It seems the Magic Power of the Millennial Pact has finally worked. Only a short time has passed, yet time seems to have flown by for him as if a thousand years have passed in an instant.
"Haha, why are you so excited?" Sun Fei smiled, leaned close to Zhong Dajun's ear, and teased in Mandarin, "I suddenly remembered a joke from our world: In your current state, even if the most beautiful saintess of the Behemoth Orc Clan stripped naked and climbed into your bed, you'd be powerless... Any last words?"
"You... you sister...!" Zhong Dajun roared in anger.
"Just kidding, don't get excited." As Sun Fei spoke, he pointed a finger, and a pure golden flame surged into Zhong Dajun's brow.
Then, in the next instant, a miracle occurred that left everyone speechless—
His Majesty Ernst, who was already old and nearing the end of his life, suddenly seemed to have been rejuvenated. The wrinkles on his face disappeared at an incredible speed, quickly transforming from wrinkled and dull to radiant and white. His silver hair, as if dyed with ink by an invisible hand, rapidly turned from snow-white to black. His hunched body straightened again, and his cloudy eyes regained their former bright and sparkling light.
In an instant, he went from looking hundreds of years old to looking twenty.
"Holy crap, what's going on?" Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, His Highness Ernst scrambled to his feet, staring at Sun Fei in utter shock. So excited was he that he spoke in broken Mandarin, shouting, "Could it be... you... you actually advanced to the God Rank... you did it?"
Sun Fei smiled and nodded.
"Ha, so you've finally fulfilled the Millennial Pact, haha, finally fulfilled, that's great! Although you only restored my body to the age of twenty and didn't actually extend my lifespan, it's still perfect. I finally don't have to die looking so old."
Ernst beamed.
"I have an even better gift for you," Sun Fei said. "However, before that, let's talk about the current situation. It seems my seclusion this time has lasted quite a while, and a lot must have happened."
"It's more than just a short time." When it came to serious matters, Ernst's expression finally turned solemn. "Not only are the orcs in the Central Plains facing a catastrophic situation, but even on the Azeroth Continent, your Zenit Empire has been plunged into a terrible disaster due to the invasion of the Barcelona people."
Upon hearing this, Sun Fei's expression changed.
He recalled the scene when the phantom of Emperor Yassin suddenly appeared during his process of refining the Divine Domain Great World, as well as the long, resounding dragon roar and the sudden surge of Imperial Dao Power of Faith.
"The invasion of Barcelona, could it be that Emperor Yassin actually...?"
A very bad thought flashed through Sun Fei's mind.
His King's gaze fell upon Torres, who stood to the side.
The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and recounted in detail everything he had seen upon returning to the Azeroth Continent. At the same time, he took out the magical recording scroll made by Best and Brook from his storage ring and handed it to Sun Fei.
After listening calmly to everything described in the scroll, anger gradually appeared on Sun Fei's face.
Was the Byzantium king captured?
Luffy has disappeared?
Two Black Warship were severely damaged?
Southern Frontier has fallen again?
Did the people of Barcelona commit arson, murder, looting, and atrocities, implementing a policy of genocide and massacring hundreds of millions of Zenit poor?
A flame of anger ignited in Sun Fei's chest.
Although it is unknown why the people of Barcelona, the largest empire in the Western Region and the Madrid Empire, would choose to invade Zenit in the Northern Region at this time, regardless of the reason, such an act is an absolutely unforgivable sin.
This hatred has been deeply ingrained.
The only thing that gave Sun Fei a glimmer of hope was that the recording scroll didn't mention the fall of Emperor Yassin. Perhaps his guess was wrong?
"We'll go back immediately."
Sun Fei made a decision immediately.
He couldn't wait to return to the Zenit Empire.
Because Sun Fei knew that at this moment, the empire absolutely needed him, who had just advanced to the God Level, and the 101 silver crystal Mithril War Soul.
"Wait, you can't leave yet." Ernst, his Mandarin suddenly bursting out. "What happened to inheriting the papacy? Damn it, you have to let me die in peace! Take care of things here first, it won't take up much of your time, just one day... uh, no, half a day, half a day is fine, right? After things are settled here, the strong Orc Clan can follow you back to the Azeroth Continent to fight for you!"
Sun Fei thought for a moment and nodded.
City of Behemoths.
Due to the large-scale migration of orcs, the city and its surroundings have become extremely crowded, filled with the sounds of conversation and an endless array of animal-hide tents.
In the central square, countless Behemoth Beastmen knelt and prayed.
In this time of racial hardship, the power of faith becomes all the more important.
Before long, news that Alexander of Chambord City Alexander had finally emerged from Behemoth Beastmen.
The Behemoth Beastmen had long held this benevolent and noble human king in high esteem. The deeds of the 102 Mithril War Soul had earned Sun Fei Sun Fei the recognition of countless beastmen, and rumors that he possessed the blood of the Beast God Rexxar were widely circulated and quite popular among them. When the current Pope Ernst appeared in the square with Sun Fei and his entourage, a commotion arose among the kneeling, praying beastmen. Everyone looked up, their gazes fixed on Ernst and Sun Fei —these two were the most likely 'great figures' to save the Land of Exile.
Meanwhile, in front of the statue of the Beast God, the ceremony for the selection of the Pope is still underway.
Hundreds of thousands of priests and shamans have already undergone the test of the idol, but not a single one has yet received a response from the idol, something that has never happened before in the history of determining the papacy.
For some reason, this papal election has been somewhat difficult to complete.
All the orcs are eagerly awaiting the birth of a new pope.
However, Beast God Rexxar, was stingy with his divine miracles.
"It is said that the King of Chambord has the blood of the Beast God flowing through his veins. I wonder if he will receive a divine response?"
"No way? He's human, after all."
"It's hard to say. I have a feeling this divine selection is rather strange; something extraordinary might happen."
Some priests and shamans who had been dismissed were whispering amongst themselves in the distance.
Third update <dd>