Chapter 404 - Chapter 404: Chapter 384 No Regrets (1/2)
Chapter 404: Chapter 384 No Regrets
“Having received the slumbering soul of Lilian, Karl couldn’t help but feel a touch of sorrow.
The recent catastrophic natural disaster left Nasir City heavily afflicted, with tens of thousands dead on the spot, and a significant portion of buildings destroyed.
If Nasir City itself could be considered a member of the Fischer family, then it too had suffered a severe blow.
Even within the Dawn Church many had perished on the spot, including the leader of the Dagger Brotherhood, Moore, whose two brothers also died in the raging flames.
“However, the gains from this battle are also quite substantial…”
“Once a few more people from the Dawn Church step onto the 5th Rank, and Chris steps onto the 6th Rank, everything will start to improve.”
“With the Dawn Church under the command of the Fischer family, conquering Cyart is only a matter of time.”
As for who the next High Priest of the Dawn Church will be, he already had a clear idea in mind.
When the black monolith appeared just now, it had created a dozen devout individuals, one of whom was of the Fischer family’s bloodline; though perhaps not the ideal candidate for the new High Priest, no one else was more qualified and potential.
“The battle has not fully ended yet, I should go check on the situation…”
All believers could serve as a point of descent for Karl’s consciousness, and quickly, he switched his viewpoint directly to Chris Fischer.
“Chris! Your timing is impeccable!”
In the sky above, Zayne, the bishop of the Tempest Church, bellowed.
At this moment, Chris, alongside Aldrich and Zayne, was jointly battling the leader of the Words of Tranquility Order, the Wordless Elder.
The venerable Byrne, with his age-worn body, was being cared for by Ariel, who was blinded in both eyes, at some distance away.
The Wordless Elder remained silent and uncommunicative.
The frail elder summoned a vast army of the undead in the sky to persistently resist the attacks from the trio.
It was a flood made up of the undead, flickering uncertainly, with hollow, lifeless eyes revealing endless resentment and despair.
As the army of the undead drew nearer, the air became suffused with the stench of decay and death, stifling.
The sounds they emitted, a mix of wails, whispers, and screams, merged into a harrowing symphony that pierced the most vulnerable corners of the heart.
In this sea of the undead were yesterday’s warriors, with flames of unfinished battles still burning in their eyes; innocent children, their pure faces marred by fear not belonging to them; and spirits consumed by unconsummated love or inextinguishable hatred.
Among these undead were beings of the Transmutation Level, causing considerable trouble for the trio.
However, if it was the Wordless Elder in his prime, he might have stood a chance to win.
Now, due to his soul being half-destroyed by Irene’s sword ten years ago, having lost half of his power, and suppressed by the Light Barrier, his strength was barely at the Middle Rank Monarch level.
The Wordless Elder could still gain the upper hand against Aldrich and Zayne, but the moment Chris arrived, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.
He was not resigned to this.
The Wordless Elder had always been a prodigy of the Words of Tranquility Order.
Everyone clearly remembered that he could definitely reach the Monarch Level and was even a rare top-tier talent in many years, who might have had the chance to step onto the Heavenly Enlightenment.
However, to the Wordless Elder,
Extraordinary power was utterly meaningless; all he did was in pursuit of true tranquility.
For hundreds of years, the Wordless Elder made many efforts, pored over thousands of books, all for one goal.
That was to make the great Tranquility Songster descend!
As long as He could descend!
All members of the Words of Tranquility would be able to obtain true tranquility!
He firmly believed in this, without any doubt.
Until ten years ago…
The Songster, indeed, descended.
He was so great, so tranquil, filling one’s heart with reverence…
However, what unfolded during the ritual left many in the Words of Tranquility unable to accept it; the phantom of the Tranquility Songster simply vanished, and no one received that true tranquility.
What followed was merely a carnival of the undead, which was far from the ‘tranquility’ sought by the Words of Tranquility.
All efforts were meaningless, the centuries-long prepared ritual successfully initiated, but the outcome was unsatisfactory.
The Wordless Elder reflected for a long time, unsure of what to do, and ultimately decided that the only option was to conduct another ritual.
If one descent couldn’t solve the problem, then let it be a second…
He wanted to obtain the entire Cyart as a sacrifice; as long as the offering was more numerous than before, then there would be a greater chance of success.
At this moment, a long-absent ripple emerged in the depths of the Wordless Elder’s heart.
He couldn’t die yet…
Because he hadn’t obtained ‘real tranquility.’
But the Wordless Elder could only keep summoning a large number of the undead, swiftly evading the combined attack of the three, and at the same time avoiding the attack range of the ‘Forbidden rare artifact’ within Chris.
Yet, Chris was just too fast!
Angel’s Cage!
Chris finally seized the opportunity, using the power of Angel’s Cage to trap the Wordless Elder in the sky, stripping him of all his extraordinary powers!
All the undead that blanketed the skies moments ago vanished in an instant.
“Hmph! We’ve finally got you!”
Zayne’s body was half water, as he unhesitatingly pulled out a forbidden rare artifact from within, an ordinary-looking white scroll.
“A decade of undead catastrophe, and this Cyart civil war, were all your doing, you heretics who worship the Evil God, sins heinous and crimes severe! As a bishop of the Tempest Church, I must have you pay the price!”