Novel Full Chapter 384 No Regrets
“Having received the slumbering soul of Lilian, Karl couldn’t help but feel a touch of sorrow.
The recent catastrophic natural disaster left Nasir City heavily afflicted, with tens of thousands dead on the spot, and a significant portion of buildings destroyed.
If Nasir City itself could be considered a member of the Fischer family, then it too had suffered a severe blow.
Even within the Dawn Church many had perished on the spot, including the leader of the Dagger Brotherhood, Moore, whose two brothers also died in the raging flames.
“However, the gains from this battle are also quite substantial…”
“Once a few more people from the Dawn Church step onto the 5th Rank, and Chris steps onto the 6th Rank, everything will start to improve.”
“With the Dawn Church under the command of the Fischer family, conquering Cyart is only a matter of time.”
As for who the next High Priest of the Dawn Church will be, he already had a clear idea in mind.
When the black monolith appeared just now, it had created a dozen devout individuals, one of whom was of the Fischer family’s bloodline; though perhaps not the ideal candidate for the new High Priest, no one else was more qualified and potential.
“The battle has not fully ended yet, I should go check on the situation…”
All believers could serve as a point of descent for Karl’s consciousness, and quickly, he switched his viewpoint directly to Chris Fischer.
“Chris! Your timing is impeccable!”
In the sky above, Zayne, the bishop of the Tempest Church, bellowed.
At this moment, Chris, alongside Aldrich and Zayne, was jointly battling the leader of the Words of Tranquility Order, the Wordless Elder.
The venerable Byrne, with his age-worn body, was being cared for by Ariel, who was blinded in both eyes, at some distance away.
The Wordless Elder remained silent and uncommunicative.
The frail elder summoned a vast army of the undead in the sky to persistently resist the attacks from the trio.
It was a flood made up of the undead, flickering uncertainly, with hollow, lifeless eyes revealing endless resentment and despair.
As the army of the undead drew nearer, the air became suffused with the stench of decay and death, stifling.
The sounds they emitted, a mix of wails, whispers, and screams, merged into a harrowing symphony that pierced the most vulnerable corners of the heart.
In this sea of the undead were yesterday’s warriors, with flames of unfinished battles still burning in their eyes; innocent children, their pure faces marred by fear not belonging to them; and spirits consumed by unconsummated love or inextinguishable hatred.
Among these undead were beings of the Transmutation Level, causing considerable trouble for the trio.
However, if it was the Wordless Elder in his prime, he might have stood a chance to win.
Now, due to his soul being half-destroyed by Irene’s sword ten years ago, having lost half of his power, and suppressed by the Light Barrier, his strength was barely at the Middle Rank Monarch level.
The Wordless Elder could still gain the upper hand against Aldrich and Zayne, but the moment Chris arrived, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.
He was not resigned to this.
The Wordless Elder had always been a prodigy of the Words of Tranquility Order.
Everyone clearly remembered that he could definitely reach the Monarch Level and was even a rare top-tier talent in many years, who might have had the chance to step onto the Heavenly Enlightenment.
However, to the Wordless Elder,
Extraordinary power was utterly meaningless; all he did was in pursuit of true tranquility.
For hundreds of years, the Wordless Elder made many efforts, pored over thousands of books, all for one goal.
That was to make the great Tranquility Songster descend!
As long as He could descend!
All members of the Words of Tranquility would be able to obtain true tranquility!
He firmly believed in this, without any doubt.
Until ten years ago…
The Songster, indeed, descended.
He was so great, so tranquil, filling one’s heart with reverence…
However, what unfolded during the ritual left many in the Words of Tranquility unable to accept it; the phantom of the Tranquility Songster simply vanished, and no one received that true tranquility.
What followed was merely a carnival of the undead, which was far from the ‘tranquility’ sought by the Words of Tranquility.
All efforts were meaningless, the centuries-long prepared ritual successfully initiated, but the outcome was unsatisfactory.
The Wordless Elder reflected for a long time, unsure of what to do, and ultimately decided that the only option was to conduct another ritual.
If one descent couldn’t solve the problem, then let it be a second…
He wanted to obtain the entire Cyart as a sacrifice; as long as the offering was more numerous than before, then there would be a greater chance of success.
At this moment, a long-absent ripple emerged in the depths of the Wordless Elder’s heart.
He couldn’t die yet…
Because he hadn’t obtained ‘real tranquility.’
But the Wordless Elder could only keep summoning a large number of the undead, swiftly evading the combined attack of the three, and at the same time avoiding the attack range of the ‘Forbidden rare artifact’ within Chris.
Yet, Chris was just too fast!
Angel’s Cage!
Chris finally seized the opportunity, using the power of Angel’s Cage to trap the Wordless Elder in the sky, stripping him of all his extraordinary powers!
All the undead that blanketed the skies moments ago vanished in an instant.
“Hmph! We’ve finally got you!”
Zayne’s body was half water, as he unhesitatingly pulled out a forbidden rare artifact from within, an ordinary-looking white scroll.
“A decade of undead catastrophe, and this Cyart civil war, were all your doing, you heretics who worship the Evil God, sins heinous and crimes severe! As a bishop of the Tempest Church, I must have you pay the price!”
He was about to release that forbidden rare artifact when Aldrich, who had never shown negative emotions and always remained composed, intervened with persuasive words.
“Allow me, Lord Zayne, don’t waste your lifespan.”
The calm and forceful words of the “Dragon Taming Lord” Aldrich made Zayne hesitate for a moment.
“Please exert all your might, we have no room to hold back.”
“Rest assured.”
Soon, Aldrich was unleashing powerful force.
A golden liquid began to flow from Aldrich’s body, shimmering with a dazzling and mysterious glow, yet it carried an indescribable allure and danger. Initially, it scattered gently in the air like a fine drizzle, but as time passed, it quickly began to gather, forming into numerous thin streams of gold.
Gradually, these golden streams converged into a river, so vast in scale it seemed like the grandest waterway in nature had been recreated, yet its essence was completely different from any worldly flow.
Their movement was silent yet carried an irresistible force; wherever they passed, even the air was permeated with a faint, heart-palpitating metallic scent.
Quickly, the golden liquid surged towards the Wordless Elder’s body, enveloping him completely.
The golden liquid began to spread at an alarming rate. It behaved as if sentient, circling the Wordless Elder’s body, rising to form an airtight golden cage.
The Wordless Elder tried to struggle, but each effort seemed in vain. The golden liquid seemed to possess infinite elasticity and stickiness, binding him tightly within.
He was not afraid of death.
It was just that deep within, he was filled with regret.
Why?
Could he not find true peace?
Or perhaps, seeking something from a great existence to satisfy one’s desires was inherently an excessive greed and arrogance.
“Huh?”
Karl, inhabiting Chris’s body, felt something odd.
Aldrich was still at the level of a low-level Monarch, but he had acquired new power.
Ten years ago, that power was not within Aldrich. It’s likely that in the recent decade, the Romann family had some fortuitous encounter in the Spirit Realm.
Huh?
Karl could clearly sense that within the golden liquid seemed to contain a soul… and that soul was comparable to those of Monarch Transcendents, albeit even more powerful. But it was unknown why it resided within Aldrich’s body. Your journey continues at empire
Interesting.
“Is it the soul of a leftover from some Legend of the Apocalypse, becoming Aldrich’s ‘grandfather’? I didn’t expect the Romann family to have such an encounter.”
As the golden liquid continued to engulf, the Wordless Elder’s figure gradually blurred. His clothes, skin, and even his bones became transparent as they were eroded by the golden liquid, ultimately merging completely into that golden ocean.
The entire process made no sound, only the shimmering light of the golden liquid and the increasingly strong metallic scent in the air bore witness to this incredible scene of engulfment.
When all became quiet, leaving only emptiness and silence, as well as the golden liquid still flowing slowly, shimmering with an eerie light, it gradually returned into Aldrich’s body.
The extremely eerie scene startled Zayne, who froze for a long while and subconsciously said:
“What was that just now?”
After Aldrich had reabsorbed all the golden liquid, he smiled and said, “It’s just a forbidden rare artifact, nothing to worry about. Please don’t dwell on it.”
“I understand, everyone has secrets.”
Zayne nodded lightly, understanding that his ties with both the Romann and Fischer families were beneficial, given their strength.
Aldrich took a deep breath and shook his head, saying:
“Let’s go check on Byrne. Our old friend is not doing well.”
Zayne paused for a moment and then immediately joined Aldrich to find Chris, and together they went to Byrne and Ariel’s side.
Ariel, having used a powerful forbidden rare artifact, was blind, and no common method could cure her, but she felt no regret.
“I’m fine, but Byrne… he may not make it much longer…”
Byrne lay beside her, not only in deep coma but looking extremely aged as if he could pass away at any moment.
Aldrich sighed at the sight of the two, noting that though they had miraculously triumphed, the battle had come with its costs.
“Nasir City…” Chris suddenly spoke with his strength depleted.
Aldrich shook his head and said meaningfully:
“No need to worry, Lord Chris, a measure I left behind has informed me that the enemies there have all been eliminated and expelled, Nasir City is safe, we’ve won…”
Upon hearing this, Chris nodded in relief.
Just then, Byrne, who had been in coma, was finally awakened by Aldrich’s healing powers.
He opened his eyes with immense fatigue and then saw the four dear friends surrounding him, immediately realizing one thing.
The battle had been won.
“We’ve finally won…”
He took a deep breath and weakly asked:
“Chris?”
Byrne struggled to lift his head toward Chris, and in the next moment, the latter gently nodded.
So that was it.
He instantly understood.
The great Lord of the Lost had awakened.
Suddenly, all the heavy burdens deep within Byrne’s heart were completely lifted, leaving him feeling utterly without regret.