Chapter 187 - Chapter 187: Chapter 179 Epilogue (1/2)
Chapter 187: Chapter 179 Epilogue
Just when everyone was terrified to their core, fearing that all the thousands of people within the estate would be slaughtered by the mysterious figure, the gentle golden sunlight gradually disappeared.
“Enough,” he muttered.
The lifeless eyes of “Solar Gold” gazed into the distance, aware that his actions had alarmed numerous Monarch powerful experts in the neighboring provinces on the East Coast, and he could not stay any longer.
The two top powers in Cyart he feared the most were the Cyart King and Duke Black Iron, both of whom were very likely stronger than “Solar Gold.”
Next, he needed to leave Cyart territory quickly, without being intercepted and entangled.
In the next moment, the body of “Solar Gold” turned into a beam of golden light, completely vanishing into the horizon.
“The Discipline Upholder from the Lost Cult is gone!”
“We have survived!”
“He has left us!”
The people felt overwhelming terror and a sense of joy as if they had just escaped death. Tears and wails immediately broke out, while many others stood in a daze, completely clueless about why this had happened.
Zayne Frosac, the Acting Bishop of the East Coast diocese, trembled with his fists clenched, took a deep breath, and glared angrily.
“I must enter the palace of the Extraordinary and ascend to the Monarch’s throne!” he declared.
The experience of being cut down like ants in a nightmare was something Zayne never wanted to relive, not even once.
In the horrific massacre, the Eagle clan and the Lion clan suffered the heaviest casualties, with each losing over a dozen direct family members, while the head of the Sunrise clan had also unfortunately perished.
The dying Viscount Bast was quickly rescued by a healing-type Spellcaster. If he were truly pronounced dead, one could easily say that the Lion clan had suffered the greatest loss at the wedding.
No one would have suspected the massacre to be a plot directed and performed by Viscount Bast.
Byrne, who knew the truth, looked at the roaring Abel Leone and the weeping Renzo Leone, as well as the uninformed Lion clan members, his heart a tumult of complex emotions, unable to imagine their thoughts if they knew the truth.
“They have no idea…”
He opened his mouth but said nothing, feeling only a chill creeping up his back.
The Lion clan members who had lost loved ones were mourning their kin and were also anxious about the near-death state of Viscount Bast.
They had no clue that it was that man who had fooled them all.
They only knew that Viscount Bast must not die, for he was the most crucial pillar of the Lion clan! Without him, the entire clan might crumble or never again experience such smooth sailing as before.
Suddenly, Byrne understood something: he could never become a man like Bast.
And he did not wish to be.
Several days later, the “Fein Tragedy” that shook all of Cyart spread throughout the nation; the deaths of hundreds of important nobles and celebrities had a tremendous impact.
Initially, the Lost Cult had only been infamous within high society, but following the “Fein Tragedy,” everyone, from the highest nobles to almost all common Cyart people, became aware of a terrible heretical cult.
The Lost Cult!
According to rumors, they were the horrific followers who worshipped the Evil God, Lord of the Lost, and every one of them was as wicked as a demon! They delighted in sacrificing innocent young girls and children and were adept at torturing souls!
If a commoner encountered a Lost follower, they would surely end up in a fate worse than death!
As for the legendary Lord of the Lost, He was undeniably an Evil God of immense dread, born to bring destruction to the world, with everything doomed to shatter in His presence!
Finally, Karl gained influence amongst the people in an inexplicable way.
Several days later.
In the cemetery of the Leone family, new tombstones were adorned with a variety of floral tributes.
Viscount Bast, who had been revived from near death, stood with white hair, a calm gaze, and an upright posture in front of his grandson’s grave marker.
Byrne stood silently beside him, without uttering a word.
“Do you think I am too ruthless? That what I did was a betrayal to those who trusted me?” Bast asked, after placing a bouquet of flowers, his voice grave.
Byrne quietly shook his head in response, not answering, but in a rare stir of emotion, he felt an undeniable anger towards Viscount Bast.
It was at this very moment that Byrne reaffirmed his regard for Viscount Bast as an important person; otherwise, he would not have been so upset over this matter.
The white-haired Viscount Bast glanced at him and said calmly,
“You see, there were reasons for killing those people. Some of them were disloyal to me, others embezzled and accumulated wealth dishonestly, and many indulged in senseless slaughter of civilians. They were all cancers to the Lion clan.”
“Byrne, rest assured, you won’t betray me, so I will never harm the Fischer family.”