Chapter 145 - Chapter 145: Chapter 139: The Hero’s Family! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!) (1/2)

Chapter 145: Chapter 139: The Hero’s Family! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

On board, Byrne gazed at the purple-red stone in his hand.

“Why can’t it be used, what exactly is its purpose?”

In fact, he had considered using the purple-red stone in battle, but he didn’t expect it to be completely ineffective. Instead, it began to quiver unstably, as if it were about to unleash some power, when he learned about Erik’s death and the massacre of the Vaughn family. It wasn’t until much later that it finally calmed down.

Byrne recalled the president of the Alchemy Council, and according to his description and introduction, the activation of the purple-red stone required a combination with emotional power. Could it be that it wasn’t something that could be actively used?

Only when the most extreme emotions fused with the purple-red stone could its true power be unleashed!

“If I really succeeded in using it, I might be detected by ‘Spirit Essence,’ after all, I too can sense her use of the stone from afar. Conversely, if she still has a purple-red stone, she would be able to sense me.”

The identities of those from the Alchemy Council were mysterious and unfathomable, and deep in his heart, Byrne knew very well that it was best not to reveal his true identity.

Their ship left the island, gradually drawing closer and closer to Nasir Town.

Fortunately, the Fischer family didn’t encounter any more enemies pursuing them.

On board, the feelings of the Fischer family members were complicated; they all fell into a long silence. The entire family had sent out over a hundred people to the campaign, yet less than half had returned.

The sailboat was laden with the bodies of Fischer family members. Whether they were Extraordinary Exponents or ordinary family soldiers, not a single body had been left behind except for those who had fallen into the water that night.

Without a doubt, they had suffered the largest setback the family had known in over a decade.

At the helm, Theo stared at the distant sky and suddenly began to sing loudly, his deep and resonant voice spreading throughout the ship.

“Cyart sailors, through storm or tranquil night, we shall stand firm on our course.”

“Never abandoning our aspirations, Cyart sailors, fear not the path ahead.”

“Let the wind of the gods guide us, as we stand firm on this vast expanse of blue, steering towards a beautiful home.”

Everyone listened silently, and gradually, others joined in the song.

While some wept bitterly, crying out until they were hoarse.

Many would never return to their homeland or families.

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In the town of Nasir Town, within the newly rebuilt mansion estate of Baron Hovern.

The newly appointed town chief, Andes, who was growing increasingly obese with despair, stared blankly at the crowd gathered within Baron Hovern’s estate.

A true viscount and three barons seldom visited here, but it was rare for so many distinguished guests to come.

Some of the Cyart people who had escaped at sea had chosen this route. They were headed to Nasir Port, not Phelps Port.

The viscount family that had come to Nasir Town was none other than the Sunrise clan, which recently had conflicts with the Lion clan because of water pollution.

The head of the Sunrise clan was Viscount Geros, a man brimming with a heroic spirit, always the first to charge into battle, the epitome of a strong man in many people’s eyes.

The Sunrise clan had lived by Sunrise Lake for over five hundred years, holding significant estates. When the Cyart people arrived a hundred years ago, after failing to resist, they eventually chose to join the Cyart, remaining vassals but still owning the vast lands around Sunrise Lake.

Originally, the Sunrise clan had a friendly relationship with the Lion clan, but ever since the establishment of an industrial area in the southern part of Fein City, the situation had gradually changed.

Massive factory pollution followed the river flow, eventually pouring into Sunrise Lake, which the Sunrise clan valued greatly, causing increasingly severe water pollution that affected agricultural production.

The Sunrise clan had negotiated with the Lion clan over this, but Viscount Bast could not go against the interests of other families for their sake, leading to discord between the two clans.

“I don’t know how many people have managed to escape back, the bishop must be dead, and now it falls to Earl Hovern, the governor, to organize forces from all sides, to muster troops as soon as possible to withstand the very possible counterattack from the Sea God Cult.”

Viscount Geros, along with the three barons and a few dozen loyal knights in tow, was in the banquet hall of the mansion, everyone’s expression grim as they exchanged ongoing discussions.

“The crisis is not over yet, three Monarch powerful experts… how could so many suddenly appear?” sighed a baron, still feeling tremendous fear.

They had entered Baron Hovern’s estate of their own accord, and their armies were encamped in the town to rest. Viscount Geros commanded the largest force, with over a thousand men, and he had strictly ordered them not to plunder the townspeople, otherwise, they would face immediate military discipline.

In Nasir Town, the old priest of the Tempest Church, who was close to retirement, had now arrived slowly, leaning on his cane.

“Is it true? The bishop is dead?”

The old priest trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief, but the solemn attitudes around him left little room for doubt.

“No! Impossible! How could this be! O vast Tempest Overlord!”

The old priest cried out in agitation, nearly fainting on the spot, and was quickly taken away by servants to rest.

“I wonder if the Fischer family will manage to escape back to Nasir Port.”

Suddenly someone asked this question, and after a long silence, Viscount Geros spoke gravely, “Those cowards would be better off dead!”

He was in his forties, dressed in blue and white, with the most peculiar feature being his pale hands with only seven fingers; on the index finger of his right hand was a black-red ring that exuded a sense of sharpness.