Legend has it that the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] is the reincarnation of God King. He rose to prominence four years ago with unstoppable momentum, quickly becoming Young Supremes being and making a name for himself. He then won many victories in battles against the Holy Church, especially his recent defeat of the Barcelona army. He is considered a hero of his time, and his fame rivals that of the Continent Martial Saint, Maradona.
Some have said that the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] has probably already attained the status of a god.
Moreover, in the past month, even more startling news has been vaguely emerging.
It is said that this young and unparalleled ruler has swept across the entire Northern Region with the aura of a monarch, realizing the wish that countless emperors have dreamed of for thousands of years but could not achieve—unifying a region of the Azeroth Continent and becoming a peerless ruler who dominates the world.
In truth, there are no more than two people on the Azeroth Continent today who would dare to take in these remnants of an army who have already sworn a blood feud with the Holy Church.
One is Marado, the elusive and legendary martial arts master of the continent.
Unfortunately, this person has always been mysterious, and apart from his disciples, he does not have a fixed power base or territory. Even if we find him, he probably wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.
The other one is none other than Alexander [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ].
This rising star of the continent has risen to prominence with overwhelming force, as dazzling as the sun. Not only is his personal strength comparable to that of Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint, but he also possesses a vast territory spanning tens of thousands of miles. He has a multitude of strategists and fierce generals under his command, and countless experts capable of standing alone. His momentum is so strong that even the Holy Church, which won the Holy War, dares not underestimate him.
Originally, everyone was worried that the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] would not be able to take in them and other desperate soldiers.
Later, it was revealed that this newly powerful leader was a close friend of Shaarawy and other war leaders, and he warmly welcomed everyone's arrival, which dispelled everyone's doubts.
For this army that had lost its country, it was like a traveler struggling in the darkness finally finding the light; they had finally found the source of hope.
Now, after traveling for more than half a month, they have finally arrived at the border between the Central Region and the Northern Region.
Once they cross the not-so-wide Bay of Naples and enter the Northern Region border, they will be safe.
This is the last darkness before dawn.
Every soldier told themselves this, desperately squeezing out the last bit of energy from their bodies to speed up and keep up with the advancing army, lest they fall behind and hold back their comrades.
Just then--
Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of energy rolled and surged from the distant southern horizon.
It was the aura of power from a top-tier priest of the Holy Church.
These soldiers, having fought alongside the Church, were all too familiar with this atmosphere.
A chilling killing intent descended from the sky, causing everyone's hearts to slowly sink.
"Hahaha, a bunch of homeless dogs, I thought they'd run off to somewhere, but they're right here!" Amidst loud laughter, five figures, their bodies shimmering with silver flames, appeared in the distant southern sky.
The leader was an obese man, as big as a mountain of flesh, wearing a blood-red cross-shaped outer garment. The huge blood-red cloak could only cover half of his body, making him look utterly ridiculous.
However, no one in the army could laugh.
This fat pig is named Kao Shaoyi, and he is the vice-president of the Holy Church's Judgment Knights.
This seemingly foolish and stupid fellow is actually quite terrifying.
His hands are stained with the blood of countless powerful figures from the Red-Black Empires. Ten days ago, over a thousand members of the Red-Black Empire's royal family, regardless of age or gender, were personally killed by this man. His methods were extremely cruel. He was a loyal lackey of Pope Blatter and Platini, and his strength had reached the peak of the Extreme Dao Realm, making him unfathomable.
The four figures following behind him, clad in blood-red divine robes, were Kao Shaoyi's second-in-commands, known as the [ Four Divine Knights of Punishment ]. Their strength was roughly at the Great Sun-Class Venerable Stage Great Perfection Realm, and they were equally wicked, their hands stained with the blood of warriors and innocent citizens of the two great empires.
These five individuals were said to have once been notorious villains who wreaked havoc on the region, their evil deeds and blood debts numerous. They were enemies of the Western Region, provoking the extermination efforts of many powerful figures. However, somehow, they eventually defected to the Holy Church, transforming themselves into high-ranking and powerful Church with no scruples.
None of these five guys are good people.
Just when we were about to enter the Northern Region, we were unexpectedly caught up by this ferocious and terrifying creature at this crucial moment.
This is troublesome.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Several powerful auras rose from the ground, belonging to the strongest members of this team who still possessed the ability to fight. Fearless, they charged towards Kao Shaoyi and his group of five, attempting to stop these murderous madmen.
Kao Shaoyi waved his large, carrot-like Big Hand impatiently.
"Uh... Pfft!"
"Ah..."
Before even getting close to this person, dozens of powerful figures from the two empires were sent flying backward, spitting out blood. The difference in strength between them was simply too great, an insurmountable chasm.
Kao Shaoyi's enormous body stood in the void.
He looked down at the more than 400,000 troops below, his smile cold and savage, as if he were looking at a group of ants.
Kao Shaoyi glanced around, frowned, and suddenly roared, " Shaarawy, Cassano... get out here now! Weren't you supposed to be tough guys? Weren't you supposed to protect the common people? Why have you turned into cowards? Hahaha, if you don't come out, I'm going to go on a killing spree and crush all these ants below, one by one!"
The sound reverberated between heaven and earth, and the undisguised killing intent caused the Storm Riders to change color.
"What to do?"
Below, in waist-high grass, several officers looked up anxiously, at a loss for what to do.
On the makeshift stretchers beside them lay the unconscious men El Shaarawy, Cassano, Palacio, and Diego Milito.
In the previous bloody battle, these four Young Supremes almost single-handedly snatched back this last force of more than 400,000 people from the shadow of death.
In particular, during the battle where Milan, the last stronghold of the two great empires, was captured, the two sides fought fiercely, with blood everywhere. Young Supremes young and Aura gifted Pato, in order to cover the army's escape from the battlefield, did not hesitate to hold off more than dozens of opponents of the same level. He fought bravely and unyieldingly, and finally self-destructed and perished, buying this last army a chance to escape.
Second update.