Chapter 383 - Chapter 383: Chapter 363: Unconstrained Fischer (1/2)

Chapter 383: Chapter 363: Unconstrained Fischer

The ancient Lilian, with her face covered in wrinkles, lay on her bed with only a wisp of breath left, seemingly on the brink of departing at any moment.

However, leaving the material world behind to return to the embrace of the Lord wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for Lilian.

She suddenly spoke in a feeble voice, “Father, that matter you discovered half a year ago, I have personally confirmed it again.”

Byrne was taken aback for a moment and then spoke with great astonishment, “You actually went to verify it? Have you considered the consequences if it turns out not to be as we thought?”

Lilian gently shook her head.

“That’s why you are not as devout as I am, Father.”

“Deep down, I’ve always felt that things would develop in that way.”

Byrne fell into a deep silence. Then, Lilian struggled to raise her arm, revealing the complex red mark, and continued,

“The people of the Fischer family have always been protected by the great Lord of the Lost; the rules of those false gods cannot harm us… it’s as it should be.”

“Even if we violate the so-called Oath, we will not incur any punishment.”

Byrne nodded his head, his eyes reflecting an astonishing brilliance that spoke of pride—for the bloodline of the Fischer family, and that much deeper reverence for the great Lord of the Lost in his heart.

He continued, nodding, “Actually, pursuing such reasoning further, it’s likely that even if the people of the Fischer family become very powerful, for example, if we eventually have someone reach an Eighth Tier comparable to the ‘Heavenly Enlightenment Level’ or even higher, we could still freely come and go from the East of the Ouden Continent.”

“The rules set by those false gods don’t pose any problem for us at all!”

Without a doubt, this was an enormous advantage.

Across the Ouden Continent and the entire Claud World, the gods established various rules,

Byrne had pondered deeply how to use this advantage. The most important aspect was the “information gap”— outsiders did not know that the people of the Fischer family could break an “Oath.”

He gazed at his important daughter and continued, “Lilian, wait for me for a while… I will find a way to save you.”

Lilian gently shook her head.

“Father, I don’t need to live any longer… Actually, the most important thing for me now is to choose a new High Priest. The Dawn Church must have a leader with steadfast faith.”

“That person doesn’t need to be very powerful, but must absolutely possess an unparalleled, cough cough, will and conviction…”

She was too weak to go on. If not for the power of the Spirit-returning Tree sustaining her health, she probably wouldn’t have lived to see the end of her theoretical lifespan.

“Lilian, who will lead the Dawn Church is primarily for you to decide; we all trust your judgment,”

Having said this, Byrne gently reached out and stroked the nearby Spiritual Dragon.

“Little guy, no, big guy, have you been bullying the two-headed terrapin again?”

This creature had already undergone a significant change in size, standing more than half a person tall. At the moment, it wore a sorrowful expression, whimpering when Byrne touched it.

“Whimper…”

The Spiritual Dragon shook its head, looking pitiful, but its eyes held a sly twinkle.

Now that it was gradually growing, it had nearly reached Monarch Level strength. Deep down, Lilian felt that its true potential was probably something terrifying.

Byrne gave a faint smile and said indifferently, “Take good care of her, will you?”

The Spiritual Dragon nodded obediently.

After Byrne left Lilian’s room, he went to another room.

It was Helen’s room.

A gloomy room with no light shining in, the thick curtains shut tight around, as though nightfall had descended early, barring the light from entry.

The air was filled with a quiet and oppressive atmosphere; Byrne even felt that breathing seemed extra audible and heavy.

In the boundless darkness, the female figure shrunken into the corner appeared especially frail and helpless.

She curled up tight, as if searching for the security once found in the womb, knees pressed against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, her head buried deep in the crook of her arms, leaving only her disheveled hair to flutter slightly in the faint air currents.

Even in this pitch-black environment, Helen’s gaze betrayed an indescribable fear and loneliness.