Bright starlight streaked across the sky, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance in an instant, attracting the attention of countless people.
At the North Gate, the Witch Paris, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. She looked up and saw the starlight falling in the direction of the Imperial Military Department. Her expression changed drastically. As if realizing something, she froze on the spot, and crystal tears streamed down her face, wetting the congealed scars. The tears felt salty and painful, but the pain in her heart was even greater.
"Is it really... a permanent separation by life and death?"
Through her blurry tears, she still clearly remembered that when she was a little beggar wandering the streets, that handsome and noble young man appeared before her, smiling as he extended his hand to her. From then on, there were no more little beggars in the world, but there was one more witch named Paris, who diligently served this man who later became the second prince of the Zenit Empire. She stood shoulder to shoulder with the Empire's eldest princess, the literary saint Natasha, as they rivaled each other and became two leaders among the women of the Empire.
I originally thought I could help this man become the supreme ruler of the empire.
For this reason, Paris has never considered personal matters for more than a decade.
But now, has that man with the alluring, almost feminine face, always wearing a faint smile, seemingly perpetually sleepy and dazed, who loved to cradle a disabled little dog belonging to Pope Oka, truly perished?
" Alexander, you bastard, where are you? Why haven't you shown up at a time like this? Show yourself now..."
Tears welled up in Paris's eyes. This was the first time the Witch had ever cried, so heartbrokenly. Almost instinctively, she thought of the image etched in her heart— King of Chambord Alexander, the little man who had left the deepest impression on her, the little man who had once given her a sense of security. Why hadn't he appeared when she needed him most?
"Sir, be careful..." The officer next to her rushed over and shielded Paris from the Barcelona men's swords.
"Kill!" Paris's beautiful eyes flashed with furious light. She leaped into the enemy ranks, her Dou Qi surging as she engaged in a frenzied battle.
In the distance, in the direction of the Military Department, flames soaring into the sky, collapsed buildings, and a tidal wave of people blocked everything. Even if Paris wanted to go back to find the Second Prince, it was impossible for her to get there. She could only vent her anger on the Barcelona soldiers in front of her.
At the same time.
Sutton, the Sun Golden Knight, who was fighting at the South Gate, also noticed signs of falling stars in the sky. He felt an indescribable sorrow and a deep sense of dread. He knew that a great figure in the Empire had just fallen.
By this time, he had already sustained several injuries.
His initial comrades-in-arms, as well as the more than fifty Krasic disciples from Martial Saint Mountain, had all perished in battle.
He was left all alone.
The enemy surged in like a tide. He had already killed nearly ten thousand people, thousands of Star-Rank Warrior, and more than ten Moon Class experts. Relying on his own strength, he held off the Barcelona army at the south gate for three whole hours. Around him were countless corpses, piled up into small hills. He fought the Barcelona people while standing on corpses.
"The capital has fallen, the royal family is shattered, and the Chris Family is destroyed. As a warrior of the empire, I cannot retreat a single step. To die on the battlefield is my destiny. The future is entrusted to King of Chambord Alexander, the hope of the empire!"
Sutton was determined to fight to the death.
The golden Long Spear was broken, and the wolf-beast lay prostrate at his feet, its corpse already cold.
Until... his figure was swallowed up by the surging tide of Barcelona's army.
And so, another star, with a dazzling trail, fell from the dark night sky.
"What a beautiful star, what a pity, it has fallen like this..."
Messi looked up at the trailing stars in the sky, a look of utter rapture on his face. He sighed, "How long has it been since I've seen such a beautiful night? I remember a year ago, when we conquered the capital of the Sevilla Empire, famous generals fell and experts perished. Such a mesmerizing night also appeared then. I never imagined that a small Zenit Empire would have souls capable of sensing the stars in the sky, and more than one at that!"
"One day, the Zenit people will stand under the night sky of Camp Nou, the capital of Barcelona, and admire the same beautiful view."
Beside Emperor Yassin, the Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev, leaning on his longsword and barely able to stand, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, cursed angrily.
Half an hour ago, he arrived just in time and witnessed Christo's madness. In a fit of rage, he wanted to assassinate the Fourth Young Supremes Christo, but was stopped by Leo Messi. With the strength to kill a Moon Class Great Perfection expert with a single thought, no one could kill this greatest traitor of the Zenit Empire.
"Perhaps there are no eternal empires in this world." Messi shrugged and smiled. "However, you won't have the chance to see that day, and frankly, even if the Barcelona Empire were to fall, I don't think the poor Zenit people could do it."
Indeed, Barcelona, known as the strongest military power on the Azeroth Continent, is a formidable force with countless experts, almost impossible to challenge.
Emperor Yassin sneered and remained silent.
"Do you still recognize me?" The woman from Eindhoven suddenly stepped forward and stared at Akinfeev.
" Eindhoven wretch, why should I even know you?" Akinfeev sneered.
"I remember two years ago, in the Battle of Martial Saint Mountain Saint Petersburg, Krasic was killed in action, and Eindhoven's top general, Costacurta, was defeated and captured. It was you who pierced his shoulder blade and threw him into Black Prison. In the end, all that was sent back to Eindhoven was a cold corpse. I am Costacurta's daughter, Frankie."
The woman smiled smugly.
"Do you know why the warriors of Barcelona were able to Avoid your search after entering Saint Petersburg? Do you know who found Prince Zenit of Christo in his most desperate and dejected moment and incited him to rebel against Zenit? Do you know who truly orchestrated the destruction of the Central Magic Tower?"
This woman, like Christo before her, possessed a frenzied madness born from the unleashing of pent-up hatred and repression. She roared with laughter, "That's right, it's me! Ever since I watched helplessly as you and King of Chambord abducted my father outside the Saint Petersburg post station, I swore revenge. I made countless preparations, planting numerous pawns in Saint Petersburg, establishing countless secret organizations. The seeds of hatred took root and sprouted in my heart. All of this was for today, and today, I've reaped the richest reward. Now, Zenit is finished too! Ahahaha!"
The woman named Frankie's face was filled with the ecstasy and madness of revenge.
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