Chapter 332 The Speechless

"Kill me!"

The old king Siat's eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, as if he was ready to die generously.

Whether it was because of his own will or because of the "Angel Cage" that he regained his sanity, he had no idea at all, but he knew deep in his heart that he would not have much time to wake up.

If he didn't die quickly, he would become the enemy's pawn again.

The projection of the Black Iron Duke under Byrne's control said nothing, and the black wings behind him burst out countless obsidian feathers, which covered the old king Siat in an instant.

Each of those black feathers was full of lethality, and even the old king Siat could not bear too much.

Of course, if it weren't for the effect of the "Angel Cage", he would have more than one way to avoid most of the damage.

Chris, who used the "Angel Cage", had instantly lost all his spiritual power, but he took advantage of the fact that he hadn't completely fallen from the sky and threw the blade with all his strength to slash at the old king Siat!

The power of the spinning blade was very strong, and his eyes were firm and indifferent. He wanted to use this full-strength blow to directly cut off the head of the old king of Syat!

"Very good."

The old king of Syat muttered to himself, and had accepted the fact that he was about to die.

Just when Byrne, Chris and others thought they were about to successfully kill the powerful enemy, a sudden breath suffocated everyone.

This breath was like a terrible cold current from the deep sea, silently invading every corner of the port, making people feel an inexplicable depression and fear.

Under the cover of this cold breath, the breathing of many people in the port became heavy, and every breath of air seemed to be wrapped in ice crystals, cold and piercing. This coldness was not only physical, but also spiritual. It was like an invisible sword, piercing people's hearts, feeling an unprecedented despair!

It seemed to have magic, able to freeze people's thoughts and bind people's souls. Under the influence of this breath, people became silent and slow in thinking, as if they were being controlled by an invisible force.

The completely invisible cold force blocked the old king of Siart, completely blocking the attack of the Black Iron Duke! All the black feathers stopped in front of him, and no more shots were fired!

"Who is it?"

Byrne was extremely shocked, and his spiritual power was also rapidly consumed. The past projection of the Black Iron Duke he summoned could not last for too long!

The failure of the previous attack was really a huge loss!

And Chris had completely consumed all his spiritual power and could only fall from the sky.

He frowned.

The "Angel Cage" power did not kill the old king of Siart during its effect!

Something is going to happen!

The next moment, a young man in a gray-white robe appeared out of thin air beside the old king of Siart.

It was he who just blocked all the attacks that could destroy the old king.

The young man in a gray-white robe carried a dead and terrifying aura. He stretched out his thin and pale palm and just gently patted the old king of Siart on the shoulder, which made the latter's eyes full of confusion and madness, no longer clear as before.

"Ahhhh! Quiet singer! Please forgive my impiety!"

The old king of Siat fell into madness again, covering his head in pain. The silver-white cage around him had gradually faded, and Chris was about to fall from the sky to the ground.

Byrne subconsciously wanted to use "instant transfer" to catch Chris, but he held back. Even if Chris fell from the sky to the ground, he would not be injured, and he had to save spiritual power.

Darren caught Chris at the critical moment, but he was hit and injured.

At this moment, Aldrich had already controlled the metal puppet of "Silver Poetry" Afaf and turned his head.

"It's him!"

The citizens also raised their heads in fear, and almost everyone in the port focused their eyes on the young man at this moment.

They could all feel an extremely terrible breath!

The air around them seemed to be solidified by this breath, as heavy as a lead block, pressing on people's chests and making them breathless. There was an indescribable smell in the wind, as if it was the breath of coldness and death on the ancient battlefield, cruel and ruthless.

This strong breath contained a powerful energy. Whenever this breath fluctuated, the surrounding space would tremble, as if even time became slow in front of this power.

It was not only a physical sense of oppression, but also a mental shock, which made people involuntarily feel insignificant, as if they were just an insignificant ant in front of this power, feeling unprecedented fear and powerlessness, and being strangled by an invisible big hand, unable to breathe.

The leader of the Silent Words Cult, "The Silent One"!

The top strong man who was the monarch!

However, for some reason, they couldn't see the appearance of the "Silent One" clearly, but just felt very scared, but couldn't see his true appearance.

The "Silent One" looked at everyone present coldly, and almost everyone had a judgment in an instant. In front of him, their own power seemed to be as powerless as a child.

The distance was really too far.

The old king of Siat, who was at the middle level of the monarch, could still fight against him, but the top-level masters who were truly monarchs! Even if you look at the entire eastern continent, there are only a handful of them! It would be extremely difficult for them to fight against them!

Odrich took a deep breath.

"Because the Great Barrier was secretly opened by the Silver Poetry, a monster like you was let in, and then you took the opportunity to control the old king of Syat, right?"

Amos knelt on the ground in fear, completely overwhelmed by this terrifying breath, unable to move.

"What should we do? What should we do now?"

[No need to be afraid...]

The voice of the Lord of the Lost sounded in the minds of the members of the Fisher family.

In fact, long before coming, the members of the Fisher family had made a serious prayer. They asked the great Lord of the Lost whether they would come to attend the funeral and the king election.

The final result was that the great Lord of the Lost agreed.

Since it was such a direct oracle, even with the existence of Kano's prophecy, the members of the Fisher family were still relieved. They felt that even if they went to King Syat, there would be great risks, and it was worth the risk.

At this moment, the great Lord of the Lost, His voice sounded again.

No need to be afraid!

So whether it was Byrne, Chris, or Darren, the fear in their hearts was instantly dispelled, and they were full of fighting spirit and courage again.

Byrne thought to himself that he had to kill at least one person first!

"Hahahaha!"

The old king Syart, who had recovered his madness and strength, suddenly stretched out his hand and bombarded the projection of the Black Iron Duke not far away with boundless power. The next moment, the projection shattered and dissipated.

"Hehe... You are not him! Even if you are him, so what?"

However, when the projection shattered and dissipated, the wreckage suddenly turned into the figure of another person.

The old king Syart was stunned for a moment, watching the broken projection in front of him turn into Byrne Fisher, who was originally in the distance.

Byrne immediately found that he was locked by the old king Syart and the Speechless, but he still stretched out his hand regardless, and finally just tried desperately to touch the old king Syart.

The old man could have dodged, but it seemed that there was some powerful instinct and will suppressing his body, so that he did not avoid Byrne's touch in the end.

"What?"

The old king of Syat was stunned for a moment, still not understanding what happened.

Suddenly, his eagle-like eyes lost their former luster, and his skin was like withered bark, covered with deep wrinkles. Every wrinkle seemed to be engraved with vicissitudes of life. His hands, which once held the fate of the entire kingdom, were now trembling, and he even had no strength to lift the wine glass.

His hair was like a wasteland covered with frost and snow, silver and sparse, telling of great fatigue.

"What kind of power is this..."

"A forbidden wonder..."

The old king of Syat slowly closed his eyes, his face became pale and weak, his chest rose and fell, and every breath seemed to be fighting against death.

His heart was full of reluctance and helplessness, but he knew clearly that he was going to die.

However, is death really terrible?

Perhaps compared to death, being manipulated by others and living a life worse than death is the most terrible, right?

And at the moment of approaching death, reason was restored again. The old king of Syat took a deep breath and recalled the things when he founded the country a hundred years ago.

At that time, I was full of vigor and vitality, and I was still the leader in everyone's heart. At that time, Duke Roman was still standing by my side...

Everything has passed.

From the moment I was called a genius since birth, to the moment when my family was defeated by the Loen people, to the moment when I went to the east of the continent to establish a country, I recalled it again and again in my mind.

Especially in the next hundred years, it was the most satisfying life for me, full of glory and not lonely at all. In the end, I did not destroy the country with my own hands.

That was really lucky!

He looked at Byrne and said seriously: "Thank you for the relief you gave me."

"This country will be handed over to you in the future..."

The people in the entire port were shocked to see that the old king of Syat turned into ashes in the sky and disappeared.

The old king of Syat!

Killed by Byrne of the Fisher family!

Everyone was stunned and looked at this scene in shock, and remembered this moment in their hearts! Never forget it!

Suddenly, the Speechless One stretched out a white finger and indifferently pointed to Byrne not far away.

He tried desperately to escape through the power of instant transfer, but found that his extraordinary power could not be activated normally!

In an instant, Byrne understood.

He was going to die!

And at this moment, he suddenly felt a familiar breath.

And a great voice.

[No need to be afraid. ]