"Kill !"
The forr Cyart King's eyes shimred with determination and decisiveness as if he were prepared to et death with open arms.
Whether it was by his own volition or because of the "Angel's Cage" that he had regained his senses, he wasn't clear, but deep down he knew his monts of clarity were few.
If he didn't die quickly, he would once again beco the enemy's pawn.
The projection of Duke Black Iron, controlled by Byrne, said nothing. His black wings erupted with countless obsidian feathers, which covered the sky and headed straight for the forr Cyart King in an instant.
Each of these black feathers was filled with lethality that even the forr Cyart King could not withstand much of.
Of course, if it weren't for the "Angel's Cage" taking effect, he would have more than one way to avoid most of the damage.
Chris, having used the "Angel's Cage," had instantly lost all his Spiritual Power, but while he hadn't completely fallen from the sky yet, he threw his blade with all his might at the forr Cyart King!
The spinning blade contained imnse power, and his determined, indifferent eyes sought to sever the forr Cyart King's head with this full-powered blow!
"Very good."
The forr Cyart King murmured to himself, already accepting the fact that he was about to die.
Just when Byrne, Chris, and others thought they were about to successfully kill that potent enemy, a sudden presence made everyone choke.
This presence was like a terrifying cold current from the deep sea, silently infiltrating every corner of the port, making people feel an inexplicable oppression and fear.
Under the cover of this icy presence, the breaths of many in the port beca heavy. The air they breathed seed to be encased in ice crystals, cold and bone-chilling. This coldness was not only physical but also ntal; it was like an invisible sword piercing people's hearts, making them feel an unprecedented sense of despair!
It was as if endowed with magic power capable of freezing people's thoughts, binding their souls, and under the influence of this presence, people beca silent and slow-witted, as if controlled by so invisible force.
The completely formless icy force blocked in front of the forr Cyart King, thoroughly warding off Duke Black Iron's attack! Those black feathers all froze in place before him, not inching any closer!
"Who is it?"
Byrne's heart was greatly shocked; his Spiritual Power was also rapidly depleting, the projection of Duke Black Iron he had summoned couldn't be maintained for much longer!
The failure of that strike was a trendous loss!
Chris had also completely exhausted his Spiritual Power and was gradually falling from the sky.
He furrowed his brow.
The "Angel's Cage" had been effective, but the forr Cyart King wasn't killed!
Sothing was going to happen!
The next mont, a young man in a gray-white robe appeared out of nowhere by the forr Cyart King's side.
It was he who had just blocked every attack that could have destroyed the old king.
The young man in the gray-white robe carried a deadly, quiet aura. With a slender, pale hand, he rely patted the forr Cyart King's shoulder, imdiately filling the latter's eyes with confusion and madness, no longer the clarity of before.
"Aaah! Songster of Tranquility! Please forgive my irreverence!"
The forr Cyart King fell back into madness, his hands clutching his head in pain. The silver-white cage around him was fading away, and at this mont, Chris was about to fall to the ground from the sky.
Byrne instinctively thought to use "Instantaneous Transfer" to catch Chris but restrained himself. Chris wouldn't get hurt even if he fell from the sky, whereas he himself had to conserve Spiritual Power.
Darren caught Chris in the nick of ti, incurring so injuries himself.
At this mont, Aldrich had already restrained Aphrodus's tal automaton, the "Silver Poet," and turned his head.
"It's him!"
The citizens also looked up in fear, and nearly everyone in the port focused on that young man at this mont.
They could all feel an extrely terrifying presence!
The air around them seed to solidify with this presence, heavy as lead, pressing on their chests and making it hard to breathe. The wind carried an indescribable scent, like the icy cold and death of an ancient battlefield, cruel and rciless.
This powerful aura contained a potent energy; every ti this presence fluctuated, the surrounding space trembled as if even ti slowed before this force.
It was not just a physical oppression but a spiritual intimidation that involuntarily made people feel insignificant, as if they were re ants before this power, filled with unprecedented fear and powerlessness, as if an invisible hand was firmly clutching their throats, leaving them gasping for air.
The leader of the Words of Tranquility Order, the "Wordless Elder"!
A top-tier, high-level Monarch!
Yet for so reason, they couldn't see the "Wordless Elder's" appearance clearly; they just felt very afraid but couldn't glimpse his true face.
The "Wordless Elder" looked at everyone present coldly, and almost everyone instantly judged that their own power was childishly weak before him.
The gap was just too vast.
Even the forr Cyart King, a mid-level Monarch, could put up a fight, but against an authentic high-level Monarch, a top-tier power, who was one of the few in the whole eastern continent! They found the notion of resisting nearly impossible!
Aldrich took a deep breath.
"Because the big barrier was secretly opened by the 'Silver Poet,' you were let in, and then you took the opportunity to control the forr Cyart King, right?"
Amos fell to the ground in terror, completely overco by the fearso presence, unable to move.
"What should we do? What do we do now?"
[There is no need to fear…]
The voice of the Lord of the Lost echoed in the minds of the mbers of the Fischer family.
Actually, before coming here, the mbers of the Fischer family had conducted a solemn prayer, asking the great Lord of the Lost whether they should attend the funeral and the royal selection.
The final result was that the great Lord of the Lost agreed.
Since it was such a direct divine oracle, even with Karno's prophecy in existence, the mbers of the Fischer family were still reassured. They felt that even if going to the Cyart Royal Capital involved significant risks, it was worth the gamble.
At this mont, the great voice of the Lord of the Lost arose once again.
Do not fear!
And so, whether it was Byrne, Chris, or Darren, the fear in their hearts was instantly dispersed, and they were once again filled with fighting spirit and courage.
Byrne thought to himself that he should at least kill one first!
"Hahahahaha!"
The forr Cyart King, who had regained his madness and power, suddenly reached out and struck the projection of Duke Black Iron with boundless might, shattering it the next mont.
"Heh heh… You really aren't him, are you? And what if you were?"
However, as the projection shattered and dissipated, the debris suddenly transford into the figure of another person.
The forr Cyart King was stunned for a mont, watching wide-eyed as the broken projection before him turned into Byrne Fischer, who had been far away.
Byrne imdiately realized he was being targeted by both the forr Cyart King and the Wordless Elder, but he still stretched out his hand recklessly, desperately trying to touch the forr Cyart King.
The old man could have dodged, but it seed as though so powerful instinct and will suppressed his body, preventing him from avoiding Byrne's touch in the end.
"What?"
The forr Cyart King was stunned for a mont, still not understanding what had happened.
Suddenly, his sharp eagle-like eyes lost their usual luster, his skin beca like withered bark, covered with deep wrinkles. Each wrinkle seed etched with the vicissitudes of life, his hands once able to hold the fate of the entire kingdom now trembled, lacking even the strength to lift a goblet.
His hair was like a wasteland covered by frost and snow, silver-white and sparse, telling of imnse weariness.
"What power is this…"
"A forbidden rare artifact?"
The forr Cyart King slowly closed his eyes, his complexion becoming pale and feeble, his chest heaving with each breath, as if contending with the Grim Reaper.
His heart was full of unwillingness and helplessness, but he clearly knew he was about to die.
But was death really that terrible?
Perhaps being manipulated, living a life worse than death, was the most horrifying thing?
And just at the mont nearing death, his sanity restored, the forr Cyart King took a deep breath and recalled the various events from when he founded the kingdom a hundred years prior.
Back then, he was spirited and the leader in everyone's hearts, and Duke Romann still stood by his side...
Everything was in the past now.
From the mont he was born and called a genius, to the mont his family was defeated by the Lorne citizens, to the mont he went to the far east of the continent to establish a kingdom, it all retraced in his mind again and again.
Especially during the past hundred years, that was the most satisfying part of his life, filled with glory and not at all lonely, and in the end, he didn't destroy the country with his own hands.
That really was the most fortunate thing!
He looked at Byrne and earnestly said, "Thank you for granting my release."
"This country is now in your hands…"
Everyone at the port watched in astonishnt as the forr Cyart King turned to ashes in the sky, fading away.
The forr Cyart King!
Killed by Byrne Fischer of the Fischer family!
Everyone was dumbfounded and shocked at the scene, committing it to the depths of their hearts, never to be forgotten!
Suddenly, the Wordless Elder extended a pale finger and casually pointed it towards Byrne, who was not far away.
He desperately tried to escape through the power of Instantaneous Transfer, only to find that his extraordinary power couldn't be activated properly!
In an instant, Byrne understood.
He was about to die!
And just at that mont, he suddenly felt a familiar presence.
And a great voice.
[There is no need to fear.]
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