Chapter 357: Disaster of the Dead
Siyat became a kingdom of the dead overnight.
Many cities were sacrificed in large-scale ceremonies, and many people died as a result, at least tens of thousands.
Then, the God of the Outer World descended!
The appearance of the singer plunged the whole world into a terrifying silence, and countless dead people ran out of the graves.
They immediately began to invade many living beings.
All human settlements in Syat were attacked, and the dead also headed towards the countries outside Syat.
Anyone killed by the dead would become a new dead, so they were "infected" like a plague.
Those dead resurrected by mortals had no self at all, no wisdom at all, and the power they possessed was almost no different from that of ordinary people.
However, the extraordinary people who came back from the dead were the big problem.
For hundreds of years, a large part of the extraordinary people who died in Syat have been resurrected. They still retain a lot of self and wisdom, but their memory and personality have changed a lot, and they are often full of aggressiveness.
The long-lasting civil war in Siat was interrupted, and people began to fight for survival, constantly resisting waves of the dead.
At the same time, the major orthodox churches also ordered the strong men of the Oden continent to go to Siat, striving to completely suppress the disaster of the dead before the situation completely deteriorates.
However, for the Fisher family, compared with the disaster of the dead.
Another thing made them feel more deeply afraid!
That is...
The great Lord of Lost, fell asleep.
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In a safe and hidden ancient villa in Fein City, the believers of the Dawn Cult stared at the transparent bottle on the altar with worried expressions.
That is not a real holy object, but a replica of a holy object. There are many transparent bottles like this in Siat now, and only the blood recipients of the Dawn Cult will carry it with them at all times.
An old blood recipient muttered to himself.
"It's been ten years..."
"Yes, for a full ten years, the great Lord of Lost has not responded to us again."
"What should we do, what should we do?"
Their faces were filled with deep worry and confusion, the air was filled with a heavy and tense atmosphere, and everyone's eyes flashed with uneasiness about the unknown future.
"Could it be that the great Him needs us to rescue Him?"
"Do you believe that He is asleep?"
"Some people say that He has left us, just like those righteous gods, but I don't believe it."
The believers talked about it, their voices were low but full of urgency.
This is one of the branches of the Dawn Cult, and the priest of the Dawn Cult branch is a member of the Fisher family who is deeply favored by God, Ms. Vanessa.
She is the first generation of the Dawn Cult, the original Dawn Cult, and has a high status and prestige in the hearts of the believers. In recent years, she has also become a pious person, so she is qualified to become a priest.
Lillian is now the high priest of the Dawn Cult, and below her, including Vanessa, there are five devout people in the Dawn Cult who serve as priests.
According to rumors that have long been around, believers all know that High Priest Lillian's life is running out and she may leave at any time, and the appointment of the next high priest of the Dawn Cult is still pending.
In the past three years, because of the rampant and rampant disaster of the dead, people who have already suffered from the pain of war have become more eager for faith. The Fisher family took the opportunity to absorb many new believers, and the number of believers swelled to tens of thousands.
Moreover, although all the believers who joined the Dawn Cult in the new decade were blood recipients, a large part of them did not get the potion but were mortals.
A large number of mortals suffered unprovoked disasters in this disaster, and they were absorbed by various secret forces in their desire for salvation.
However, the actions of the Fisher family have become more covert.
Because in the past ten years, dozens of foreign monarchs and powerful men have come to the four eastern countries to suppress the disaster of the dead under the call of the Orthodox Church.
Before they came to the East, they had an agreement with the Orthodox Churches that they could not attack the locals without reason. They just responded to the call to help suppress the dead, so they have not affected the situation in the four eastern countries for ten years.
Thanks to these dozens of monarchs and powerful men recruited by the churches, the disaster of the dead has been suppressed to a great extent in ten years, and most of the undead have been eliminated.
To this day, there are no more waves of dead, only a part of the dead with extraordinary powers, hiding in the dark and lingering.
Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to solve the disaster of the dead with only the extraordinary people in the four eastern countries.
Recently, there has always been a blood-red moon in the sky.
People don't know why it appears.
"Is the vision of the red moon a warning from the Lord?"
An elderly believer frowned, folded his hands on his chest, and looked into the distance outside the villa, trying to find the answer in the vast night.
"Yes, the sudden disaster of the dead and the inexplicable strange red moonlight are all frightening."
A middle-aged woman next to him took over the conversation, her eyes were slightly red, and she was obviously full of worry.
Her daughter had been missing for seven years. In order to find her daughter, she was willing to join the Dawn Cult and voluntarily donated part of her property.
"Did we do something wrong to make the gods send down such an omen?"
"No, no, we must not presume to speculate on the will of God."
A young blood recipient stood up, and everyone immediately looked at him with respect. Although the young blood recipient was very young, he did have extraordinary power.
Those blood recipients who gained extraordinary power after receiving blood were privately called "real blood recipients", and their status in the Dawn Cult was indeed much higher.
And thousands of believers still need to make enough contributions to have the opportunity to obtain the magic potion that opens the long steps to the gods.
He revealed firmness and faith in his eyes.
"The great Lord of the Lost is merciful, and each of his wills contains deep meaning. We should pray more devoutly, seek inner peace and wisdom, and understand and comply with the will of God."
"But facing the current predicament, what should we do?"
Another person raised a question, with a bit of helplessness and confusion in his voice.
"It has been ten years since the disaster of the dead. Our homes and our loved ones are facing unprecedented threats!"
"It is precisely because of this that we need to unite and strengthen our faith!"
A middle-aged recipient wearing a monocle was originally repairing a mechanical watch in his hand. He suddenly raised his head and spoke slowly. His voice was steady and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.
"We must firmly believe that no matter what difficulties we encounter, as long as we have faith in our hearts, there is nothing we cannot overcome. Let us pray together and pray for the protection and guidance of God!"
The name of this middle-aged recipient wearing a monocle is Owen. In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a watchmaker.
He is a third-generation Dawner, a contemporary of Colin and others. He has joined the Dawn Cult for decades and has embarked on the third-level "carver" on the road of casting. He is also the host of this gathering. He has a very high status and can even talk to the high-ranking God-favored people of the Fisher family!
Everyone is full of admiration and respect for him.
As Owen's voice fell, everyone bowed their heads and prayed.
The whole room fell into silence again, with only the faint candlelight swaying, reflecting their pious faces. At this moment, all the worries and uneasiness seemed to be soothed by an invisible force, replaced by an unprecedented firmness and hope.
Owen took a deep breath and continued, "Lord, you will wake up soon."
"At that time, He will make the Kingdom of God come to the earth!"
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In the early morning of Nasir City, a quiet and solemn atmosphere quietly permeated. The dawn that first appeared on the horizon, like the light colors gently splashed by a delicate painter, gradually awakened the sleeping city from the night.
The ancient clock tower was looming in the mist, and the melodious bells penetrated the mist and echoed in the quiet streets, announcing that a new day was about to begin.
The shops along the street opened their heavy wooden doors or iron window grilles one after another. The freshly baked bread in the bakery exuded an attractive wheat aroma, which was intertwined with the rich coffee smell wafting from the coffee shop in the distance, forming a unique taste in the morning.
An old man with a hooked nose and a silver-haired girl came to Nasir.
"Is this Nasir City?" The old man asked with his eyes narrowed.
The silver-haired girl had red pupils and wore a fluffy skirt, looking like an exquisite doll.
She nodded gently instead of answering verbally.
The old man had a hooked nose, a cane, an owl-like face, a slightly hunched body, a thin but powerful body under a black suit, and a strong mockery of the whole world in his eyes.
"Okay, we have to cooperate with the Fisher family, they should help us, hehe."
"If this family is unwilling to help us, then disappear from the world!"