Chapter 355 The festival begins! The singer arrives!
As night falls, dark and thick clouds obscure many of the stars. A waning moon appears and disappears among the clouds, casting mottled and dim light and shadows.
In a desolate ancient ruin beneath the capital of Siat, surrounded by withered vines and twisted trees, the air is filled with an indescribable smell of corruption and evil.
Suddenly, a low and long horn sounded through the night sky, like a call from ancient times, awakening the dark forces sleeping beneath the earth.
As the horn echoed, a group of figures in grey robes, their faces shrouded in hooded shadows, gathered silently on this cursed land.
Their steps were orderly and strange, and they held various offerings in their hands.
There are living creatures wailing in despair as they struggle, strange gems flashing ominous light, and scrolls engraved with ancient runes, each of which exudes a frightening evil energy.
In the center of the ancient desolate ruins, stands an altar made of black boulders, engraved with complex and twisted patterns, like a portal to another evil world.
In front of the altar, the Speechless Man, wearing a white robe, with a blurred face and hands as pale as those of a dead person, slowly walked out. In his hand, he tightly grasped a staff inlaid with a black gem.
A large amount of black text appeared in the air and gradually twisted into shape.
"In the name of tranquility, swearing by darkness, we gather here to offer our pure blood and souls, to summon the indescribable existence, and grant us eternal peace after death!"
The Silent Man, who was the chief priest, did not make any sound in the material world. The gray-robed people around him knelt down one after another, secretly chanting ancient spells deep in their hearts.
As the spell accelerated, the pattern on the altar began to light up slowly, and black smoke rose from the ground, wrapping around the altar to form a huge and terrifying vortex.
It seemed as if some terrifying existence was slowly awakening in the center of the vortex, releasing suffocating pressure.
Many sacrificed souls, including the old King Syat, also roared and wailed in the center of the vortex.
The evil sacrificial ceremony thus began.
Nasir City.
People suddenly realized that something was wrong as never before. There was an indescribable depression and uneasiness in the air. This feeling was like a thick black cloud, quietly shrouding the deepest part of everyone's heart. People involuntarily stopped what they were doing and looked up at the distant sky.
Byrne in the room slowly stood up and looked up into the distance.
"What's going on..."
It’s not just the people of Nasir City who are at this moment.
All over the world, many extraordinary people noticed something strange, and soon not only the extraordinary people, but even ordinary people noticed something strange.
At first people only felt a subtle change, as if the cold wind at night was biting harder than usual and the twinkling of the stars seemed to have lost their former tranquility and peace, but as time went on, the strange feeling gradually intensified until it became a clearly perceptible evil wave.
This evil wave surged like an undercurrent, spreading silently in the air, bringing with it a heart-pounding chill, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were secretly watching the world. Everyone began to feel uncomfortable, as if something terrible was approaching and they were powerless to escape.
The extraordinary people who have reached the monarch level can even clearly feel the malice contained in this evil wave. A strong sense of crisis surges in the depths of their hearts, as if they have foreseen an impending disaster.
They express their feelings to those around them.
"Something happened in the East!"
"Such a strong smell of death, what's going on?"
"A breath of tranquility..."
"Byrne, will you come and ask for my help?"
at the same time.
The capital of Lorne.
The old man with an old face but a unique temperament, the Pope of the Church of Redemption opened his eyes and muttered to himself.
"Great Lord of Redemption, please bless us."
"At this moment, humanity and many other intelligent species are once again facing a life-and-death situation."
"The projection of the God from the outside world has arrived!"
He knew that a horrific ceremony was about to begin in the East, and no one could stop it now.
A very terrifying evil god.
It's about to come.
"The otherworldly god... the silent... singer..."
"Fortunately, it wasn't Him... Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise..."
The Pope narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's Syat. The strong men below Apocalypse must be sent to Syat."
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As the incantation continued and the black smoke grew thicker, the entire space beneath the capital of Syat seemed to be shrouded in an invisible darkness.
The souls chosen as sacrifices uttered their final wails in despair, but their voices were soon drowned out by a deeper, more primitive force.
The darkness in the center of the vortex on the altar began to condense and take shape, as if a huge, invisible being was being summoned from another dimension.
The air became extremely heavy, making it hard to breathe. An ancient and quiet power permeated the air, and everyone present felt unprecedented fear and awe.
At this moment, a soft sound was heard, as if the sky was being torn apart.
As the tearing sound faded away, everything around became extremely quiet.
A huge and twisted figure gradually emerged from the vortex.
He was an otherworldly god wearing a black evening gown and a white bird bone mask. His eyes were like deep black holes, swallowing up all the light around him.
The Singer of Silence!
His body was composed of twisted white gas and rotten flesh, and his arrival made the entire Siat Kingdom tremble.
The singer slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the whole world.
Upon seeing this, the followers of the Silent Word knelt on the ground and offered their final loyalty and respect to the evil god.
They believe that through this quiet ceremony, they will gain peace of mind bestowed by the gods of this world!
There is a "world will" in every world. They are the most powerful barriers that protect those worlds from being invaded at will by gods from outside the world.
However,
Those followers of the Otherworldly God will always look for ways to open the rift.
The singer's arrival also attracted strong reactions from all over the world.
All over the world, lightning and thunder flashed in the dark clouds and strong winds howled, as if nature, controlled by the world's will, was angrily protesting against this ritual that desecrated life and order.
But the singer didn't care.
He raised his head silently.
The next moment, nature became quiet, and all the lightning, thunder, and howling winds disappeared.
It was as if I had been given peace of mind.
The entire Syat Kingdom seemed to be shaken by an invisible force. People's reactions varied, but all revealed fear, despair, and chaos.
Some people screamed in terror and ran around, with helplessness and despair written all over their faces, as if they had foreseen their tragic fate.
Some people chose to kneel on the ground, put their hands together, and mutter something, praying to the gods of the Orthodox Church for protection and forgiveness.
They believed that through sincere prayers they might be able to influence the evil god and make him give up the idea of destroying the world.
There are also some people who are filled with fear but have not lost their minds, and are quietly observing all the changes.
However, what was extremely strange was that no one could make any sound.
The power of silence enveloped the entire country.
A strange and powerful energy wave surged out from the void, and the world was shrouded in an indescribable evil force.
Incredible changes began to take place in the once silent cemeteries, desolate battlefields and forgotten ruins.
The soil trembled slightly and the stone tablet slowly tilted, as if something was stirring underground.
Suddenly, white rays of light shot out from the ground, penetrating the silence of death.
As the light faded, the dead who had once slept under the earth slowly opened their empty and deep eyes.
Although their faces were decayed, their eyes flickered with a strange light that did not belong to this world.
Whether these dead are brave warriors, innocent civilians, or evil criminals, they are now awakened by the power of the Silent Singer.
They staggered out of the grave, their limbs stiff but unusually strong, as if the pain and despair they had experienced in life had transformed into endless rage and power at this moment!
Byrne!
Fisher!
In the cemetery of the lion family, a corpse that had been dead for a long time slowly crawled up and spoke hoarsely, but the sound could not be heard under the influence of the silent singer.
Byrne!
Fisher!
I'm back!
His eyes contained extreme anger, pain, and hatred!
Any member of the Lion family would be so shocked that they would be unable to move if they saw his resurrection here!
No one will forget his existence!
Viscount Best!
(End of this chapter)
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