Chapter 468: God's Envoy Byrne

"I don't want to get any new 'possibilities'."

"Let me be your apostle and watch the Fisher family continue to move forward."

Carl constructed a magical soul tree through the golden and brilliant fragments of civilization. With its power, the souls of the Fisher family can freely choose... to become a messenger of God or to reincarnate in a more perfect posture.

Those souls who have never been confused and are still determined made their own choices.

Just as everyone was confronting each other, a phantom appeared in the sky.

"The Light of Strange Change" Albert couldn't help but look up.

Coming?

Is that the apocalypse behind the Fisher family?

The air suddenly solidified, and time lost its flow at this moment. A soft and mysterious light burst out from the void, slowly condensing into a phantom that was not tall but exuded endless wisdom.

He was wearing a radiant robe, and his eyes were as deep as the stars in the universe, as if he could see through the essence of all things in the world.

Darren was suddenly stunned, and his whole body couldn't help trembling, not because of fear but full of excitement and joy.

"Father!"

"It's you, you're back! Hahahaha!"

Chris couldn't help but get excited, his eyes flashing with piety and awe, and he murmured a prayer, knowing that he had witnessed the advent of a miracle again.

The hearts of both of them were comforted unprecedentedly at this moment.

"What is that?" Ariel couldn't help but exclaimed.

Aldridge's face was solemn, and he said in disbelief: "How could it be? How could it be possible? That person seemed to be, Byrne? Byrne Fisher?"

"No, he's obviously dead, this is impossible!"

For those Rhea people, the sudden appearance of the phantom of the messenger of God was like a harbinger of the Last Judgment, which terrified them.

There was fear of unknown power and despair of losing everything in their eyes. Under this unspeakable pressure, it was difficult for them to control themselves.

Byrne's phantom stared at everything calmly.

He was silent, without even a word.

Just when everyone was in a complicated mood, the shadow of the messenger of God gently raised his hand. Without the help of any physical medium, invisible chains woven by pure energy appeared out of thin air, shuttling like a spirit snake, accurately and accurately binding all enemies.

These chains shone with strange light, and each contained enough power to suppress the will of all things, making the bound people unable to move, and even the power in the body began to stir and lost its original control.

Then, the shadow of Byrne slowly raised one hand, palm up, as if summoning some supernatural power.

With his movements, a strange wave began to spread in the air, which quickly spread around with Byrne as the center, enveloping all the strong men.

"Damn it! How can we stop him?"

"Help! Find a way quickly!"

"Cardinal Albert, aren't you the strongest monarch? Hurry up!"

The people of Rhea realized that something was wrong!

At this moment, an invisible force quietly descended on the hearts of every monarch, as if an invisible hand gently touched the deepest source of power in their bodies.

This force was neither suppression nor deprivation, but guided the power in their bodies to flow and change according to Byrne's will in a more ingenious way.

The monarchs were surprised to find that their power, which was originally at their will, became extremely difficult to control at this moment.

Their power seemed to be given new life and will, and began to surge in their bodies in a way they had never experienced before, sometimes violent like a storm, sometimes gentle like a trickle, completely beyond their control.

"Oh no, this is indeed the power of the apocalypse level..." Albert's voice trembled slightly.

There was no blood on his face.

The eyes of Byrne's phantom were like two bright stars, flashing with the light of insight into people's hearts.

With an irresistible look, he scanned the strong men present one by one. Under this gaze, even Albert, the "Light of Strange Change", Lian, the "White Flower", and Frem, the "King of Blood Flame", felt an unprecedented shock and uneasiness, as if their souls were completely penetrated, and all their secrets and weaknesses were exposed.

Then, the shadow of Byrne murmured one ancient and mysterious spell after another. Although the voice was light, it shook everyone's heart like thunder.

As the spell echoed, the Rhea people and the two cardinals bound by chains suddenly found that their power began to lose control-

Some people had flames burning in their bodies, but they could not guide them; some people had a surge of power, but they could only swing them randomly; even worse, the power backfired and they were in great pain!

Under the deep and majestic gaze of the shadow of Byrne, Albert, the "Light of Strange Change", felt unprecedented pressure and restraint, knowing that facing such a powerful existence, conventional fighting methods were meaningless.

So he decided to go all out, using his deep understanding and control of space to try to tear the space apart and escape from this battlefield full of crisis and oppression!

"The Light of Strange Change" Albert took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and a faint light emanated from his body, which was a sign of spatial power.

Soon the air around him began to distort, and the space seemed to be gently torn apart by an invisible hand, and a tiny crack quietly appeared.

However, at the critical moment when the crack was about to expand, a more powerful force surged out from the shadow of the messenger of God, hitting the crack like a torrent. This force not only prevented the crack from expanding, but also began to squeeze in the opposite direction, trying to close the already opened crack again.

Albert, the "Light of Strange Change", felt unprecedented resistance. He gritted his teeth and increased the output of spatial power, trying to compete with this mysterious force.

But no matter how hard he tried, the crack could not expand any further. Instead, it began to slowly close under his efforts. There was an irresistible force preventing him from escaping!

"How is it possible?"

Seeing this, other Rhea people also joined this silent contest.

They each exerted their blood power, trying to find a chance to escape under the suppression of the Byrne shadow, but no matter how hard they tried, no matter how cleverly they used their power, they could not break through the invisible cage carefully set for them.

In the end, when all their efforts came to nothing, the monarchs had to face reality and realized that no matter how powerful their power was, it seemed so small and powerless in front of that terrible shadow.

Byrne's shadow watched all this quietly. Those once proud monarchs and powerful men finally realized the true powerlessness and despair.

Their inner defenses collapsed one by one in front of the power of the Lost Lord, just like a castle swept by a strong wind, and finally turned into ruins.

The old man in black, who was originally full of seriousness, actually knelt down first, and his eyes lost their former sharpness and confidence, replaced by deep awe and fear.

He trembled and murmured in a low voice: "I... I am powerless to resist... I am willing to surrender, spare me!"

Frem frowned deeply and said: "I will never surrender... Rhea people will not surrender either... Get up!"

"We are proud Rhea people. Even if we encounter a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, and all the difficulties and tortures in the world, we must never lose our backbone and pride!"

At the same time, Darren and Chris were full of excitement and gratitude.

They saw how the Byrne phantom showed the majesty of the great Lord of the Lost with irresistible power, and also saw how those once powerful enemies collapsed in front of God!

This scene not only deepened their awe and worship of the great Lord of the Lost, but also made the members of the Fisher family firmly believe that no matter how great the difficulties and challenges the Fisher family encountered, as long as the faith in their hearts was firm, the great Lord of the Lost would give them strength and guidance.

"No!"

"The Light of Change" Cardinal Albert felt the threat of death, and finally stopped continuing his former majesty, but roared in despair, hysterical.

At this moment, a strong golden light suddenly broke out from Lian, the "White Flower"!

That power made everyone tremble, and even the powerful power of the Byrne phantom was invalidated in an instant. It was a power far beyond the level of apocalypse, and it could even be said that it was not in the same dimension at all.

Carl, who was silently observing everything, couldn't help but be surprised for a moment.

"So that's it, is this the last trump card of the 'Saint' of the Redemption Church?"

That was a divine power left by the "Lord of Redemption".