Chapter 243 Mad King Syat

The scenery in the Valley of Bones became hazy and mysterious, as if in an otherworldly fantasy world. The moist air was filled with faint water vapor, and everything became light and soft, as if time had stopped in the white mist.

"Chris?"

Byrne searched for a long time in the thick white mist, but did not find any extra abnormalities around him.

But he did not find Chris either.

Last time, it was March who suddenly disappeared by his side, and this time it was Chris who disappeared. He kept beating his heart, and always felt that the whole thing was not that simple.

After searching for a while, for some reason, the voice of Viscount Best suddenly surged in the deepest part of Byrne's heart.

[Byrne, you are sorry for me...]

[You are sorry for me ah ah ah ah ah! ]

"Huh?"

Byrne frowned tightly. He did not have a mental breakdown or a chaotic mood because of the appearance of a voice, but he was indeed more alert.

Viscount Bester's voice appeared more and more frequently, but he remained unmoved. Then he heard the voices of other dead people, such as the voice of John the Merchant, the voice of Valan the priest of the Poseidon Cult, the voice of the brother and sister, and even the voice of his father.

Lucius's voice surged in Byrne's mind, as if he was not far behind him, and Byrne only needed to turn around to see him.

[Byrne, save me. ]

[I'm in so much pain, Byrne, why don't you come to save me? ]

[Turn around, look back at me, Byrne, I'm your father! ]

[Only you can save my soul. ]

Byrne was completely indifferent.

Deep in his heart, he knew that the voices of the dead were actually just things that confused him.

[Byrne! ]

[Why did you abandon me! ]

[Why didn't you come back to save me at the beginning? ]

"Lucius" kept roaring behind him, but he couldn't shake him.

Byrne took a deep breath and answered calmly:

"Stop saying these useless words. I don't know what happened to Viscount Bester and the others after they died, but my father's soul will definitely return to the great Lord of the Lost. How can you catch and torture him?"

The souls of the Fisher family will return to the great Lord of the Lost, and everyone's soul will rest in peace. They always believe in this!

"And my father sacrificed himself voluntarily..."

He said with red eyes, "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"!

He simply wanted to destroy this place!

At this moment, the thick white mist gradually dissipated, and the voices disappeared.

Byrne suddenly saw Chris's figure, as if he had been hundreds of meters away from the beginning, very close to him.

The silver-haired man stood calmly on one side of the canyon, staring at the tall wall like white jade, standing completely motionless.

"What's wrong?"

Byrne breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over and stretched out his hand to hold Chris's arm.

He saw that Chris' eyes were very calm and he didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, Chris nodded and said:

"Quiet."

What does it mean?

Byrne was slightly stunned. In a short time, he didn't understand what Chris meant. He seemed to have some sense of this valley, quiet...

He was stunned for a moment and immediately asked:

"Could this valley be related to the long steps of the Tranquil Road?"

Chris nodded gently, but did not continue to explain, but remained silent.

Why is this so?

Byrne couldn't figure it out. He was stunned for a long time and muttered to himself:

"The Valley of Bones left by a certain apocalypse strongman is actually related to the long steps of the Tranquil Road?"

"Perhaps, it will be Chris's opportunity!"

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Siyat King's Capital

It is made of snow-white marble, with stained glass windows inlaid with gemstones, and the white spire stands 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.

People participating in the celebration banquet entered the palace, 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 scattered and orderly, the pools are sparkling, and the surroundings are full of lush trees and flowers. Bathed in the sun, it seems to be a mysterious fairy tale land.

The triumphal ceremony ended smoothly. At the banquet that lasted for three days in the palace, King Syart and the nobles toasted each other, and almost every noble became more loyal to their powerful and brave king.

Darren of the Fisher family also got the opportunity to meet King Syart. Because of the contribution made by the family factory to the army, he and King Syart had a few words.

However, the status of the Fisher family is limited to this. Those 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 in the hall of the palace, calmly sitting on the throne.

A slightly hoarse and weak voice sounded.

"Hehehe..."

"We finally won."

"It's not easy, but so many people died, so many lives..."

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, revealing a kind 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, experienced 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 can't die in vain!"

He trembled all over, and suddenly he couldn't help roaring, and a crazy look gradually appeared on his face.

"Hahahahahaha! "

The next moment, the originally rational King Syart's eyes became wild, his expression was changeable, sometimes furious, sometimes full of smiles, and even crying.

"I still have a chance to correct my mistakes..."

"As long as I can complete that ceremony, I will be able to reach the throne of the monarch, and then the Syart people will be protected, and this country will no longer be in any danger."

He took a deep breath, his eyes showed a sharp look, and he 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 live for many years after that guy Romen dies..."

"We will both die in a few decades, and by then, who can protect Syart? "

He finally convinced himself completely.

Instead of letting the Syat people become the food of the Last Blood, the Star Embracers, or the slaves of the Rhea people, my approach is undoubtedly the best!

The court mage "Silver Poetry" walked in slowly, and the silver-born woman bowed her head calmly, but did not ask respectfully:

"What do you think?"

The Syat King looked at Silver Poetry, as if he had completely convinced himself, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Let's start preparing for the ceremony. They are sacrificing for all the Syat people, not for my 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?"

Silver Poetry was silent for a while, nodded slowly and said calmly:

"Very good, the kind and powerful Syat King, you made the right choice."

"He will respond to your desire, and the great power will tear apart the Rhea people and all other Syat enemies. "

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 and emitting dazzling light, and contained a very strange power.

"My mind is confused. The forbidden item numbered 93 is indeed unbearable after only one use. Unfortunately, I was assassinated by the "Black Star" at that time and had no choice..."

"The power they carry is so strong, but the price is so terrifying and frightening. If there is a way to be immune to the price, it would be great."

Bai Yinshi shook his 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 the false gods must pay for it. "

Since the church was founded ten thousand years ago, in all the historical records that have existed till now, no one has been exempted from the cost of forbidden items.

Only a few people like Bai Yinshi know that even the so-called "righteous gods" have to pay a price for using forbidden items, because that is the law of the world and they cannot violate it.

Greed?

King Siat snorted coldly and shouted:

"If we were never greedy, then all the Siat people would have died long ago! If we were not greedy, how could we snatch a place to live from the natives of the East Coast?"

"Our mistake is that we are not greedy enough!"