Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1198 - 350: Prayer

[Your life form has been greatly elevated, advancing towards surpassing the material realm, and you have gained the demigod abilities [Divine Perception][Faith Prayer][Divine Blessing]]

[Divine Perception]: A demigod can use a believer as a medium to know all observable events occurring around them.

[Faith Prayer]: Demigods are often called "divine" by ignorant mortals. In the Second Era, many demigods walking the earth were worshiped by many believers because they could receive their prayers, gaining the power of faith and providing certain responses.

[Divine Blessing]: You can use faith as a bond to consume divine power and grant your believers divine arts and protection up to the Second Tier.

"As expected, merely a demigod, can only bestow divine arts of the Second Tier..."

Cassius looked at the information on the panel and couldn’t help but complain.

Second Tier Spell, which for him now is already an alien term. In the conflicts between demigods with a challenge level over thirty that Cassius now experiences, let alone Second Tier Spells, even high-level spells of the eighth or ninth tier may not necessarily be effective.

But for mortals, their enemies are primarily common bandits and beasts, and the harsh natural environment, a spell of the Second Tier is enough to save their lives in times of crisis and even change their fate.

"Then let’s give it a try..."

Cassius calmed his mind, focused intently, trying to use these three demigod abilities.

In an instant, countless faith ties, shimmering with a faint light, appeared in his mind, drooping like willow branches towards various parts of the empire. These strands, some bright, some dim, are mainly determined by the strength of faith and emotion, with each tie opposing a living believer.

Cassius randomly selected a particularly bright and constantly flickering tie of faith, attaching his will to it, and instantly, urgent calls and prayers sounded in his ears—

...

Meanwhile, in the Anzeta Great Wilderness, the eastern part of the North.

"Cassius above!"

The north wind, laden with snow, slashed hard across the man’s exposed skin like a cold blade, leaving a pain as if cut by a knife.

"This damned weather! If His Majesty Cassius were here, he could surely disperse this blizzard," the man was helpless, only bowing his head to pray to that omnipotent emperor, hoping to survive this disaster.

His name was Benny, a merchant from the northern part of Anzeta, making a living by selling coal to city factories. But after a blizzard, his caravan was almost entirely wiped out, with only this wagon left.

Benny curled up in the leeward side of the wagon. His fingers were long numb from the cold, barely holding the whip. He shakily peeked out, his eyes full of terror, breathing rapidly, his breath forming white mist.

On the distant snow slope, pairs of ghostly green eyes were fixedly staring at him. The screeching howls converged, and the sticky foul scent seemed to penetrate the curtain of the snowstorm, rushing towards him.

The horse suddenly bolted with a terrified neigh. It was the Frost Wolves, monsters that appeared with the blizzard! For the Northerners, these Frost Wolves were death incarnate in the snow.

Benny’s heart suddenly stopped, his blood seemed to freeze instantly. He straightened his body suddenly, his back pressing against the cold, hard wooden panels of the wagon, as if it were the only wall providing shelter.

"No... I can’t die here..."

Benny’s throat rolled, his voice hoarse and dry, filled with despair, threatening to swallow him whole.

On the distant snow slope, the largest Frost Wolf raised its head and howled. The other Frost Wolves, as if receiving a command, sprinted across the snow, surrounding the man and horse in a circle, their triangular eyes glowing with greedy and hungry intent.

Benny knew that at this rate, he would surely end up as food for the pack.

But what could he do now?

Escape? The wheels were stuck, the frozen ground as hard as iron, and the snowstorm blinded him. Where could he flee?

Fight the wolves? His guards were all buried in the snow, and he only had a whip left. How could he fend off this savage pack of Frost Wolves?

All he could do now... was pray.

Benny was a devoted believer of the Ashen Empire’s Emperor. He had once witnessed the emperor perform a miracle in a small northern town, dispelling darkness and cold, bringing them a winter night warmer than ever.

Every time before setting out, he would visit the city’s Dragon Oath Sanctuary to pray to the emperor, seeking the protector of trade’s shelter.

At this moment, Benny exerted all his strength to kneel on the ground. Disregarding the cold snow, he clasped his hands, shut his eyes tightly, his voice hoarse like a dying beast’s howl, full of reckless madness.

"Praise the Ashen Empire’s Emperor!"

He spread his arms towards the sky governed by wind and snow, to the emperor of the northern wilderness, comparable to a divine being, sending out a final, desperate cry:

"Great Red Dragon, supreme emperor, I’m willing to give my all, just grant me a way! A way to live!"

The cold wind still howled, drowning out his voice, and the Frost Wolves had given up all pretense, opening their fang-filled mouths, growling as they pounced on Benny.

Benny fell into despair, ready to greet death.

But at this moment.

A miracle.

No, more accurately, a divine event occurred!