Chapter 347 - Chapter 347: Chapter 328 Bestow Upon You Guilt (2/2)

“His Majesty Noah has more courage than I imagined, boldly declaring our two families traitors and conspirators with the heretical cult so soon after ascending the throne. It seems he intends to eradicate our alliance, and based on what’s written here, our Noah has already gathered ample evidence.”

Byrne instantly recalled the forbidden Extraordinary materials, “Ashes of Death,” that the Fischer family had helped transport for the Romann family.

Those prohibited religious materials indeed only truly required for the grand sacrificial ceremonies of heretical cults.

Although they had never inquired about the specific details, the likelihood of the Romann family’s collusion with heretical cults was quite high. However, Byrne also had no knowledge of exactly which secretive cult they might be conspiring with.

As for whether the Fischer family was involved with the heretical cults…

Suddenly, Darren spoke up, “Wait a minute, is it just our two families they’re targeting?”

“You mean the Frosac and Jones families aren’t within the scope of the sanctions?”

Byrne nodded slightly and said, “Maybe he also sent messages to steady the Frosac and Jones families. In reality, it’s a very simple tactic of governance, nothing but sowing discord, division, wishful thinking, and ultimately breaking us one by one…”

Darren chuckled and continued, “But it often proves quite effective.”

Turning his head, Byrne looked at his son and said indifferently, “Still, have a little faith in our allies.”

After he spoke, he paused, deep down not holding much confidence in the allied families.

It was probably because he had experienced too much.

“Get on the boat, back to Nasir City immediately!”

Just as everyone was about to board the ship, the climate of the port underwent a dramatic change!

Initially bathed in brilliant sunshine, the harbor’s surface glimmered like countless tiny diamonds, with numerous ships sailing leisurely and seagulls drawing elegant arcs in the sky.

However, the peaceful and harmonious scene changed subtly without notice.

At first, only a few dark clouds quietly emerged at the edge of the sky, moving slowly as if reluctant to disturb anything. Over time, these clouds seemed to come alive; they gathered quickly, expanded, and eventually formed a massive blanket of black clouds, covering the entire sky like a dark curtain.

The arrival of the dark clouds brought noticeable changes. The sea breeze turned fierce, dispersing the warm sunshine and replacing it with a bone-chilling cold.

The waves grew more tumultuous, striking the shore’s rocks with deafening noise, and the previously tranquil harbor suddenly became restless.

“What’s happening?”

“What’s going on?”

“Something doesn’t seem right!”

The people at the harbor noticed the changes. They looked up to the sky, expressions of surprise and fear evident on their faces.

Some fishermen quickly gathered their nets and steered their boats toward the shore; some residents frantically looked for shelter, trying to hide from the impending storm, creating a tense atmosphere throughout the harbor.

The ones who had made it to the ship, like Byrne and company, knew full well that today’s events were no longer so simple.

As time passed, the black clouds grew even lower, as if they were within reach.

Lightning began to zigzag through the clouds, illuminating the dark sky; the rolling thunder shook everyone’s soul, filling many hearts with fear and unrest as a storm was about to arrive!

The whole harbor was enveloped in an atmosphere of suppression and tension.

Amos of the Romann family suddenly shouted, “Look, what is that!”

In the thick darkness of the sky, the undead former Cyart King loomed like a solitary mountain, silently floating above the clouds. His figure was made of dark mists, intermittently flashing a chilling light, as if embodying the deepest part of the darkness.

The fierce sea wind howled, lifting the mist-like cloak on him. His features were obscured by the dark mist, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming with ghostly light.

The former Cyart King’s gaze, like ice-cold blades, pierced the pitch-black clouds, ruthlessly overlooking the port below.

Under his scrutiny, the harbor seemed to become a giant chessboard, with the ships, buildings, and people all becoming pawns. The undead observed every detail on this chessboard quietly, as if searching for an opportunity, waiting for fate to turn.

Byrne stared at the former Cyart King in the sky, a sudden realization dawning deep within him. So that’s how it was; he had used some power to transform himself into one of the undead.

A cold voice came from the sky.

“Aldrich Romann, Byrne Fischer.”

“I declare you guilty!”