Legend has it that the Human Emperor of the Northern Region is the reincarnation of God King. Rising to prominence four years ago with unstoppable momentum, he quickly ascended to the position of Young Supremes, astonishing everyone. He then achieved resounding victories in numerous battles against the Holy Church, most notably his recent crushing defeat of the Barcelona army. He is considered a peerless figure of his time, his fame rivaling that of the Continent Martial Saint, Maradona. (Fastest novel updates)
Some have said that the Human Emperor of the Northern Region has probably already attained the status of a god.
Moreover, in the past month, even more startling news has been vaguely emerging.
It is said that this young and unparalleled ruler has swept across the entire Northern Region with the aura of a monarch, realizing the wish that countless emperors have dreamed of for thousands of years but could not achieve—unifying a region of the Azeroth Continent and becoming a peerless ruler who dominates the world.
In truth, there are no more than two people on the Azeroth Continent today who would dare to take in these remnants of an army who have already sworn a blood feud with the Holy Church.
One is Marado, the elusive and legendary martial arts master of the continent.
Unfortunately, this person has always been mysterious, and apart from his disciples, he does not have a fixed power base or territory. Even if we find him, he probably wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.
The other was Alexander, the Human Emperor of the Northern Region.
This rising star of the continent has risen to prominence with overwhelming force, like the sun that cannot be looked at directly. Not only is his personal strength comparable to that of the Continent Martial Saint Maradona, but he also possesses a vast territory spanning tens of thousands of miles. He has a multitude of strategists and fierce generals under his command, and countless experts capable of standing alone. His momentum is so strong that even the Holy Church, which has won the Holy War, dares not underestimate him.
Originally, everyone was worried that the Human Emperor of the Northern Region would not be able to take in them and their group of desperate, remnant soldiers.
Later, it was revealed that this newly powerful leader was a close friend of Shaarawy and other war leaders, and he warmly welcomed everyone's arrival, which dispelled everyone's doubts.
For this army that had lost its country, it was like a traveler struggling in the darkness finally finding the light; they had finally found the source of hope.
Now, after traveling for more than half a month, they have finally arrived at the border between the Central Region and the Northern Region.
Once they cross the not-so-wide Bay of Naples and enter the Northern Region border, they will be safe.
This is the last darkness before dawn.
Every soldier told themselves this, desperately squeezing out the last bit of energy from their bodies to speed up and keep up with the advancing army, lest they fall behind and hold back their comrades.
Just then--
Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of energy rolled and surged from the distant southern horizon.
It was the aura of power from a top-tier priest of the Holy Church.
Having fought alongside the Church these past few days, the soldiers were all too familiar with this atmosphere.
A chilling killing intent descended from the sky, causing everyone's hearts to slowly sink.
"Hahaha, a bunch of homeless dogs, living in constant fear! I thought they'd run off somewhere, but it turns out they're right here!" Amidst loud laughter, five figures, their bodies shimmering with silver flames, appeared in the distant southern sky.
The leader was an obese man, as big as a mountain of flesh. He wore a blood-red cross-shaped outer garment, and the huge blood-red cloak could only cover half of his body, making him look utterly ridiculous.
However, no one in the army could laugh.
This fat pig is named Kao Shaoyi, and he is the vice-president of the Holy Church's Judgment Knights.
This seemingly foolish and stupid fellow is actually quite terrifying.
His hands are stained with the blood of countless powerful figures from the Red-Black Empires. Ten days ago, over a thousand members of the Red-Black Empire's royal family, regardless of age or gender, were personally killed by this man. His methods were extremely cruel. He was a loyal lackey of Pope Blatter and Platini, and his strength had reached the peak of the Extreme Dao Realm, making him unfathomable.
The four figures following behind him, clad in blood-red divine robes, were Kao Shaoyi's deputies, known as the Four Divine Knights of Punishment. Their strength was roughly at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable Great Perfection Realm, and they were equally wicked, their hands stained with the blood of warriors and innocent citizens of the two great empires.
These five individuals were said to have once been notorious villains who wreaked havoc on the region, their evil deeds and blood debts numerous. They were enemies of the Western Region, provoking the extermination efforts of many powerful figures. However, somehow, they eventually defected to the Holy Church, transforming themselves into high-ranking and powerful Church with no scruples.
None of these five guys are good people.
Just when we were about to enter the Northern Region, we were unexpectedly caught up by this ferocious and terrifying creature at this crucial moment.
This is troublesome.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Several powerful auras rose from the ground, belonging to the strongest members of the team who still possessed the ability to fight. Fearless, they charged towards Kao Shaoyi and his group of five, attempting to stop these murderous madmen.
Kao Shaoyi waved his large, carrot-like Big Hand impatiently.
"Uh... Pfft!"
"Ah..."
Before even getting close to this person, dozens of powerful figures from the two empires were sent flying backward, spitting out blood. The difference in strength between them was simply too great, an insurmountable chasm.
Kao Shaoyi's enormous body stood in the void.
He looked down at the more than 400,000 troops below, his smile cold and savage, as if he were looking at a group of ants.
Kao Shaoyi glanced around, frowned, and suddenly roared, " Shaarawy, Cassano... get out here now! Weren't you supposed to be tough guys? Weren't you supposed to protect the common people? Why have you turned into cowards? Hahaha, if you don't come out, I'm going to go on a killing spree and crush all these ants below, one by one!"
The sound reverberated between heaven and earth, and the undisguised killing intent caused the Storm Riders to change color.
"What to do?"
Below, in waist-high grass, several officers looked up anxiously, at a loss for what to do.
On the makeshift stretchers beside them lay the unconscious men El Shaarawy, Cassano, Palacio, and Diego Milito.
In the previous bloody battle, these four Young Supremes almost single-handedly snatched back this last force of more than 400,000 people from the shadow of death.
Especially during the battle where Milan, the last stronghold of the two great empires, fell, the two sides fought fiercely, the sky darkened, and blood flowed everywhere. The young and Aura Young Supremes Pato, in order to cover the army's retreat from the battlefield, single-handedly held off more than dozens of opponents of the same level, fighting valiantly and ultimately self-destructing and perishing, thus buying this last army a chance to escape.