Chapter 624 The Lord Strikes


    Hundred Ghosts Weeping usually urred during times of ancient wars when countless lives were


    lost. Many of them were ordinary citizens with various unfulfilled desires and grievances.


    This made the situation extremely difficult to resolve. Such spirits, having died unnatural deaths, could


    not be forcibly exorcised.


    Atwater had assured Wynter that Hundred Ghosts Weeping was unlikely to happen in peaceful times,


    as the natural cycle of life and death usually prevented the rise of such phenomena.


    She had once asked him what to do if she ever encountered such a situation.


    Atwater’s advice was simple and practical–run as far as possible. There was no shame in not being


    able


    to fight 100 ghosts.


    Wynter, however, had no intention of running. She looked at Gabby, who had gone nearly insane in the


    air.


    Gabby had summoned their Cascadian spirits, exploiting the nation’s grievances to turn their own


    against


    them.


    Wynter narrowed her eyes. The idea of deicide crossed her mind for the first time.


    Gabby wasn’t entirely lying.


    In Foplya, wooden dolls were used in rituals and were considered minor deities. But here, Gabby was


    abusing Cascadia’s spirits for her own gain.


    Wynter tightened her grip on the iron rod, ready to strike. But before she could act, Dalton intervened.


    He cleared his throat and looked up at Gabby, A faint, almost non–existent smile yed on his lips. “Do


    you think you can judge me?”


    In the next instant, his attire transformed. Gone was the businessman’s outfit. Instead, he was cloaked


    in an ancient, blood–red robe with wide sleeves.


    His overwhelming presence made it hard for everyone to breathe.


    With every step he took, the sound of bells echoed as the red spider lilies swayed.


    Gold–bronze Fankrit inscriptions snaked from his neck but were concealed. The air thickened with


    blood mist, and the ground trembled.


    No one knew which idiot had the audacity to provoke the lord.


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    As ck feathers fell, Dalton seemed to have teleported. He was now grabbing a spirit in mid–air. His


    blood–red cloak concealed his pale jaw, and his eyes were filled with a frost–tinged ck mist.


    “That was really unpleasant to hear.”


    With a loud thud, he mmed the spirit to the ground Before she could struggle, Dalton had already


    seized Gabby, who was still in mid–air.


    Chapter 624 The Lord Strikes


    The faces of spirits recolled at his feet. None dared to move, and no spirit from the well dared to


    emerge.


    Gabby finally grasped Dalton’s terrifying power. She moved her limbs clumsily and asked in a raspy


    voice,”


    Who are you?”


    “I’ve been worshiped much longer than you,” Dalton said while gripping her neck. “How dare an exiled


    evil spirit im to be God?”


    Sensing the danger, Gabby tried to escape.


    Dalton’s voice was slow and deliberate. “Karma isn’t usually my concern. After all, fate is human–


    made, and I’m not particrly kind.


    “But you just couldn’t stay quietly as a doll. You messed around and dirtied my ce. It’s truly irritating.”


    Hearing his words, Gabbypletely panicked. “Spare me, please! As long as you spare me, these


    spirits.


    are all yours!”


    Never before had she pleaded like this.