From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 253: Chapter 243 The Mad King of Cyart

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The scenery within White Bones Canyon all became hazy and mysterious, as if placed in an extraordinary and surreal world. The moist air was filled with faint mist, making everything seem light and soft, as if time itself had stopped within the white fog.

"Chris?"

Byrne searched for a long time amidst the thick white fog but failed to find anything notably out of the ordinary.

He also failed to find Chris.

Last time, it was Marzo who suddenly disappeared beside him; this time, Chris had vanished. His heart couldn't stop pounding; he felt that the whole situation was not that simple.

After searching for a while, Byrne's innermost thoughts were suddenly filled with the voice of Viscount Bast for some unknown reason.

[Byrne, you have wronged me...]

[It's you who have wronged me ahhhhhh!]

"Hmm?"

Byrne furrowed his brows deeply, not spiraling into a mental collapse or emotional chaos from the appearance of a voice, but he became more vigilant indeed.

The voice of Viscount Bast appeared more frequently, yet still, he remained unmoved. Later on, he heard other deceased voices, like that of sea merchant John, Priest Azure Blue of the Sea God Cult, the voices of the siblings, and even his father's voice.

The voice of Lucius surged through Byrne's mind as though he was just behind him, as if Byrne only needed to turn around to see him.

[Byrne, save me.]

[I am in such pain, Byrne, why won't you come save me?]

[Turn back, look at me, Byrne, I am your father!]

[Only you can free my soul.]

Byrne was completely indifferent.

Deep within, he was very clear that those voices of the deceased were just things to bewitch him.

[Byrne!]

[Why did you abandon me?] Find your next read at ???

[Why didn't you come back to save me then?]

"Lucius" kept roaring behind him, but he could not be swayed.

Byrne took a deep breath and calmly responded:

"Stop speaking these useless words. I am unsure of the Viscount's condition after death, but my father's soul will definitely return to the glorious Lord of the Lost; how could you capture and torment him?"

The souls of the Fischer family would all return to the great Lord of the Lost; each soul would find peace, something they have always firmly believed in!

"And my father sacrificed himself willingly..."

With tearful eyes, he said, "So, how could he ever resent us for not going back to save him?"

Byrne's gaze turned icy, his face expressionless, but the anger deep inside him was about to burst forth. This eerie valley dared to play such a "prank" using his father!

He simply wanted to destroy this place!

It was at this moment that the dense white fog began to disperse, and those voices also faded away.

Suddenly, Byrne saw Chris's figure, as if he had been just hundreds of meters away from the start, very close to him.

The silver-haired man stood calmly on one side of the canyon, staring at the tall walls, as white as jade, completely motionless.

"What's wrong?"

Byrne let out a sigh of relief and then walked over, reaching out to grasp Chris's arm.

He saw that Chris's gaze was very tranquil, and he did not speak for a long time.

Finally, Chris nodded and said:

"Tranquility."

What did he mean?

Byrne was slightly taken aback, and for a brief moment, he couldn't understand what Chris meant. It seemed as if he felt something about the valley; tranquility...

He paused for a moment, then quickly asked:

"Could it be that this valley is related to the Path of Tranquility's Godly Pantheon stairway?"

Chris nodded lightly but did not continue to explain; instead, he maintained his silence.

Why would that be?

Byrne was puzzled and after a long pause, he murmured:

"A valley of bones left by some Heavenly Enlightenment Powerful expert is related to the Path of Tranquility's Godly Pantheon stairway?"

"Perhaps, this will be Chris's opportunity!"

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Cyart Royal Capital.

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It was made of pure white marble, with stained glass windows that resembled embedded gems, and its pristine spires stood tall and proud. The palace's entrance was framed by a grand, classical archway, and the porch above was adorned with exquisite reliefs and splendid frescoes.

Those attending the celebration stepped into the palace as if entering another world, with bright crystal chandeliers hanging in the spacious hall, the floor laid with magnificent and grandiose carpets, and the walls decorated with exquisite murals.

The palace's beautiful garden was laid out with care, the pools shimmering with light, surrounded by lush trees and flowers bathing in the sunlight, making it seem like a mystical land from a fairy tale.

The triumphal celebration ended smoothly, and during the three-day banquet held in the palace, the Cyart King and the nobles drank and exchanged toasts, solidifying the loyalty of nearly every noble to their mighty and brave monarch.

Darren of the Fischer family also had the opportunity to be granted an audience with the Cyart King, as the family's factories had contributed to the army, allowing him to exchange a few words with the Cyart King.

However, that was the extent of the Fischer family's status; the grand families and the key figures of the True Gods Church took up most of the Cyart King's energy and time.

Once the banquets were entirely over, the Cyart King sat alone in the great hall of the palace, sitting quietly on the throne.

A voice resounded, slightly hoarse and feeble.

"Hehehehe..."

"We have finally won."

"It wasn't easy, but so many have died, so many lives..."

His face was pale, his eyes showed exhaustion and concern, and his shoulders, which should have remained firm, drooped slightly, as if bearing the heavy burden of the entire nation.

Even dressed in a sumptuous royal robe, his posture lost its former dignity, revealing a sense of helplessness and fatigue. Despite trying to hide his weariness, deep down he still struggled.

"But have the Cyart people really won? We've spent several years, gone through so much, lost so many people, just to end up controlling a single province.

"It's simply not enough, nowhere near enough!"

"Those Cyart people cannot have died in vain!"

His body trembled, and suddenly he could not help but roar, his face gradually taking on an expression of madness.

"Hahahahaha!"

The next moment, the normally rational Cyart King's eyes became crazed, his expression shifting unpredictably, now furious, now full of laughter, and at times, even breaking down into tears.

"I still have a chance to correct the mistakes..."

"As long as I can complete that ritual, I will ascend to high-level Monarch, and then the Cyart people will be safeguarded, and there will be no danger to this realm."

He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a fierce gaze as he murmured to himself, "Heh, even the Carnian would not be our match."

"This is the only way, isn't it? If I don't do this, when Romann passes away, I'm afraid I won't live many years either..."

"Both of us will die in a few decades, and by that time, who can protect Cyart?"

He finally convinced himself thoroughly.

Rather than letting the Cyart people become fodder for the Last Blood or Stars Embrace Order, or slaves to the Rhea People, my course of action is without doubt the best!

The court mage "Silver Poet" walked in slowly, the silver descendant woman bowed her head calmly but didn't ask with due reverence:

"How have you considered it?"

The Cyart King looked at Silver Poet, seemingly having convinced himself completely, and nodded slightly, speaking in a deep voice:

"Let's begin preparing for the ritual then, they sacrificed themselves for all Cyart people, not for my selfish desires, I believe they would understand."

"The Cyart People are always on the battlefield, and it's inevitable to make sacrifices in war, isn't it?"

Silver Poet fell silent for a while, then nodded and said calmly:

"Very well, merciful and mighty Cyart King, you have made the right choice."

"He will answer your prayers, and great power will tear apart the Rhea People and all other enemies of the Cyart people."

The Cyart King's expression suddenly became filled with exhaustion as he muttered to himself:

"Merciful, what an ironic term you use."

He slowly took out a golden and beautiful Holy Grail, it radiated and shimmered with dazzling light, containing an incredibly extraordinary power.

"My mind has become muddled, Forbidden rare artifact number ninety-three, indeed just one use brings an unbearable cost, it's a pity that when I was stabbed by the 'Black Starlight,' I had no other choice..."

"The power they carry is so strong, but the price is so terrifying, so daunting, if only there were a way to be immune to the price."

Silver Poet slowly shook her head, frowned, and said:

"You are being too greedy, such a situation is absolutely impossible, the very nature of forbidden power means a terrible cost, even false gods must make sacrifices for it."

Since the Church was established ten thousand years ago, all historical records to this day indicate that no one has been able to avoid the cost of using Forbidden rare artifacts.

And only a very few people, like Silver Poet, know that even the so-called "True Gods" have to pay a price when using Forbidden rare artifacts, because that is a law of the world, which even They cannot violate.

Greedy?

The Cyart King scoffed, shouting:

"If we were never greedy, then the Cyart people should have been dead long ago! If we weren't greedy, how could we have wrested the lands for survival from the hands of the East Coast Natives?"

"Our mistake is only that we were not greedy enough!"