Chapter 332 - Chapter 332: Chapter 316 Funeral (4k Single Update) (1/2)

Chapter 332: Chapter 316 Funeral (4k Single Update)

Cyart Royal Capital.

Within the vast and magnificent royal palace, an old man with a pale face and tired demeanour, wearing a splendid robe, slowly opened his eyes, full of sorrow, on the cold throne.

“I can feel it, he has left…”

The Cyart King’s expression was filled with sadness and pain, and even a hint of despair.

He recalled his interactions with Duke Black Iron over more than a hundred years, those moments they had advanced side by side, events that the Cyart King would never forget for as long as he lived.

In fact, compared to many later achievements and glorious moments, the time when he truly felt the most joyous, the happiest, was when he officially announced the establishment of the Cyart Kingdom.

Back then, both of them were in the prime of life, with Romann breaking through to mid-level Monarch before him in the brutal war, followed by his own breakthrough.

The encirclement formed by the Monarch powerful experts among the East Coast Natives was thus directly shattered by the two top experts face to face.

“That old fellow has already left, from now on who can stop…me?”

“Hehehe…”

Suddenly, a surprising change appeared in the Cyart King’s eyes.

In his aged eyes, where weariness and pain had once been, there now emerged a non-human coldness and decisiveness.

He stood up from the cold throne, his voice resonating through the spacious hall.

“Silver Poet, the plan that has been shelved for many years, it is time to start it again.

Since he has already gone, and the ‘Silver Hermit’ has almost completely lost his extraordinary power due to excessive use of Forbidden rare artifacts, he is not to be feared.”

The Cyart King paused, his eyes shifting from cold to fiery, he shook his head and continued, “So, there’s no one left who can stop me.”

“But my time is also running out, I must act quickly…”

After a while, the court mage “Silver Poet” Aphrodus walked out from the shadows in the corner.

The woman with silver-white hair was silent, nodding gently.

“I understand.”

The Cyart King took a deep breath, the determination and resolve in his eyes like a blade forged from steel, capable of cutting through any thorns that lay ahead.

“The Lorne citizens are coming, they have driven us for a hundred years, and we have made this place into a new homeland, and now the church has colluded with the Lorne people, those Lorne citizens greedily wanting to get their hands on the east of the continent.”

“Sooner or later they will see Cyart as something within their grasp, wanting to take everything here away!”