Chapter 346 - Chapter 346: Chapter 327: Tranquil Celebration (1/2)
Chapter 346: Chapter 327: Tranquil Celebration
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As the black miasma spread, the temperature around the Royal Mausoleum seemed to drop gradually, and more rapidly as time went by.
A chilling sensation rose from deep within the hearts of the guardians of the mausoleum, causing one to shiver despite the lack of cold, this breath of air crawling and spreading as if it were alive, eroding everything around it, making all things wither and decay.
“Ah…”
The guards surrounding the mausoleum were the first to be affected by the black miasma, many of them falling into intense agony as their life force drained away madly.
Their once strong bodies withered away rapidly, eventually becoming like dried up corpses.
Under the shroud of death, everything around the mausoleum seemed so fragile; the guards fell one by one, grass and trees withered completely, the originally smooth ground gradually shattered, and the spark of life was extinguished bit by bit under the oppression of this breath, leaving only dead silence and desolation around the mausoleum.
And standing outside the spirit pivot was a terrifying shadow.
His eyes flickered with a cold and cruel light, as if he intended to bring the whole world under his control.
If Byrne and the others saw him, they would be shocked beyond measure.
The former Cyart King had not truly rested but had become the dreaded King of the Undead, silently waiting in the dark for an opportunity to be reborn!
The resurrected King of the Undead had not lost the dignity and power he had in life!
However, different from his life, the King of the Undead emanated a breath of death that made one’s blood run cold; every movement was accompanied by bursts of chilling wind, as if blowing from the depths of hell.
His very presence made the surrounding air heavy and oppressive, as though even breathing became difficult.
The former Cyart King who had turned into the undead slowly said:
“From now on, I shall no longer be the King of Cyart.”
“I will be the true guardian deity of Cyart!”
Even the Cardinal of the Salvation Church, Silver Hermit, and many Monarch powerful experts, including Aldrich and Byrne, were very certain that the former Cyart King had died.
In fact, they had not misjudged.
Only a few knew that the Tranquility Order, with the blessing of the Tranquility Songster, had the power to sing a very peculiar song that could temporarily transform someone into an undead.
It was the “Wordless Elder,” the master of the Words of Tranquility, who had used that strange song to temporarily turn the former Cyart King into an undead.
“Aldrich, even though you are a wise man, a wise man can only analyze based on the information they have; you could never predict what extraordinary power can do, something you are completely unaware of,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mirth as he chuckled coldly.
“Human wisdom has its limits, only extraordinary power is the true master of the world!”
The time for the transformation into an undead was limited, but the former Cyart King could not wait any longer.
He knew he had to start arranging the grand ceremony immediately.
At that moment, a female figure identical in appearance to “Silver Poet” Aphrodus appeared, though the real “Silver Poet” was at the palace witnessing the birth of a new king.
Her silver hair was very long, her expression serene as she took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to the former Cyart King.
The former Cyart King calmly looked at the letter as it quietly turned to flying ash, the ashes forming letters one after another.
“Haha, very good.”
He nodded, fully aware of the situation with the “Wordless Elder”.
“Wordless Elder, our plan is about to succeed.”
“Let the grand ceremony dedicated to the Tranquility Songster begin from this moment!”
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Because the former king had just been buried, the celebration for the new king’s coronation was postponed to seven days later.
Seven days later.
The coronation of the new king was imbued with warmth and solemnity; the entire city donned its festive best, the streets hung with flags, and people flocked early to the square in front of the palace, eager to behold the new king’s elegance.
The celebration kicked off under the brilliant sunshine, cannons in front of the palace fired in unison, their deafening roars echoing throughout the city, symbolizing the beginning of a new king’s era.
A troop of imposing soldiers marched out from the palace, dressed in splendid military attire, their steps firm, manifesting the majesty of the Royal Family.
Following them, the new Prince Noah appeared, surrounded by his many subjects.
He was dressed in a resplendent royal robe and wearing a crown, his expression neutral, his gaze unyielding. The appearance of Noah immediately sparked cheers from the people of Cyart Royal Capital. Waving flags in their hands, they shouted the new king’s name.
“His Majesty Noah!”
“His Majesty Noah!”
“His Majesty Noah!”