"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
Long Live the King!
On the city walls of Chambord City, which had been silent for a long time, countless fully armed Chambord soldiers raised their weapons and shouted wildly, like flames erupting from the ground. The shouts of five or six thousand people far exceeded the noise and roars of the Barcelona people, who outnumbered them several times over.
For every Chambord resident, King Alexander was an invincible god.
As long as such a King exists, they will not flinch in the face of any enemy, not even demons from Hell.
They were willing to die for such a King.
This is a kind of fanaticism that borders on religious devotion.
" King of Chambord!"
Busquets uttered the name, word by word.
His face, like that of his companions, instantly turned serious.
The mere mention of the name ' Alexander ' put immense pressure on them.
Pedro still vividly remembers the devastating blow the [ Sea God's Spear ] fleet brought by the Void Golden Sword Array imprinted with the spirit of fist in the Byzantium Bay, and he vividly remembers the arduous task he had to expend to dismantle that sword array.
That was almost a year ago, the power left behind by King of Chambord.
If I were to confront this terrifying man right now, would I have a chance of winning?
For Busquets, Alves, and others, one phrase had been on their lips for so long during the capture of Saint Petersburg that it had become almost unbearable to hear—
" King of Chambord Alexander will avenge us!"
These words were uttered by Red Beard, Granero is still half-dead and tormented; by the second prince Dominguez, who died a heroic death for his country; by countless Zenit generals, nobles, soldiers, and civilians who died heroically in battle; and even by the invincible Emperor Yassin, whose power was so great that even the four of them combined could not stop him.
It seems that every person in Chambord firmly believes that King of Chambord Alexander possesses the ability to Vengeance.
And today, the man who embodies all the hopes of the Zenit people has finally appeared.
His appearance was so breathtaking.
With a single hand, a gentle push, he nearly obliterated a Four-Winged Battle Angel whose fighting power rivaled that of a god.
Just how powerful was the King of Chambord?
"Haha, you've come at the perfect time! I was worried you'd escape. Now that you've finally stopped being a coward, today is the perfect day to completely eradicate you, this traitor to the Holy Church, and let your evil followers witness you being torn apart by the four-winged angel, the warrior of God!"
The silver-robed priest Infantino, whose face was slightly pale from the excessive force of the throw, laughed heartily with smug confidence.
Unlike others, he didn't take Sun Fei seriously at all.
After suffering several major losses at the hands of Sun Fei, he assumed that the Church had a complete grasp of Sun Fei's true strength.
"Oh? Is that so?" Sun Fei's lips curled into a mocking smile. "I'm also looking forward to such a scene. However, who the real traitor is isn't for you to decide, nor is it for those two old dogs Platini and Blatter, to decide."
"Arrogance!" Infantino His Holiness the Pope's word isn't enough, then who is?"
Sun Fei smiled slightly, "Of course it's... me!"
Before he could finish speaking...
call!
He extended his hand and beckoned slightly.
No tremendous power was released; everyone only felt a blur before their eyes.
Upon closer inspection, the silver-robed divine master Infantino, who had been arrogant and domineering just a moment ago, was somehow being held by the neck by Sun Fei, as if he were carrying a dead dog.
"My lord..." the other ten Demigod- level divine masters exclaimed.
Despite their strength, they didn't even see how Infantino was captured, and they were unable to offer any assistance from beginning to end.
Busquets and the others' expressions changed drastically, their mouths agape, unable to utter a word.
That's terrifying!
What kind of strength is this?
A thousand meters apart, with a mere gesture, he instantly captured a Extreme Dao Peak Mid-Stage Demigod Class expert...
Has he already become a god?
Almost instinctively, a strong sense of danger made the several Barcelona Extreme Dao retreat simultaneously, creating a distance of more than two thousand meters to prevent Sun Fei's sudden attack.
"You..." Infantino shame and indignation, his old face flushing crimson.
Being held by the neck like a dead dog by Sun Fei under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both sides was such a humiliating experience that it almost made this high-ranking silver-robed master vomit three liters of blood.
This shame and indignation quickly turned into fear.
Infantino discovered that Sun Fei's palm was like a prison for the gods, and no matter how much he struggled and went mad, he could not break free at all.
"Buzzing..."
Between heaven and earth, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both sides involuntarily cried out in alarm.
far away.
Strange phenomena reappear.
The Four-Winged Battle Angel, which had been knocked away by Sun Fei's outstretched hand, finally stabilized in the void. Instead of shattering and disappearing, it began to slowly recover.
Strands of luminous energy surged towards the Four-Winged Battle Angel like a tidal wave. The remaining energy of the Two-Winged Battle Angel who had perished in the battle against the Mithril Magic Puppet was all gathered into the body of the Four-Winged Battle Angel.
That wasn't all. The remaining dozen or so well-preserved female Two-Winged Battle Angel were also drawn in by this strange force, their bodies torn apart and transformed into streaks of silvery-white energy, which were absorbed by the Four-Winged Battle Angel.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of new silver wings began to slowly coalesce and appear behind the Four-Winged Battle Angel.
This is... Cleansing?
Did it Cleansing its hierarchy by absorbing the power of its own kind?
The fighting tools from Paradise are indeed unique and terrifying.
"Evil! I sense a strong sense of evil!"
The Six-Winged Battle Angel was shrouded in dazzling silver light.
What should have been a holy and peaceful flame appeared ferocious and terrifying due to its excessive heat. His voice was no longer mechanical, but filled with intense killing intent and violence.
"Heretical God, release the followers of the God of Light King, or you will face the punishment of the Light!"
The aura emanating from the Six-Winged Battle Angel was like that of a god descending to earth.
This unexpected change has introduced another twist to the situation.
Below.
The Barcelona players' morale soared again, and a look of surprise appeared on the faces of Busquets and others.
Meanwhile, atop Chambord City, old Arjen, Brook, Best, and the others held their breath, their hearts pounding again, worried for His Majesty the King.
Even more rapid was Piasson's heartbeat, mingling among the Barcelona crowd.
" King of Chambord, you must hold on! You absolutely cannot lose... The blood feud of the Zenit Empire depends on you!"
Second update.