"Your injuries are very serious." Sun Fei frowned because he discovered that Constantine's body had long been riddled with terrible injuries, both inside and out.
At this moment, Constantine's internal organs had already undergone obvious displacement, clearly due to the forced practice of the [ Seven Injuries Fist ], leaving behind numerous hidden injuries. To put it another way, it was like a dam that had blocked an excessive flood, threatening to burst at any moment. What was even more terrifying was that once all these injuries erupted, it would be like a real flash flood bursting its banks, and it would be too late to remedy or reverse the situation.
In addition, the battles of the past few days have left Constantine with a large number of shocking external wounds. The most horrifying of them is a sword wound that runs from his left shoulder to his right hip, almost splitting him in two. Although the wound has scabbed over slightly, it still leaves a charred black mark.
"It's already a miracle we survived." Constantine, a tough man, smiled calmly and said, "These injuries will heal eventually, but if Your Majesty hadn't appeared in time today, Byzantium would likely have perished, and the empire's southern coastline would have fallen entirely into the hands of those despicable Lyon."
Sun Fei took out a bottle of blood-red [ Life Restoration Potion ] from his storage ring and handed it over, saying, "Let's heal our injuries first. We can talk about other things later."
[ Life Restoration Potion ] has incredible healing effects on various external injuries, but its effectiveness is related to the strength of the recipient. Generally speaking, the same dose of potion has a lower effect on those with higher strength. This is not only because injuries that can harm powerful individuals usually retain residual energy from Dou Qi or magic, but also because powerful individuals have extremely strong strength and vitality, and therefore need to fill a greater gap in their life force.
A bottle of [ Life Restoration Potion ] can only heal the minor external wounds on Constantine's body.
Once the potion's effects wore off, Sun Fei switched to [ Paladin Mode ].
With a shout, he instantly activated the Paladin [Prayer] skill, his entire body radiating an extremely powerful, warm golden light, making him appear like a god.
In an instant, everyone in the command center felt their energy, depleted in the battle, rapidly replenished, and minor wounds on their bodies healed at a visible speed. Sun Fei stretched out his golden-glowing hand and stroked Constantine's charred wound from top to bottom. Under the golden light, wisps of blackish-red smoke escaped from the wound—the residual destructive power of the flames remaining in his body.
After several repetitions, Constantine's severe external injuries were finally healed.
"Phew, this is troublesome. It's a pity that my current [ Paladin Mode ] level is still too low, remaining at the Diablo World level on Normal Difficulty. If I raised it to Nightmare Difficulty, healing injuries like this wouldn't be so difficult. It seems I need to pay more attention to balanced development in the future!"
The thought flashed through Sun Fei's mind for a moment, and he instantly switched back to [ Barbarian Mode ].
Constantine's internal injuries, caused by his forced practice of the Seven Injuries Fist, are extremely serious and have accumulated over time, making them chronic. Ordinary healers are helpless against them, and only the power of the Barbarian Mode, at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable, can heal him.
For the next few days, Sun Fei temporarily took charge of the Kingdom of Byzantium capital.
Considering the need for propaganda during the imperial war, Sun Fei did not conceal his identity.
Soon, thanks to Byzantium propaganda, almost all the Zenit people in the Azure Wind Province knew that the Kingdom of Byzantium had achieved its first resounding victory in the battle against the Lyon on the Southern Frontier of the Empire, destroying a quarter of the Lyon Empire's naval fleet. Most importantly, they learned the reason for the Byzantium victory—
King of Chambord Alexander, the Imperial God of War and legendary Guardian Martial Saint, arrived in the Southern Frontier of the Empire.
This unexpected good news was like a blazing fire suddenly ignited in the long darkness for the Zenit people, who were struggling to survive under the shadow of war and the iron heel of the Allied forces. It gave them great hope in their despair.
Almost without any mobilization or appeal, as soon as the news spread, a large number of refugees, scattered imperial troops, other fleeing King families, imperial officials and nobles from Azure Wind Province, and idle mercenaries... all flocked to the Kingdom of Byzantium capital like a tide, seeking the protection of Alexander, the God of War of war.
The events of the Battle of Saint Petersburg, the imperial capital, several days ago, had already spread throughout the entire Zenit Empire, thanks to the propaganda of a bard named Materazzi and his companions, and with the encouragement of the imperial authorities. In the face of such a dark and disastrous year as the invasion of the Ten Empires Allied Army, the existence of a powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable who appeared out of nowhere and turned the tide was undoubtedly the spiritual pillar that supported countless Zenit in their resistance to the end.
Everyone believed that as long as such an invincible God of War existed, Zenit could not be destroyed, and the invaders would pay a Bloody price sooner or later.
Hope has an unparalleled power to give people. In less than two days, more than 200,000 people had gathered in the capital of Byzantium. The Azure Wind Province of the empire, which had been silent in the midst of war and disaster, gradually showed signs of vitality.
In stark contrast to the Zenit people's jubilation, the Ten Empires Allied Army, which had been rampant and tyrannical in Southern Frontier Zenit, fell into uncontrollable panic upon receiving the news.
On the very day news of Zenit Alexander God of War's arrival in the Southern Frontier spread, the allied invading troops, who had been active around Kingdom of Byzantium, swaggering around, plundering war resources, and indiscriminately slaughtering those who fought desperately, withdrew almost overnight to within a hundred miles of the Byzantium capital. As if the end of the world had come, they remained cautious and discreet, and the various incidents of mass killings and enslavement of Zenit civilians immediately disappeared.
After calming down, some members of the coalition questioned the veracity of the news.
Everyone knows that King of Chambord Alexander should be in Saint Petersburg, the Zenit capital, at this time. How could such a powerful figure, whose every word and action could influence the outcome of the war for the Zenit people, suddenly appear in the Southern Frontier without a word? To save civilians? How ridiculous! Could there be anything more important to the Zenit Imperial Family family than protecting the capital?
So, on the third day after the news broke, the Ten Empires Allied Army dispatched a suicide squad of ten elite experts with Six-Star Class or higher ranks to secretly blend into the refugee wave heading to the Byzantium capital, hoping to find out the truth.
Just in case, the allied forces' experts were extremely cautious, disguising themselves as refugees the entire way, without revealing the slightest clue or flaw, and even mingling with the poor people of Zenit...
Unfortunately, at the very moment the refugee tide entered the gates of the Byzantium capital that evening, a handsome and elegant young man with long golden hair and dressed in a white robe suddenly appeared on the city gate.
This handsome young man, who seemed like an elven prince descending to earth, didn't utter a single word. He stood in the setting sun, bathed in golden light, his golden hair fluttering in the wind. He drew his longbow, released an arrow, and with a tremor of the bowstring, a stream of blue light tore through the sky, shaking the entire royal city. Like the most dazzling and beautiful fireworks of time, he fired ten arrows in an instant.
Ten arrows.
Ten dazzling and beautiful streaks of light!
Among the ten top fighters of the allied forces, several were shot to pieces on the spot, turning into a pile of flesh and bones, with no time to Dodge or escape. The remaining one was also pierced through the right arm by an arrow and was almost nailed to the ground!
After firing ten arrows, the blond, handsome archer vanished from the city wall in a flash, as if he had never been there at all.
The last Allied expert, relying on his desperate instincts, cut off his own right arm and fled like a stray dog, becoming the only lucky one to leave alive!
From that time on, no one doubted that Zenit, the God of War, was not in Byzantium.
The handsome archer who appeared on the city wall was none other than Son of the Wind Fernando Torres, one of the Twelve Golden Holy Palaces Saints of Sabaody Archer, who had always been King of Chambord Alexander's personal bodyguard and one of the twelve Gold Saint of Chambord City.
Where [ Son of the Wind ] is, King of Chambord will surely be!
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