"No rush, let me take a look first."
The Alluring Witch's white dress was now stained with blood, making it even more conspicuous than red roses. The blood-stained dress fluttered, giving her a unique charm. Every smile and frown possessed a seductive allure that could tempt all beings. She was stunningly beautiful. With a slight smile, she stood proudly on the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ], hidden in the void, and began to carefully observe the battle below.
The Witch, deep in thought, grew serious, exuding a rare aura of holiness. The terrifying, multicolored flames of the battlefield reflected on her face. From the side, Sun Fei saw her beautiful facial features, like a stunning statue of a Goddess, breathtakingly beautiful.
A few minutes later, a smug smile appeared on Paris's stunningly beautiful face.
This indicates that she has made a decision in a very short period of time.
"The Empire is under pressure, and morale is extremely low. If ordinary soldiers lose all hope of victory, we will undoubtedly lose this war," the Witch said with absolute certainty. "Whether in terms of troop numbers or the quality of skilled fighters, the Empire is far inferior to the Allied Forces and has been constantly suppressed. From the very beginning of this war, we have been forced to fight on our own doorstep by the Allied Forces. By now, the soldiers' faith and anger are almost completely worn away. Therefore, this moment is a very dangerous and crucial point. The Empire needs to achieve a resounding local victory to reignite the soldiers' belief in victory and pull the scales of victory back from their tipping."
After listening to the Witch's explanation, Sun Fei had to admit that this woman was very capable; she had seen through the problem at a glance.
The Witch tossed a strand of hair behind her exquisitely carved white jade earlobe before continuing, "Although I look down on the First Prince, his military talent is undeniable. If I'm not mistaken, with his intelligence, he must have already realized this. Moreover, under the siege of the allied forces, achieving a local victory is impossible in ordinary legion battles due to the vast disparity in troop strength; only high-level duels can achieve this."
At this moment, the Witch Paris was radiant and dazzling, displaying the demeanor of the two former female giants of the capital. No wonder she could contend with the [ Female Literary Sage ] Princess for more than ten years and become a pillar of the Second Prince Dominguez's faction. She was indeed a formidable character. With just a few words, she clarified the situation in the midst of the chaos and pointed out the key to breaking the deadlock.
"At this juncture, if a peerless imperial expert were to emerge and swiftly eliminate a number of the allied forces' top fighters, it would undoubtedly boost the empire's morale and temporarily restore the balance of power. Unfortunately, in the current empire, Emperor Yassin is already... Even if the Crown Prince possesses extraordinary wisdom, he lacks a peerless expert capable of intimidating any region. Therefore, even if he sees the problem, he is powerless to act without resources and cannot send anyone."
As Paris spoke, a sly smile, full of charm, appeared in her large, expressive eyes as she looked at Sun Fei.
"I know what you mean." Sun Fei clenched his fists so hard they cracked, feigning ferocity and revealing a menacing expression. He chuckled and said, "You just want me to go on a killing spree here, right? Hehe, no problem, killing is my specialty!"
Upon hearing this, the Witch covered her mouth and smiled seductively at Sun Fei: "[ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ] King of Chambord, hehe, today is your best chance to unleash your One Fist Spanning the Heavens power! After today, your fame will resound throughout the entire continent, and bards will flock to you to Teleport your tales..."
"Okay, stop right there. Why are you talking like I'm about to die?" Sun Fei quickly interrupted.
"Hehe, I'm just giving a pre-battle pep talk," the Witch said with a grin, her gaze shifting back to the battlefield. After watching for a while, she asked, seemingly casually but actually very seriously, "Hey, little man, how's your escape plan? What if you make too much of a splash and attract the attention of the allied forces' top experts? Will you be able to escape back? You know, there's a high possibility that there are also Great Sun-Rank Venerable experts hidden among the Dortmund forces."
Sun Fei looked around and laughed, "Haha, don't worry, no one here can stop me."
"Worried? Who's worried about you, you Barbarian? Humph!" the Witch muttered in a voice only she could hear, then said loudly, "That's good. Don't make a move yet. Wait until the crucial moment, then it will be more effective."
After saying that, she had Sun Fei lead her to carefully observe the four sides of the Saint Petersburg city walls for a while, and Paris finally chose to stop in the direction of the main gate of the capital.
Looking down from the sky, the main gate of the capital city was indeed receiving 'special attention' from the enemy.
The force responsible for attacking this place was the Lyon Empire, the overlord of the region within a million miles. A continuous stream of Lyon soldiers surged toward the main gate of Saint Petersburg like a flood breaking its banks, each one fearless and with a terrifying, ferocious smile on their face.
"Charge! The Zenit are about to fall! Haha, slaughter all those damned Zenit!"
"Charge into the capital, slaughter all the men inside, make their women wail and moan beneath us, and loot all their treasures!"
"The commander-in-chief has decreed that whoever is the first to storm Saint Petersburg will be rewarded with 100,000 gold coins, and his army will loot the palace for three days, taking whatever women and treasures they wish!"
Shouts and clamor rose into the sky.
The soldiers of Lyon had gone mad, blinded by greed for treasure and women. If they could breach the Zenit capital, they would receive a rich reward. Endless slaughter had turned them into beasts driven by their animalistic instincts. If such a chaotic army were to storm the capital, one could imagine the destruction and humiliation that would befall this magnificent city.
Sun Fei, with his keen eyesight, was surprised to find that the person guarding the main gate of the capital was none other than the empire's God of War, the eldest prince, Arshavin.
Arshavin, clad in the Iron-Blooded Camp's black and red armor, exuded a menacing aura and sat imposingly beneath the main gate's watchtower. His expression was solemn, devoid of joy or sorrow, displaying remarkable composure.
Beside the God of War stood a neat array of elite guards from his personal guard, the Iron-Blooded Camp, like stars surrounding the moon.
The atmosphere beneath the watchtower was solemn. Arshavin commanded with great skill, and more than twenty messengers hurriedly shuttled along the city wall like a carousel, relaying the God of War's orders. Under Arshavin's astute command, the gaps in the city's defenses and the sections of the wall that had encountered danger were quickly stabilized.
The aura and wisdom of this God of War were truly extraordinary.
Inspired by Arshavin, the Zenit soldiers unleashed their full fighting power, Rock. They forged an iron wall with their own flesh and blood, holding back the surging waves of Lyon soldiers beneath the city walls.
Inside the protective shield beneath the city wall, Zenit and Lyon's experts were locked in a fierce battle, their fighting going back and forth repeatedly.
Amidst the frenzied fighting, a handsome young knight clad in golden armor stood out the most.
He pointed at a golden dragon spear, and streaks of golden, Dou Qi emanated from it, unstoppable. Wherever the spear pointed, no one could withstand its power. Lyon's experts fell behind him like wheat being harvested. Under his command, more than ten Zenit Dou Qi experts followed closely behind, like a steel blade, successively slaying thirty or forty Lyon experts and destroying more than twenty of Lyon's siege weapons.
He was none other than Chris Sutton, the tenth-ranked young master among the ten Judgment Knight of the Imperial Knights' Hall, the Sun Golden Knight.
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