Chapter 243: Mad King Syat
The scenery in the Valley of Bones became hazy and mysterious, as if one was in an otherworldly fantasy world. The moist air was filled with a faint mist, and everything became light and soft, as if time had stood still in the white mist.
"Chris?"
Byrne searched for a long time in the thick white fog, but did not find anything unusual around him.
But Chris was not found either.
Last time, it was March who suddenly disappeared, and this time it was Chris who disappeared. He was worried and felt that the whole thing was not that simple.
After searching for a while, for some reason, the voice of Viscount Best suddenly emerged from the deepest part of Byrne's heart.
[Byrne, you are sorry for me...]
【It's you who is sorry to me ah ah ah ah! 】
"Um?"
Byrne frowned tightly. He did not suffer a mental breakdown or become emotionally disturbed by the appearance of a voice, but he did become more alert.
The voice of Viscount Best appeared more and more frequently, but he remained unmoved. Then he heard the voices of other dead people, such as the voice of the sea merchant John, the voice of Priest Valan of the Poseidon Cult, the voice of the brother and sister, and even the voice of his father.
Lucius' voice surged into Byrne's mind, as if he was not far behind him and Byrne would be able to see him just by turning around.
【Byrne, save me. 】
[I am in so much pain, Byrne, why don't you come and save me? ]
[Look back, look back at me, Byrne, I am your father! ]
【Only you can save my soul. 】
Byrne was completely indifferent.
He knew deep down that the voices of the dead were actually just things to confuse him.
【Byrne! 】
【Why did you abandon me! 】
【Why didn't you come back to save me? 】
"Lucius" kept roaring behind him, but it couldn't shake him.
Byrne took a deep breath and responded calmly:
"Stop saying these useless words. I don't know what happened to Viscount Best and the others after they died, but my father's soul will definitely return to the great Lord of the Lost. How can you capture and torture him?"
The souls of the Fisher family will all return to the great Lord of the Lost, and everyone's soul will rest in peace. They always firmly believe in this!
"And my father sacrificed himself voluntarily..."
With red eyes, he said, "So, how could he blame us for not going back to save him."
Byrne's eyes were cold and expressionless, but in fact, the anger deep in his heart was about to burst out. This strange valley actually used his father to "prank" him!
He simply wanted to destroy this place!
Just then the thick white fog gradually dissipated and the voices disappeared.
Byrne suddenly saw Chris's figure, as if he had been hundreds of meters away from the beginning and was very close to him.
The silver-haired man stood calmly on the side of the canyon, staring at the tall walls that looked like white jade, standing completely motionless.
"What's wrong?"
Byrne breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over and reached out to grab Chris's arm.
He saw that Chris' eyes were calm and he didn't speak for a long time.
Finally, Chris nodded and said:
"Silence."
What's the meaning?
Byrne was slightly stunned. For a brief moment, he had no idea what Chris meant. He seemed to have some sense of this valley, its silence...
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately asked:
“Could it be that this valley is related to the Long Stairway to the Gods in the Path of Tranquility?”
Chris nodded slightly, but did not continue to explain, and remained silent.
Why is this happening?
Byrne was confused and was stunned for a long time, muttering to himself:
"The Valley of Bones left behind by a powerful apocalypse figure is actually related to the Long Stairway to the Gods of the Path of Tranquility?"
“Perhaps, this will be Chris’s chance!”
——
The capital of Syat.
It is made of snow-white marble, with gem-like stained glass windows inlaid, and a white spire standing tall. The entrance of the palace is set off by a tall classical arch, and the porch is decorated with exquisite reliefs and magnificent paintings.
When people participating in the celebration banquet entered the palace, it was as if they had stepped into another world. Bright crystal chandeliers hung in the spacious hall, the floor was covered with magnificent carpets, and the walls were decorated with exquisite murals.
The beautiful gardens in the palace are well-organized, with sparkling pools surrounded by lush trees and flowers, bathed in the sun, making it seem like a mysterious fairy tale land.
The triumphal ceremony ended successfully. At the banquet that lasted for three days in the palace, King Syat and the nobles toasted each other, and almost every noble became more loyal to their powerful and brave king.
Darren from the Fisher family also got the opportunity to meet King Syat. Because of the contribution the family factory made to the army, he had a few words with King Syat.
However, the Fisher family's status is limited to this. The big families and the big figures of the Orthodox Church occupy most of King Syat's energy and time.
When the banquet was over, King Syat sat alone on the throne in the palace hall, calmly.
A slightly hoarse and weak voice sounded.
“Hehehe…”
"We finally won."
"It's not easy. So many people have died, so many lives have been lost..."
His face was pale, his eyes showed fatigue and worry, and his shoulders, which should have been strong, were slightly hunched, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire country.
Even though he was wearing a gorgeous royal robe, his posture had lost its former majesty and revealed a sense of helplessness and fatigue. Even though he tried his best to hide his fatigue, he was still struggling deep in his heart.
"But did the Syat people really win? We spent several years, went through so many things, and so many people died, but in the end we only controlled a province.
"It's not enough. It's not enough at all!"
"Those Syat people must not have died in vain!"
He was trembling all over, and suddenly he couldn't help roaring, and a crazy look gradually appeared on his face.
“Hahahahahahaha!”
The next moment, the originally rational King Syat's eyes became wild and his expression changed unpredictably, sometimes furious, sometimes full of smiles, and he might even burst into tears.
"I still have a chance to correct my mistakes..."
"As long as I can complete that ritual, I will be able to reach the throne of monarch. Then the Syat people will be protected and this country will no longer be in any danger."
He took a deep breath, his eyes showing a sharp look, and muttered to himself: "Haha, even the Kanians will not be our opponents."
"This is the only way, isn't it? If I don't do this, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for many more years after that guy Roman dies..."
"Both of us will die in a few decades. Who will protect Siat then?"
He finally convinced himself completely.
Rather than letting the Siats become food for the Last Blood, the Star Embraceers, or slaves of the Rheans, my approach is undoubtedly the best!
The court mage "Silver Poetry" walked in slowly. The silver-born woman bowed her head calmly, but did not ask respectfully:
"How are you thinking about it?"
King Syat looked at Baiyinshi. He seemed to have completely convinced himself. He nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
"Let's start preparing for the ceremony. They are sacrificing for all the Siat people, not for my own selfish desires. I think they will understand me."
"The Syat people are always on the battlefield, and sacrifices in war are inevitable, aren't they?"
Bai Yinshi was silent for a while, then nodded slowly and said calmly:
"Very good, kind and powerful King Syat, you made the right choice."
"He will answer your thirst, and great power will tear apart the Rheas, and all other enemies of the Syatites."
King Syat's expression suddenly became full of fatigue, and he muttered to himself:
"Mercy? Your statement is really ironic."
He slowly took out a beautiful golden holy grail, which was shining brightly and contained a very strange power.
"My mind is already confused. The forbidden item numbered 93 is indeed too expensive to bear after only using it once. Unfortunately, I was assassinated by the 'Black Star' at that time and had no choice..."
"The power they carry is so great, but the price they pay is so terrifying. It's daunting. If only there was a way to be immune to the price."
Bai Yinshi shook her head slowly, frowned and said:
"You are too greedy. That kind of situation is impossible. The power of taboos naturally represents a terrible price. Even false gods must pay for it."
Since the establishment of the church ten thousand years ago, in all the historical records that have existed to this day, no one has been exempted from the cost of forbidden artifacts.
However, only a very small number of people like Bai Yinshi knew that even the so-called "righteous gods" had to pay a price for using forbidden objects, because that was the law of the world and they could not violate it.
greedy?
King Syat snorted coldly and shouted:
"If we had never been greedy, then all the Siat people would have died long ago! If we were not greedy, how could we have snatched a place to live from the natives of the East Coast?"
"Our mistake was that we weren't greedy enough!"
(End of this chapter)
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