For three consecutive days after the Demigod war ended, the Barcelona forces did not launch an effective attack on Saint Petersburg.
To prevent Zenit experts from launching a sneak attack on the Barcelona camp, Demigod- level experts set up a void array Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint. Each camp was also equipped with a protective magic array, with various magical flames flashing and releasing powerful auras.
As time went by, the number of Barcelona's troops outside the city also increased.
Granero, as one of the key figures in the Second Prince's faction, was entrusted with the important task of being one of the main persons in charge of the city's defense. Every day, he would look out from the watchtowers of the four city gates of the capital and count the enemy's numbers. By the evening of the third day, the initial estimate of the enemy's numbers had reached about 300,000.
"The good news is that the Barcelona people in the Western Region are suffering a major setback from their arch-rival Real Madrid Empire, and are not in a favorable position. Furthermore, the elven race that has appeared in the Western Region has recently been restless and has shown unusual activity. Therefore, the Barcelona people cannot spare more resources to invade Zenit. Leo Messi, who is known as the continent's youngest Young Supremes, is unable to come to the Northern Region. Otherwise, Saint Petersburg would truly be in danger."
Granero relaxed slightly as he reflected on the information he had received from the military and other sources over the past few days.
As the blood-red sunset slowly disappeared into the mountains in the distance, the arrival of night added to the oppressive atmosphere for the soldiers guarding the city. Although the people of Barcelona had been lying low for three days, everyone knew that this was only the last quiet before the storm. The next wave of war would be a fight to the death.
Just as Granero was about to leave the city wall, a commotion and the blazing of lights suddenly came from the west gate in the distance.
"What's going on?" Granero was startled.
Immediately, elite soldiers from the Imperial Capital Public Security Office Bureau went to investigate. After a while, the soldier returned, kneeling on one knee, and reported, "Sir, the Fourth Prince, Prince Christo, has been ordered to replace General Di Santo, the original commander of the West Gate. He is currently handling the handover of defenses. According to etiquette, the commanders of the other two major gates, the East and North Gates, have all gone to pay their respects to the Fourth Prince. Sir, would you also like to go and pay your respects to Prince Christo?"
"How is it possible that the Fourth Prince has taken over the defense of the West Gate?"
Granero was greatly puzzled.
Even beggars on the street in the capital city know that the Fourth Prince is a hollow shell, all talk and no action, obsessed with power struggles, arrogant and conceited, but lacking any discernment in people. He had the opportunity to lead an army when the Ten Empires Allied Army invaded Zenit, but unfortunately suffered a crushing defeat on the Southern Frontier frontier and lost Emperor Yassin's favor. He was basically relegated to the cold palace and became a useless, Human Emperor.
Such a mediocre person was given the authority to oversee the defense of the city walls at this time.
Have the Military Department and His Yassin become confused?
This time, they were facing the Barcelona Empire, which was known as the strongest military power on the continent. The city walls were of paramount importance. Even the most seasoned and elite generals of the empire would stand on the walls with trepidation, never removing their armor at night. If a fool like the Fourth Prince were to guard the city, and a mistake were made, the Barcelona people would seize the opportunity, and the entire capital would be turned into Hell, with millions of citizens becoming the dead.
"Let's go over there, Your Highness."
Granero was a favorite of the second prince Dominguez, so it was understandable that he didn't respect the fourth prince. However, after some thought, he decided to go anyway.
This is really too strange.
Imperial Palace in the capital.
The Emperor's Palace.
"Your Majesty, are you really sure you can trust the Fourth Prince to guard the West Gate?"
Clad in black, tight-fitting armor, the imposing Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev of the Knights' Hall stood motionless like a javelin, his sharp eyes flashing with confusion.
At the head of the main hall.
Emperor Yassin, dressed in a white imperial robe, had his back to the map of the empire hanging on the wall. On the map, a half-section of the empire, about a quarter of the total territory, was marked in bright red. This was the Southern Frontier that had been invaded by the Barcelona people.
He stared at the map silently for three or four minutes before letting out a soft sigh and slowly turning around. He turned to Akinfeev and, seemingly ignoring his question, asked, " Igor, how long have you been following me?"
Akinfeev didn't need to think for a second, "Fifty-six years, seven months, and twenty-nine days have passed. I've been His Majesty's companion since His Majesty was a prince of a first-class vassal state."
"Yes, fifty-six years, seven months, and twenty-nine days. Looking back now, such a long time seems to have flown by in the blink of an eye..." Emperor Yassin rarely showed a hint of weariness and dejection. "Do you still remember when I, along with you, the brothers Doumbia, Dzagoev, Sidi, Zagormo— nine of us in total—were like brothers, training together from childhood, studying together, growing up together, fighting together, and killing enemies together? The world says that I, Emperor Yassin, single-handedly conquered the territory of Zenit, but they don't know that without the support of you eight brothers from different clans, how could there be the Zenit Empire today?"
"Your Majesty's talent is unparalleled in the Northern Region. Doumbia and I are all honored to follow Your Majesty and fight alongside you." Recalling the golden years of the past Akinfeev couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. It was a pity that those brothers who were as close as family were now resting beneath cold tombstones.
"Fifty-six years have passed. Doumbia others have all shed their last drop of blood for the Empire and returned to the embrace of the stars." Emperor Yassin sighed. "Only you remain by my side. From childhood, you resembled me greatly and were the most outstanding of my eight companions. Over the years, I have trusted you more than any newcomer. My son, you have made invaluable contributions in leading the Knights' Hall and overseeing the officials and nobles of the Empire."
"I am willing to serve Your Majesty." Akinfeev showed no sign of taking credit.
"Let's just talk about the past today, don't be so formal." Emperor Yassin gestured to a chair and said, " Igor, sit down and talk to me. Twenty years ago, Julie passed away, my third son went missing, and I... I almost perished because of that incident. To recover my strength, I've been cultivating almost every moment. It's been so long since I've had the chance to sit down and talk to you about the past."
Akinfeev didn't know what to say. Empress Julie was the only woman Emperor Yassin ever truly loved in his life. They grew up together as childhood sweethearts, along with Emperor Yassin and eight other companions. She was an absolutely stunning and exceptionally intelligent woman. Although everyone secretly admired this extraordinary woman, only a genius like Emperor Yassin, who appeared only once in a century, was worthy of her.
Originally, it was a beautiful love story between a hero and a beauty. For a long time Empress Julie their marriage, Emperor Yaxin and Empress Julie lived in harmony and affection. Empress Julie was kind and gentle, and treated her officials well, winning the support of all the upper-class nobles and lower-class commoners.
She bore only one son for Emperor Yassin, who was the third prince.
Unfortunately, shortly after the birth of her son, a great upheaval occurred in the empire Emperor Yassin fell from the pinnacle of his power and nearly perished. Empress Julie passed away, and her only son disappeared without a trace in this terrible upheaval.
This matter remained a deep wound and a source of anxiety for Emperor Yassin.
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