Chapter 283 The Fourth Level

white sea.

The Dawn Religion has controlled the isolated island for more than ten years.

In a dilapidated wooden house, a taciturn middle-aged man was sharpening a knife.

His thin body leaned forward slightly, holding a whetstone in his hand, and carefully sharpened the knife. The sound of friction between the blade and the whetstone continued to be heard.

At this moment, a young man with slightly dark skin walked in from the door.

Middle-aged men also stopped sharpening their knives.

"uncle."

"Do you really still believe in the sea monster who claims to be a god?"

The dark-skinned young man's eyes were red, and he questioned his trembling uncle. The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the young man with very complicated emotions in his eyes.

The young man continued: "It's just a monster, not a god at all. It can't protect us!"

"you……"

The middle-aged man stood up slowly, raised his knife and pointed it at the boy.

This island has been controlled by the Fisher family for more than ten years, and most of the new generation of White Sea natives on the island have accepted the new faith.

Especially in the past five years, Lillian has received a series of suggestions from Christine and has done a lot with the huge wealth controlled by the Fisher family.

She not only wanted to preach on the island and build magnificent statues of gods, but also established a school on the island and regularly treated physical illnesses for a small number of the more pious natives.

To put it simply, the very few indigenous people who have high enough faith and loyalty are treated completely differently from their fellow tribesmen.

As a result, the new generation on the island, as well as the natives who changed their beliefs, became more and more spontaneous in their belief in the great Lost Lord.

Whether it is the admission quota to the school, the quota to use the "Resurrection Tree", or the ratio of many living resources, they are all limited things to cherish.

Among the tens of thousands of White Sea natives on the island, only the best can compete for it.

The middle-aged man came closer and closer to the boy with a knife, his voice almost growling.

"You don't understand God!"

The young man still stared and said without taking a step back:

"What's the benefit of believing in that monster? Is it really good to sacrifice human beings every year? It's not enough to sacrifice fishermen from the east coast. I even have to sacrifice my parents to it..."

The middle-aged man suddenly raised the knife, his expression almost crazy.

Suddenly, more than a dozen guards from the Order of the Dawn rushed in with flintlock guns, led by a Dawn Walker who had embarked on the second step of the road to divine sacrifice, the "Listener."

The boy took a deep breath and pointed to his uncle.

"I want to report him. He still believes in monsters in the sea. He was the one who destroyed school facilities and killed two sect guards and a student a few days ago!"

The uncle stared at his nephew in disbelief and clenched the knife in his hand.

Dawnbringer sneered and said loudly: "The movements during the escape that day have been discovered by the 'ears', and do you think the malice in your heart can be hidden?"

"Even if he doesn't report you, you can't escape!"

The young man closed his eyes in pain.

The uncle suddenly roared, raised his hand and waved the blade, and his body burst into flames without warning.

"Poseidon is supreme! Furious Poseidon, you will one day completely destroy these scum!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then Dawn Raider raised his gun and shouted:

"Be careful, he is indeed a transcendent!"

The young man opened his eyes in horror, but did not take a step back. Instead, he stood there, staring at the burning flames on his uncle's body.

That flame is really too small, insignificant compared to the great Lord of the Lost!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The uncle frantically rushed towards his nephew with a knife, wanting to die with the traitor, but dozens of "bang bang bang" bullets fell on him, instantly injuring him seriously.

Seeing his uncle lying on the ground bleeding and dying, the young man fell into deep silence.

He squatted down and said in a very firm tone: "Uncle, the Poseidon Order is finished. The so-called 'Poseid' is just a man-eating monster. It ate my parents and the parents of many people."

"Only the great Lost Lord is the only way out for us and the White Sea people!"

The uncle kept trembling and reluctantly stretched out his weak hands to grab the boy's neck. The scarlet blood left a mark on his neck.

The rough palm mixed with blood still fell to the ground.

The young man stood up silently, gasping loudly, feeling a sharp ringing in his ears.

Soon, he heard the Dawnbringer speak.

"what's your name?"

"Ian."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see that adult."

"Um."

Ian nodded slightly, finally he had a chance to meet the adult.

That lord has immense power,

Just one sentence can determine the life or death of tens of thousands of people on this island.

More than ten years ago, that adult suddenly descended from the sky with the people of the Dawn Order, completely changing the fate of the natives on the island.

The young man often even felt that there might not be a more terrifying existence in the world than that adult!

Leaving the cabin, Ian followed the Dawnbringer.

They came to the huge cave. When the boy raised his head, he could see many indigenous workers, still working tirelessly to build the magnificent statue of the Lost Lord.

The great Lord of the Lost, His magnificent statue has been under construction for more than ten years, but it is still not completely completed. The young man couldn't help but stare at it, praying from the bottom of his heart with tears in his eyes.

Great Lord of the Lost.

Please be merciful and protect us.

As White Sea people, we can also become your loyal believers and hope to have the opportunity to be favored by you.

I am Ian.

I crave your mercy!

Finally, after passing through the cave, the two came to a flat ground and stood outside a three-story villa. It vaguely had the architectural structure of Fisher Manor, but the scale was far different.

The Dawnbreaker glanced at the boy not far away and said indifferently: "Wait here, don't run around."

Ian nodded calmly: "Okay, Mr. Dawnbreaker, I obey your orders."

The Dawnbreaker went into the villa to report the news. After a while, the boy was finally allowed to enter the house.

"Finally waited for this day..."

Ian was very nervous and took a deep breath. He finally calmed down and walked into the house a little restrained.

He had seen the lady from a distance several times and knew that she was a beautiful woman who was extremely loyal to the great Lord of the Lost and possessed incredible and powerful extraordinary power.

The lady was powerful, beautiful, and terrifying. So far, too many people on the island had been executed by her because of their strong belief in the sea god.

When the natives saw her, they would be filled with fear and kneel on the ground in fear.

Ian certainly didn't want to be one of the executed people. He also knew that the Sea God Cult was about to be completely destroyed, and there were thousands of people like him on the White Sea. They should not be destroyed with the monster in the deep sea.

There were many things in the hall inside the villa, and there were servants standing by, but there was no figure of the lady.

Although he couldn't see where the person was, Ian still knelt respectfully in the hall.

A proud female voice came from a nearby house.

"Are you Ian?"

He immediately replied, "I am."

Lillian in the room thought for a moment and continued, "Ian, I know your situation. You are the best student in the White Sea in the past five years."

"Yes."

Ian nodded calmly.

He was born with an ability that is very sensitive to numbers, and he thinks that the basic math problems in school are extremely simple.

Lillian's voice came again.

"You pass the final test and will get a chance..."

"As for whether you can grasp this opportunity, whether the great "He" will give you power in the end, it depends on whether you are pious enough."

Ian was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic. He knew that he was likely to become a convert!

So far, there are only a handful of White Sea natives who can become converts!

Lillian suddenly said, "By the way, I heard that you like reading very much, and even stole books."

Ian seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and his body suddenly tensed up. After hesitating for a moment, he admitted and nodded:

"Yes, Lord Lillian, I like reading very much, so I stole a math book."

He immediately added, "I have been whipped that time, and later I swore to the great Lord of the Lost that I would never steal again in this life."

"Is that so, I like reading..."

Lillian fell into deep thought. Although she couldn't accept such a person among the natives in her heart, she did guess what kind of long steps to godhood the boy who loved reading outside would take if he became a convert.

After Ian left, Lillian in the house also closed her eyes and felt the new power she had gained yesterday again.

She finally stepped onto the fourth step recently and became a "herder".

The promotion ceremony to become a "shepherd" is to help the god you believe in to obtain enough believers. Lillian roughly estimated that it would take several thousand people.

She couldn't help but sigh.

"If the Fisher family was located in the center of the continent, they would not be able to come to the chaotic area without clear order like the White Sea. It would be very difficult to produce a large number of believers."

After becoming a "shepherd", she gained 30 physical fitness, 170 spiritual power, and only one kind of extraordinary power, but it was very powerful.

The name of that extraordinary power is "shepherd".

"Shepherd" can communicate with the souls of believers of the gods when they pass away, and make them voluntarily become the dead for their own use.

"Shepherd" has many restrictions. Those dead can only follow the "shepherd" for a maximum of three years, and the "shepherd" cannot accommodate souls stronger than himself.

The number of souls that a "herder" can drive is limited. In the fourth-level "herder" stage, at most one soul can be herded. When one's own strength is improved again, the number of souls that can be herded will also increase.

Sending the dead to fight will continuously consume the spiritual power of the "herder".

Lillian is very grateful to the great Lord of the Lost, who gave her such a sacred power!

If someone in the cult still has a deep attachment to the secular world when leaving, and still wants to serve Him in the material world, this sacred power can be used!

In the past year, many people in the Fisher family have stepped onto the fourth step. Perhaps it is a coincidence, but it does make everyone happy.

Lillian raised her head and prayed devoutly.

"Great Lord of the Lost, please protect my father and let him step onto that step."