Only after the five Peak Moon Class powerhouses departed from the sky, and the Saint, hidden among the grass and rocks using concealment magic scrolls they had created, slowly emerged. They exchanged glances, a sliver of hope lingering in their hearts. (Fast updates with no pop-ups)
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 would be 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 the Twin Tower Peaks.
A boy of about ten years old mingled among the panicked civilians, stumbling along the rainy night toward Chambord City.
The boy, with thick, short black hair, dressed in tattered clothes, barefoot and covered in mud and filth, held a wooden stick and was supporting an elderly woman in her fifties. He was mixed in with the crowd, his bright eyes and panicked expression clearly 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 Zenit.
On the Night of Bloodshed, a day earlier, Piasson received a secret order from Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev. He endured humiliation, disguised himself, and mingled with the rioters. He escaped from the encirclement at the north gate and raced north towards Chambord City.
Piasson dared not reveal his strength because of the Barcelona people's focused pursuit of Zenit officials, nobles, warriors, and magicians.
He witnessed six or seven warriors of Seven-Star Class attempting to escape using their Dou Qi aura, only to be hunted down 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, allowing them to detect the fluctuations of magic and Dou Qi aura of three or four Star Class or higher within a radius of a thousand miles in an instant. They specifically hunt down their own elite figures and annihilate the empire's mid-level forces. It is indeed a ruthless tactic. Moreover, the fact that even His Majesty Yassin could not escape 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, dying oneself would be a minor matter compared to delaying the Teleport order, which would make 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 strength to blend in with the refugees and advance step by step towards 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 in the distance, Barcelona Moon Class powerhouses could still occasionally be seen flying through the sky, presumably chasing after the escaped Zenit powerhouses. Of course, these high-ranking powerhouses had no interest in hunting down these refugees.
Meanwhile, the ordinary army of the Barcelona Empire was largely captivated by the gold, silver, and splendor of Saint Petersburg, a city with a century of history, and remained immersed in the pleasure of burning, killing, looting, and plundering.
The thrill of trampling and ravaging a centuries-old city to vent 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 another day, once the Barcelona residents had 'digested' the large-scale manhunt in Saint Petersburg, it would arrive 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 then 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 shot across the sky as several more Barcelona Moon Class experts arrived.
The post station area of City of Behemoths.
His Holiness Pope Ernst was standing in front of Sun Fei's secluded house, stomping his feet 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 gone from an extremely handsome and refined young man Fox, to 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 cursed.
Behind Ernst, Valkyrie Elena and the others also wore anxious expressions.
Torres ' return brought with it the latest situation in the Zenit Empire of 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. His Majesty the King, however, remained in seclusion, and it was unclear when he would emerge. All matters were of paramount importance, and countless issues awaited Sun Fei's decision. Although the Left and Right Chancellors Best and Brook, were able to lead the country's officials, such important matters truly could not be handled 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.
"If not, we'll 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 with the lack of updates.
The schedule is too tight; I don't think I can code in such a turbulent environment.
Go back and make it up to them.