Chapter 539 Dream Meeting with Ancestors

"What a pity..."

"If it weren't for fate, maybe we would have a chance to become friends."

"Your sunshine is like your own soul, noble and proud, but too hot to last."

Kano calmly stood at the place where the Son of the Sun God died.

He took a deep breath.

The other party may not have done anything wrong.

At least from the perspective of the Sun Saint himself, it is true...

As for whether we are wrong?

Kano looked at the sky that had changed dramatically, frowning slightly.

"Great Lord of the Lost, I still believe in you."

The sky is no longer blue, but is covered by an extremely thick black fog.

The sun disappeared.

The whole world has become like a sea without light. Natural sunlight no longer exists, and only those sunlight preserved by technologies such as "sun gold" and "canned sunlight" remain, but the number is too scarce, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to obtain them.

The natural law was completely overturned, extreme climates and natural disasters occurred frequently, and various plants and animals mutated into monsters. The once unstable social structure and civilization system finally crumbled in the face of disasters.

In order to survive, people had to engage in silent but fierce struggles for survival.

Food and water became the most precious resources. People had to go deep into the ruins and travel far to the unknown wilderness to find places where food might still remain.

The social order was on the verge of collapse, and the constraints of laws and morals were greatly weakened. People did whatever it took to survive, and theft, robbery and even violent conflicts occurred from time to time.

Every country was gradually disintegrating.

Everyone realized that the real end of the world was coming!

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"God left an oracle saying that He was about to unlock the ninth seal and fell into a deep sleep for a while."

Archer, the high priest of the Dawn Cult, said so.

In the solemn and glorious hall of the Fisher family, a meeting to determine the future fate of the family was being held.

The lights in the hall illuminated the heavy stone walls, and the air was filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

The people of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult were all sitting around a long table carved from thousand-year-old oak. There were nearly two hundred people here, all of whom were important figures.

Darren's eyes were shining. He sat at the head of the long table with a slight smile on his face, as if he had no worries about the upcoming decisive battle.

He was already over a hundred years old, and he had long since lost his former anxiety and sharpness, replaced by a more calm and restrained mind.

"Brothers and sisters of the Fisher family..."

As the patriarch, Darren spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful, and then continued: "We are about to usher in the final decisive battle with the Loen Empire, and this battle is not only about the future fate of the Fisher family, but also about everything on this land under our feet, and everything about the Dawn Cult."

"If we lose, the great Lord of the Lost may even be revived later."

His words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring the hearts of everyone present. On both sides of the long table, family members bowed their heads in thought, their eyes firm.

Everyone knew the difficulty and importance of this decisive battle.

"We, the Fisher family, have been known for our bravery and loyalty since a hundred years ago. We have never retreated in the face of powerful enemies, and we will never do so this time!" Darren's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if it could inspire the courage and determination deep in everyone's heart.

Finally, he slowly stood up, his eyes swept over everyone present, his voice firm and powerful: "Warriors of the Fisher family, let us welcome this decisive battle together. No matter what the result is, Fisher will be worthy of his conscience, worthy of the Dawn Cult, and worthy of the Syat we have always loved!"

"More importantly, we must be worthy of the Lost Lord."

As Darren's words fell, thunderous applause broke out in the glorious hall.

At this moment, Aqir stepped forward, stared at everyone and said calmly: "The world is different now, I think everyone can see it."

"However..."

"The discussion about the doomsday outside is not good for us, and even some people in the Dawn Cult say that all this is caused by the great Lord of Loss..."

Some people in the Dawn Cult changed their faces slightly, because they had also heard of a "coincidence", that is, after a large number of sacrifices in the last sacrifice, the whole world suddenly became like this.

Perhaps, the doomsday-like world scene is really related to the Lord of Loss?

Thinking of this, people immediately realized that they were really disrespectful!

Aqir looked serious and more resolute than ever before, and said: "No, the great Lord of Loss will never want to destroy us. He is the dawn, and is our hope."

"He will never bring about the end of the world. On the contrary, the end of the world is gradually becoming uncontrollable because of His slumber. As long as He wakes up, everything will be better!"

"The great Lord of Loss will save us all!"

Christine nodded slightly in the wheelchair and said: "Yes, we need to reach a consensus on this matter without discussing it."

The people of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult did not speak, knowing that this matter was the red line of the entire family and the cult. Even if it was a direct member of the Fisher family, it would be a serious crime if they dared to slander the Lord of Loss.

Aqir looked around at everyone and said, "In fact, before falling asleep, he guided a divine power to me."

"Divine power?"

When everyone heard this word, their hearts surged. The Orthodox Church has so-called "saints", and it seems that His Excellency Aqir is also a saint of the Dawn Cult!

"This divine power is very small, and it can only do one thing. I think it is necessary to release it before the final battle."

After saying that, Aqir stretched out his hand.

A black mist surged from the back of his hand and surrounded the Fisher family in an instant.

Darren and others just felt that they were gradually falling asleep.

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Under the guidance of the power of the end, the important members of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult crossed the boundary between reality and illusion and arrived at a place beyond imagination-the legendary city of the spirit world.

The city of the spirit world floats in the air, composed of countless twinkling points of light, like the brightest stars in the night sky gathered together.

This city is neither a prosperous city in the human world nor an unpredictable place in the spirit world, but somewhere in between, a wonderful realm constructed by souls, memories and many divine powers.

Felix looked at all this and murmured to himself: "Is this the kingdom of God? Legend has it that the souls of the devout believers are there..." Motor suddenly said: "I think you can never find the soul of Lord Lucius here."

The moment they stepped into the city, a ray of light shone from afar, which was the light of the souls of many devout believers.

Under the guidance of the light, the souls of many devout believers of the Dawn Cult slowly appeared, and their faces seemed to have not experienced any changes over the years, but just like they did when they were alive.

Darren's face changed because he saw his father's soul!

Chris stared at his sister's soul, couldn't help but walk up, and finally hugged Irene.

"It's okay, Chris." Irene smiled, comforting him as if she had done it a hundred years ago.

"Welcome, warriors of the Fisher family and the Dawn Cult." Byrne adjusted his glasses, his voice like the ancient wind, carrying the vicissitudes and wisdom of the years.

"We have been waiting here for a long time, waiting for your arrival, waiting for this day to come."

Not only the two of them, but most of the souls of many devout believers are relatives and friends of the important members of the Dawn Cult in the world.

The people in the world and the souls of many devout believers hugged each other tightly, tears and smiles intertwined.

This is a true miracle!

"Darren, Christine, and Archer, I have something to say to you guys alone, come over."

Byrne waved his hand and asked the three people in charge of the family and the cult to come.

The four of them soon arrived at the hidden city location, and Byrne said calmly: "Since my soul awakened, I have been observing the situation in the world in the spirit world."

"Well, I can be sure of one thing, that is, the doomsday scene of the real world originated from the great Lord of the Lost."

Darren and Christine fell into deep thought, and Archer's face changed drastically, and he retorted: "Even you can't..."

"Stop, I don't want to slander Fisher's God."

Byrne smiled slightly and continued: "However, that situation is definitely not His original intention, but a side effect of similar supernatural power. I don't know if you can understand this."

"As long as He can restore all His power, everything can be saved. I don't want to question it, but just convey the answer."

"I hope you don't have any confusion."

All of a sudden, everyone relaxed.

"Because the great Lord of Lost has fallen asleep again, Irene and I cannot go down to the world as messengers of God to participate in the battle when you and the Loen people are in a decisive battle."

"From now on, everything depends on you."

Byrne said solemnly: "No matter what, the great Lord of Lost must be awakened as soon as possible, because some terrible things are ready to move."

"Our world is indeed about to perish!"