Chapter 296 - Chapter 296: Chapter 283: 4th Rank "Shepherd (1/2)

Chapter 296: Chapter 283: 4th Rank “Shepherd

White Sea.

The Dawn Church had been in control of the isolated island for over a dozen years.

Inside a dilapidated wooden hut, a reticent middle-aged man was sharpening a knife.

His frail body leaned slightly forward, holding a sharpening stone carefully restoring the sharpness of the blade, the sound of friction between the blade and the stone continuously emanated.

Just then, a dark-skinned youth walked in from outside.

The middle-aged man also stopped sharpening his knife.

“Uncle.”

“Do you really still worship that self-proclaimed god, the sea monster?”

The eyes of the dark-skinned youth were red with emotion as he questioned his trembling uncle; the middle-aged man raised his head to look at the youth, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

The youth continued, “It’s just a monster, not any kind of deity at all, it can’t protect us!”

“You…”

The middle-aged man slowly rose to his feet, raising the knife and pointing it towards the youth.

For over a dozen years, the island had been controlled by the Fischer family, and a new generation of White Sea natives had largely accepted the new faith.

Especially in the past five years, since Lilian, taking a series of suggestions from Christine, used the Fischer family’s enormous wealth to accomplish many things.

She not only preached on the island and built grand statues of the gods but also established a school there, while also providing periodic treatment for the more devout natives’ physical ailments.

Simply put, it meant giving those natives with sufficient faith and loyalty a completely different treatment from their fellow tribesmen.

So, the new generation on the island, as well as those natives who changed their faith, began to believe more and more spontaneously in the great Lord of the Lost.

Whether it was the entrance allocation for the school, “Spirit-returning Tree” usage slots, or the distribution of many living resources, they were all treasures to be cherished.

Among the ten thousand White Sea natives on the island, only the very best could compete for them.

The middle-aged man holding the knife approached the youth, his voice almost a growl.

“You don’t understand the divine!”

The youth stood firm, eyes wide open, without retreating half a step, he said:

“What’s so good about worshiping that monster? Is it really good to offer living people as sacrifices every year? Sacrificing fishermen from the East Coast wasn’t enough; you even sacrificed my parents to it…”

The middle-aged man suddenly raised the knife, his demeanor nearly manic.

Suddenly, a dozen Dawn Church guards armed with flintlocks rushed in, led by a Daybreaker who had stepped onto the 2nd Rank of the Path of Divine Sacrifice, the Listener.

The youth took a deep breath and pointed at his uncle.

“I want to report, he still worships the sea monster, he destroyed school facilities a few days ago, he’s the one who killed two church guards and a student!”

The uncle’s eyes widened, incredulously looking at his nephew while gripping the knife tightly.

The Daybreaker scoffed loudly, “The noise during your escape has already been discovered by ‘Ears’, and do you think you can hide your malice in your heart?”

“Even if he didn’t report you, you wouldn’t have escaped!”

The youth closed his eyes in pain.

The uncle suddenly roared, swinging the knife wildly, flames ignited on his body without warning.

“Sea God above all! Oh furious Sea God, one day you will utterly destroy all these remnants!”

Everyone was stunned momentarily, and the Daybreaker shouted while raising his gun:

“Be careful, he is indeed an Extraordinary Exponent!”

The youth opened his eyes in shock, but did not take a step back, instead standing there, staring at the flames burning on his uncle’s body.

That flame was far too small, nothing compared to the great Lord of the Lost!

“Aaaaaaaaah!”

The uncle, waving the knife crazily, charged at his nephew, wanting to perish along with the traitor, but a dozen bullets hit him, instantly inflicting severe wounds.

Watching his uncle bleeding profusely on the ground, on the verge of death, the youth fell into deep silence.

He knelt down and said with utmost conviction, “Uncle, the Sea God Cult is finished, the so-called ‘Sea God’ is nothing more than a man-eating monster that has devoured my parents and many others’ parents.”

“Only the great Lord of the Lost is the sole way out for us, the White Sea people!”

The uncle shivered uncontrollably, struggling to extend a feeble hand to grab the youth’s neck, a crimson bloodprint staining his neck.

That rough hand mixed with blood, however, fell to the ground.

The youth stood up silently, breathing heavily, feeling a piercing tinnitus.

Before long, he heard the Daybreaker speak.

“What’s your name?”

“Ian.”

“Come, I’ll take you to meet that person.”

“Alright.”

Ian nodded slightly, finally getting the chance to meet that person.

That person held immense power,

with just one word, he could decide life or death for the tens of thousands on the island.

Ten years ago, that person suddenly descended with the people of the Dawn Church, completely altering the fate of the natives on the island.