From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

After the leader gave the order, several people around him lunged at the girl with the wolf tail.

"Don’t move!”

The wolf-tailed girl with silver hair immediately pulled out a flintlock, and with a bang, she shot and killed the person closest to her without any hesitation, her cold gaze deterring the others.

But one of the men in black robes stretched out an aged palm and began to quietly cast a spell.

The wolf-tailed girl noticed this and soon felt her mind sink, and immediately panic set in.

"It’s a high-level Beginning mental spellcaster! So powerful!”

Suddenly facing such a formidable Extraordinary Exponent, the wolf-tailed girl was filled with fear, and although she tried to concentrate and resist, her eyes gradually became hazy and her fluffy tail drooped down.

"Catch her! All of you, together!”

"It’s the Divine Power of the Lord of the Lost!”

The villagers then tied her up, and she was led to the foot of the high platform, her eyes blank.

The leader stood on the high platform and looked down at the stupefied wolf-tailed girl, saying coldly:

"Despicable desecrator!”

"Oh Lord of the Lost who created the world, He will take your soul and make you pay a painful price!”

Irene silently watched the scene, calmly observing the people who had fallen into madness, not at all believing that those who pursued the Lord of the Lost for power were true believers of the divine.

They were only fanatical at the moment, but as soon as they received the grace of other deities, they would immediately switch their faith without hesitation.

A hypocritical and bloody sacrifice was about to begin, and the befuddled, spiritless wolf-tailed girl was to become a pitiful victim.

The leader continued to speak in a dull and cold voice.

"Praise the Lord of the Lost, who created the world, for it is His existence that allows us to overthrow the entire world!”

Irene and Lilian finally stood up, their exceptional presence immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

She raised her head and looked at the leader, who couldn’t help but look at her, the two confronting each other.

"Put an end to all of this, desecrator.”

In the pitch-black night, Irene, cloaked in black, only her eyes visible beneath her veil, showed no fear of revealing her identity.

In fact, it was the villagers who should fear her revealing her identity.

"End it?”

The leader’s tone, cold and merciless, clearly carried some anger as he continued:

"What are you doing? Disrupting the sacrifice like this, you are the desecrators.”

Irene looked at the villagers trying to approach and shook her head coldly:

"Impersonating a Priest of the Church, collecting the money of the common folk at will, the great Lord of the Lost will not tolerate your blasphemy. Face your impending doom, you imposter.” ṛàŊօ฿ÊŠ

After these icy words were spoken, the leader was noticeably silent for a while, quickly picking up on Irene’s stance from her speech.

The very thing he had always feared had finally come to find him.

But the elder man had said he must do this, with no reason to refuse…

He had no choice.

"They are desecrators, kill them, sacrifice the blood of those two to the Lord of the Lost!”

The leader issued the command without hesitation, and then a large number of villagers and Extraordinary Exponents rushed towards Irene and Lilian.

"Let night fall.”

Irene murmured to herself as a black light flew out from her body, swiftly reaping one foe after another in the night. They felt only a flash of black, and then they fell in droves.

"Mysterious rare artifact!”

Common folk panicked and fled in all directions, while the black-robed Extraordinary Exponents were astounded that their opponent actually possessed a Treasure class Mysterious rare artifact!

For low-level illegal Extraordinary Exponents, even a Collectible class Mysterious rare artifact was precious, and a Treasure class one was almost out of their reach.

Those rare and significant treasures were often controlled by the various powers of the East Coast Province; it was very rare for low-level rogue Extraordinary Exponents to possess them.

The leader also realized the danger and began to prepare his spellcasting, continuing to shout:

"Kill her quickly!”

Several spellcasters among the robed figures attacked Irene and Lilian with fury, their unleashed Extraordinary power instantly enveloping them and many of the fanatic villagers.

What did it matter if they had a Treasure class Mysterious rare artifact? They would still be killed, wouldn’t they?

They all breathed a sigh of relief, and then greed for that Treasure class Mysterious rare artifact grew in their hearts. It was a pity they all understood that it would likely end up in the hands of the leader, with no others qualifying to touch it.

However, the crowd soon witnessed a horrifying scene.

The bodies of the two severely wounded people healed at a rate visible to the naked eye, completely recovering within a brief few seconds.

Undying bodies!

Everyone looked at this scene with sheer terror, completely paralyzed by fear.

Irene’s eyes revealed a glint of emerald green as she silently stared at the trembling figures in black robes, her cold gaze filled with nothing but the intent to kill.

As long as she wasn’t instantly killed, she could rapidly heal her body through rune power. Unless facing a high-level Transmutation adversary, she now qualified for combat.

"Don’t kill me!”

"Save me!”

The black light formed by “Dark Night” didn’t stop; it instantly harvested the lives of several people in black robes. The remaining ones tried to run, to cast defenses, or to continue their attacks, and a few Bloodline Knights were already charging over.

"The spell I’m about to cast is Thunderous Voice…”

Soul Proclamation·Thunderous Voice!

Irene took a deep breath, barely opened her mouth, and no sound came out.

However, in the next moment, a massive sound that seemed to strike directly at the soul’s depth occurred!

[BOOM!!!!!]

Everyone nearby except Irene and Lilian was shocked by the noise. Hundreds of villagers and figures in black robes dropped to the ground unconscious, eyes rolling back, collapsing in circles around Irene.

Among those who fell, those with the most hostility were swiftly deprived of their lives by the light “Dark Night” had become.

The leader, with strong willpower, did not fall. He was also a formidable spellcaster, attempting to use his spellcasting technique to strengthen a spell he was about to cast.

Unfortunately, the leader was interrupted by the shock of Thunderous Voice and could barely stand, with blood streaming from his eyes.

"I, I…”

He trembled as if attempting to plead for mercy.

"You deserve to die a humble death!”

Irene stared coldly at the pretender; despite not being weak and even possessing low-level Transmutation strength, he was considered an absolute power in several villages.

He still wanted to resist, hoping to cast a spell to turn the tide, but he was already enveloped by the range of Lilian’s Silence Spell, shocked to find he could not make a sound!

Irene, like a death goddess in the pitch-black night, walked step by step onto the high platform, drew an obsidian dagger glowing oddly, and plunged it into the heart of the leader engulfed by fear.

She slowly said,

"Desecrator, this is your fate!”

The Daybreakers waiting outside entered the village to take care of everything that followed. Those desecrators who deceived the world in the name of the gods must be killed.

The sky gradually brightened.

"Please review this, Great Priest.”

A Daybreaker, who had long been disguised as a merchant, came to the village, bowed respectfully, and handed a letter from Byrne to Irene.

"So that’s it. Vanessa is finally about to breakthrough.”

Irene smiled in relief, knowing it was time to return to Nasir Town.

Then, she looked at the unconscious girl with a wolftail, recalling that she seemed to have seen her presence by Mormir’s side.

"Since she belongs to Mormir, let’s spare her life.”

Sitting in the carriage on the return journey, Irene calmly reflected on the many things she had seen and concluded over the years.

All this time, she had been pondering what a true church is, who the true devout believers are, and as a Priest who had made a pact with the divine, what was she truly meant to do as the leader of the church?

A few years ago, she finally realized that her ultimate mission was to solidify the foundation of the Dawn Church so that the faith of future followers would become deeply rooted.

Over the years, Irene had gradually formulated a set of doctrines that should belong to the Dawn Church; recently, she was finally about to make it thoroughly complete.

She planned to use this as the foundational content and in the final years of her life, to write a book that would serve as the most important scripture of the Dawn Church.

This fundamental book of the church would be divided into five parts: the first part would detail why the Lord of the Lost is truly great, His irreplaceable significance to the world, and the inevitability of His full resurrection in the future.

The second part would be about the covenant between the Lord of the Lost and the Fischer family, along with the various miracles He showed, and the unshakeable importance of the Fischer family within the church.

The third part would be about the purpose of the Dawn Church, as well as the favored clans, Daybreakers, and Proselytes, and the specific regulations and codes of conduct each one must follow.

The fourth part would be her refutations against other religious sects’ scriptures, denying the claims of so-called orthodox gods and those mysterious beings. And to avoid being watched by these foreign gods, all divine names used in this part are allegorical and metaphorical.

The fifth and final part would be about her decades of experiences and thoughts from walking among mortals, thoroughly discussing why the world will ultimately perish, and the various reasons why the Lord of the Lost will bring forth a brand-new world, along with the happiness and hope that people will eventually receive in this new world.

The content of the five parts would be spread over thirteen volumes, each corresponding to a step on the God Pantheon stairway. The first volume is named Scroll of Revelation, and the last is Scroll of Divine Sacrifice.

As the journey was not yet over, this book had not been truly completed, nor had any of its text come into existence; it only quietly lingered in the depths of her heart.

"It’s almost time…”

Irene had decided that at a certain moment, she would reveal its contents to everyone in the Dawn Church.

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