Chapter 345 - Chapter 345: Chapter 326: The Birth of a New King (2/2)

Her movements were solemn and reverent, as if she were conducting a sacred sacrificial ceremony.

As the lid of the box opened, a series of golden balls tumbled out, bouncing in the vessel and emitting a pleasing sound.

The Silver Hermit began to count each ball, the name given by every golden ball tugging at the heartstrings of the nobility present.

Finally, she gazed at the crowd and nodded.

“It is Noah.”

Byrne sighed, still remembering how Aldrich had put it these past few days.

Although they would try to choose Baine as much as possible, it was highly likely that the internal members of the Adley Royal Family and the Salvation Church would nominate Prince Noah as the new king.

Because Prince Baine’s ascension could very well mean that everything would stay the same, which would not suit the interests of the Adley Royal Family members and the Salvation Church.

Marquis Vlad would probably also hope for Noah’s accession.

Prince Baine, his expression tense, was silent as if he felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, yet appeared somewhat disappointed.

And the tall, thin Prince Noah with golden hair remained expressionless, even when chosen as the new Cyart King, his eyes betrayed no emotional fluctuation.

The final result was announced, and a fervent cheer burst forth in the hall!

The nobles bowed in succession, paying the highest respect to the new monarch. Although they did not know if the new king would lead the country to a new glory, they understood that they had become witnesses to a historic moment.

The “Sword of Salvation” Prince Noah was officially declared the new Cyart King!

He walked calmly to the throne and looked at the Silver Hermit, bowing his head slightly in deference to the representative of the divine authority.

“I swear to the great Lord of Salvation and all the gods, I will become the ruler of the Cyart people, their defender, their shepherd.”

“From this day forth, I shall become the emissary of the divine, filling the world with the light of the gods!”

Golden sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the smooth marble floor, and the air was filled with the scent of lavender and the smoke of candles.

The Silver Hermit stepped forward, holding the crown in both hands, her aged gaze filled with expectation.

She recited the ancient coronation oath in a low voice.

“The new king of Cyart.”

“The great gods will protect your future, and you must also lead your nation to glory.”

“You cannot deceive the gods, nor betray your own people, you must bear the responsibility of a king.”

“Cyart will become your country, and also the source of your strength.”

As the oath concluded, the Silver Hermit placed the crown on the new king’s head with tranquil determination.

At that moment, the entire palace seemed to stand still, only the glittering gems of the crown twinkling slightly; the new king, Noah, bowed his head gently, allowing the crown to rest securely on his head.

When the new king Noah raised his head, his eyes sparkled with resolute light, a sign of confidence and determination for the future.

Aldrich and Byrne’s gazes shifted subtly, suddenly feeling like they might have misjudged the person.

That new monarch…

Was extraordinary.

New King Noah looked around, expressing his gratitude to the nobles present with a voice that was loud and powerful, filled with confidence and authority.

“Thank you all for your choice.”

“I will bear the responsibility of being a monarch. The Adley Royal Family possesses the Divine Blood of the Lord of Salvation, and we shall forever shine with the light of the Lord of Salvation!”

The nobles stepped forward to congratulate the new king, while the citizens cheered and celebrated outside the church. Byrne watched the scene with an insincere smile on his face.

Darren thought to himself: “Although not the best outcome, everything went relatively smoothly… At least this new king doesn’t seem like a rash person.”

At that moment, Chris suddenly looked towards the distance.

Inside the Royal Mausoleum.

The spirit pivot opened silently.

An asphyxiating aura slowly emanated from within.

Cold and heavy, like a frigid wind surging from the abyss, it carried the icy chill and silence of death.

It spread soundlessly through the air, causing an involuntary sense of oppression and panic. The air around seemed to congeal, and even time appeared to slow and weigh heavily.

The air around the spirit pivot began to twist slightly, as if eroded by this breath of death. Thick black miasma spilled from the cracks of the spirit pivot, coiling and interweaving in the air, eventually congealing into a vague and terrifying scene, as though countless souls were wailing and struggling, their faces twisted and ferocious, filled with despair and agony!