"Haha, thank you all for coming from afar to help."
Sun Fei laughed heartily and gave each of Shaarawy and the others a warm bear hug.
"I never expected this, Alexander, you actually took that legendary step." Shaarawy patted Sun Fei on the shoulder, happy for Sun Fei.
Milito, Pato, and the others also came over and warmly hugged Sun Fei.
This kind of camaraderie forged in battle is something only true men can understand.
"It was just a coincidence," Sun Fei said with a smile. "However, I do have quite a few insights, and since all of you brothers are here, I will definitely share them with you in detail after the war is over. Perhaps they can help you take that first step."
"Haha, thank you very much then."
Shaarawy is an extremely straightforward guy, not at all pretentious, and he thanked him repeatedly in delight.
"I never imagined that our chance encounter in the Endless Forest Sea would become such a blessing. Thanks to Alexander's guidance by the lake that day, we all put our knowledge into practice and have made great progress. We originally wanted to come back and have a good spar with you, but I never expected that you would get ahead of us again." Cassano stopped joking and said with great emotion.
Milito and the others nodded repeatedly.
None of them expected that the opportunity for them to take another step forward would actually come from Sun Fei.
"His Majesty!"
Old Arjen, Best, Brook, and hundreds of civil and military officials from Chambord City crowded around the city wall, kneeling on one knee and surrounding Sun Fei. Their eyes shone with fervent pride, and they trembled with excitement.
"Get up, you've worked hard."
Sun Fei nodded slightly, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.
"Your Majesty, you must Vengeance the Empire..."
A Zenit nobleman who had managed to escape back to Chambord City was overcome with Zongheng streamed down his face after only uttering half a sentence. The scenes of the Barcelona massacre during the riots not long ago were still vivid in his mind, and day and night, countless innocent souls who had died unjustly cried and wailed in the ears of the survivors.
" Saint Petersburg has already fallen?" Sun Fei's expression changed slightly.
"Your Majesty..." Dozens of nobles wailed, kneeling on the ground like wronged children. "Your Majesty, the capital has fallen! The people of Barcelona have slaughtered over a hundred million citizens of the Empire! Emperor Yassin and His Highness the Second Prince Dominguez... they... they have returned to the embrace of the stars! Your Majesty, a catastrophe unprecedented in a thousand years!"
Amidst their wailing and weeping, the nobles intermittently explained the current situation in general terms.
Sun Fei's face turned pale.
Has Emperor Yassin really passed away?
So, the phantom of Emperor Yassin that I saw during the process of refining the Divine Domain Great World was actually real?
This man, who had never openly expressed concern for him but had always tolerated and appreciated him—the empire's founder, the empire's greatest and wisest emperor, the man he perceived as absolutely invincible—had truly fallen?
"What exactly happened? How could the people of Barcelona possibly breach the [ Protection of Mother Earth ]? Who could possibly bring about the downfall of His Majesty Yassin?"
Sun Fei found it difficult to remain calm.
A grief that emanated from the depths of his soul caused Sun Fei to sway.
Old Arjen quickly recounted everything that had happened on the day the city fell.
"A mysterious Barcelona powerhouse? He instantly defeated Uncle Lampard, Hasselbaink, and Batistuta?" Sun Fei was shocked. "So, he must have ambushed His Majesty Yassin? To be able to defeat His Majesty Yassin, this person's strength is terrifying!"
"So, it turns out that the Fourth Prince Christo betrayed us and sided with the Barcelona people, establishing a puppet empire?" Sun Fei sneered. "I knew he was no good; I should have killed him with a single blow three years ago!"
At this moment, on the south bank of the Zuli River, opposite.
The situation is now basically under control.
Although Chambord City's forces were insufficient, the presence of five hundred Mithril Puppet was enough to completely suppress all resistance. Nearly seven hundred thousand soldiers were taken prisoner, and the people of Chambord ended the war without shedding a drop of blood.
"Your Majesty, in the Barcelona camp, there is a man claiming to be an Imperial Knight of Judgment who insists on meeting Your Majesty in person." Cygnus Saint Hazard leaped up from below the city walls, knelt on one knee, and loudly reported.
"Hmm?" Sun Fei frowned. "Imperial Judgment Knight? Bring him up."
"Yes."
Best and the others initially wanted to warn Sun Fei to be careful of a trap, but then they thought, with His Majesty the King's current strength, who could possibly harm him? So they fell silent.
A moment later, a young general dressed in red and blue armor was brought up to the top of the city wall.
It was none other than Piasson, the Silver Moon Knight, one of the Judgment Knight of the Knights' Hall.
"Your Excellency, the Guardian Martial Saint." Piasson's face was filled with excitement as he knelt on one knee.
"Huh? An Imperial Judgment Knight, why are you wearing a Barcelona military uniform?" Sun Fei frowned.
Best quickly moved closer and recounted in detail how Piasson had tricked the two girls into entering the city to deliver the message.
Sun Fei looked down.
The young general before him was composed, with upright eyes and an air of integrity. He looked directly at him without the slightest hesitation, which dispelled any doubt. He smiled and said, "What a fine [ Silver Moon Knight ] of the Empire! Brave and resourceful, truly a fine man of my Zenit Empire. You suffered injustice in the Barcelona camp. Stand up and speak."
Piasson felt a surge of heat in his eyes and almost burst into tears.
Sun Fei's smile and a warm greeting made him feel that his hard work and suffering in the Barcelona camp over the past few days had finally paid off.
"My lord, before his death, Grand Knight Akinfeev entrusted me with an important secret decree..." As he spoke, the young Silver Moon Knight did something that surprised everyone.
He drew the short sword from his waist, and with a backhand One Sword, he actually dissected his own internal organs.
Fresh blood gushed out like a spring.
Before anyone could react, Piasson, his fingers like knives, tore open his stomach. Blood soaked his fingers, and with his bloodied hands, he pulled three short scrolls from his stomach.
Piasson was trembling with pain and covered in sweat, yet he still used his strong, blood-soaked hands to lift the scroll above his head and hand it to Sun Fei.
It turned out that these three scrolls were hidden inside his body.
That's true!
Only in this way could he ensure that he always carried the scroll with him without being discovered by the people of Barcelona.
Second update <dd>