From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

"Kill me!"

The former Cyart King's eyes shimmered with determination and decisiveness as if he were prepared to meet 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 moments of clarity were few.

If he didn't die quickly, he would once again become 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 former Cyart King in an instant.

Each of these black feathers was filled with lethality that even the former 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 former Cyart King!

The spinning blade contained immense power, and his determined, indifferent eyes sought to sever the former Cyart King's head with this full-powered blow!

"Very good."

The former 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 became heavy. The air they breathed seemed to be encased in ice crystals, cold and bone-chilling. This coldness was not only physical but also mental; 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 became silent and slow-witted, as if controlled by some invisible force.

The completely formless icy force blocked in front of the former 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 tremendous 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 former Cyart King wasn't killed!

Something was going to happen!

The next moment, a young man in a gray-white robe appeared out of nowhere by the former 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 merely patted the former Cyart King's shoulder, immediately filling the latter's eyes with confusion and madness, no longer the clarity of before.

"Aaah! Songster of Tranquility! Please forgive my irreverence!"

The former 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 moment, 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 time, incurring some injuries himself.

At this moment, Aldrich had already restrained Aphrodus's metal 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 moment.

They could all feel an extremely terrifying presence!

The air around them seemed 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 merciless.

This powerful aura contained a potent energy; every time this presence fluctuated, the surrounding space trembled as if even time 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 mere 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 some 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 former 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 former Cyart King, right?"

Amos fell to the ground in terror, completely overcome by the fearsome 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 members of the Fischer family.

Actually, before coming here, the members 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 members 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 moment, 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 former 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 moment.

"Heh heh… You really aren't him, are you? And what if you were?"

However, as the projection shattered and dissipated, the debris suddenly transformed into the figure of another person.

The former Cyart King was stunned for a moment, watching wide-eyed as the broken projection before him turned into Byrne Fischer, who had been far away.

Byrne immediately realized he was being targeted by both the former Cyart King and the Wordless Elder, but he still stretched out his hand recklessly, desperately trying to touch the former Cyart King.

The old man could have dodged, but it seemed as though some powerful instinct and will suppressed his body, preventing him from avoiding Byrne's touch in the end.

"What?"

The former Cyart King was stunned for a moment, still not understanding what had happened.

Suddenly, his sharp eagle-like eyes lost their usual luster, his skin became like withered bark, covered with deep wrinkles. Each wrinkle seemed 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 immense weariness.

"What power is this…"

"A forbidden rare artifact?"

The former 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 moment nearing death, his sanity restored, the former 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 moment he was born and called a genius, to the moment his family was defeated by the Lorne citizens, to the moment 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 me my release."

"This country is now in your hands…"

Everyone at the port watched in astonishment as the former Cyart King turned to ashes in the sky, fading away.

The former 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 moment, he suddenly felt a familiar presence.

And a great voice.

[There is no need to fear.]