forest.

The moment the sound of the airburst rang out, Cardinal Old Tyr seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the night sky.

Following Old Tyr's gaze, the next moment, all the missionaries, including York, also looked up at the sky.

And so, at this very moment, York saw that unforgettable scene again.

For these missionaries of the contemporary Church of Truth, this will undoubtedly be an unforgettable moment.

Because, in the very next moment.

High in the sky, where dark clouds had obscured the moon and stars, suddenly brightened.

The light was initially just a faint glimmer.

It's like the morning sun slowly breaking through the dark clouds.

But soon, this glimmer of light suddenly surged forth.

High in the sky, the faint light suddenly turned as if it were scorching hot and white.

It fell from the sky, a height beyond human comprehension.

It broke free from the shackles of the dark clouds and instantly dispersed them.

In the next instant, a pillar of light, seemingly connecting the entire world, suddenly descended upon the earth.

The beam of light was scorching white, and although its diameter was not large, it was more than twenty meters.

At night, it falls from the sky to the earth, and is clearly visible within a radius of at least fifty kilometers.

Meanwhile, in the towns belonging to the Swamp Territory, the militia on night watch, some residents who got up in the middle of the night, even small merchants who were preparing to sell their goods the next day, and some mercenaries who were already very vigilant at night, all witnessed this sacred scene in various different circumstances.

"Oh my god!!!"

"By the gods!!! For the second time!!! The second miracle has occurred!!!"

"A miracle!!! A miracle has occurred!!!"

On the outskirts of the town of Swamp Territory, at a farm, several serfs stared wide-eyed at the sky and suddenly cried out in alarm.

They watched the scene unfold before them with excitement, and in awe, they immediately knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed towards the distant pillar of light, loudly chanting the mercy and greatness of the gods.

Meanwhile, in the towns of the swamp territory.

As a large number of people screamed, many residents were immediately awakened and quickly went through windows or onto the street to witness what was happening.

A mercenary stared blankly at the sky.

For a moment, he seemed to think he was still half asleep, but the next moment, the mercenary suddenly came to his senses.

He gazed at the pillar of light high in the sky, and at the same time looked around at the people and small vendors who were already kneeling on the ground. He was suddenly startled and also knelt down on the ground!

"How can this be?!"

"Could it be that the townspeople weren't lying? Did they really witness similar miracles before?"

"Is the entire swamp territory blessed and favored by the gods?"

At this moment, this mercenary was not the only one with such thoughts.

Some merchants and even many mercenaries were also amazed.

"The God of Truth has descended!"

"It must be the god of truth and knowledge descending!"

"The king is tyrannical and has betrayed the faith of truth. His actions must have angered the great god. Miracles will surely be followed by divine punishment! Divine punishment!!!"

"We should advise the lord to make sure he supports the church!"

At that moment, a believer in the truth, who thought he had guessed the truth, shouted out from the crowd.

However, his shouts were met with strange looks, and many people who were originally next to him unconsciously moved to a different position.

They were terrified that this person's blood would splatter all over them in a moment.

At such a sensitive time of year, anyone who says such things is either a fool or a fanatical believer.

In short, at this moment, the entire swamp territory became lively.

Meanwhile, at Baron's Castle, on the castle terrace, York's wife, Lucia, heavily pregnant, was also staring blankly at the incredibly sacred pillar of light in the distance. She neither called out nor summoned her maids or knights.

She simply closed her eyes slightly, clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, and offered praise and prayer to the noble monarch.

However, at that very moment, the lady suddenly began to experience abdominal pain, which became increasingly severe.

Lucia opened her eyes in a panic, then looked at the few water stains on the ground.

So she immediately shouted in a panic.

The next moment, the maid who had been guarding the door also realized what was happening.

"Quick!!! The lady is about to give birth!!! The lady is about to give birth!!!"

The entire baron's mansion was thrown into a brief state of chaos in an instant.

York, who was twenty or thirty kilometers away, was naturally unaware that his wife was giving birth.

He, along with old Tyr and even the dozen or so missionaries present, were all drawn to the pillar of light descending from the sky!
A sacred pillar of light descended from the heavens, even in the darkness of night.

The spectacle of this miracle far surpassed the beam of light that York had witnessed previously.

"miracle!"

"A true miracle!!!"

"This must be divine intervention! There's no mistake, absolutely no mistake, it's almost exactly as recorded in the scriptures of truth!!!"

Among the missionaries, some shouted.

At the same time, his eyes were filled with fervor and solemnity.

Although he hadn't yet prostrated himself in worship, he had already placed his hand on his chest in a gesture of devout attention.

Meanwhile, Cardinal Tyr, who had remained silent since arriving in the swamp territory, finally couldn't hold back any longer!
At this moment, the cardinal stared blankly at the holy pillar of light, his whole body trembling slightly!

"God!"

"It is indeed the aura of a god, I can feel it!"

"No, it's not just the aura of a god, that, that is actually the aura of my lord!"

Suddenly, the cardinal couldn't help but exclaim in excitement.

At that moment, everyone was taken aback and realized that there was a shadow in the low sky where the sacred pillar of light was falling, shrouded in the blazing white light.

As the beam of light slowly faded from the outside in, the shadow finally revealed its approximate outline.

It's a dragon!

A dragon that is at least twenty meters long!
And atop that giant dragon head, radiating a holy white light, the believers of truth saw a page of a book with uncanny clarity, as if in a dream.

That is, the moment I saw those dreamlike pages.

At that moment, all the missionaries, including Cardinal Old Tyre, trembled with their whole being.

This tremor was not fear or terror, but rather a feeling of inner jubilation, an urgency as if one wanted to immediately draw near to that sacred object.

Similarly, a deep and heartfelt affection also arose in their hearts.

"Those are pages from my Lord's book!"

"That is a sacred object of our Lord. It turns out that our Lord has truly been watching over us all along. It turns out that we, the lost sheep of this world, have not been completely abandoned by our Lord!"

"More than three hundred years! No, more than a thousand years!"

"More than a thousand years, more than a thousand years in the records! I have finally seen the miracle and the sacred object bestowed by my Lord!"

"As the teacher said, all of this may be a test of the truth, a test of faith in the whole world by our Lord."

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At that moment, the cardinal suddenly fell from his horse to the ground.

He gazed at the giant dragon high in the sky—no, to be precise, at the shimmering, dreamlike, sacred page atop the dragon's head—and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes even welling up with tears!

His lifelong faith and pursuit, even the 'truth' that his teacher could never forget until his death, finally found its echo in old Tyr.

Two generations of extraordinary individuals, two generations of high-ranking officials, and a pursuit of truth spanning over a thousand years.

At this moment, old Tyr finally saw it!

And we received a response!

Old Tyr's expression trembled, and he collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, he felt as if he were in a dream.

At that moment, he was also filled with immense fear, fearing that everything was an illusion.

He lay prostrate on the ground, his eyes moist.

Looking up at the sky, he even unconsciously reached out with a longing expression, as if wanting to touch that sacred relic.

Compared to Bishop Oleg before, Old Tyr's mood was now even more intense.

Similarly, most of the missionaries trained by Old Tyr were now as if they had finally seen the truth, and their emotions were so intense that they could no longer suppress them.

For these devout believers, their lifelong faith has been validated and recognized by the divine.

One can imagine how excited he was.

Perhaps even if the gods were to call upon them to sacrifice themselves in the next moment, they would not hesitate.

The emotions of all the missionaries around them reached their peak.

York stared blankly at all this, wondering if his faith in the Lord was anything but devout compared to theirs.

Why don't I have these feelings myself?

York was equally excited at that moment, and that was the only excitement he felt inside.

This sentiment is probably limited to a blind worship of the unknown and noble.

Regardless of what York and these missionaries thought.

By this time, the beam of light from the miracle had completely disappeared, and the whole process lasted only two or three minutes.

And so, darkness enveloped the world once again.

But the next moment, the giant dragon that flew out of the pillar of light descended towards York and the others.

(End of this chapter)