At this mont in the Lorne Empire, Karno, having just witnessed the death of Viscount Johnville, was still unsettled.
The surrounding servants were already in panic, his brow tightly furrowed, and he could still sll the scent of burning in his nostrils.
After ascending the 5th Rank, the enhanced perception ability deep within his soul allowed Karno to feel very clearly that the source of the flas just now was a terrifying and astonishingly powerful force.
It was a power beyond the reach of Extraordinary Exponents at the Monarch Level!
"It's as if it were the fire of the sun, like sothing that could incinerate everything, blazing, brilliant, full of power, unmatched..."
Just then, Karno suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and that burning sensation kept intensifying, as if a blazing sun was about to break out, prompting him to instinctively feel that it was very bad!
"What on earth is this heat?"
It was inescapable! Not even any extraordinary power could avoid it, it simply wasn't on the sa level...
This is not good!
He suddenly raised his head, realizing that he was about to et the sa fiery fate as Viscount Johnville!
However, the extrely dire situation did not ultimately occur.
Karno broke out in a cold sweat instinctively and was suddenly startled to see a red complex brand covered by a spell on the back of his hand, gradually beginning to glow!
"It's Him!"
Karno instantly understood, flashing a smile, it was definitely the great Lord of the Lost that had protected him!
In the Terell Church Kingdom, among the papers in the hands of the Saint of the Sun, many nas were burnt to ashes, and hundreds of people around the world, including Monarch powerful experts, were instantly killed by the flas transmitted by thought.
Yet, on the paper, the last na that did not change was conspicuously left alone in his hand — a small slip of paper.
That na was unmistakably Karno Fischer! Experience tales at empire
"Karno? The Fischer family?"
"A protected thief..."
"Child of the Sun God," the Saint of the Sun muttered to himself, pondering this family surna that seed familiar from ten years ago, sensing so unknown force protecting him.
"It's just a matter of ti, the sun's punishnt can ultimately not be escaped... But who exactly is the protector behind you?"
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In the capital of the Lorne Empire, a man cloaked in a black robe walked down the street.
"Having collected evidence for so many years, the mont has finally arrived, it's just a pity that 'monster' has been chasing , otherwise I would have completed it long ago."
The man under the black robe was Bast Leone.
Since being resurrected, he had constantly been trying various thods, hoping to achieve true rebirth.
However, the state of the deceased was hard to truly normalize, and in this state, Bast was not complete, and his strength could not continue to advance to a higher level.
Eleven years ago, he joined Words of Tranquility in an attempt to find a way to restore a newly born body, but even until the destruction of Words of Tranquility, he found no relevant docunts.
Bast had also participated in inciting two heretical cults to besiege the Fischer family, but upon sharply realizing that sothing was amiss, he fled the scene at the first opportunity.
Later, he heard of Byrne Fischer's death.
At that ti, Bast was silent for a long ti, his emotions extrely complex.
"With things having reached this point, according to various scriptures, there's only one thod most likely to give the chance of a complete rebirth."
He had already arrived near the great cathedral of the Salvation Church.
Although he had not yet entered the church, rely being within a hundred ters away, Bast could already feel a substantial oppressive force.
"..."
Bast took a deep breath, already prepared to gamble with his life.
Decades ago, the Lord of Salvation had left behind a powerful Divine Power.
Anyone who could find specific information about the Lord of the Lost's cult would be able to obtain it!
If the Salvation Church failed to keep its promise to grant that Divine Power from the Lord of Salvation, it was very likely to purify him, the deceased, on the spot.
And if the Salvation Church kept its promise, Bast would also undergo a thorough transformation!
It was impossible to report the Fischer family directly, so for eleven years, he had been evading the pursuit of a certain "monster" while continuously collecting various evidence of the Fischer family's collusion with the heretical cult and worship of the Evil God, only recently grasping the key to it all.
"Byrne, don't bla , for this is what you owe ..."
At that mont, his expression was extrely complex; he turned his head to look eastward, but eventually, he turned back with all his determination steeled!
"Let the Divine Power left by the Lord of Salvation grant true life again!"
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The Fischer family's private cetery in Nasir City.
The cetery under the gloomy sky was covered with a thin layer of gray veil, the sky heavy with thick clouds, as if even the sunlight was infected with sorrow.
The fine rain fell like silk, landing noiselessly on the cold tombstones, the quiet place was desolate yet solemn.
The nurous tombstones of the Fischer family were arranged in a scattered order, Lucius, Irene, Lilian, Byrne, Margaret, Erik...
Each tombstone silently told the stories of the past, and at this mont, they were silent listeners.
Darren, dressed in a dark coat, walked heavily and slow, his eyes full of complex and heavy emotions.
He arrived in front of a relatively recent tombstone, stopped, and it was engraved with his father's na, Byrne Fischer, along with a brief biography.
In front of the tombstone were nurous bouquets from people along the East Coast who worshiped Byrne Fischer.
Darren gently placed the white bouquet he was holding down, slowly squatted down, and reached out to gently touch the tombstone.
"Father, I was always naughty as a child, but deep inside, I truly hoped to gain your approval and even swore to protect my sister..."
He looked towards his sister Lilian's tombstone, sighed again, and continued calmly, "Unfortunately, I never did anything right before."
"Now the developnt of the Fischer family is very positive, everything is about to move onto a higher and proper track, I hope your soul in the great Lord of the Lost's care can see these things..."
"Although, now I no longer seek others' approval."
Darren remained silent for a long ti then continued:
"But I learned sothing else, that is about the importance of responsibility. Nowadays, the Fischer family and Dawn Church are in my and Christine's hands, being one of the helms, I must do well enough not to let everyone down."
"It might be arrogance, but I believe I can do well, even if for the Fischer family and Dawn Church I have to sacrifice and kill many people, well, I really don't care about the lives of strangers."'
He paused as he was speaking, then after a long while, continued:
"After all, I am the most evil guy in the Fischer family... However, Hecate's growth, has already gone beyond my expectations, she even gives a feeling that's hard to see through."
"Today, I just ca to chat casually, my wife and mistresses have never really loved , because I deserve it, and I have never had a real friend because the Iron Mask keeps people away... Old Dog, although he admires and looks up to , is not my confidant. After all, admiration is the farthest distance from understanding."
"The only people in this world who truly understand are you and myself."
He took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red.
"Half a year has passed, Peggy after the marriage has successfully beco pregnant, the Siyate Dynasty belonging to the Fischer family is about to arrive, it's just a pity, you couldn't see this mont..."
As ti passed, the rain gradually stopped, but the sky remained gloomy.
Darren stood up, took one last look at his father's tombstone, and then slowly turned around to leave.
His silhouette appeared especially lonely and determined against the darkening sky.
"Rest assured, the Fischer family will never falter in my hands, because any enemy who wants to destroy us must first step over my body."
"No, I will turn those enemies into rotting corpses first."
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