Only after the five Peak Moon Class powerhouses left the sky did the few Saint, who had been hiding in the grass and rocks using the Concealing Breath Magic Scroll produced by the [ Madman's Laboratory ], slowly emerge. They exchanged glances, each harboring a sliver of hope.
If it were Extreme Dao expert, they wouldn't be able to remain invisible. Fortunately, they were lucky this time.
The group disguised themselves as ordinary refugees and quickly headed towards Chambord City.
They were not worried that these five Moon Class experts could pose any threat to Chambord City.
Unless Extreme Dao expert emerges, any attempt by any force to attack the heavily guarded Chambord City is a foolish act of throwing an egg against a rock, because every Chambord warrior firmly believes that Chambord City's defenses are countless times stronger than those of Saint Petersburg.
Meanwhile, more than 800 kilometers away from Twin Tower Peaks.
A boy of about eighteen or nineteen years old, mingling among the panicked civilians, stumbled along in the rainy night toward Chambord City.
The boy had short, thick black hair, wore tattered clothes, was barefoot, covered in mud and grime, and held a wooden stick in his hand. He was supporting an elderly woman in her fifties beside him. He was mixed in with the crowd, his eyes were bright, and the panicked expression on his face was obviously feigned. He looked around warily, as if he was afraid of something.
This young man was none other than Piasson, one of the Ten Judgment Knight of Zenit Silver Moon Knight.
On the Night of Bloodshed, Piasson received a secret order from Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev. He endured humiliation and disguised himself among the rioters. He escaped the encirclement through the north gate and headed north, racing against time to reach Chambord City.
Because of the Barcelona people's focused pursuit of the Zenit Empire officers, nobles, warriors, and magicians, Piasson dared not reveal his strength.
He witnessed six or seven warriors of Seven-Star Class or higher attempting to escape using their Dou Qi aura, only to be pursued and killed by the Barcelona powerhouses because their power aura attracted their attention. He also saw three or four mages of five or six Star Class trying to escape using their magic, but they too met their demise because their power aura leaked out.
"The people of Barcelona seem to possess a certain way of sensing power fluctuations. They can detect fluctuations of magic and Dou Qi aura of level three or Star Class or higher within a radius of a thousand miles in an instant. They specifically hunt down their own elite figures and wipe out the empire's mid-level forces. It's indeed a very ruthless tactic. Moreover, even His Majesty Yassin couldn't escape. This means that there must be an extremely terrifying figure in charge within the Barcelona Empire."
Piasson is a very intelligent young man.
After a period of observation, a conclusion was quickly reached.
He wasn't afraid of being hunted down by ordinary Barcelona powerhouses.
However, if one were to encounter Extreme Dao powerful expert, one's own death would be a minor matter; what would be more serious would be delaying the Teleport order, making one a grave sinner of the empire.
So, although he was extremely anxious, he still rationally suppressed his anxiety, completely sealed his power, and relied on his physical strength to blend in with the refugees and move step by step toward the north.
This is the dumbest way.
But it's definitely a safe method.
Four or five hours later, the sky began to lighten, the stars faded, and a new day was about to begin.
The refugee group moved very slowly, covering only about 60 or 70 kilometers in the past four or five hours.
Although the city of Saint Petersburg, engulfed in flames, was no longer clearly visible when looking back, Barcelona Moon Class experts could still be seen flying through the sky from time to time, presumably chasing after the escaped Zenit experts. Of course, these powerful figures had no interest in hunting down these refugees.
Meanwhile, the ordinary troops of the Barcelona Empire were preoccupied with the gold, silver, and wealth of Saint Petersburg, a city with a century of history, and most of them remained immersed in the pleasure of burning, killing, looting, and ravaging.
The thrill of trampling and ravaging a centuries-old city, doing whatever one pleases, and venting one's negative emotions is, for many men, just as intoxicating and captivating as conquering a haughty, aloof beauty through violence.
Piasson guessed that in about another day, once the Barcelona had 'digested' Saint Petersburg, the large-scale manhunt would begin as scheduled.
Therefore, the next day will be extremely crucial.
"We must find a way to get to Chambord City as soon as possible and deliver the secret order to the King of Chambord. Otherwise, once the Barcelona army invades the northern frontier and surrounds Chambord City, I'm afraid Chambord City won't be able to hold out for long, and it will be even more difficult to find the King of Chambord and deliver the secret order to him."
Piasson pondered to himself.
Just then, streaks of light flashed across the sky, and several more Barcelona Moon Class experts arrived in mid-air.
[ The Land of Exile ].
The post station area of City of Behemoths.
His Holiness Pope Ernst was standing in front of the house where Sun Fei was in seclusion, hopping mad and cursing in Mandarin.
At this time, the Pope had a head of silver-white hair, and his face was lined with wrinkles, as if carved by a knife, or like the gullies and ravines caused by soil erosion on the Loess Plateau. Time seemed to have passed on him ten or a hundred times faster than on others. In just over a month, he had transformed from an extremely handsome and refined young man, Fox, into an Old Man nearing the end of his life. The only difference was that his eyes were still extremely bright, and he was still full of energy when he scolded people.
Behind Ernst, Valkyrie Elena and the others also wore anxious expressions.
Torres ' return brought with it the latest developments in the situation of the Zenit Empire in the Northern Region.
News of the Barcelona invasion had already reached the entire Chambord City delegation, and the situation in Chambord City was undoubtedly more severe than ever before. King Majesty the King was still in seclusion, and it was unknown when he would emerge. Now, every matter was of paramount importance, and countless issues awaited Sun Fei's decision. Although the two prime ministers Best and Brook, could lead the civil and military officials, such a major event truly could not be accomplished without His Majesty the King.
"Thirty-one days have passed; this is the longest period of seclusion His Majesty has ever held."
"The matter is urgent. Should we go in and wake His Majesty?"
"Yes, if too much time is wasted, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Pierce, Drogba, and the others were anxious and whispered amongst themselves, wanting to go in and wake His Majesty the King.
"No, we must continue waiting." Valkyrie Elena was very clear that she absolutely could not disturb Sun Fei's cultivation.
I am so sorry, my dear brothers and sisters, for letting you down these past few days regarding updates.
My schedule is too tight; I don't think I can write in such a turbulent environment.
Go back and make it up to them.