Chapter 355 The Festival Begins! The Singer Arrives!

The night fell, and the dark and thick clouds covered many stars. A broken moon appeared and disappeared in the clouds, casting mottled and dark light and shadows.

In a desolate ancient ruins under the capital of Siat, surrounded by withered vines and twisted trees, the air was filled with an indescribable smell of corruption and evil.

Suddenly, a low and long horn sounded through the night sky, as if it was a call from ancient times, awakening the dark power sleeping under the earth.

As the horn echoed, a group of figures wearing gray robes and their faces covered by hooded shadows gathered silently on this cursed land.

Their steps were neat and weird, and they held all kinds of offerings in their hands.

There were living creatures wailing desperately in their struggles, strange gems flashing ominous light, and scrolls engraved with ancient runes, each of which exuded a palpitating evil energy.

In the center of the ancient desolate ruins, an altar made of black boulders stands, with complex and twisted patterns engraved on it, as if it is a portal to another evil world.

In front of the altar, the Speechless Man, wearing a white robe, with a blurred face and pale hands like the dead, slowly walked out, holding a staff inlaid with black gems in his hand.

A large number of black words emerged in the air and gradually twisted into shape.

"In the name of tranquility, swearing by darkness, we gather here to offer pure blood and souls, summon the indescribable existence, and give us eternal peace of mind after death!"

The Speechless Man, the chief priest, did not make any sound in the material world. The gray-robed people around him knelt down and secretly chanted ancient spells in their hearts.

As the spell accelerated, the pattern on the altar began to light up slowly, and black smoke rose from the ground, entwining the altar, forming a huge and terrifying vortex.

In the center of the vortex, it seemed that some kind of terrifying existence was slowly awakening, releasing a suffocating pressure.

Many souls sacrificed, including the old king of Syat, also roared and wailed in the center of the vortex.

The evil sacrificial ceremony began.

Nasir City.

People suddenly noticed 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 covering the deepest part of everyone's heart. People couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look up at the distant sky.

Byrne in the room slowly stood up and looked up at the distance.

"What's going on..."

At this moment, it was not just the people in Nasir City.

Many extraordinary people all over the world noticed something strange. Soon, not only the extraordinary people, but also ordinary people noticed something strange.

At first, people only felt a subtle change, as if the cold wind at night was more biting than usual, and the twinkling of the stars seemed to have lost the tranquility and peace of the past, but as time went on, the strange feeling gradually increased until it became a clear and perceptible evil fluctuation.

This evil wave surged like an undercurrent, spreading silently in the air, with a chill that made people's heart palpitate, as if countless invisible eyes were secretly watching the world, and everyone began to feel uncomfortable, as if something terrible was approaching, and they were powerless to escape.

The extraordinary people who reached the monarch level could even clearly feel the malice contained in this evil wave, and a strong sense of crisis surged in the depths of their hearts, as if they had foreseen an impending disaster.

They told the people around them about their feelings.

"Something happened in the east!"

"What's going on with such a strong breath of death?"

"A quiet breath..."

"Byrne, will you come to 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, humans and many other intelligent races have once again come to the point of life and death."

"The projection of the God of the Otherworld has descended!"

He knew that a terrifying ceremony was about to begin in the east, and no one could stop it at this moment.

A certain extremely terrifying evil god.

It is about to descend.

"The God of the Otherworld...the Silent...the Singer..."

"Fortunately, it is not Him...maybe this is a blessing in disguise..."

The Pope narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It is Siat, and the strong men below the Apocalypse must be sent to Siat."

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As the spell continued to be chanted and the black smoke became thicker, the entire space under the Siat King's capital seemed to be shrouded in an invisible darkness.

The souls chosen as sacrifices wailed their last in despair, but their voices were soon drowned in a deeper and more primitive power.

The darkness in the center of the vortex on the altar began to condense and take shape, as if a huge, invisible existence 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 gentle sound was heard, as if the sky was being torn apart.

As the tearing sound dissipated, everything around became extremely quiet.

A huge and twisted figure gradually emerged from the vortex.

It was a god from the outside world who was wearing a black evening gown and a white bird bone mask. His eyes were like deep black holes, swallowing all the light around him.

The Singer of Silence!

His body was made up of twisted white gas and rotten flesh. His arrival made the entire King of Siat tremble.

The singer slowly opened his arms, as if to embrace the whole world.

Seeing this, the believers of the Quiet Words knelt on the ground and offered their final loyalty and admiration to the evil god.

They believed that through this quiet festival, they would get the peace of mind given by the gods from the outside world!

Every world has a "world will", which is the most powerful barrier that protects those worlds from being invaded by the gods from the outside world at will.

However,

the believers of the gods from the outside world will always look for ways to open the cracks.

The arrival of the singer also attracted strong reactions from all over the world.

All over the world, lightning and thunder flashed in the dark clouds, and the wind howled, as if nature, under the control of the world's will, was angrily protesting against this ritual that blasphemed life and order.

But the singer didn't care about it.

He raised his head silently.

The next moment, nature became quiet, and all the lightning and thunder and howling wind disappeared.

As if he was given peace of mind.

The entire Siat Kingdom seemed to be shocked by an invisible force. People behaved differently, but all of them revealed fear, despair and chaos.

Some people screamed in fear and fled everywhere, with helplessness and despair written on their faces, as if they had foreseen a tragic fate.

Some people chose to kneel on the ground, put their hands together, and chanted something in their mouths, praying for protection and forgiveness from the gods of the Orthodox Church.

They believed that through pious prayers, they might be able to influence the evil god and make him give up the idea of ​​destroying the world.

Some people, although full of fear in their hearts, did not lose their minds and quietly observed all the changes.

However, it was extremely strange 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 by an indescribable evil force.

Incredible changes began to occur in the originally silent cemetery, the desolate battlefield, and the forgotten ruins.

The soil trembled slightly, and the stone tablet slowly tilted, as if something was stirring underground.

Suddenly, white light shot out from the ground, penetrating the silence of death.

As the light dissipated, the dead who had once slept under the loess slowly opened their empty and deep eyes.

Although their faces were decayed, their eyes flashed with a strange light that did not belong to this world.

Whether these dead were brave warriors, innocent civilians, or evil criminals, they were awakened by the power of the quiet singer at this moment.

They staggered out of the grave, their limbs stiff but extremely powerful, as if the pain and despair in their lives had turned into endless anger and power at this moment!

Byrne!

Fisher!

In the cemetery of the Lion Family, a long-dead corpse slowly climbed 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 family member of the Lion Family who saw his resurrection here would be shocked and unable to move!

No one would forget his existence!

Viscount Best!