Chapter 351 - Chapter 351: Chapter 332 Wordless Elder (2/2)

“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.]