" Yassin?" The contradictory smile on Leo Messi's face, containing both shyness and arrogance, never faded. [ ]
" Leo Messi?" Emperor Yassin quickly regained his composure and smiled in return.
"Indeed. Yassin, you have never been inferior to anyone in your life. I heard this slogan many times when I was in the Western Region. Even His Emperor Guardiola praised you highly and was very wary of you. Meeting you today, I can see that your reputation is well-deserved. You have not disappointed me. I did not expect that you have already comprehended the mysteries of the Power of Faith. If you were given another year, I am afraid that you could completely integrate faith and condense Divinity?"
Messi spoke eloquently, and the attitude between the two did not seem like that of enemies.
"I have only gained a slight understanding, while you have already surpassed everyone else. If I am not mistaken, you have already condensed Divinity. Are you praising me, or are you praising yourself?" Emperor Yassin's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Hehe." Messi's smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of anger despite Emperor Yassin's veiled sarcasm. His signature smile lingered on his face, "Not bad, I have condensed my Divinity. I have succeeded."
Upon hearing this, even Busquets, Masiqielanuo, and Pedro's expressions changed slightly.
Successfully condensing Divinity —doesn't that mean one has completely transcended the realm of humanity and become a supreme deity?
Clearly, Messi's teammates were also hearing this for the first time, and they were taken aback by the statement.
"Your smile is truly hypocritical," Emperor Yassin shook his head. "Although you always wear a smile, it cannot conceal the arrogance in your bones. Why not show your true self to others? Do you need to resort to such pointless means to gain their approval? Do you only feel your worth through the approval of others? Or... are you hiding yourself for some other purpose?"
This statement is a direct and incisive satire.
However, Messi's smile didn't change at all; in fact, it grew even wider. He said, "You've attacked, igniting the Imperial Dao Faith. You can't hold out much longer. While you still have the strength to attack, show me your most powerful abilities. Don't disappoint me!"
"Haha, you really are a hypocrite! You're clearly furious, yet you still manage to smile. How pathetic!"
Emperor Yassin laughed heartily, and amidst a series of clanging metallic sounds, pure golden sword energies bloomed once more behind him, unleashing unparalleled sharpness and power. He roared, "Come, let me test just how powerful the number one among the Young Supremes truly is! Let me know just how superior the power of gods is to that of mortals... Dragon Fist Sword Qi, Slash!"
The pure gold sword energy, dazzling as the sun, was too bright to look at directly. It arrived in an instant, enveloping the ordinary-looking Messi within it. [ ]
Imperial Ministry.
Some of the high-ranking and domineering Military Department leaders who used to be arrogant and domineering have long since disappeared and their whereabouts are unknown. Their numbers have dwindled to less than half of what they used to be, and most of them are young officers.
The building, once the symbol of the highest and most powerful center of the Imperial Army, now seemed like a peacock that had fallen into the scorching heat, having lost all its dignity and majesty, trembling in fear as the shouts of the Barcelona people drew ever closer.
"Where is everyone? Get out here!"
Suddenly, a figure flashed and appeared on the steps leading to the highest meeting hall of the Military Department headquarters, roaring loudly.
It was the Second Prince Dominguez, who had rushed over.
"It's His Highness the Second Prince!"
"The Second Prince has arrived!"
The panicked crowd, as if suddenly seeing the sun after the clouds had parted and finding their pillar of support, stopped their frantic steps and looked up at this member of the royal family, who was highly respected in the army because of the two consecutive wars in the Southern Frontier.
Dominguez's gaze swept over the faces of these men, some young, some old, as he brandished his bloodstained sword and roared, "Tell me, are you afraid? Nobles of the Zenit Empire, captains of the Northern Grizzly! The Barcelona have breached our capital! They slaughter men, women, the Old Man, and children like demons! They have no mercy or compassion, only blood and carnage satisfy these depraved bastards! And they are incredibly powerful. We are doomed to defeat! Tell me, in this situation, are you afraid? Will you be a coward kneeling before the devil, weeping and begging for survival, only to be tortured to death? Or will you be a hero, using courage and Sharp Sword to teach the devil a lesson, protecting yourselves, your loved ones, and the Glory of your families? Even if it's just for a few minutes, tell me, are you afraid? Are you afraid?"
The Second Prince's words drowned out the shouts of battle coming from afar, striking everyone's hearts like heavy hammer blows.
An emotion, a passion, a frenzy, gradually overshadowed the fear and panic in everyone's hearts, growing uncontrollably in their chests, blood, bone marrow, and souls.
"I'm not afraid!" someone roared.
"We're not afraid!" everyone roared.
"Very well, our army awaits orders from the Military Department, our people await the protection of our soldiers, and our souls and Glory await our defense!" The Second Prince raised his sword high, laughing heartily, "Now, everyone return to your posts, to the work you know best. Activate the Military Department ' magical command system. I want you all to stand here with me until those Barcelona scumbags take one step into the Military Department headquarters' gates. Then, together we will draw our swords and engage in the final battle!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
" The Glory of the empire is with us."
"Hahaha, how ridiculous! Why should I be afraid of those Barcelona people? I'm going to have a good fight with them!"
The crowd erupted with indescribable passion and courage. Everyone blushed, ashamed of their previous panic, and strode back to their posts. Soon, beams of colorful magic light rose from above the Military Department. This was a remote-controlled magic system for the army that was only activated at the last moment. It allowed troops that had lost contact with each other to receive orders from the Military Department immediately and to carry out joint operations to the greatest extent possible.
Of course, such a system has fatal flaws.
That is, when one's own troops see the order, the enemy will also discover the location of the Military Department command system immediately, and may launch a ruthless and brutal attack in this direction, putting the entire Military Department in great danger.
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