The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

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Chapter 624 The Lord Strikes Hundred Ghosts Weeping usually occurred 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 shin not being able to fight 100 ghosts.

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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 played 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.

As black 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 black mist.

"That was really unpleasant to hear." With a loud thud, he slammed the spirit to the ground Before she could struggle, Dalton had already seized Gabby, who was still in mid-air.

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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 E spirit claim to be God?" Sensing the danger, Gabby tried to escape.

Dalton's voice was slow and deliberate. "Karma isn't concern.

ratt, usually my R. After all, fate is human and I'm not particularly kind.

"But you just couldn't stay quietly as a doll. You messed around and e.

place m dirtied my place. It's truly irritating." Hearing his words, Gabby completely panicked. "Spare me, please! As long as you spare me, these spirits. are all yours!" Never before had she pleaded like this.

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