Everyone was deeply moved.
Severing an arm and drawing blood is the oldest curse and way to sever ties on the Azeroth Continent. With the stars and gods as witnesses, it can generate a mysterious power. From then on, the bloodline in the cursed person's body is no longer that of a member of the Zenit Imperial Family family.
"Fine, fine, since you want to sever ties, then from this day forward, I will no longer be your son." Christo roared furiously, "I will imprison you and make you watch as I unify the Zenit Empire, slaughter Arshavin, Dominguez, Natasha, and all your children, and strip that damned Chambord City and that damned King of Chambord Alexander skins, leaving them as empty shells to hang before you day and night, so you will suffer eternal torment."
" Christo, you beast, you're not even human! I'll kill you..." Suddenly, a furious roar erupted from afar, and a dazzling beam of Dou Qi aura ripped through the sky, striking towards them.
North Gate.
The fighting here has reached an incredibly brutal level.
The Zenit Empire had over 60,000 troops stationed here. Under the wisdom of the Witch Paris, they fearlessly defended their positions, refusing to retreat an inch even when hacked to pieces by the Barcelona soldiers. Large quantities of severed limbs, corpses, and various Rock stained with blood piled up like mountains on both sides of the city gate, forming a pass that was considered safe. The people guarding the city rushed out through this only escape route, charging towards Chambord City under the cover of night.
The Witch Paris also participated in the battle on the front lines.
Her long white dress was now completely stained crimson with blood. On her stunningly beautiful face, a shocking sword wound had almost split half of her face open. Her delicate body was also covered in wounds. Yet, between her brows, there was still a look of determination and composure. Standing at the highest point, she commanded the army in battle while wielding her scimitar, cutting down the Barcelona soldiers who tried to charge forward.
Thanks to the army's desperate protection, the civilians quickly passed through this only passage and escaped this Hell on earth under the cover of night.
"How many have escaped?" Paris asked loudly.
"My lord, it's hard to count, but more and more people are flocking to this side of the city. I just discovered that some nobles, with guards and valuables, are mingling among the commoners, trying to leave the city..." an officer below replied loudly.
"Issue the order: only commoners are allowed to leave the city, with women and children given priority. If any nobles are found mixed in, regardless of rank, execute them immediately, without exception!" Paris swung her sword, sending three Barcelona warriors flying, and coldly shouted, "Those who enjoy imperial titles and stipends must die for the empire!"
"Yes, sir!"
The battle is becoming increasingly intense.
Every single second, countless lives are lost.
The North Gate was like a meat grinder, crushing countless lives within its walls.
"Your Highness, hurry, hurry!"
The young Zenit soldiers shielded the Barcelona soldiers with their own Sharp Sword and blood, coughing up blood as they died, shouting for the second prince Dominguez, to leave immediately.
The Military Department is on the verge of falling.
" In the Zenit Empire, there are only princes who die in battle, not cowards who surrender."
Dominguez was determined to die. Despite being severely wounded, his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, and he fought to the death.
This prince, who had been ridiculed by countless Zenit nobles for his overly handsome appearance and almost effeminate looks, displayed a ferocity and power that put countless iron-blooded warriors to shame at this moment. If he hadn't made plans and arrangements from the beginning, set up an ambush, and used magical killing arrays and Dragon-Shooting Giant Crossbow to kill the elite of the Barcelona people and two Moon Class experts, the Military Department's forces would definitely not have been able to hold out for more than an hour.
It was precisely this hour, snatched from the jaws of death, that allowed a continuous stream of orders to be transmitted from here, providing clear guidance to the imperial soldiers still fighting in the city and directing the panicked civilians toward the only escape route—the north gate.
The Second Prince and Paris, a long-time, well-coordinated pair, did their utmost to preserve a bloodline for the Zenit Empire on this perilous and bloody night.
Now, Dominguez's warriors are dying one by one.
In the end, he was the only one left.
Behind him, in the highest council hall of the Military Department, only a little over a hundred civilian staff officers were still operating the magical mechanisms to issue final orders.
"Go! Kill him! He's the prince of the Zenit. Cut off his head, and you'll have accomplished a great feat!"
Montoya hid in the crowd and shouted.
He had also suffered serious injuries in his previous battle with Dominguez, and was so terrified by the Second Prince's desperate fighting style that he dared not fight face-to-face again.
"Haha, if you want to kill me, you'll have to pay the price!"
The second prince's body blazed with Dou Qi spirit as he leaped into the air and charged into the crowd of Barcelona soldiers. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Montoya, laughing as he brandished his sword.
Montoya's soul soared into the sky, and he swung his sword in retaliation.
puff!
The long sword plunged accurately into Dominguez's chest, piercing his heart.
A look of astonishment mixed with ecstasy flashed across Montoya's face.
but--
call out!
A flash of sword light, and Montoya's head flew into the air, blood gushing from his chest like a fountain.
The second prince fought a desperate, life-or-death battle, completely disregarding Montoya's longsword and seizing One Sword opportunity to decapitate this rising star of Barcelona.
Puff puff puff!
The sounds of swords piercing bodies came one after another.
In an instant, countless Long Spear, steel blades, and Sharp Sword pierced through the Second Prince's body.
"Die!" he roared, unleashing the last of his power as a Moon Class expert. He slashed out with his One Sword, the arc of light turning the surrounding Barcelona soldiers into mincemeat. With five or six sharp weapons still stuck in his body, he leaped into the air and stumbled onto the steps of the highest council hall.
Dominguez, towering above the Barcelona who were utterly stunned by this indescribable ferocity, swayed as he roared with laughter, "The prince of the Northern Grizzly cannot die at the hands of you lowly demons! Haha! Although Saint Petersburg has fallen today, you won't be so smug for long. When Alexander Chambord City returns, the Barcelona capital, Camp Nou, will pay the same price as tonight! Hahaha..."
Amidst laughter, he stumbled into the highest council hall and, together with the remaining hundred or so civilian officials, detonated the final magic circle.
Rumble rumble rumble!!!!
The entire hall exploded and collapsed, with thousands of pounds of rubble and stone pillars falling, burying everyone inside.
In the dazzling night sky, a bright star pierced the darkness, trailing a dazzling tail, and fell!
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