From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 583: I love you

“Sigh… It’s not just one, definitely more than one Destruction Element is about to resurrect…” the Glacier King muttered to himself.

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On the Ouden Continent, deep within an ancient and solemn Salvation Church, there lies a dimly lit underground prison surrounded by ancient stone walls.

This place is not an ordinary prison, but a special venue set up by the Church to “protect and guide” those souls who have lost their way in the exploration of the Spirit Realm.

Their minds are troubled by an invisible force, metaphorically depicted in their depths as “Andersen.”

The parasitic creature of the Spirit Realm, “Andersen,” is not a real material entity, but a symbolic conceptual force. They act like invisible chains tightly binding the lost souls, plunging them into endless pain and madness.

Each time night falls, a series of eerie screams echoes from the depths of the prison: “Andersen! Andersen!”

“…”

The Cardinal “Weird Light” of the Salvation Church frowned, standing inside the prison listening to the roars about “Andersen,” feeling very confused and incredulous to this day.

Himself, to actually become the new Pope?

“Weird Light” had thought he would not live past the Pope of Redemption.

Would that ancient man who lived for thousands of years truly die?

He possessed so much Divine Power yet would still die to the End… Just thinking about this, Weird Light felt a chill, and he could barely sleep normally.

“The True Gods have forsaken us, that’s the reality, why couldn’t I face this fact before…”@@novelbin@@

“Weird Light” took a deep breath, listening to the screams from the prison, his gaze growing colder and more ruthless.

“These souls infected by Andersen are beyond saving. It might as well be me who sends you on your way, to let your souls return to the otherworldly god.”

“The so-called True Gods are not worthy of my faith… I need a greater power, the power of the otherworldly god!”

Just then, an Assistant Priest walked in from outside, saying very respectfully, “Cardinal, the Saint of Sun from the South has sent an invitation, hoping that the upper echelons of various churches could gather in the Terrara Church State in the South, put aside prejudices, and join forces again to confront the Fischer family and the Dawn Church.”

Weird Light remained silent for a long time, muttering to himself: “Join forces against Fischer and the Dawn Church… haha.”

“Even if we want to destroy Fischer, as long as they stay in the East and do not come out, we still need to wait thirty years.”

“During these thirty years, I must become even stronger!”

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Deep within an estate of the Fischer family, decorated with the family crest, Family Head Darren sat alone at a wooden table. Outside, the night was ink-dark, and the bright moonlight filtered through the thin clouds.

The leader, who had guided his family to glory with iron fist and madness, now appeared unusually aged and tired. Darren’s face was gaunt, his eyes revealing an indescribable indifference.

In an elegant crystal wine glass on the table, dark red wine gently swayed.

Several months ago, to rescue him who had burned his own soul to obtain a powerful enough force to withstand the Pope of Redemption momentarily, despite the high cost, Darren had stepped onto this road of no return without hesitation.

The price was heavy; his soul’s fire was greatly weakened, his power level rapidly deteriorated. The once spirited and energetic Darren now looked like an old man in his twilight years.

“Both the power of Bloodline and the strength from the God Pantheon stairway have retreated one level, my Spiritual Power and physical condition have permanently slid down, and although I am still an Exponent of the Seventh Tier, my strength is now no different from that of the 6th Rank… haha.”

At this moment, he held the wine glass gently swaying it, his eyes showing not a hint of regret.

On the contrary, Darren’s lips curved with a faint smile, fully aware that he had made the best choice for the future of his family, even though he was extremely weak now, his conviction was stronger than ever.

“Never thought someone like me could have a moment of ‘self-sacrifice’…”

He whispered to himself.

As the night deepened, Darren slowly put down his wine glass and closed his eyes.

In the tranquil night, as he drifted off to sleep, he seemed to hear his father Byrne’s voice, feeling the inheritance that spanned through time and space.

“Father… perhaps you can be proud of me too.”

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At this moment, the “Demonic Woman” Hecate was resting with her eyes shut in her own room, experiencing an unprecedented transformation within her deepest being.

Her eyes tightly closed, she grasped a mirror in her hand, looking thoughtful.

“I am just like Moter; we are both reincarnators… except my past life was much more troublesome…”

Recently, some latent power had been gradually awakening, pulling her into one dream vortex after another. These dreams were not mere illusions but true memories of her past life as the Witch of Demise, a past sealed and forgotten.

In these dreams, time seemed to lose its relevance, and she became once again the Witch of Demise who was feared by the world and an enemy to all beings in the Claud World.

Back then, she possessed enough power to overturn nearly the entire world but also bore endless loneliness and despair.

The sky was dyed red with the flames of war, the earth trembled with her anger, and all living things feared her power.

She was once the most dazzling existence between heaven and earth, but also the greatest threat in the eyes of the Gods.

The Gods, those beings high above, filled with disdain and fear, banded together in an attempt to suppress her.

Even the powerful Witch of Demise could not resist the combined force of the Gods and was ultimately imprisoned in an endless void, enduring humiliation and torment.

The only way to free herself from this imprisonment was through death, and her soul had to be shattered to possibly escape this predicament.

She was filled with anger towards all beings and gambled all methods of revenge on the future generation.

As her dreams deepened, she started recalling more clearly the details of ten thousand years ago; those memories unfolded before her eyes like an ancient scroll, each brushstroke laden with heavy emotions and unspeakable pain.

These memories, sharp as shards, inflicted new wounds on Hecate’s spirit with each dream’s revisitation, making her feel the pain of abandonment and the resilience of never giving up even in the face of the entire world’s betrayal.

“The other inheritors of the Witch of Demise’s soul shards seem to have all died by now; it’s only me left… The Witch of Demise can only resurrect through me.”

“However, if it really comes to that… perhaps I will no longer be the real me, and my situation might be even worse than other ‘reincarnators’.”

“There are too many negative emotions, I need to find a way to clear them; perhaps I can transfer them into someone else’s heart…”

The suppression by the Gods was not just a physical restraint for her but also a torment of the spirit.

She was not alone.

In the Dawn Church, there were many like her, burdened with heavy destinies and pasts, who had been lost and in pain but were all actively seeking their own paths.

“Destruction Element, perhaps it’s not just me who is reawakening, my Lord…”

Hecate suddenly looked up, as if she could see some great existence overhead.

“Your influence on this world is too great; each reawakening only intensifies the ‘destruction’ itself, not just the awakening of the Destruction Element but also the increasingly frequent natural disasters and calamities over the years might be influenced by you.”

“If you truly revive, by then the entire world might indeed be destroyed, perhaps even turned into nothingness.”

Her tone contained no hint of self-mockery, only a coldly rational analysis.

“At that time, the Fischer family will have fulfilled their duty as qualified sacrifices.”