Chapter 345 The Witch is Born!
A village in the East Coast Province is surrounded by lush oak forests, with a few squirrels occasionally jumping between the treetops.
In the center of the village is an ancient Storm Church church, with its spire pointing straight to the sky and stained glass inlaid on the windows. The sun shines through the glass and forms colorful light and shadows on the ground.
The church bells ring on time in the early morning and evening, melodious and solemn, echoing in every corner of the village.
There is an open field on the edge of the village, with golden ears of wheat swaying in the breeze, exuding bursts of wheat fragrance, and at the end of the field is a winding and clear river, where fish can be clearly seen.
Today's afternoon should have been the same as every day before, just a very quiet afternoon, but the harmony of the village was broken by a sudden military attack!
"Help!"
"It's the royal army! The Yadley royal family!"
"Why? Why did King Noah attack his own people!"
The originally peaceful sky was shrouded in smoke and flames of war. The sound of horse hooves and drums intertwined, and the army surged out from behind the distant hills like a tide.
They wore uniform armor, held sharp weapons, and flashed coldness and determination in their eyes. It was like a nightmare made of steel, sweeping the entire village in an instant.
"Ah!"
"Help!"
"Don't kill me!"
The villagers panicked and ran around, with fear and helplessness written all over their faces.
"Fight with you!"
Some young people bravely stood up, took up weapons, and tried to resist the army's attack and protect their homes.
However, the army's offensive was fierce and swift, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, easily killing the villagers, houses burning in flames, and the air was filled with the suffocating smell of smoke and scorched earth.
In this chaos, the church of the Storm Church became the last line of defense.
The villagers flocked to the church, praying for the protection of the vast storm master, and the church bells sounded more solemn and heavy in the war.
However, the army's attack did not stop. They surrounded the church and tried to force the villagers to surrender.
"Come out, I'll spare your lives!"
"Come out!"
"If you hide any longer, I'll burn you to death!"
Although the soldiers of the army kept threatening, they never dared to attack the church of the Storm Church, even though the priest here was just a transcendent who had risen from the origin.
But everyone knew that openly attacking the church meant provoking the powerful church!
Compared with the several ancient and huge churches of the Orthodox God, the entire Siat Kingdom was nothing.
When the war gradually subsided, the village had changed beyond recognition, and the originally beautiful fields had become ruins. The sudden army attack brought endless pain to the village.
After the attack on large cities failed, the armies of both sides began to disperse to various places, constantly attacking enemy villages and towns.
The strategy of advancing one step at a time is undoubtedly correct. As long as the villages and towns are occupied and destroyed to a large extent, the city's production and the supply needed by the army will soon be unable to maintain, and even the large amount of extraordinary materials needed to maintain the city-level barrier will be cut off.
The war has completely entered a stalemate stage. Both sides are consuming each other, and ordinary Siat people have also entered the most painful period. Their situation is even worse than when they went to war with Rhea.
On the ruins of the village, the afterglow of the setting sun fell, coating the ruins with a layer of golden light.
On the land ravaged by war, a devout Storm Church believer knelt among the broken stones, his eyes filled with endless grief and desire.
His hands were clenched, palms facing up, as if he was holding up a heavy prayer, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was low and firm.
"Great God, the vast storm master, please listen to my call." The believer's voice echoed in the empty ruins, with a subtle tremor.
His eyes were tightly closed, tears rolled in his eyes but never fell.
"Look at this land devastated by war, look at these innocent victims, they are your people, they once prayed devoutly on this land, begging for your protection and grace."
The believer's voice gradually rose, full of grief and resentment.
"Now they need your help, they need your miracle to save them, please give us strength, let us rebuild our homes, let this land be revitalized again!"
The believer's hands clenched more tightly, as if trying to grasp the ethereal and sacred power.
The air around seemed to solidify, only the believer's call echoed in the empty ruins, nothing happened.
He begged for three days and three nights, but still no response.
Suddenly, the believer couldn't help but recall a despicable rumor in his heart.
The gods have all left!
No, I can't think like this!
He roared, picked up the stone on the ground, smashed it on his head, and blood flowed down.
Tears flowed from the believer's eyes, and at this moment, a voice came from not far away.
"Only He can help you."
He suddenly raised his head and saw a young man with wolf ears, shouting loudly:
"Who are you?"
The young orc had a resolute and handsome face, with an unruly wildness between his eyebrows, and deep and bright eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.
"I am Alger, a believer of the great Lord of the Lost."
He was the boy who was saved by Lillian that year.
The believer was stunned for a moment and said tremblingly: "Cultist! You are a cultist!"
"Cultist?"
Alger shook his head calmly and continued: "My village was also destroyed by the distortion and irrationality of the world. He sent a miracle and asked the messenger to save me."
"He saves the world, so how could he be an evil god? And I am certainly not a cultist."
"Now I can also give you a chance so that you can be saved by Him."
He stared into the other person's eyes and said coldly:
"Or you can just stay here and pray with your storm until it's too late."
After Alger finished speaking, he turned around and left.
The believer gritted his teeth, stood up after hesitating for a long time, and followed.
He needs a god who can save all living beings!
Alger realized this scene, but did not look back, but went straight to Nasir City.
He wanted to find the person who saved him back then, the messenger of the Lost Lord.
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Nasir City.
At night, the magnificent Fisher Manor is brightly lit, illuminating every inch of the anxiously waiting corner. Christine, who is about to give birth, is lying quietly in the ornately decorated bedroom. Her face is slightly pale, but her eyes are twinkling. With the brilliance of maternal love.
Andre, Lillian, and now Vanessa, as well as her father Chris, whom she often doesn't see, are all gathered around now.
Even the extremely cold Chris looked at his daughter with a trace of undisguised concern in his eyes.
Lilian smiled and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here. My Lord will bless Christine."
Andre nodded slightly and took a deep breath.
He only felt that tonight was more tense than countless life and death battles.
Byrne and others did not come because there were more emergencies on the battlefield. Chris originally wanted to assassinate someone, but he put it on hold tonight because his daughter was about to give birth.
Outside the bedroom, many servants shuttled busily and orderly, with tension and expectation written on everyone's faces.
"Quick, quick, quick! Move faster!"
"Don't block the road!"
The female servants communicated softly, holding clean towels, hot water and carefully prepared potions in their hands, ready for the upcoming delivery.
Tio, the old housekeeper of Fisher Manor, walked up and down the corridor, his face full of seriousness and concentration.
"There can be no carelessness, remember this!"
He constantly checked whether all preparations were in place to ensure that Christine's delivery process would go smoothly.
The old man's eyes shone with determination, and he would definitely protect the family and welcome the arrival of new life.
But there was always one thing that came to his mind.
"Will the new lady be like Christine, Kano, and Ms. Vanessa, who will be cursed and disabled after birth..."
The male servants of the manor are also busy. Some are preparing food and drinks, some are cleaning the rooms, and some are guarding the entrance of the manor to ensure that there is no outside interference.
There was a tense and sacred atmosphere permeating the entire manor, as if the entire universe was praying for the new life that was about to come.
As time passed, Christine's breathing suddenly began to become rapid. She held Lillian and Andre's hands tightly, with perseverance and courage written on her face.
"Hang on!" Andre said nervously and firmly.
"You'll be fine, don't worry." Lilian smiled and nodded.
Finally, with a loud cry, new life came into the world, and the whole manor was boiling with cheers and blessings one after another!
Christine, who had just given birth, breathed a sigh of relief, with a tired and satisfied smile on her face.
"Very good……"
Her injuries were quickly treated by Lillian.
At this moment, Chris was staring at the newly born baby and frowned, as if he had discovered something bad.
"what happened……"
Suddenly, strange colors shone in the night sky, and meteors streaked across the sky like rain, eventually converging into a dazzling beam of light that shone directly on Fisher Manor.
There seemed to be a mysterious force surging throughout Fisher Manor, directing this beam of light towards the cradle of the newborn.
When she opened her eyes for the first time, a deep white light shone in her pure white eyes, as if she could see everything in the world, and as if she could lead everything to destruction!
Catastrophic, huge energy is about to overflow!
Chris suddenly reached out and quickly covered the baby's eyes, with a trace of shock on his face.
At the same time, Karl, who was staring at everything silently, saw what was expected and wanted to smile.
"Sure enough, as I guessed before, Vanessa's ancestors were fused and cursed by the soul fragments of the Final Witch..."
