From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Meanwhile, within Nasir City.

In the Grand Hall beneath the Fischer Manor, Lilian and the others were attempting to awaken the great Lord of the Lost, following the methods inscribed on the stone tablet.

Since the priority of awakening Him was undeniably of the utmost importance, they had not chosen to assist the Romann family.

As long as the great Lord of the Lost awoke!

All would get better!

The entire Fischer family, the Dawn Church, everyone up and down, almost all believed in this.

Byrne interpreted the inscriptions on the black stone tablet with care and said aloud,

"According to the tablet, we must first select a Holy Land, which should be right here, and then the Priest must purify body and mind through a bath; after which, the Priest also needs to choose four suitable sacred objects."

"Four sacred objects?"

Lilian looked at her father, deep in thought.

"Is there a specification of what these sacred objects are?"

If they were specified as four extraordinary materials, then it might indeed be impossible to find them in a short period, leaving them with no recourse.

No, it wasn't exactly that they had no recourse.

If faced with that sort of unsatisfactory situation, Byrne felt they could use a little bit of the Philosopher's Stone to directly create the needed extraordinary materials with the power of miracle.

Fortunately, after reading a bit more, Byrne continued seriously, "Yes, four sacred objects, according to this, they need to be four things that can represent the Divine."

"I see, I understand now."

Lilian nodded slightly. Other people might think for a long time, but she instantly came up with four things that could symbolize the Lord of the Lost.

"What's next?"

Byrne gazed at the dense text, envisioning scenes from ancient times where the Priest, dressed in resplendent vestments, would chant an old hymn under the light.

The hymn contained the Divine's name, deeds, and a sincere wish for awakening.

Moreover, it had to be in an ancient language capable of directly touching the soul of the Divine. Byrne knew it was a rare language from the Sun Church, which he had once seen in a book fifteen years ago.

While not as knowledgeable as the legendary Sapphire Curator, who was versed in almost all books on Mysticism, Byrne had successfully recorded the contents of nearly a thousand such books over decades.

Without question, he was a living Mysticism library!

And when the hymn reached its climax, the Priest had to summon the mysterious powers of the four elements respectively, enhancing the ritual's power by lighting the sacred fire, pouring sacred water, shaking the wind chimes, and scattering the soil, to converge the world's energy upon the altar.

Then, many prepared extraordinary sacrifices would be offered up one by one, and with each offering, the Priest would recite a verse of praise or prayer, conveying pleas to the Divine.

At the same time, all participating believers had to concentrate intensely, trying to establish a mental connection with the slumbering Divine, conveying their will and pleas through prayer, seeking resonance with the Divine.

Ultimately, to awaken the great Him!

"The more offerings are sacrificed, the higher the chance for awakening, with each sacrifice representing a 'screaming' opportunity. I fully understand the principle now," he said.

After putting down the black stone tablet, Byrne took a deep breath and turned to glance at the red Philosopher's Stone floating in mid-air.

Byrne took the Philosopher's Stone back into his hands, with a very determined tone,

"Let's begin, Lilian."

"Awaken the great Lord of the Lost!"

He looked at his daughter with determination, "We will buy you time, Lilian."

Lilian, seated in her wheelchair, smiled weakly and nodded lightly.

She looked at her father very seriously, closed her eyes and said,

"God will protect the Fischer family."

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Numerous extraordinary powerful experts had already gathered from all over the East Coast Province, about to surround the original "Four Towns" completely, forming an impenetrable wall of death.

The air inside Nasir was so tense, it almost solidified, with every breath echoing ominously, filling the citizens with despair and fear like never before, a sense of urgency cutting through everyone's nerves like a cold blade.

At this moment, those at the core of the Fischer family had already found their positions under Byrne's command, secretly holding their ground at various points in the Four Towns, with the main forces concentrated around the outskirts of Nasir City.

The army was also summoned, but in the current level of battle, they could only serve to sustain endurance.

Even though the impending enemy's strength had reached an unprecedented terrifying level, the people of Nasir had not chosen to give up but were prepared to defend their homeland in an almost tragic manner.

Everyone was clear that this battle might very well end in defeat, and that the Fischer family, the Romann family, and all of Nasir could be completely annihilated in the fires of war.

But no one ran away.

"They're coming."

Byrne stood at a high point in the city, gazing into the sky beyond.

With the heightened perception ability of a Consecution Extraordinary Exponent of the 5th Rank, he was keenly aware that the enemies had arrived.

"Great-uncle, will we win?"

Just then, a tender and lovely voice came from beside him. Byrne knew clearly who it was and turned to look over calmly.

"Hecate, how did you get here?"

The little girl's features were exquisitely delicate, like a porcelain doll painstakingly crafted by an artisan, her skin flawless and suffused with a soft, warm luster, reminiscent of dew-kissed flower petals—fragile yet brimming with vitality.

The immense power contained beneath her closed eyes was terrifying, capable of destroying everything in an instant.

Her long hair, like the gentlest moonlight in the night sky, cascaded over her shoulders in a shimmering, silvery glow, with each strand flowing and ethereal. Continue reading at empire

She was Hecate, the "Demonic Woman," a Reincarnator of a portion of the Witch of Demise's soul, and had become an "Enlightened One" on the Path of Revelation the moment she was born.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In just a mere ten years, Hecate had rapidly ascended to the 3rd Rank of the Path of Revelation, "Prophet," and was on the verge of reaching the 4th Rank, "Unpredictable Sorcerer."

Until now, no member of the Fischer family or Blood Receiver of the Dawn Church had ever advanced in the Power of Consecution as swiftly as Hecate!

People were unsure whether to call her a "genius" or to go a step further and call her a..."monster."

It would be more accurate to say, the witch—

Indeed, that was a precise designation.

"I sneaked out."

Hecate smiled towards her great-uncle, her expression adorable. She resembled an incredibly fine doll and was the only one in the family whose beauty could compare to Chris's.

The girl's lips were always curled in a faint smile, warm and pure, as if it could dispel all the gloom in the world, providing endless comfort and hope.

Her non-human beauty was perfectly embodied in her, virtually unmatched by earthly creatures, unforgettable at a glance.

Yet deep down, Byrne always felt that Hecate had an "aloofness" and "inhuman" quality.

She just wasn't a normal child, and sometimes even acted completely unlike a normal human being.

"Hecate, I am aware of your distinctiveness, your extraordinariness, but now is not the time for you to shine."

Byrne placed his hand on Hecate's head; no matter how others viewed her, in the depths of his heart, Hecate was a member of the Fischer family's many important descendants.

As long as they did not defy the Divine or betray their family, no matter how special and different, Hecate was a relative of the same significant weight in Byrne's heart!

"Now, all you need to do is watch us fight. As for the future of the Fischer family, it remains in your hands."

Hecate nodded gently, smiling, then paused and continued, "Yes, I understand, great-uncle."

From three directions of the Four Towns, more than a dozen Monarch Level Extraordinary powerful experts approached, their combined might enough to change the very color of the heavens and the earth!

Those Extraordinary Exponents capable of altering their form, one by one, stood tall and unyielding like mountains, each step seemingly able to shake the earth and stir the air waves.

The eyes of the Spellcasters glittered with the light of wisdom and power, as if they could peer into the essence of everything in the world, gazing into the deepest secrets of the human heart.

Especially several mid-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents, their auras both robust and profound, some even like the ancient mists of the forest, enigmatic and inscrutable.

"One, two, three, four...."

Byrne counted the number of enemies quickly and from a distance, using intelligence provided by a Chant from one of the Blood Receivers.

There were a total of twelve Monarch Level Extraordinary Exponents, closing in on the Four Towns from every direction, poised to jointly besiege Nasir City within a matter of hours.

The high-level Monarch "Black Starlight" and "Wordless Elder" were absent.

Among all the enemies, four mid-level Monarch adversaries were particularly troublesome: Noah with his "Sword of Salvation," Marquis Vlad, Prince Conrad, and Isabel, a bishop from the Stars Embrace Order.

The remaining eight low-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents also possessed formidable strength, not to be underestimated.

The good news was that under the pressure of the barrier, they could only maintain half their combat power, but the bad news was that even at half strength, this group still held terrifying power.

He issued an order to all in the Four Towns via a Special Seal,

"Strike first. We cannot allow them to complete the encirclement of Nasir City. If Nasir City were to be ravaged by over a dozen Monarch experts, it wouldn't take long for it to become ruins."

Nasir City was the focus of Byrne and the entire Fischer family's efforts; if it were completely destroyed, the pain would be as great as the death of a family member.

"As for how to intercept the enemy, everyone should follow my commands. Our greatest advantage in this battle is not only the barrier's effect but our overwhelming superiority in intelligence, the combination of a multitude of extraordinary abilities..."