Facing the Fists of Fire that crashed down from the sky with a destructive aura, Lampard calmly unleashed One Sword strike.
His sword-wielding movements seem slow, but just when you think you've caught his sword's path, what you're actually seeing is nothing more than a fleeting illusion.
As the sword was swung, a series of subtle crackling sounds, like the popping of torches, emanated from the black greatsword's blade, and countless irregular plasmas spread out, completely enveloping the black blade.
Then, a thick, silvery-white, blinding plasma, as thick as an arm, shot out from the tip of the sword, meeting the Fists of Fire that fell from the sky like a meteor.
boom--!
At the moment the two terrifying forces collided, the world seemed to fall silent.
Even time and space seemed to freeze.
Just as people were wondering why the terrifying explosive shockwave they had imagined hadn't spread, a belated boom resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Then, countless silver snake-like plasmas and crimson flames intertwined and bloomed, like a beautiful yet deadly firework, delivering a shocking blow to people's minds.
In that instant, it felt as if the world was being destroyed.
The Allied soldiers fighting directly below felt a hurricane blow in, and thousands of soldiers were flung through the air like rice husks in a hurricane, then fell down screaming.
The clash between the two powerful figures eventually affected the ordinary soldiers.
Many of them never forgot that horrific scene.
Lampard was also thrown back three or four steps by the force of the impact before he could regain his footing. The veins on his arms were bulging, and a few drops of blood were seeping out.
In the sky, Pedro was clearly unaffected by the attack, but in the next instant, he was struck again by Hasselbaink, who was attacking him, and spat out a jet of blood.
Damn it!
He roared like a trapped beast, his figure flashing as he immediately retreated to create distance. Then, he raised his hand and swallowed some kind of potion, instantly healing all his injuries.
Seeing Lampard safe, Hasselbaink finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed heartily, "Haha, I almost forgot, you still have the divine greatsword bestowed upon you by His Majesty. Why don't we join forces and have a great fight today, and kill this Demigod of Barcelona!"
"Okay!" Lampard's reply was just one simple word.
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already soared into the sky like lightning. He still unleashed a seemingly effortless One Sword strike, but it carried a terrifying power he had never seen before. In particular, the black giant sword suddenly seemed like a resurrected god, emitting bursts of roars and bursting out with power comparable to that of Demigod, shattering the night sky.
"How is that possible?" Pedro's pupils contracted sharply.
This red-haired man, whose strength was clearly only at the mid-stage of the Great Sun-Rank Venerable before, and who could barely withstand a punch from me, how come he suddenly unleashed a power that even I felt was threatening?
A moment later, Pedro's gaze focused on the black greatsword.
He suddenly understood something.
"It's actually a Demigod Dou Weapon? A sword-shaped Demigod Dou Weapon? Just who is this red-haired man? How could he possess such a treasure?" Pedro was extremely surprised. Demigod Dou Weapon were not something you could just pick up anywhere. Even within the Barcelona Empire, only a few high-ranking and powerful figures possessed them. Pedro, as the representative of the Barcelona rising supernova military, had never obtained such a divine weapon.
After a slight start, Pedro's mind began to race.
"Very well, I've been lacking a weapon, and since you've delivered it to my doorstep, I'll gladly accept it, hahaha!" Pedro advanced instead of retreating, his body engulfed in flames that surged towards Lampard like a vast ocean.
"You're really talking big, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? Today, I'll chop off your dog's head and let those Barcelona bandits know that the Zenit people won't be bullied."
Fearing Lampard might be in trouble, Hasselbaink immediately stepped in to help, taking on Lampard two-on-one.
The fierce battle resumed.
Lampard harbors a huge secret. His strength has grown at an astonishing rate, surpassing all other Gold Saint. He is now Great Sun Class powerhouse at the Rising Sun Stage. The massive black sword in his hand was Dou Weapon that Sun Fei obtained from the Last Ancestral Land of the Dwarf Clan. After countless years of erosion, its rank has regressed to the eighth rank.
However, during this period, Lampard nurtured and nourished him with his own source power, and he has now advanced again to the level of Demigod Dou Weapon. When he One Sword are combined, they are comparable to Demigod- level powerhouse.
Hasselbaink was already a veteran powerhouse, and with the instruction he received from Sun Fei in [ Necromancer Mode ], his strength had long since reached the peak of the Great Sun-Rank Venerable, making him Banbu Demigod powerhouse.
The two fought together against Pedro and quickly gained the upper hand.
"Hey, little guy, you seem to be done for, haha, Grandpa will take you down today and make the people of Barcelona suffer for three days!" Hasselbaink, having spent a lot of time with Sun Fei, had inevitably picked up His King King's wicked sense of humor and deliberately distracted his opponent.
"Hmph, do you really think you can win by sheer numbers? You're seriously underestimating the strength of a ninth-level empire."
Pedro, unable to bear it any longer, seemed to have made a decision. He suddenly snorted coldly, flashed out of the battlefield, looked up, and swallowed a bottle of some unknown potion. The next moment, a strange change occurred. His Dou Qi suddenly surged, and the crimson flames that filled the sky seemed to be dyed with ink, suddenly turning into terrifying, thick black flames. His aura surged and became countless times more terrifying.
He punched out with both fists, and the sky collapsed.
"Damn it, disgusting! He's on drugs!" Hasselbaink quickly backed away to Avoid.
In the blink of an eye, Hasselbaink and Lampard were actually being suppressed.
"Damn it, I didn't expect this kid to have some savings for his wife. I'll have to bring out my trump card soon..."
Hasselbaink knew he couldn't delay any longer. He clenched his fists in the air, drawing out a huge, exaggerated weapon resembling Grim Reaper's Scythe. With a backhand slash, a tearing sound ripped through the thick black flames in the air, creating a long crack as if tearing a sheet of paper.
Another Demigod Dou Weapon?
Now it was Pedro's turn to be alarmed.
Hasselbaink's strength was already terrifying, and now that he had brought out a Demigod Dou Weapon and the two of them were attacking together, this top student from the La Masia Royal Military Academy immediately realized that today's battle was likely to end in more defeat than victory, and if it dragged on any longer, it would be dangerous.
He acted decisively, taking a direct hit from Lampard's lightning sword, his body shooting backward as he pulled a magic scroll from his robes and flicked it in the wind.
A beam of cyan light, sealed within, suddenly burst forth.
Even Tian Dou was shocked in that instant. A pale blue beam of light shot towards Lampard, who only had time to hold the Demigod Dou Weapon in front of him before feeling a violent jolt, spitting out blood as he was sent flying.
This magical scroll seems to seal away a power that doesn't belong to humankind.
Pedro landed a successful blow, sending Lampard flying. He dared not retaliate, as this was his last resort. He immediately turned to leave the battlefield.
Just then, a sharp blade of light pierced through the air beside them.
By the time he realized it, the blade was already at his back, so fast that he could barely react. In his haste, he only had time to slightly turn his body, feeling a chill on half of his back as a blue jade pendant on his body shattered with a clang. He used this opportunity to Dodge to a distance of a thousand meters.
"Trying to run? Too late. You'd better stay here."
Hasselbaink laughed heartily, his death scythe tracing unpredictable and mysterious paths. Once the attack was successful, the blade light, like a leech clinging to a bone, formed a dense, ever-present, and intermittent mass of light that swirled around Pedro from all sides.
The Necromancer was also extremely puzzled.
The attack just now clearly succeeded, but it failed to cut this Barcelona powerhouse in half. It seems that the opponent possesses some kind of magical item that can block a fatal blow.
At this point, Pedro was completely on the defensive.
The chill on his back had completely turned into excruciating pain. He knew he was seriously injured and needed immediate treatment, but under pressure from his opponent, he had no energy left to recover.
After holding the position for about ten seconds, beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to trickle down Pedro's forehead.
After decades of fighting in the north and south, this was the first time Pedro had encountered such a dangerous situation; the cold tentacles of death had already gripped his throat.
"Aaaaaah, damn it, how could this happen? What am I going to do? If this blade of light lasts another thirty seconds, I won't be able to hold on..." Pedro roared madly, his face contorted with rage, his eyes filled with despair.
Who knew that happiness would suddenly arrive in the next moment?
The opponent's all-pervasive and sharp blade suddenly and inexplicably paused, revealing an extremely obvious opening.
"An opportunity!" Pedro's eyes lit up as he lay on the verge of death.
He had no time to think about whether this was a deliberate opening by his opponent or something else. He charged forward with all his might, burning his own source power. His whole body transformed into an unstoppable streak of fire, and in a flash, he had already merged into the void and disappeared without a trace.
Under the threat of death, this proud general of the Barcelona Empire ultimately abandoned his 40,000 to 50,000 Barcelona soldiers, as well as the Glory and dignity of being an army commander, and fled alone.
"Damn it, it seems that for mages, melee combat is a recipe for disaster!"
The Necromancer Hasselbaink shook his head with deep regret.
This scythe technique was extracted from the Dark Demon Armor Basturk; it was incredibly sharp and perfectly suited to the enormous Grim Reaper's Scythe. Unfortunately, he was, after all, a mage, and his close-combat strength was far inferior. As the scythe technique evolved, his strength could no longer sustain it, and a slight opening inevitably appeared.
For a supreme expert like Pedro, even the slightest opening is enough for him to escape ten thousand times over.
"It's a pity I can't use my Undead Magic, otherwise I would have killed that bastard long ago." The Necromancer shook his head helplessly.
Although the Holy Church has faced provocations and its faith in the continent is not as strong as before, Undead Magic remains a taboo subject for the Human Clan. He cannot reveal his true power yet, otherwise he wouldn't have been locked in a long battle with Pedro, and even had to team up with Lampard.
"I wonder how Frank is doing?" Thinking of Lampard, Hasselbaink recalled the image of the handsome red-haired middle-aged man being blasted away by the power of the scroll, and his heart tightened. He was about to turn around and go down to check on him.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Just then, a calm voice suddenly came from beside the Necromancer.
"Damn it, could you not have suddenly appeared next to me without a sound? You scared me to death!" The Necromancer shrugged, then slammed down to the ground like a bomb, laughing loudly, "Since even the commander has fled, today we'll unleash a massacre and let the people of Barcelona taste the bitterness of tears, hahaha!"
Hasselbaink transformed into a streak of light, flying close to the ground. Wherever he passed, Barcelona soldiers exploded like firecrackers, dying instantly before they could even scream.
The massacre by a Great Sun Class expert going all out was something these ordinary soldiers simply couldn't withstand.
Even if there were still some powerful Dou Qi in the Barcelona army, they couldn't withstand a single move from the Necromancer.
Lampard looked at the carnage below, hesitated for a moment, and did not stop the Necromancer's actions.
According to the traditions of war history on the Azeroth Continent, the original being, being Extreme Dao powerful being, should not have slaughtered ordinary soldiers in this way. However, since invading Zenit, the Barcelona people have pursued a policy of genocide in the Southern Frontier, slaughtering countless Zenit civilians, sparing not even the Old Man and three-year-old children. They burned, killed, looted, and tortured, and were simply a group of demons in human skin, committing all kinds of evil. Such an opponent, who has broken the basic rules of war, does not deserve any sympathy.
In fact, this is one of the reasons why the Necromancer launched the massacre.
Without the presence of Extreme Dao expert, the fate of this Barcelona army was already sealed.
Therefore, Prince Dominguez and old Arjen did not command the Zenit army to counterattack, but instead continued their orderly retreat.
The battle lasted for less than thirty minutes before the Barcelona legion completely collapsed and retreated, disappearing into the vast plains like Shazi scattered by a flood. Like fish out of water, they were filled with fear and panic, fleeing for their lives.
This was Barcelona's first such massive defeat since their invasion of Zenit.
Some soldiers and officers, unable to accept their defeat at the hands of a small, first-rate empire, felt their faith crumble and committed suicide in anguish. For these militarists, defeat was unacceptable, tantamount to losing their Glory and pride as imperial subjects.
It wasn't until the routed soldiers fled the battlefield and retreated nearly 500 kilometers that they encountered the reinforcements from Barcelona.
"Hmph, that's hilarious. Pedro claims to have Catalan royal blood flowing through his veins and has some ridiculous sense of superiority, always looking down on outsiders like us. What about now?"
The Barcelona commander leading the reinforcements sneered.
"I heard Pedro has fled for his life..." someone said.
"Hmph, the commander has escaped, why don't the soldiers fight to the death to defend the Glory of the empire? To actually flee in disarray is unforgivable! Men, kill all the retreating routs!" The commander's eyes were sinister, his pupils deep and possessing a devilish glint.
He seemed completely unfazed by Pedro's prestige, exuding murderous intent and determined to slaughter his own defeated soldiers.
"Lord Alves, isn't this a bit too much...?" someone nearby tried to persuade.
"My orders are never repeated." Alves's tone was icy, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Yes, yes, yes!
No one dared to stop them.
Later historical records state the following:
On that day, the Barcelona [ Sea God's Spear ] Legion and the [ Hand of Judgment ] Legion were inexplicably defeated by the Zenit Southern Frontier Army in a battle of equal strength. Commander Pedro was seriously wounded and disappeared. Alves, the commander of the support army who had always been at odds with Pedro and others, took the opportunity to salvage the Glory of the empire and killed nearly 10,000 retreating soldiers. Blood stained the earth red and corpses piled up like mountains.
However, Barcelona's invasion did not slow down. A continuous stream of reinforcements landed at Byzantium Port and set foot on Zenit territory, with a force exceeding 500,000.
Meanwhile, the Zenit people, who had returned victorious, saw their situation ease slightly. The Zenit Military Department, finally realizing what was happening, dispatched ten legions, totaling 300,000 troops, to the Southern Frontier battlefield. It is worth mentioning that Emperor Yassin and the Zenit God of War Arshavin were not among the reinforcements.
For the Zenit, a single victory in war was not enough to quell the empire's crisis.
An even more terrible war awaits them.
No one on the entire continent believed that this weak first-tier empire could withstand the wrath of the enraged Barcelona for more than a month. The demise of the Zenit Empire seemed inevitable.
at the same time.
The remote [ Land of Exile ], the Evil Water Swamp.
Sun Fei was immersed in the joy of the birth of the first batch of one hundred Mithril War Soul Warriors.
"You did well." His King patted Hasselbaink with great satisfaction. The latter was immediately flattered and knelt down again with a thud. Sun Fei shook his head helplessly. "Go, take [ Number One ] to [Number One Hundred] and proceed with the next part of the plan. Before Sun tomorrow, retrieve 20,000 silver crystals for me. You know how to do it? Don't force the souls within these crystals. I want them to willingly return to the Azeroth Continent with me."
"Understood, understood, my great and esteemed master, please rest assured!"
Although Basturk was a scoundrel, he was also an absolutely capable one. He quickly came up with a plan and led a hundred powerful and terrifying Enforcer into the depths of the Evil Water Swamp.
Sun Fei calculated the time. "It's about time; we should return to City of Behemoths."
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