Chapter 377 - Chapter 377: Chapter 357: Calamity of the Dead (2/2)

To this day, there are no longer swathes of undead appearing, only some extraordinary-powered undead remain, clinging to life in hiding.

Otherwise, relying solely on the extraordinary exponents from the native Eastern Four Kingdoms, it would be nearly impossible to solve the disaster of the undead.

Recently, a blood-red moon had always appeared in the sky.

People did not know why it appeared.

“Has the Red Moon always been a warning from the Lord to us?”

An older follower with furrowed brows and hands crossed over his chest looked out towards the distant villa, trying to find an answer in the vast night.

“Yes, the sudden disaster of the undead and that inexplicable strange red moonlight indeed instill fear in the heart.”

A middle-aged woman beside him took over the conversation, her eyes slightly red, clearly filled with worry.

Her daughter had disappeared seven years ago, and to find her, she was willing to join the Dawn Church, even donating part of her family fortune.

“Have we done something wrong that the Divine has sent us such a sign?”

“No, no, we must not presume to guess the intentions of the Divine.”

A young Blood Receiver stood up, garnering respectful gazes immediately from the crowd. Though he was young, he indeed possessed extraordinary powers.

Those who acquired extraordinary powers after receiving blood were privately called “true Blood Receivers,” and their status in the Dawn Church was indeed much higher.

And thousands of followers still needed to make sufficient contributions to have a chance to obtain the Magic Potion that unlocks the God Pantheon stairway.

His eyes reflected determination and faith.

“The great Lord of the Lost is merciful, every decree of His is filled with deeper meaning, and we should pray more devoutly to find inner peace and wisdom to understand and conform to God’s will.”

“But faced with such dire circumstances, what should we do?”

Someone raised the question, their voice tinged with helplessness and confusion.

“For ten years the disaster of the undead has not passed, our homes, our loved ones all face unprecedented threats!”

“That is exactly why we need to unite more than ever, to firm up our faith!”

A middle-aged Blood Receiver, who had been fixing a mechanical watch, suddenly lifted his head and spoke slowly. His voice was calm and powerful, as if it could pierce through hearts.

“We must 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 join hands in prayer, seeking the Divine’s protection and guidance!”

This middle-aged Blood Receiver, named Owen, was seen by ordinary people as a clockmaker.

He was a third-generation Daybreaker, a contemporary of Colin and others, having joined the Dawn Church for decades. He had reached the 3rd Rank on the Path of Forging, “Sculptor,” and was also the host of this assembly, holding a high position, even capable of speaking with the highly esteemed favored ones of the Fischer family!

Everyone revered and admired him immensely.

As Owen’s speech concluded, everyone bowed their heads to pray.

The room once again fell into tranquility, with only the faint candlelight flickering, reflecting their devout faces. In this moment, all worries and unrest seemed to be smoothed over by an invisible force, replaced by an unprecedented determination and hope.

Owen took a deep breath and continued to speak, “The Lord will soon awaken.”

“At that time, He will bring the Kingdom of God to Earth!”

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The morning in Nasir City was tranquil and solemn, with the atmosphere quietly spreading; the first light of dawn, like fine paint brushed gently by a delicate artist, gradually awakened the sleeping city from the night.

The ancient bell tower appeared indistinctly in the thin fog; melodious bell sounds pierced through the fog, echoing on the quiet streets, proclaiming that a new day was about to begin.

Shops along the street gradually opened their heavy wooden doors or iron bars, and the aroma of freshly baked bread from bakeries mingled with the strong coffee scent wafting from distant cafes, creating a unique morning fragrance.

An old man with a hooked nose and a silver-haired girl arrived in Nasir.

“Is this Nasir City?” the old man, squinting his eyes, asked.

The silver-haired girl had red pupils and wore a fluffy dress, looking like an exquisite doll.

She nodded lightly, her nod substituting for a verbal response.

The old man, with his hooked nose and leaning on a cane, had a face resembling that of an owl. His body, slightly stooped in a black suit, was lean yet filled with a sense of strength. His gaze held a strong mockery of the world.

“Good, we are to collaborate with the Fischer family, they should be of help to us, heh heh.”

“If this family refuses to help us, then they might as well disappear from the world!”