Chapter 405 - Chapter 405: Chapter 385 Settlement (1/2)
Chapter 405: Chapter 385 Settlement
“Sword of Salvation” Noah Adley.
He was the Monarch of Cyart, yet actually, he was a puppet of the Words of Tranquility.
Decades ago, many people even thought Noah was the kind of person who was indifferent to worldly affairs and solely focused on becoming stronger, but that was not the case.
In fact, since reaching the Transmutation Level, Noah Adley had been sent by the old king of Cyart into the dark side of the Adley Royal Family, charged with leading the Royal spies in committing all sorts of nefarious and dark deeds.
He personally led the Royal spies, did many despicable things for the Adley Royal Family, and killed many people for that old king.
Families from all over the nation, dozens of them, were sent to their graves by Noah’s hand. Men and women, old and young, died in pain and despair before him, and Noah’s heart grew colder and tougher over time. He knew that many people had done nothing wrong; they were merely in the way.
During those dark, long years, Noah’s mental state became increasingly shattered and unstable until he finally encountered the Words of Tranquility.
Be at peace.
For some reason, every time he followed the teachings of the Wordless Elder, the spiritual leader of the Words of Tranquility, and engaged in special Tranquility meditation, his heart could fully empty itself, no longer feeling pain or confusion.
Neither his body nor his spirit would be in pain.
Eventually, Noah became dependent on the Words of Tranquility.
He was well aware that the Words of Tranquility had a terrifying reason for reaching out to him. The cult wanted to take Cyart for themselves and even saw all the citizens as sacrifices to be offered to the Songster.
However, Noah also wanted to kill that person.
He knew very well one thing; his father had never intended to pass on the throne to him. That old man was solely focused on becoming stronger and extending his lifespan. If he kept waiting, he might never get his chance.
In his father’s hands, he was merely a dagger, a weapon in the darkness.
To become the Monarch of Cyart and break free from that person’s control, he had to…
So Noah cooperated with the Words of Tranquility in doing everything.
He even gave some intelligence to the Rhea People, to force his father’s hand, and in the end, everything finally came to fruition… if it weren’t for the existence of the Fischer family and the Romann family.
“Good thing I survived. Everything can still be made right.”
He staggered forward, a faint smile gradually appearing on his face.
“I must take refuge abroad. It doesn’t matter if I lose everything in Cyart. As long as I’m alive, who knows what might happen a hundred years from now!”
Survival is the most important thing!
Right then, Noah suddenly felt a terrifying presence.
As if a wolf were drawing near.
It was an indescribable fear that penetrated the bone marrow. The air seemed to solidify, each breath filled with menace and unease. Noah’s heart rate kept accelerating, each beat thundering in his chest, deafening.
His sweat uncontrollably seeped out, slowly sliding down his back, bringing an icy sensation, but it did nothing to alleviate the chill deep inside.
What’s happening?
Noah’s eyes searched around involuntarily, trying to catch even a trace of movement in the surrounding environment, but more often than not there was only silence—a silence more terrifying than any sound.
Reason told himself he should run, but his body was as if bound by invisible ropes, immovable, only able to watch helplessly as the breath of death drew nearer and nearer.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, each about survival and escape, but reality was like an invisible wall, keeping all hope and courage out.
His presence felt like a thorn in the back; every second was torment, every breath came with pain and despair.
Eventually, when the cold blade truly neared, the fear peaked in that moment. Time seemed to freeze, the world lost all its color and sound at that moment, leaving only a struggle between life and death, and that unspeakable extreme fear.
He saw the young man in the distance, the source of his fear, and couldn’t help but roar loudly!
“Chris Fischer!”
Chris, having regained a portion of his Spiritual Power, had followed at the first opportunity, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.
Deaths and injuries were heavy in Nasir City.
He would not spare that man.
Chris walked step by step, while Noah retreated in fear, even eventually unable to help but sit down on the ground.
He no longer had his former nobility and arrogance; all his dignity was completely shattered, and every inch of his skin could not help but tremble.
The expressionless man appeared as terrifying as a god or a demon, filling one with fear!
Just then, an exceptionally strong presence emerged around them.
“Stop.”
The majestic voice came from afar.
Chris slowly lifted his head, and Noah immediately looked up as well. When he saw who the newcomer was, he couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore.
“Hahaha!”
A middle-aged man dressed in the purple robes of a Salvation Church Cardinal arrived quietly.
Each step he took was oppressive, and with his heavy, profound footfalls, it seemed as if the air itself was being compressed by an invisible force, each step echoing like boulders tumbling down a valley.
Chris took a deep breath, forcibly enduring the instinct to retreat from his body.
The surrounding light seemed to dim under the influence of this force, and even breathing became burdensome, as if the very dust particles in the air were intimidated by the approaching aura, motionless.
As the middle-aged man drew closer, the space around them seemed twisted by an unseen force, and even time seemed to slow its pace, like facing an undeniable natural law, and any thoughts of resistance dissipated in that moment.
The middle-aged man came near the two men, and spoke very calmly, his tone authoritative yet incredibly indifferent, as if to inform Chris of an incontrovertible fact.
“Chris Fischer, stop. The war can end here,”
“The Lord of Salvation would not wish to see more bloodshed,”
“You may go back.”
Chris simply gazed at him expressionlessly, silent.
Noah, smiling, said exuberantly, “Your Excellency Albert, you have arrived just in time.”
In an instant, Chris recognized the origins of the middle-aged man.