From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

The few cultists outside the wooden house were still completely unaware of all this, and could not see the white light in the sky at all.

The cultists except the elderly priests all laughed with extremely ferocious expressions, scorning Irene's prayer just now.

The leading elderly priest shook his head calmly. He did not laugh at the girl, but showed a hint of pity.

The expressionless old man under the black rainy night is extremely terrifying.

His tone was cold and cruel, as if he was telling the rules of the world.

"Children of pigs who make a living by fishing, there is no doubt that you are the bottom food in this cruel world. Your souls are born low. Because you have no value at all, there will be no gods to protect you."

"Since you have no destination, you should become a sacrifice to satisfy my lord's appetite."

Karl's invisible will projected the white light in the sky onto the leading priest, and the other person's body immediately became extremely dazzling in the dark rainy night.

The decision is yours!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell in the stormy night, like a white sharp blade in the hand of the god, piercing the sky, like a silver snake flying, destroying the darkness, and hitting the priest's body impartially!

A dazzling white light flashed, and the old priest was completely turned into hot black charcoal, leaving no "insulated" part of the body.

The other cultists were all stunned.

Erin was also stunned and couldn't understand what was happening.

Karl was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the white light could summon thunder and lightning.

A girl's lifespan can indeed become a "weapon", but the specific effect is different from what was imagined.

Irene, who had lost part of her white light, was not dead, nor did her face grow old, but there were faint silver strands in her originally dark and smooth hair.

Irene stared blankly at this scene, the tears on her cheeks continued to mix with the rain, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

"What just happened?"

The cultists were horrified to see that the leading priest was not blessed by the bloody demon, but suddenly died of lightning strikes, and they felt a strong sense of foreboding in their hearts.

"The bloody demon please protect us!"

The four cultists who were kneeling on the ground prayed loudly.

They themselves are cultists with blind worship in their minds, completely believing that the power of nature represents the sanction of some mysterious existence.

Karl believed that only by eradicating the root could a greater danger be avoided. In addition, he confirmed that the girl could bear the loss of part of her lifespan, so he did not hesitate to extract the white light again to make a new "weapon".

The invisible blades of judgment marked the cultists one by one, and their bodies emitted a white light that only he and Irene could see.

"ah!"

The second cultist was not struck by lightning, but suddenly burned in flames. He stood up wailing and screaming, jumping in circles wildly, but the flames could not be extinguished even in heavy rain, and he gradually died in extreme pain.

Several other cultists were almost crazy, and they all knew that this was definitely not a random accident, but the intervention of some powerful mysterious force!

"Great bloody demon, someone is killing your followers, please save us!"

The third cultist prayed loudly and wildly. His eyes suddenly widened, he screamed and scratched his face. He knelt on the ground tremblingly. He tried to struggle to breathe but couldn't, as if he was drowning.

Under the horrified gazes of several other people, he drowned to death as water emerged from his lungs out of thin air in the pouring rain.

It turns out that the "weapon" is actually a curse that causes unexpected death, and Carl finally wakes up.

The extracted white light is the life span of the supplicant, and can then mark the individual and curse him or her with mysterious power to cause "unexpected sudden" death.

The fourth cultist and the fifth cultist, they begged for forgiveness from the mysterious existence hiding in the dark, but they still could not escape the end of death.

One of them suddenly became ill and died of suffocation, while the last one also died of drowning.

Irene was stunned and speechless for a long time. Two percent of her dark, damp hair was extremely conspicuous white.

After several operations, Karl also felt mentally exhausted, and the spiritual power in his soul was greatly consumed.

His intuition told him that it would take at least thirty years to recover naturally, which was really a long time.

"It seems that my abilities cannot be used infinitely, but there are restrictions on the 'blue bar'. It's a pity that the cheat is too small and it doesn't count as a cheat at all!"

If he used his ability forcefully again, his spiritual power would be exhausted and he would sink into the darkness where it was difficult to wake up.

If you want to permanently increase the upper limit of the "blue bar" of spiritual power, you must obviously devour more mysterious objects.

Karl meditated deeply, and he would definitely find a way to obtain more mysterious items in the future, and eat like crazy!

In the heavy rain, Erin, who was covered in mud, slowly got up and stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, her eyes completely dumbfounded.

"What exactly is going on..."

Everything that just happened was seen by the girl, and she also knew that these people definitely did not die in a normal way.

The various corpses in miserable death conditions did not frighten her. Instead, Irene felt strong awe and gratitude for the mysterious existence that saved her and her brother!

She is just an ordinary girl living in the town. She has always lived with her parents, poor but not in pain.

But just over a month ago, her parents said they were going out to sea to catch a rare fish with the blood of a monster, but they never came back. People familiar with the town were reluctant to talk about her parents' situation.

But Irene is no longer a child, and she gradually understands that her parents will never come back.

Then, as a sister, she must protect her brother well. She vowed to protect Chris.

It was very hard for Irene to support her brother alone. It was difficult for her to survive alone, let alone take care of a baby in swaddling clothes.

Even if she worked hard every day, the stingy adults in the town were only willing to give a little food, and Irene had to thank them a lot.

She was hungry every day and night, but she still smiled often. As long as she could help her brother grow up, everything would be worth it.

But what happened tonight was so ruthless and cruel. Irene suddenly realized how powerless she was in the dark and cruel world.

"Wow!"

Irene suddenly came to her senses at the sound of her brother crying.

She hugged her brother Chris, who was crying and soaking wet, and quickly returned to the cabin. She quickly used the only dry firewood to make a fire, trying her best to warm up her soaking brother again.

"Well, well, don't cry, don't cry." The soaking wet girl hugged her brother and coaxed him.

It was raining outside the cabin. Irene knelt on the ground, crawling on her thin body like a small animal, asking sincerely.

"Who are you?"

She knew deep in her heart that what had just happened was not a coincidence. There must be a powerful mysterious existence who secretly protected herself and her brother.

"Who are you who saved us?"

As the girl muttered to herself, Carl suddenly felt a gap in her heart, which was quite vague and real.

He realized that this might be an opportunity to communicate with people, and he needed to seize the opportunity and imagine putting part of his soul into it.

The soul fragments entered the girl's body through the inner gap and flowed into her blood in an instant.

Boom!

Carl felt a tearing pain during the whole fusion process, and his consciousness was almost shattered, and even his soul became weak!

He clearly felt that his current state was very bad, at most only enough to split the soul once.

"Ah!"

Irene felt the sudden pain and couldn't help screaming.

She covered the back of her left hand painfully, and a clear red mark appeared on her fair skin. The circular basic pattern had a complex line structure, which was difficult to describe easily.

Dependents.

The sudden words emerged from his memory, and Carl realized that his connection with the girl had become extremely close.

It seemed that it was not just her, but even the red mark appeared on the back of the crying baby's fleshy hand.

It was not just the two of them, but the blood descendants of the entire Fisher family, whether ten generations or a hundred generations, were destined to become dependents forever.

Carl learned an important thing from his memory, that the souls of dependents would return to him after death, and the destination of lifelong workers was after death.

The spirituality they carried would also be transformed into nutrients to strengthen their own souls, just like those mysterious objects, but digesting the spirituality would not harm the soul essence of the dependents.

"The thing on the back of the hand, the red pattern, what is it?"

After a long time without getting a response, Irene, who was sweating from the pain, continued to ask carefully.

"Are you a great god?"

He suddenly found that he could speak deep in Irene's heart. No, there is still a difference. It is actually closer to conveying thoughts and ideas than making a real human voice.

Carl thought that the so-called "god" was too far away. In fact, he was just a broken soul, even attached to the small bottle and unable to move.

But if he only said that he was a passing residual soul, or a terrifying existence like a devil, I am afraid that no human would be willing to communicate sincerely.

Carl thought silently, and very straightforwardly pulled out an identity that seemed extremely powerful and awe-inspiring.

[I am the Lord of the Lost, and also the God who will be revived. ]

[You will help and contribute to the great cause. ]