Drogba and Pierce were already Moon Class powerhouses. During this time, they had followed Lampard and the strategist, Old Arjen, participating in the war on the Southern Frontier of the empire, serving under the Second Prince Dominguez. They accumulated rich combat experience, honing their martial arts on the battlefield. While this didn't dramatically increase their strength, it certainly honed their mental fortitude.
Now, both of them are at the Mid-Stage Half Moon Class. Looking at the entire city of Saint Petersburg, apart from a few mysterious experts, their current strength is enough to make them invincible. Dealing with a few warriors from the Anzhi Empire is like child's play for these two idiots, and they don't take it seriously at all.
Upon entering the small courtyard and exchanging the strange code, an ordinary young man dressed as a waiter respectfully led them to the tower and down the stairs into the dimly lit basement.
The basement was extremely empty, devoid of anything except for a Teleport whose destination was unknown, which was flickering and operating.
The two stepped into the Teleport, and as the light flickered, they opened their eyes again to find themselves in an even more mysterious basement. The stone walls on all sides shimmered with the aura of Sub-Divine Runes, isolating all other auras, as if it were a space created in the endless void turbulence, extremely hidden and safe.
"Haha, generals, it's been a long time." A hearty laugh rang out, and a blond youth with a half-silver mask on his face rose to greet them.
" Modrić!" Drogba and Pierce dared not be negligent.
Although Modrić only started serving Sun Fei after the two idiots, he, codenamed "The Boy," had always held immense importance in His Majesty the King's eyes. He could be considered one of the giants of Chambord City, and in terms of status and influence, he was even above the two. Moreover, Modrić's hard work and dedication over the past year had contributed to the rise of Chambord City, all of which was evident to the Chambord leadership. The two idiots genuinely respected this boy who was younger than themselves, hence their extreme deference.
The location of the mysterious room was unknown. In the vast space, besides the three young Modrić, Pierce, and Drogba, there were four other skilled members of the Letters and Visits Office, all at the New Moon Class. After exchanging pleasantries, the three held their breath and waited patiently for something.
In the center of the secret chamber, there were some magical runes that seemed to be used for positioning.
Buzz buzz buzz!
A familiar sound of space tearing echoed, magic runes flickered, and then a sky-blue oval archway, about three meters high, appeared in the void. The light and flames expanded and contracted continuously, and after stabilizing slightly, a tall figure that everyone had been waiting for stepped out of the light archway with lightning speed.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Inside the secret chamber, the seven powerful figures knelt down in unison.
This man was dressed in a long white robe, with thick black hair like a waterfall. He was tall and straight, and although his muscles were not as muscular as those sculpted by a knife and axe, he had a wild aura. His body was as if cast from divine iron, shining with every inch of light. He had a handsome face, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted into his temples and eyes as bright as stars. He was imposing without being angry. He was none other than the extremely flamboyant King Sun Fei.
Trapped in the [Sigh of Sigh of Divine Grace ] magic array by the Golden Skeleton for four days and four nights, Sun Fei, fearing he would waste time, mobilized the entire [ Letters and Visits Office ] and traveled through more than twenty [Ultra-Long Distance Simple Teleport ], consuming a large amount of magic stones, returning to Saint Petersburg in just one day and one night, actually getting ahead of the aggressive D'Alessandro and his group.
"Get up." Sun Fei gently lifted them up, and a gentle force flowed out, helping all seven of them to their feet.
Sun Fei came in secret this time. Apart from a few high-ranking officials in Chambord City and six top experts from the [ Letters and Visits Office ], including the [young] Modrić, no one in the capital knew that the King of Chambord, who was rumored to have disappeared at the bottom of the sea, had now returned to the Zenit Empire.
After leaving the secret room, Modrić explained to Sun Fei all the recent events that had happened in the capital, including the allegiance of the various empires, the choices made by the imperial nobles, and the strange silence of the royal family.
The group quickly reached the ground.
The secret room was still located in Saint Petersburg, only a hundred meters away from the previous courtyard. As long as one climbed to a high place, even without any martial arts skills, one could clearly observe every move in the distant courtyard. It was indeed an extremely ingenious arrangement.
Four experts at the Moon Class stood guard outside the door. Pierce, Drogba, and Modrić, of noble status, followed Sun Fei into the house. The two idiots tried to act cute and recounted the events of the night to His Majesty the King.
" The Anzhi Empire is a recently risen second-tier empire. Previously inconspicuous, it has, in less than a month since the start of this imperial war, successively destroyed four neighboring first-tier empires. Its reputation has soared recently, and it is extremely powerful, showing signs of becoming a minor overlord of the Northern Region. Emperor Suleiman Kerimov of Anzhi is extremely young, having ascended the throne a year ago. His identity is mysterious, his wealth immense, and he has recruited several wandering powerhouses. He has always coveted the Zenit Empire. It is said that he originally aimed to challenge Emperor Yassin's fame, but because of Your Majesty's recent battle against the Ten Empires Allied Army, he has turned his attention to you, repeatedly declaring that he will personally shatter your myth."
[Young] Modrić gave a brief overview of the Anzhi Empire.
"No wonder these Anzhi are so arrogant, they must be quite strong... You two idiots, how dare you say that? They've been riding on our heads and defecating and pissing, and you only beat up a mere knight and that's it?" Sun Fei wasn't particularly interested in the history of the Anzhi Empire's rise, but he was very dissatisfied with the two idiots' performance.
"Your Majesty, please forgive us, we'll go right now and kill that damned Anzhi." The two idiots were so enraged by the King's words that they stood up, their faces flushed with rage, and headed outside.
"Let them hang up then. I'm waiting to see what these so-called envoys are up to. Just let them cause trouble." Sun Fei didn't stop them. He watched the two idiots leave the room, then his figure flickered and disappeared into the vast night.
Modrić wiped his sweat and was about to say something when he heard a buzzing sound. A dark red lightning bolt shot into the room and, with a clear chirping sound, transformed into a dark red hummingbird, landing in Modrić's palm.
Hummingbirds are tiny, delicate, and incredibly cute. These elfin-like little magical beasts have unparalleled flying speed and a certain talent for spatial teleportation. Princess Angela used her innate abilities to tame a flock of hummingbirds, using them as one of the means of communication for the [ Letters and Visits Office ], which proved to be extremely convenient.
Beneath the feathers of the hummingbird's neck lay a cleverly designed silver necklace, a container resembling a storage ring. Modrić infused it with Magic Power in a specific, strange rhythm, and a crimson letter floated out from the silver necklace.
He quickly glanced through the information, his expression changing, and reported to Sun Fei, "The group led by D'Alessandro, the second disciple of Martial Saint Mountain, has already crossed the Sea of Fragrance and set foot on imperial territory. It seems they are deliberately showing off their military strength and putting pressure on the royal family. They are proceeding very slowly and are making no attempt to conceal their identities. They are also repeatedly stating that if the imperial family does not make a decision before sunrise the day after tomorrow, they will massacre the Zenit Imperial Family. About three hours ago, they split into two groups. One group, led by a powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable named Albelda, consists of twenty-five people and is heading towards Chambord City. The remaining twenty people are escorting D'Alessandro towards Saint Petersburg. At their speed, both groups should reach their destination before sunrise the day after tomorrow."
Tomorrow will be a little easier; I'll be writing at the hospital, and I hope I can write a lot.
Thank you so much for your support, brothers and sisters. I have no way to repay you.