From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Chapter 459 Cyart Rally

The vast land was shrouded in a heavy layer of clouds, as if even the sky could sense the storm that was about to arrive. The waning sunlight weakly scattered across the desolate land of the Ahornblatt Province, its glow no longer a warm comfort but carrying a hint of desolation, coating every inch of the land in a faint golden-red hue.

Surrounding were broken walls and scorched earth, the once prosperous village now just a pile of ruins. The wind whistled through the broken eaves with a sobbing sound, as if the souls of countless Cyart people were whispering, telling tales of sorrow.

"Let's go back, there isn't much left to take from here."

The Rhea People leaving the slaughtered village occasionally saw a few startled birds hastily taking flight, cutting across the grey and dim sky, their figures quickly disappearing into the distance, as though eager to flee this land overshadowed by the specter of death.

In the desolate and oppressive Ahornblatt Province, whether it was the short-lived conquerors, the Rhea People, or the conquered Cyart people, everyone's heart was filled with complex emotions.

Fear, anger, determination, reluctance... but more than anything, a sense of heroic sadness at facing an unknown fate.

"So, exactly how were they defeated?"

In the cities occupied by the Rhea People, within the manor that originally belonged to the "Wrathful Angel" of the Jones family, in Black Gold City — the wealthiest city of the Ahornblatt Province — many Rhea elites and members of the Salvation Church were exchanging words, and even arguing.

They had all heard an extremely important piece of news: the Vallere citizens and the Carnians had been annihilated to the last man!

When the news came like a bolt from the blue, everyone was instantly enveloped in deathly silence. Then, an indescribable sense of shock and panic swept over them like a tide, drowning the Extraordinary nobility of Rhea.

"No... that's impossible!"

"How could this happen?"

"Such a thing is unthinkable!"

Some screamed in disbelief, their voices filled with incredulity. After repeatedly confirming the situation, their eyes became empty and confused, as if all their supporting strength had been lost, and their hands trembled, unable to accept this cruel reality.

"The Carnians are stronger than us... I mean, they weren't weaker than us, so why did their entire army suddenly get wiped out?"

"Where is that Cardinal of the Reforging Church? Where is he?"

"How exactly did the Cyart people pull it off?"

However, after the brief shock came endless confusion.

The Rhea People argued passionately, their faces filled with puzzlement and a vague sense of fear.

"Shouldn't we consider retreating?" Someone suddenly spoke up.

Immediately, the crowd was silent for a moment, and then some fell silent—the agreement quickly found among several heads nodding.

"Yes, perhaps we should retreat. The situation this time is highly unusual; the strength of the Cyart people is beyond our expectations..."

"How did they manage it? Could it be that a large number of Lorne Monarch powerful experts personally took to the field? If that's the case, aren't they afraid to start a second great war with the Seven Stars Empire directly?"

Someone shook their head and said, "It's not likely to be the Lorne citizens. The last great war dealt both empires a massive blow, with nearly a hundred Monarchs perishing... Lorne and the Seven Stars Empire both don't want to take direct action again so soon."

The same person who suggested retreating spoke again, "Let's pull back to Rhea! Otherwise, we too might face... a loss."

"How can we give up so easily? What did they die for?" someone roared in anger, their voice tinged with grief and unwillingness.

"Yes, we must seek vengeance! We cannot let the blood of so many Rhea People have been spilled in vain! Who among us here does not have a blood feud with the Cyart people?"

More people responded, their eyes alight with resolve, as if to transform all their anger and sorrow into strength, swearing to obtain justice for generations of Rhea People.

Yet amidst this chaotic argument, there were also voices of reason trying to quell the strife. "Now is not the time to argue. We need to calm down and consider our next move."

An older, middle-rank Monarch commander stepped forward, his voice steady and strong, trying to lead everyone out of the whirl of emotions.

He was second only to the "Blood Flames King," Flamme, in Rhea, known as "Thunder of Chaos," Quayle.

But the emotions of anger and panic had spread like wildfire, irrepressible.

The people continued to argue, their voices louder, their emotions more intense, turning the entire camp into a boiling sea filled with despair, anger, and chaos.

Just then, their eyes suddenly riveted on one person, they started to speak but then halted, respectfully making way for him.

"Blood Flames King," Flamme Meyer, passed calmly through the chaotic crowd and slowly entered a room, where another waited for him.

That was the Cardinal of the Salvation Church, "White Flower," Lian — the only elf among the Cardinals of the Salvation Church.

"Is 'The Destroyer' really dead?" she asked.

"The situation given by the Fischer family is that he went missing during the battle, 'The Destroyer's' exact status, whether alive or dead, will have to be verified by further investigation, but it's very likely that he was killed."

"..."

Lian didn't know what to say, even feeling as if her mind were about to break, this scenario was just too insane.

How many years had it been?

No one knew how many years, but at least within the span of thousands of years, although there were isolated cases of Cardinals being killed by heretical cults, there had never been an incident where a figure of the Cardinal's standing had been killed by Extraordinary nobility in war.