Chapter 249 The Countdown Bell

Karl observed everything around him through Lillian's perspective.

That was Cania, a country in the northeast of the continent, one of the four eastern countries in the traditional concept.

"It looks like the climate is a little colder, and the level of civilization is a little better than Syat, but there is no qualitative difference."

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

From the numerous nobles to the countless civilians, most people worshiped the first king of Cania.

And the observers inside the several major churches also gave the first king a very recognized nickname, "Godly Giant".

He silently calculated the time, wondering how long Lillian, who was thrown over by him, could stay.

Although no one could see it, the black mist was like an invisible traction line. It existed not only in reality, but also in the spiritual world.

The black mist connected two places in the material world from the spiritual world.

Although the distance in the material world was very far, the two places in the spiritual world had been compressed. In the end, no matter how far the black mist was transmitted, the amount of spiritual power he consumed in the end was the same.

"As long as it is within the scope of the Krad world, no matter where I throw people, the spiritual power consumed is exactly the same."

He found that after Lillian stayed for more than 30 minutes, the black mist that was originally maintained naturally would show signs of collapse, and he needed to constantly replenish the subsequent spiritual power to continue to maintain it.

So Carl tried to replenish the spiritual power so that Lillian could continue to stay in the country called Kania.

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

Carl came to a rough conclusion by calculating the consumption after maintaining it for an hour.

"With the spiritual power I have now, if I only maintain the black mist that connects to one person, it can completely support more than ten days and still have some left."

He paused and continued to think.

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

What would happen if the spiritual power was not replenished?

Carl thought about it and decided to try.

The transmission of spiritual power was interrupted.

After a while, the connection, or bridge, built by the black mist in the spirit world gradually disappeared.

So in Kania, a strong attraction appeared beside Lillian.

She wanted to hold the half-orc boy, but her body gradually turned into black mist. The next moment, an arm disappeared in front of him, followed by a leg.

"I'm leaving!"

Lillian immediately realized that she was about to return to Nasir. Before leaving here completely, she still left behind five gold coins, three bullets and a flintlock rifle.

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

She thought about it, but still did not invite the other party to go to Syat, so as not to expose the family information so easily.

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

The faith deep in his heart burned!

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

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

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

"The new abilities gained after the seal was unlocked have been basically figured out."

Carl seemed to have an invisible map in his mind, and the entire Krad world was in full view, and there were obviously many platinum light spots in the scope of the Oden continent.

Those platinum light spots were all kinds of believers who had prayed to him throughout the continent and who really had at least a little faith in their hearts.

The more devout the believers, the brighter the light they could show in the end. As for the less devout believers, the light spots they represented were slightly dimmer.

In the East Coast Province, nearly a hundred light spots were very concentrated, almost becoming a flashing light spot.

There is no doubt that the light spot was the people of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult.

And the real light spot was actually the island that had been occupied by the Fisher family.

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

Each platinum light spot itself was a "teleportation point" for Carl. He could build a "bridge" in the spiritual world through the thick black mist, and then teleport one believer to another.

"Interesting, that is to say, I became the so-called... teleportation array?"

Carl fell into thought, and then realized the power of this ability. As long as his believers can spread all over the world, believers including the Fisher family can suddenly appear and disappear around the world.

They can go anywhere, do many things, and then leave. No one will know why the "believers of the Lost Lord" suddenly appeared and where they came from.

"Unfortunately, my believers are only a few hundred people on the Oden continent and a few thousand people on the island of the White Sea."

"It would be nice if there were more."

He thought silently.

"However, don'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 in 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."