Even the Beast God Rexxar had to address him as his master; he was only the legendary creator of all races. [Thank you for supporting the novel]
The human before them was capable of completely dominating the Behemoth Beastmen.
Earth.
On the bustling street, Zhong Dajun stood with an unprecedented look of ecstasy on his face.
The thousand-year journey to another world felt like a fleeting dream.
Looking at the sweltering skyscrapers, the hazy sky, and the concrete jungle before him, he couldn't tell whether the new memory in his brain was real or fake.
The scene before me was the same street I had walked before I died in the car accident.
At this point, only three to five minutes had passed since the car accident.
When the green light turns on and you're crossing the street on the pedestrian crossing, a large truck that runs a red light will come rushing over and hit you.
Zhong Dajun thought for a moment, stood on the side of the street, and waited for the green light to come on, but he did not step onto the crosswalk.
Suddenly, panic erupted in the crowd, and screams filled the air.
Sure enough, in the distance, a large truck from another time sped towards them, heading straight for dozens of people on the crosswalk.
"Oops!"
Zhong Dajun was shocked. The scene from his memory replayed itself. Although he hadn't stepped onto the crosswalk, those innocent pedestrians...
Almost subconsciously, he opened his mouth and silently recited a Behemoth Beastmen Priest War Song.
Strands of white light flashed from his mouth, transforming into a gigantic, pale silver hand, resembling a sketch, which slammed down in front of the out-of-control truck that had run a red light, easily and steadily stopping it. [ ]
The giant hand vanished in the next instant.
Zhong Dajun was stunned and stood there in shock.
"The power from that world... I can still use it..."
Just now, I only chanted instinctively, a habit formed over a thousand years. I never expected that I would actually unleash the power of the Behemoth Beastmen Priest War Song... Does this mean that I have brought the terrifying power of the [ Beast God Temple ] Pope into the real world?
Just how terrifying is the power of the Pope of the [ Beast God Temple ] millennium?
This means that Zhong Dajun has become a superhuman being in this world.
If he so chooses, he can be completely above the state apparatus and the law.
Overwhelmed with surprise and awe, Zhong Dajun forced himself to calm down, pretending nothing was wrong, and left the noisy crowd, heading home according to his memory.
If I remember correctly, today is his engagement day. His girlfriend and both sets of parents are waiting for him at a hotel not far away.
Perhaps because he was too excited to return to Earth, he lost his usual caution and vigilance and failed to notice that a camera not far away had clearly captured the scene that had just occurred.
Azeroth Continent, Northern Region, Saint Petersburg.
Post-war Zenit was a scene of devastation. Most of the city walls had been razed to the ground, buildings scorched by flames were covered in black charcoal, once towering statues had been overturned and smashed, and there were collapsed buildings, still smoldering wooden frames, and corpses that had not yet been buried...
Because of the orders left by Leo Messi before his departure, large-scale massacres of Zenit people have become rare. [New]
However, looting and plundering by Barcelona soldiers can still be seen everywhere in the city.
Those civilians who did not manage to escape through the North Gate on the Night of Bloodshed and who were fortunate enough to survive the initial massacre by the Barcelona, although no longer facing the ever-present threat of slaughter, still had a precarious living environment.
Merchants with some wealth and women of striking appearance, in particular, remained targets of Barcelona soldiers' plundering and lustful acts.
As the morning sun shone, layers of thick fog enveloped the earth.
Stray cats and dogs, shivering from the cold, roamed the streets.
Occasionally, the heads of Zenit slum dwellers would peek out from behind collapsed walls or barely intact buildings, their faces bearing expressions of despair and numbness. They had no idea when death would befall them.
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.
"They're out, they're all out, stop hiding."
"His Highness Prince Christo, the fourth prince, has reorganized the Zenit Imperial Family and reached an agreement with the people of Barcelona; they will no longer commit murder..."
A series of shouts shattered the morning tranquility, drifting above the ruined du.
Will the fourth prince reunite the Zenit Imperial Family?
The news spread across the devastated landscape of Saint Petersburg on this cold, early autumn morning.
Before noon, nearly ten million Zenit stranded in this killing field knew the news.
Various rumors spread among the people, and soon someone discovered the reason—
The fourth prince, Christo, surprisingly sided with the Barcelona people and became Barcelona's puppet in Zenit.
With the help of the people of Barcelona, the puppet royal family's army and violent apparatus were quickly organized.
Besides trying to gain the trust of the common people, helping the Barcelona people maintain their rule in Saint Petersburg and even the whole of Zenit, and providing various supplies for the Barcelona army that was about to fight in the Chambord City region in the north, the puppet royal family's most enthusiastic work was to launch a counterattack and settle scores.
The fourth prince, who had finally ascended the throne of the empire, was full of vigor and held great power. He raised his sword against the imperial ministers who had opposed him in the past, and countless imperial officials and nobles who had not had time to escape were slaughtered along with their entire families.
Of course, not everyone in this world is unwaveringly loyal and fearless.
Many nobles and forces, Glory and disgraced, chose to side with the puppet royal family at this time.
The provisional royal family colluded with the Barcelona army to implement a policy of white terror in the areas they controlled, plundering the people's wealth and brutally suppressing all resistance movements.
Except for the northern territories where Chambord City is located, the Zenit Empire has basically changed hands and undergone a complete overhaul.
It was at this time that Armando, a powerful expert at the Moon Class Great Perfection in Barcelona, returned to the Barcelona Military Department in Saint Petersburg, bringing back astonishing news.
That afternoon, the Barcelona troops assembled and, less than seventy-two hours after capturing Saint Petersburg, launched an attack on the northern frontier. More than 200,000 troops marched in a mighty force toward Chambord City.
Three days later.
"I never imagined that a mere Chambord City would not only possess Demigod- level magical puppets, but also a God Level defensive magical shield that even Saint Petersburg lacks. How did this lowly little country manage to inherit such a magical civilization?"
"The most likely explanation is that the Chambord people accidentally discovered the remnants of a super-divine and demonic era, and they even managed to decipher the ruins to some extent, which is why they obtained these technologies."
"If that's really the case, wouldn't it mean that as long as we capture Chambord City, we can seize the opportunity for the empire's rise and the unification of the continent?"
On the Zuli River, the Barcelona army occupied the new Chambord City.
Above the camp, Busquets and Pedro gazed at the ancient Chambord Ancient City, armed to the teeth like a metal hedgehog under the setting sun, their eyes gleaming with excitement and greed.
The battle has been going on for two days.
Barcelona, however, were helpless against the Chambord players.
The presence of those twenty-odd Mithril Puppet made Busquets and the others hesitant to venture in.
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