"Letting one slip through the cracks, letting him take back some false information, will surely intimidate and mislead the people of Barcelona."
"Well, we could have waited until these bastards arrived at Chambord City and then ordered the Mithril Puppet to launch a surprise attack. That would have wiped them out. However, now that the capital has fallen, we have to use the Mithril Puppet to intimidate the Barcelona people. That way, they'll be more wary and won't dare to massacre my Zenit people. It's a way for us to do our part for our compatriots thousands of miles away."
"Not bad, over twenty magical puppets at the level of Extreme Dao experts are enough to make the people of Barcelona wary. Hehe, that kid tested the waters and found a safe distance of two thousand meters, but how could he know that the attack range of the Mithril Puppet is actually ten thousand meters? Haha!"
"The trap has been set; we're just waiting for the Barcelona army to arrive."
"We hope His King can return in time."
The two looked at the setting sun in the distance, their hearts filled with a sense of calm, excitement, yet also tinged with a touch of helplessness and desolation.
The war had finally arrived.
According to the news brought by old Arjen, Emperor Yassin has likely passed away, Zenit has lost its strongest defense.
From this point on, Chambord City will have no choice but to fight.
The streak of light in the sky transformed into a figure, which descended precariously and landed in front of Piasson and the others.
He is a Barcelona -Moon Class powerhouse.
He was dressed in Blue-Black armor, tall and thin, with a pale face. He had lost an arm, and although the wound had scabbed over, blood was still seeping out. He had suffered extremely serious injuries, and his breathing was disordered. It seemed that he could not even maintain flight, which is why he fell from the sky.
Even when injured, this person's strength was astonishing; to ordinary people, he was like an invincible god of death.
He was Armando, who had come fleeing in a frenzy.
More than a hundred Zenit refugees were stunned by what they saw.
They looked at each other, not daring to breathe, their eyes filled with despair as they awaited the impending massacre.
Piasson was also extremely nervous and almost made a move immediately, but after a brief comparison, he abandoned his plan to take the opportunity to kill this tall, thin Barcelona Moon Class expert.
Firstly, the injured expert's strength was clearly at the Great Perfection realm, and even if he was injured, he might not be able to defeat him in a short time. Secondly, a battle between Moon Class experts would inevitably alert other experts in Barcelona, and he had a heavy responsibility to bear, so he dared not be careless or take any risks.
"The vitality of Moon Class experts is extremely terrifying. This person is at the Great Perfection realm, yet his severed arm cannot Revive, and the wound is still bleeding. Who injured him so severely? In Zenit, who can defeat him now? Could it be... that King of Chambord has made a move?"
Piasson, with a sense of unease, began secretly plotting his escape.
Armando let out a heavy breath.
His gaze swept over the group of Zenit refugees, his brows furrowing slightly. The image of those twenty-odd terrifying golden puppets flashed through his mind. Still immersed in the excitement of his impending victory, he did not go on a killing spree.
He was a high-ranking Moon Class Great Perfection, valuing his reputation and maintaining his dignity, unwilling to lay a hand on lowly commoners.
His eyes lit up slightly as his gaze swept over Piasson.
This Zenit boy is exceptionally handsome, with extraordinary bone structure and an aura of Aura emanating from him. Although he is a bit older than expected and appears to have no martial arts background, with such talent, if he were to obtain a profound Dou Qi manual and begin cultivating, he might very well achieve great things in the future...
Such a thought flashed through Armando's mind.
"You, come out." Armando pointed at Piasson.
The Silver Moon Knight felt a chill run down his spine, thinking his opponent had discovered something, but he could only improvise and stepped out under the watchful eyes of the others.
Could it be that I hadn't disguised myself well enough, and this Barcelona -Moon Class Great Perfection cultivator had discovered some of my flaws?
Piasson had already quietly reached into his robes, preparing to retrieve the scroll that Akinfeev had given him, which sealed the power of Emperor Yassin's attack, and was prepared for the worst.
"Kid, you organize these people and get this tent set up..."
Armando didn't notice much. He took out some simple materials for setting up a tent from his storage ring. He was preparing to treat his injuries, but he was used to a life of luxury and didn't want to heal in the cold wind and rain. He wanted to choose a place to set up a temporary camp first.
This Barcelona -Moon Class Great Perfection had a slight liking for Piasson, and allowed the boy to command the other refugees.
Piasson breathed a sigh of relief.
For the refugees, Armando's words were orders; the vast disparity in power rendered any resistance futile.
Under Piasson's direction, the group quickly set up the tent.
Meanwhile, Armando has already sent a signal.
He was not only a high-ranking general in the Barcelona army, but also an important figure in a Catalan noble family with a history of more than 500 years. He had countless followers and guards under his command, and soon twenty or thirty magicians and Dou Qi masters under his command came to his aid at the first opportunity, sparing no effort.
"Don't kill these Zenit, spare them for now." Armando's words brought a temporary sigh of relief to Piasson and the other refugees. After a pause, Armando seemed to remember something, pointed at Piasson again, and specifically instructed, "Don't make things difficult for this boy."
"Yes, sir."
Armando nodded, turned and went into a tent in the distance. After setting up some defensive formations, he began to take the time to heal his injuries.
Thanks to the special care of this Moon Class Great Perfection expert, Piasson was not made to suffer and was even given a small, independent tent to live in.
"Call!"
The Silver Moon Knight exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling a slight sense of relief.
Under such tight surveillance, he could not escape secretly. If he forced his way out and a conflict ensued, he would likely be discovered and hunted down, attracting a large number of experts. However, staying here meant that every moment brought more threats. The secret decree concerned the fate of Zenit and must not fall into the hands of the Barcelona people.
The situation is extremely dangerous.
What should I do?
Piasson took out three scrolls from his pocket, stared at them in deep thought for a while, and then made a surprising decision.
"You... you... you sister..." Pope Ernst, who was on his deathbed, lay on the bed and heard Sun Fei say that his old man was dead. He became so agitated that his hands and feet twitched, and he cursed intermittently.
Sun Fei leaned closer to take a look and realized that the "old codger" was actually Zhong Dajun.
Second update.
There's more.