From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 80: Chapter 78: The Divine Punishment of the Lord of the Lost

Irene’s lifespan was running out; she had already given up half of it up to now.

And if she was to kill the mysterious entity before her, it would clearly require even more of her lifespan, which meant she wouldn’t be able to survive.

As Karl pondered whether to take the girl’s life again, he suddenly felt a shattered piece of information emerge from the depths of his soul, eventually manifesting into an understandable concept.

All “weapons” were different, and a weapon made of white light would have no effect on the mysterious entity before him.

He could only choose between “emotion” and “sensation”.

To deplete nearly all of the girl’s emotions or senses would be enough to create a “weapon” capable of annihilating the Sea Demon, but the choice of which to utilize had far-reaching implications.

So that was it. Karl ultimately decided to take away part of Irene’s emotions and senses, cautiously avoiding the most important part of her heart.

Irene felt she had lost something, but she couldn’t figure out what.

She just looked up again, wanting to see the white Dawn in the sky.

Pink and dark red lights intertwined in the sky, eventually converging into a blood-red, scorching flame!

It swelled larger and larger, rolling and expanding until it hung alongside the two suns in the sky.

It was as if three suns hung in the sky, shining upon each other.

The Spawn of the Abyss exhibited intense fear and even seemed to beg for mercy. Unlike mortals, it could see that astonishing scene and felt the earth-shattering might.

However, Karl had no intention of stopping.

He was incredibly thirsty; he could feel the allure emanating from that mysterious presence, as enticing as those Mysterious rare artifacts!

Byrne and Irene, along with Chris, members of the Fischer family, watched the spectacle devoutly, all kneeling on the ground.

Karl’s intangible will, carrying the blood-red scorching flames, descended from the sky. Those flames turned into streams of blood-red radiance, each one accurately falling into the many huge, ferocious eyes within the sea.

The Spawn of the Abyss let out a pitiful wail, and Karl could almost feel its extreme fear.

The people of Nasir Town didn’t see the blood-red, scorching flames but witnessed the terrifyingly monstrous waves that seemed poised to swallow the entire town suddenly freeze over, as if time had stopped.

The next moment, it began to crumble as if shattering ice, gradually breaking apart and dissipating like smoke over Nasir Town.

Karl felt a surge of Spiritual Power escaping and didn’t hesitate to devour and absorb it, much like how he would take in various Mysterious rare artifacts.

Delicious.

It was a truly unique taste that filled Karl’s soul with joy, like savoring an exquisite seafood dish, tasting irresistibly fresh and sweet.

Compared to it, those “collectible-grade” Mysterious rare artifacts were mere boiled vegetables—edible, yes, but decidedly bland.

He gradually remembered that when he was at his most thirsty and devoured the Spiritual Power from the transparent bottle, he had tasted a flavor that was utterly delicious, but at the time, his consciousness wasn’t clear enough, so he hadn’t noticed.

All the people in Nasir Town watched this scene in utter astonishment, with only a few understanding what had happened.

They all kneeled down, praying to and thanking the great True Gods.

“A divine miracle, a miracle that saved Nasir!”

“Thank goodness, we’re saved!”

Their cheers were incessant, ecstatic, feeling that the great True Gods had rescued the people of Nasir!

Everyone was excited, the joy of witnessing a miracle immense, and they revered the great gods more than ever!

Only the people of the Fischer family calmly looked at the sacred object in Irene’s arms.

Byrne gazed at Irene in silence, his fingers trembling slightly. The situation had definitely cost her a lot of her life, and another of his relatives was likely to leave him.

He was a bit frightened, afraid that Irene, who was kneeling on the ground, would suddenly turn completely white-haired and then fall.

“Irene?”

Byrne recalled that sad dream he often had, where he failed to protect his family, every member of the Fischer family died, and his father asked him in stern disappointment, full of disdain.

“You failed to protect them, Byrne. I was wrong about you.”

The Fischer family was simply too weak. If they had more power, they wouldn’t have let Lady Isaac escape back, and even without relying on the Tempest Priest, could have made a preemptive strike before the other side became alert.

All instances of helplessness in the world ultimately stemmed from the lack of strength of those involved.

He yearned for power like never before, with even more intense emotions than at any other time, even if it meant being unscrupulous, for the Fischer family had to be strong enough to stand on this brutally harsh continent!

There were only twelve years left, just a scant twelve years before the Rhea People and the Cyart people would almost certainly erupt into a fierce war, faced with external pressure and a level of cruelty that would only escalate.

There was simply no time for slow development, every opportunity must be seized to grow stronger, the Fischer family needed to grasp more power.

Byrne was unlike the others in the Fischer family, absorbing experiences like a sponge soaking up water, and then he would grow and change time and time again.

Karl bestowed upon each family member a God Pantheon stairway that matched their personality.

The essence of the Path of Knowledge was that learning never ends.

“Byrne.”

Irene suddenly turned back and looked at her brother, whose heart was filled with complex struggles, her expression calm.

“I think I understand now, what I’ve lost this time isn’t ‘life’, but rather other things deep inside.”

Not life? Byrne was slightly taken aback, and asked subconsciously,

“If not life, then what is it?”

Irene shook her head and continued indifferently, “It’s the emotion of ‘fear’, as well as the senses of ‘taste’ and ‘smell’.”

“I feel very calm now. This feeling is actually not bad… Hmm, some of the anxiety deep inside me has disappeared.”

After she spoke, she revealed an ethereal smile, though it did not seem quite joyful.

Not losing life, but losing “fear”, “taste”, “smell”?

Byrne was deep in thought, compared to other emotions and senses humans possessed, the ones she had sacrificed were of the least importance.

He could vaguely sense one thing: the great Lord of the Lost indeed provided Irene with protection, and bore the most basic goodwill towards the Fischer family.

If it were a god with no feelings, who fundamentally only used the family, They would not take away “fear”, “taste”, “smell” so precisely, and might have taken away extremely important senses like “joy”, “sight”, “hearing”.

Byrne was deeply grateful to the great Lord of the Lost from the bottom of his heart.

“Although, although I still don’t understand why I am unable to get a response, deep down I hope that next time it will be me making the sacrifice.”

“No, that’s not right…”

He suddenly shook his head, his eyes resolute as he said, “I don’t want any more sacrifices, the Fischer family must grasp stronger power to deal with the crisis that may come!”

Byrne stood up, patted Irene’s shoulder, and said calmly,

“Irene, rest. I’m going to Isaac Manor in North City to confirm the situation.”

Irene didn’t respond, just smiled faintly. She indeed felt extremely tired, but her mind was clearer than it ever had been.

With all fear and anxiety lost, she experienced an unprecedented level of relaxation.

Although Irene also vaguely realized that losing “fear” was definitely not “truly a good thing”.

“Chris, take good care of your sister.”

He looked at Chris calmly, who nodded.

When Byrne arrived in the North City District with the family guards, the calamity he witnessed was heart-wrenching.

Half of the North City District was engulfed by the water, many crumbling walls had fallen, the surviving people were utterly lost, some even knelt on the ground, weeping inconsolably.

North City District was Nasir Town’s least populous but most affluent area, he estimated subconsciously in his heart that about a thousand people had perished in the recent disaster.

Upon arriving at Isaac Manor, Byrne was shocked to see inside the gate Lady Isaac, collapsed on the ground, emitting white smoke, her body shriveled, utterly devoid of vitality.

Without a soul, she was slowly dying.

Lady Isaac gazed at the wary Byrne and spoke slowly in a hoarse voice,

“Just now my soul merged with it, I saw, I saw… So it turns out you also are… I see how it is.”

Her shriveled face suddenly contorted into a demonic expression, full of malice and resentment, as she screamed in anguish!

“How very alike, I curse you, one day you will end up like us siblings! Fischer family, you too will eventually go to hell!”

To prevent her from spewing more nonsensical words, Byrne pulled out his flintlock decisively and shot a whistling bullet, piercing Lady Isaac’s forehead.

He looked around at the ravaged surroundings and fell into thought.

“The Fischer family won’t fall into hell, for we are already within it.”