Chapter 375 - Chapter 375: Chapter 355: The Festival Begins! The Songster Descends! (2/2)
The souls chosen as sacrifices wailed in despair, but their voices soon drowned in deeper, more primal forces.
The vortex at the center of the altar began to darken and take shape, as if a huge, invisible presence was being summoned from another dimension.
The air became abnormally heavy, oppressive to the point of making it hard to breathe, as an ancient and tranquil power permeated the atmosphere, instilling unprecedented fear and reverence in everyone present.
Just then, a gentle ringing sound emerged, as if the heavens were being torn apart.
And as the tearing sound faded, everything around became extremely quiet.
A huge, twisted figure gradually appeared from the vortex.
It was an otherworldly god clad in a black evening gown, wearing a white bird-bone mask, its eyes like deep black holes, devouring all the surrounding light.
Tranquility Songster!
Its body, a mix of twisted white gas and decaying flesh, caused the entire Cyart Royal Capital to tremble upon its descent.
The Songster slowly spread its arms, as if to embrace the entire world.
Followers of the Words of Tranquility, witnessing this, fell to their knees one by one, offering their final loyalty and admiration to the Evil God.
They believed that through this tranquil ceremony, they would receive the peace granted by the otherworldly god.
Every world possesses a “World Will,” the strongest barriers that protect those worlds from being invaded at will by the gods from beyond.
However,
The followers of the otherworldly gods always sought ways to crack open these barriers.
The arrival of the Songster also triggered strong reactions across the world.
Globally, dark clouds flashed with lightning and roared with thunder, and fierce winds howled as if the natural world, under the control of the World Will, was furiously protesting against this sacrilegious ritual that desecrated life and order.
But the Songster was indifferent to it.
It silently raised its head.
The next moment, nature quieted down, and all the flashes of lightning and howling winds disappeared.
As if it had been granted peace.
The entire Cyart Kingdom seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, and people reacted differently, but all without exception revealed fear, despair, and chaos.
Some screamed in terror, running around, their faces filled with helplessness and despair as if foreseeing a tragic fate.
Others chose to kneel on the ground, hands folded in prayer, murmuring to the gods of the True Gods Church, seeking their protection and forgiveness.
They believed that through earnest prayer, they might perhaps convince the Evil God to abandon its intention of destroying the world.
Yet some, though filled with fear, had not lost their reason and quietly observed all the changes around them.
However, it was extremely eerie that no one could make any sound at all.
The tranquil power enveloped the entire country.
A bizarre and powerful energy fluctuation welled up from the void, and the world was enveloped by an indescribable evil force.
In previously silent graveyards, barren battlefields, and forgotten ruins, unimaginable changes began to occur.
The soil gently trembled, tombstones slowly tilted, as if something was stirring beneath the ground.
Suddenly, beams of white light shot from beneath the earth, piercing the silence of death.
As the light faded, the once dormant remains under the yellow soil slowly opened their hollow yet profound eyes.
Though their faces were decayed, their eyes sparkled with an eerie glow not of this world.
These deceased, whether valiant warriors, innocent civilians, or wicked criminals, were now awakened by the power of the Tranquility Songster.
They staggered out of their graves, their limbs stiff yet unnervingly powerful, as if the pain and despair of their former lives had transformed into endless rage and strength!
Byrne!
Fischer!
In the graveyard of the Lion clan, a long-dead corpse slowly climbed up, its voice hoarse, but under the influence of the Tranquility Songster, the sounds did not carry.
Byrne!
Fischer!
I’m back!
His eyes were filled with extreme fury, pain, and hatred!
Any member of the Lion clan who saw his resurrection would be absolutely petrified!
No one would forget his existence!