From Secret Clan To The Divine Dynasty
/ From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty Chapter 139 – Chapter 139: Chapter 133: The Sky is Falling!
Chapter 139: Chapter 133: The Sky is Falling!
Reading οn novelcool.ϹΟM , рleaseThe Thunderous Monarch was a low-level Monarch and a top Extraordinary Exponent, possessing the mighty power to slaughter islands from afar, offering great advantages in war.
He was the one supporting the skies of the East Coast!
Yet, now more and more people knew in their hearts that the skies of the East Coast were about to collapse!
Three against one!
The three Monarch powerful experts of the opposition, clearly backed by the masses of the Sea God Cult, left the Thunderous Monarch with no chance of victory, so isolated in deep territory that even escaping alive seemed tremendously difficult.
In the dark night sky, a rout that would surely end in the Thunderous Monarch's death was already taking shape.
How many years had it been?
How many years had it been since bishops from the great churches had last fallen in battle?
The Monarch powerful experts of the Eastern Four Kingdoms were few in number; the Cyart nobles and Tempest Priests on the battlefield simply couldn't understand which factions had suddenly intervened.
On the lightless dark sea surface, the sailing ship carrying the Fischer family completed its turn, following the numerous ships of the Lion clan, swiftly distancing itself from the battlefield that was about to witness a catastrophic disaster.
“Full speed ahead! Leave the battlefield!”
Theo widened his eyes, and shouted excitedly, knowing that it was somewhat late to run.
The next moment, more and more ships in the fleet were turning around, all the clans began to flee desperately!
A malignant chain reaction quickly formed, and the entire still intact army collapsed in an instant, leaving only a few church ships waiting for orders, while the rest attempted to flee the battlefield in a mad rush.
Byrne suddenly perceived that the purple-red stone in his bosom was trembling slightly, as if resonating with something.
“What's going on?”
He suddenly realized that the other side of the sensation was actually the battlefield of the Monarch powerful experts!
“Could it be?”
A storm of shock and incredulity raged in Byrne's heart—could it be that someone was using the purple-red stone there?
He abruptly remembered the transaction at the Alchemy Council; it appeared that apart from himself and 'Solar Gold', everyone's purple-red stones had been traded away for “Spirit Essence”.
Could one of the top experts among the Thunderous Monarch or the forces surrounding him actually be the lady from the Alchemy Council, 'Spirit Essence' herself?
Her reason for trading and collecting the stones at the Alchemy Council was to deal with the Thunderous Monarch!
Byrne couldn't help but feel confused. Wasn't it said that the greatest power of the purple-red stone was only on the level of top treasures and oddities? Could its gathering pose a great threat to a Monarch powerful expert?
“Fuck you all! You're all bastards! Cowards! A bunch of ball-less idiots!”
Curses continued to come from the special spell inscription while the Assistant Priest Zayne, almost mad with fury, spared no one as he hurled insults at those who were deserting in the heat of battle.
Nevertheless, no one paid attention.
Those who were obsequious, those who were 'brave', those who were 'loyal', all suddenly stopped paying any heed to Zayne, the powerful figure of authority.
Suddenly, a tremendous force started to churn the sea surface, swiftly spreading, as several massive Spawn of the Abyss took the form of a tsunami that came along with the dark night, raising enormous waves as if the powers of darkness had awakened, shrouding the entire sea area within!
They flanked the Cyart fleet trying to scatter and flee from both sides.
“Woo!”
On the dark wave crests, the moonlight shone tremblingly, and the tsunami roared like an angry dragon, unleashing an unprecedented calamity within the dark abyss.
The Spawn of the Abyss rose tens of meters, obscuring the moonlight before descending in an instant, overturning entire ships, their numerous ferocious eyes splitting open into sharp-toothed mouths that crunched and devoured the Cyart people howling as they fell into the abyss.
One after another, warships were overturned by the tsunami, and along with the crisis from within the bodies of the Spawn of the Abyss, there came countless members of the sea tribe!
As part of the foreign race that lived in the sea, the sea tribesmen mostly had the bodies of fish and limbs like humans, wielding sharp weapons to tear and pierce flesh and even gaping their maws to brutally consume Cyart people who fell into the sea.
Massive amounts of bright red blood flowed across the sea surface, spreading with the waves unsettlingly, infusing the waters red, the entire world shrouded in a bizarre scene.
Zayne, with his deep blue hair, gaunt face, and a complexion so pale it seemed void of blood, stood cold-faced atop the sea surface, unable to swear any longer.
He stared at the collapsing battlefield, fear and absurdity rising deep within, the Sea God Cult's hidden power was far greater than imagined!
“No matter how decayed the Tempest Church has become, no matter how degenerate those swine are, there's no way they would have failed to detect anything at all, unless someone from within deliberately… concealed it.”
For years, like the other major churches, internal strife within the Tempest Church grew more and more fierce, yet he never thought that someone would actually collude with an external enemy.
It appeared that there would always be those who abandoned all morals first.
They didn't care about the defeat in this war, nor would they mind if millions of people on the East Coast died in the coming years after the Sea God Cult's counterattack ashore!
Zayne looked up to the horizon, gazing at the superior he had followed for over a decade.
Despite being constantly drunk due to the “price” he paid, he would help the fishermen drive away toxic fish tides and would rage and roar over the deaths of the East Coast people, always rushing to the front lines since the war began.
And because of behind-the-scenes dealings by multiple powers, a joint decision, that powerful Monarch king, who reserved his thunder and rage only for the enemy and was considered an 'eccentric' within the church, with few friends…
He was about to die here!
The connection to the Thunderous Monarch had already been severed just now, and even as Zayne tried to communicate via the spell inscription, there was no response at all, indicating that the other party was certainly in an abnormal state.
He could only tremble and mutter to himself as he made “The Oath”.
“I, Zayne Frosac, make a sincere vow to the vast Tempest Overlord, that I will spend decades, even hundreds of years, to avenge you! Otherwise, my soul shall fall into the icy abyss of the underworld after death and never find peace!”
After speaking, Zayne's body gradually turned into seawater and disappeared from the surface of the ocean.
As the disintegrating army escaped further away from the outer limits of the spell inscription, the sustainability of the power owned by the Thunderous Monarch also gradually ceased.
His defeat came even quicker.
In the dark night, the spreading storm clouds and tempest showed signs of dispersing, and even to ordinary people, it was evident that the Tempest Bishop was about to completely give in.
Byrne, Chris, Theo, Erik, and others held their breath on the ship, maintaining silence, feeling a suffocating sense of dread and tightness in their chests.
Even Archibald stopped talking and just stood there trembling.
They kept hearing the roars of the Spawn of the Abyss and the continuous screams and watched as one sailing ship after another was smashed to pieces and sank due to the tsunamis raised by the Spawn of the Abyss.
The terrifying howls and roars of the Spawn of the Abyss were like whispers from the Grim Reaper, heralding the ocean's fury and unstoppable force. The tsunamis rising from the dark sea had the power to destroy everything, turning it all into insignificant foam.
The sailing ship carrying the entire Fischer family was like passing through a tunnel of death, at risk of complete destruction, about to be buried in the abyssal seabed at any moment.
The people on the ship could only pray nervously, without any means of resistance.
Irene was the calmest person on the entire ship, unaffected by fear.
“Oh, great Lord of the Lost, the Fischer family is your most devout follower, please protect us…”
She knew that even if she offered all her life, she couldn't possibly turn the situation around, and could only continuously pray to the Lord of the Lost.
“Woo!”
Suddenly, not far in front of the sailing ship, a massive Spawn of the Abyss surged upwards, bringing a churning dark tsunami that intercepted their path.
“It's over!”
Byrne suddenly looked up, staring at it as it rose high above, carrying the dark tumultuous waters, reaching a hundred meters into the air and an utterly despairing height.
With the sea churning, the entire sailing ship shook continuously. Byrne heard Theo's loud shouts; the constantly swaying ship was trying hard to turn, while Irene also promptly took out a clear bottle and knelt on the ground, wanting to pray for the great power of the Lord of the Lost.
It was too late! It was all too late!
Byrne's heart was burning with impatience; it was completely late! They were all about to die! The total demise of the Fischer family was right before his eyes!
The next moment, they would be buried at the bottom of the sea!
“Transcend!”
Sparks of lightning flashed in Byrne's eyes as his mind worked furiously, pondering any possible way out of the desperate situation!
“Aaaaaah!”
He yelled, without hesitation, he sprinted at high speed, broke through the deck with a stomp, and leaped tens of meters away from the ship.
Except for Irene, who was devotedly praying, and Theo, who was earnestly steering, everyone else on board was stunned, having no idea what Byrne was trying to do!
Midair, he suddenly drew his flintlock and fired a bullet, then decisively snapped his fingers and “shape-shifted” with the bullet flying far away!
The next moment, Byrne was high up in the air, staring solemnly at the sailing ship below the dark tsunami, the vessel's insignificance about to be swallowed by the monstrous Spawn of the Abyss.
He had never tried it before, but now, it was the only thing left to try!
Target Lock on the entire ship and all members of the Fischer family!
Pale fingers stretched out, the middle finger pressed hard, snapping at the space between the ring finger and the thumb.
“Snap!”
Shape-shifting!
In an instant, drawing on all the Spiritual Power within his soul, Byrne frantically tried to swap places with the entire ship. He felt his body trembling violently, and the sensation of his drained power almost made him lose consciousness immediately, blood seeping constantly from his eyes.
An invisible force covered the entire sailing ship, and because there wasn't enough time to adjust the target, he couldn't give up on anyone, and he didn't want to give up on any member of the Fischer family in the first place!
Suddenly, Byrne found himself enveloped by an impending dark sea about to crush down on him.
“The exchange succeeded!”
He let out a long breath of relief and slumped into unconsciousness, completely losing awareness.
The next moment, the people on the ship were amazed to find that they had collectively moved a hundred meters away, and the oppressive dark wave that was above them had vanished!
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a loud boom, the gigantic hull of the ship heavily crashed onto the sea, causing everyone, unprepared for such force, to tumble about, with a few even screaming as they were flung into the sea.
“Mr. Byrne!” “His Excellency Byrne is over there!”
Erik and Archibald both shouted Byrne's name while Chris, expressionless, rushed to the edge of the ship and without hesitation dove into the murderous dark waters.
Chapter end
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