Updated: 2012-12-01
" Elizabeth, take men and organize the evacuation of the civilians in the city, as planned. If possible, evacuate to Chambord territory in one go," Constantine said to his queen as his soldiers prepared for battle with fervent enthusiasm. "The enemy is coming on strong; only a super-empire from another great region could possess such power. War has come. Once Chambord City falls, I fear no one Byzantium the empire's Southern Frontier will be able to stop the invaders. I have a premonition that only by retreating north of the capital and relying on the strength of Chambord City can we preserve our strength. We must preserve even a trace of Byzantium's bloodline."
At this moment, the young and beautiful Princess Elizabeth did not exhibit the panic typical of ordinary women. (Error-free novel)
She nodded calmly, her delicate hands carefully adjusting her husband's armor before she smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you in Chambord City. You must survive... Our child cannot be born without a father."
"Our child?" Constantine paused for a moment, then burst into ecstatic joy. "You mean... you're pregnant!"
Elizabeth nodded gently. "The doctor told me this morning before the ceremony, after his examination. My dear, I know you have your own Glory and responsibilities as King, but also remember that you are a woman's husband and a father of a child about to be born."
Constantine was silent for a moment before giving his wife a deep kiss on the forehead.
As the guards led Elizabeth away in the small boat and disappeared into the distance, the young King gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyebrows raised, and a resolute light shone in his starry eyes.
My child, one day you will hear the story of your father and be proud of him. So let me, here and now, fight to the death so that you and your mother will not become slaves of the kingdom.
Rumble rumble--
At this moment, amidst the final series of frenzied and violent explosions, the golden sword energy on the distant sea surface finally began to slowly dim and disappear.
The Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint left by King of Chambord in the void has finally been broken.
A brutal battle is about to begin.
"Greetings, Lord Pedro "
On the flagship of the naval vanguard legion, Montoya and his officers, still shaken from their near-death experience, knelt on one knee before a figure clad in red and blue battle armor.
This man was only about 1.7 meters tall, but he was extremely well-proportioned. He had thick, short black hair, a square face, and a resolute expression. He held a cross-shaped helmet in his right hand, and his red and blue cloak fluttered in the wind behind him. Although he did not make any gestures, he exuded an extremely aloof and serious aura.
The Dou Qi emanating from this person was unfathomable, yet it fluctuated slightly – this was because he had consumed too much of his original Dou Qi in order to break through the terrifying Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint the void sword qi on the sea surface.
This man's Pedro Rodriguez.
People in the Barcelona Empire prefer to call him Pedro, the naval corps commander and overall commander. A graduate of the La Masia Royal Military Academy, he was already a pillar of this ninth-level empire at a young age. However, he was extremely unassuming. Compared to other renowned Barcelona coaches such as Messi, Villa, and Xavi, Pedro was not well-known, but his strength was absolutely unfathomable. It is said that even Leo Messi, who is now considered the invincible Young Supremes in the Western Region, greatly admires this silent naval commander.
"I know what happened, Montoya. You were too careless. Zenit may only be a first-level empire, but don't forget, they have a Demigod- level Emperor Yassin."
Although he didn't reprimand them severely, Pedro's serious demeanor still made Montoya and the others feel apprehensive. (Fastest updates of full-text novels)
"Yes, I know I was wrong, senior brother," Montoya said, filled with remorse.
Both men graduated from the La Masia Royal Military Academy, but Pedro graduated a few years earlier, so the title of "senior brother" was quite reasonable.
However, upon hearing this, Pedro frowned slightly and said, "Shut up. On the battlefield, there are no senior brothers."
Montoya blushed and said, "Yes, Lord Pedro, I know I was wrong."
"Your carelessness led to the Zenit's complete ambush, resulting in heavy losses for the Vanguard Legion. You are largely to blame. From this day forward, you are relieved of your command of the Vanguard Legion and sent to a supply ship in the rear to reflect on your actions."
Pedro made a decisive move.
"My lord, I..."
Montoya was in a hurry and wanted to say something, but a trusted confidant beside him gently tugged at him and gave him a wink, so he had no choice but to bow, get up and take his leave.
Once they were far away from the deck, Montoya Earth Inquiry the confidant who had tried to signal him earlier, " Delun, why did you stop me? Now that I've lost command of the fleet, how am I supposed to make amends to that old dog Alves? He'll be riding on our heads every day from now on!"
"My lord, Lord Pedro is your fellow disciple. He did this to protect you," his trusted aide Delun, said with absolute certainty. "You fell into the Zenit's trap this time, losing over eight hundred warships of varying sizes. If the news reaches the royal family, you will surely be severely punished, possibly even imprisoned. That old scoundrel Alves will definitely kick you while you're down. But Lord Pedro, as the commander, has already punished you in advance, so the royal family can't say anything more and will just let it go. From now on, you don't need to worry about this."
"That's true." Montoya suddenly realized, then frowned and said, "However, I'm currently in solitary confinement; how can I atone for my crime?"
"Hehe, don't worry, sir. Lord Pedro didn't say how long you'd be imprisoned. After all, he's your senior brother, with Catalan royal blood flowing through his veins. He's probably just putting on a show. When the opportunity comes, you'll definitely regain command of the legion, and plenty of credit will be waiting for you then."
On the bridge in the distance.
"Although you possess extraordinary talent, you still need to hone your skills, Montoya. Grow up quickly. Barcelona is ultimately a Catalan kingdom, and we won't allow outsiders to control the military and government. You must not disappoint Lord Puyol!"
Pedro watched Montoya and his men disappear into the distance before turning back to look at the Byzantium fleet that had not yet withdrawn. Slightly surprised, he immediately ordered the remaining two hundred warships to turn around and launch a full-scale attack without any repairs.
" Emperor Yassin, this Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint in the void must have been set up by you. Are you currently hiding within the Byzantium fleet? That's excellent! Let me witness the prowess of this legendary emperor of the Northern Region!"
Pedro's fighting spirit soared
The alarming activity at sea earlier had alerted him, who was stationed in the main fleet at the rear, allowing him to fly over and arrive in time to relieve the crisis of the vanguard legion.
Boom boom boom
When they were about 500 meters apart, the two navies opened fire simultaneously.
The roar of magic cannons and the colorful magical light bullets in the sky tore open the prelude to the war.
Both fleets erected protective shields, and the soldiers on the decks scurried about like ants, each performing their duties. All sorts of shouts, cries, and flag signals mingled together, filling the air with an indescribable sense of killing intent and chaos.
The Byzantium fleet, armed with advanced technology from Chambord City, gained a relative advantage in long-range Strafe. Not only were their protective shields more robust than those of the Barcelona warships, but their magic cannons also possessed superior armor-piercing capabilities. In the ten minutes it took to close the distance from 500 meters to less than 20 meters, three Byzantium warships sank, while the Barcelona ships paid ten times the price.
When the distance closes to within ten meters, the magic cannon becomes useless.
Because the violent explosions and destruction caused by such close-range magical bombardment would affect their own warships, both sides tacitly stopped the Strafe and prepared for close combat.
At this moment, all words are superfluous.
The previous battle had brought the killing intent between the two sides to its peak, to the point where they wished they could perish together.
" The Barcelona Empire "
As the warship drew closer, Constantine finally saw the insignia on the enemy soldiers' armor, which made his heart sink uncontrollably.
The Barcelona Empire is a behemoth on the Western Region Continent, boasting a surge of geniuses and a rapid increase in national power in recent years, showing a growing trend towards becoming the number one empire on the Azeroth Continent. Why would such an invincible empire suddenly launch an attack on the Zenit Empire?
In Constantine's memory, there had never been any enmity between them.
The enemy was this empire.
Shocked, Constantine began to worry about the fate of the Zenit Empire.
Against any other enemy, with two unparalleled geniuses like Emperor Yassin and King of Chambord, the Zenit would have nothing to fear. But against Barcelona... who could stop them?
Suspended
That's too risky.
Today's battle may well be the last day of Byzantium's existence in this world.
He turned and gazed northwards.
King of Chambord, if I die here, I hope you can preserve a single bloodline for the Byzantium, for the Zenit Empire.
"Kill"
Constantine roared, leaped into the air, and unleashed a burst of punches that flew towards the enemy warship.
Behind him stood a dense horde of Byzantium warriors, roaring as they followed their King, fearlessly and relentlessly attacking the powerful enemy.
" Emperor Yassin, where are you hiding?"
The sounds of fierce fighting and shouts filled the air as warships clashed violently. Soldiers from both sides brandished their swords and engaged in a bloody massacre, with blood splattering and limbs flying everywhere. The scene was incredibly brutal, but Pedro stood tall on the bridge, not intervening in the fight.
He was waiting for Emperor Yassin was 'hidden' among the Byzantium, to make his move.
Breaking the Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint Void Sword Formation had cost him a great deal of strength, and it had also increased his fear of Emperor Yassin. Pedro dared not be distracted in the slightest. He understood that if he did not go all out against such a terrifying enemy, he was afraid of being defeated.
The ordinary soldiers carried out their killings on their own.
This is the warrior's destiny.
Pedro believed that the warriors of the Barcelona Empire could absolutely crush the country bumpkins from this mere first-class vassal state.
However, the reality was exactly what this arrogant naval commander had anticipated.
More than a hundred Byzantium warships displayed formidable fighting power. The Byzantium, who were not particularly strong, fought like madmen, battling relentlessly. Even with their bodies pierced, they would still grab onto Barcelona soldiers and jump into the sea. Even when they fell into the water, they would grab onto Barcelona warriors who had also fallen in, using even their teeth. As long as they had a breath left, they would fight to the death, like a pack of mad beasts.
In terms of morale, the Byzantium had a complete advantage.
" Seven Injuries Fist "
In the distance, a handsome King in his early twenties, wearing a crown, roared, his body shimmering with golden flames. His fist techniques were extremely domineering; each punch produced the roar of dragons and tigers, like thunder. The force of the blow caused more than a dozen Barcelona Star-Rank Warrior to explode. Wherever he went, he was simply unstoppable.
Even among Moon Class experts clad in red and blue armor, almost none could withstand a single blow from him.
"Such domineering punching power! Could this be the legendary Zenit master, King of Chambord? Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!"
Pedro sighed inwardly.
The fact that a small, first-tier empire could display such morale truly astonished this high-ranking naval commander.
However, he did not intervene in this level of combat.
He had been searching for Emperor Yassin was 'hidden' among the people.
The previous Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint Void Sword Formation made Pedro dare not be negligent in the slightest, and he firmly believed that Emperor Yassin must be here. The Void Sword Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint would slowly dissipate over time, and to have a sword array of that level, according to the previous intelligence describing Emperor Yassin's strength, Emperor Yassin would have to set it up within a day to achieve such power.
This is why he was so certain that Emperor Yassin was in the formation.
Unfortunately, Pedro never dreamed that the person who set up this Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint Void Sword Formation was none other than King of Chambord Sun Fei whom he had overlooked, and that the person he thought was the King of Chambord was merely King of Byzantium Constantine.
The Barcelona Empire, considering itself a ninth-level empire and ruling the world, failed to thoroughly investigate the Zenit mercenaries for that reason, and suffered a great loss here.
As the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the silhouette of land finally emerged where the sea met the sky in the distance.
The giant goose Lianna, let out a joyful cry that echoed through the sky.
The beastmen, who had been drowsy, immediately jumped up. Chieftain Artest of the Pig Clan grunted twice, opened his drunken eyes, shook his head, and was overjoyed. He went to Sun Fei's side and said obsequiously, "Ah, we've arrived! Your Majesty, please look, just ahead is..."
Two-in-one.
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