From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Beneath the black clouds, the harbor seemed to fall under a profound curtain of night prematurely, as the clouds rolled like tumbling ink, tremendously heavy and almost within reach.

They densely gathered in the sky, obscuring the originally faint sunlight, plunging the entire harbor into a gloomy and oppressive state.

The waves on the sea, reflected by the dark clouds, appeared more turbulent and fierce, each splash carrying a restless mood, crashing against the shore's rocks with a low and dull echo.

The ships in the harbor seemed bound by the suddenly oppressive atmosphere, bereft of their usual clamor and liveliness, their masts swaying in the gale, creaking and groaning as if in fear of the imminent storm.

The entire harbor was enveloped in an extremely terrifying air.

Deep down, the residents all felt a huge fear, chattering under the thick black clouds, and although they saw the transformed former Cyart King, they could not recognize his identity.

"Who on earth is that? Will the Royal Family protect us?"

"A demon! Is it a demon?"

"What exactly happened?"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and many people panicked and hurried back into their rooms.

The people of the Fischer family and the Romann family remained steady in the tempest, each falling into deep silence.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

They could feel the oppressive force emanating from the former Cyart King!

A mid-level Monarch with extraordinary power?

That simply wasn't an easy opponent!

The "Blood of Salvation" that the former Cyart King possessed was the most top-tier power of Bloodline, and combined with the strength gained from years of self-refinement by the extraordinary figure, the number of mid-level Monarch powerhouses in the world who could single-handedly match the former Cyart King were probably few and far between.

Byrne took a deep breath while gazing at the former Cyart King in the sky.

Amid the howling wind, he maintained his composure and spoke loudly:

"Your Majesty, why have you become like this? What exactly required you, no, compelled you to eliminate both of our great families simultaneously?"

"The second order of His Majesty Noah, it was you who instigated it from behind the scenes, wasn't it?"

"But I truly cannot comprehend it. Whether it's the Romann family or the Fischer family, we have both been loyal to the Adley Royal Family. Isn't it better to join hands for the future of Cyart and march forward together?"

The former Cyart King in the sky said coldly:

"The second order of Noah was indeed dictated by me behind the scenes, but do your Fischer family and Romann family really have no acts of betrayal?"

"Why not speak up, to whom exactly were those Ashes of Death intended?"

Byrne's expression changed slightly. As expected, "Ashes of Death" had been discovered by that person.

He just didn't know to what extent the evidence had been grasped by the other party.

Otherwise, when confronted together by the True Gods Church, the Fischer family might just be punished, but the Romann family would probably be unable to withstand the pressure, just like Cyart's Hovern family.

Just then, the voice of the former Cyart King from the sky came again, heavy and terrifying, full of power:

"Moreover, the most important thing you got wrong!"

"What is that?" Byrne frowned.

The voice of the former Cyart King was somber and full of majesty, very certain, as if stating an undeniable fact, unashamedly exuding an air of arrogance.

"I am the future of Cyart!"

Aldrich's pale blue tailcoat fluttered constantly, as he stood beside Byrne, calmly showing his hands adorned with ten rings of mysterious rare artifacts, saying very indifferently:

"It seems just as the person I trusted most said on their deathbed, the former Cyart King has, due to the influence of forbidden rare artifacts, suffered severe mental issues... It seems he was then eroded by Evil God's power and fell into complete madness!"

He sighed deeply, speaking with much lamentation, "Unfortunately, we were not able to help him in time. Now, this twisted and fallen state is beyond reversal."

Byrne looked at Aldrich, hoping, if possible, to resolve the matter through means other than fighting.

The identity of the other party was far too special; whether victorious or defeated, it would not bode well for the Fischer family.

Aldrich shook his head, saying firmly, "Give it up. He is already paranoid and mad to a point where communication is impossible. He will always believe that his false perceptions are correct."

"You are mistaken, Aldrich."

The former Cyart King spoke again.

His voice suddenly became very clear, but within this clarity, there was an underlying and oppressively heavy madness.

"I have always been lucid, and in fact, much clearer than any of you, far clearer. Now, I deeply understand that power is everything in this world."

"The Lorne people are planning to seize the power of the Eastern Four Kingdoms, while the Seven Stars are backing Carnia in the north. If no changes are made, Cyart is doomed to perish!"

The former Cyart King roared almost in despair.

"The times have changed! The gods can no longer protect us!"

"They are cowards fleeing from the apocalypse!"

He paused, took a deep breath, his tone still full of despair.

"Only by using you as sacrifices can I commence the Tranquility Celebration and reach the level of high-level Monarch with His boundless power!"

"Then, under my power, Cyart will gradually become the strongest nation among the Eastern Four Kingdoms!"

"In the future, I will achieve Heavenly Enlightenment!"

"It's all for Cyart! Fischer, Romann, let yourselves become the sacrifices for the rebirth of this nation!"

Byrne's expression changed.

The Tranquility Songster?

"Are they trying to summon that existence?"

Suddenly, everything in his mind connected, the former Cyart King had long been secretly controlled by the "Wordless" Elder, the leader of the Words of Tranquility. No doubt, all those arrangements of the Words of Tranquility across the country were also done under the protection of the former Cyart King.

After they exposed that conspiracy, unable to predict that the former King was completely controlled by the Words of Tranquility, they handed over the subsequent matters to the Royal Family to deal with.

Examining oneself, of course, would not yield any results, which eventually allowed the followers of the Words of Tranquility to easily conceal the whole matter.

Suddenly, he heard his son Darren say:

"Father, since that's the case, there's not much else to say, we can only take down this old fellow!"

The excitement Darren had not felt for a long time ignited again from the depths of his heart, and he donned the Iron Mask.

"Hahahaha! I really did not expect this, to have the opportunity to kill His Majesty the King!"

He knew that he most likely would die here today.

But that was also quite good.

If he were to die in battle alongside his father...

The civilians in the port city were already in utter chaos; having heard the recent conversation, first learning of the two great families' collusion with heresy and treason, then hearing about the resurrection of the former Cyart King, and moreover, that he had transformed into that form. Last of all, he openly insulted the divinities.

Because the situation was really too complicated, they found it difficult to understand the current state of affairs.

It was then that the former Cyart King in the sky suddenly spoke.

"Do not be afraid, my people, I will always be the King of Cyart! I am also Cyart's future!"

"I am your Monarch, I have not died, but have become the guardian god of this country!"

"From now on, you will also become my strength, become a part of Cyart's future! We will protect the Cyart Kingdom together!"

"People of Cyart, do you wish to become the blade of Cyart?"

His voice contained an extraordinarily powerful force, and in an instant, it spread throughout the entire city, making many citizens blur their sight, no longer panic-stricken.

The thick black fog all at once scattered, the sky as if unveiled by a layer of mysterious veil, revealing its original form.

The sunlight poured down like a golden flood, piercing through the clouds, covering the land, every inch of earth was bathed in the warm glow, as if endowed with new life.

The distant mountains, under the sunshine, seemed particularly clear, the lush green trees in the breeze gently swayed, the air filled with the fragrance of soil and flowers, refreshing the spirit.

The former Cyart King, who was once already a dead being, suddenly returned to human form!

His figure, under the sunlight, appeared towering and majestic, the golden armor shining with dazzling brightness, as if a war god had descended to the mortal world.

The former Cyart King gazed down at the few people on the ground like ants, and waved his hand.

"Judge them!"

The port city's citizens had a glazed look in their eyes, but their faces were filled with a stirring zeal, the sunshine shimmering in every eye, as if it had ignited the flames in their hearts.

"Judge them!"

"Defend the kingdom!"

"Become the blade!"

"For the future of Cyart!"

They raised their weapons high, clenched their fists, chanting the unified slogan, voices like thunder rolling in, stirring the soul.

Thousands of residents from all around surged forward, soon to surround the few at the dock area.

Byrne and the others looked solemn, the air filled with an ineffable tension, observing the people's eyes revealing a strange, inequal mix of confusion and persistence.

They were like being bound tightly together by an invisible force, united in their desire to become the King's blade, wishing to charge into battle for him, to protect this land.

Chris spoke dispassionately, "Mental Magic?"

"For the King! For the nation!"

The shouts of all influenced by the former Cyart King rose and fell in waves, as if they were about to shake the entire dock, their faces full of longing for glory.

At this moment, they were no longer just ordinary citizens, but had coalesced into a powerful force, ready at any moment to give everything for His Majesty the King.

As if it had surpassed human power, and had become a collective faith!

And right beneath this port city, many white runes gradually lit up.

Those white runes had been outlined with specially made alchemical chalk, discovered once by Byrne and others, who had later wiped clean by the followers of the Words of Tranquility.

Having learned their lesson well, the Words of Tranquility, in cooperation with the former Cyart King, re-arranged the runes and directly buried the white runes deep beneath cities, remaining undiscovered for several years.

Now, the large Array ceremonies spread across half the cities in the nation were finally about to be activated, Byrne could confirm one thing; if it was successfully initiated, the entire nation would fall into a horrific collapse!

Although he knew he had to stop it, with the current situation, even surviving was a difficult matter.

The former Cyart King, akin to the King of Gold, roared with authority:

"Come, obey my command! Aphrodus, Baine, join me in judging Cyart's traitors!"