"We're almost inside Chambord. I heard that not long ago, King of Chambord Alexander got married, and many powerful figures from various empires sent their experts to try and make a move. Even the Church's masters participated, but they were ultimately defeated by the Chambord people, suffering a crushing defeat. It seems that Chambord City is not a simple place; we must be careful!"
A silver-haired, Moon Class expert, around fifty years old, reminded his companion with some concern.
"Haha, Silver-Haired Venerable, you actually believe such ridiculous and exaggerated rumors? You're getting more and more cowardly as you get older, and you're going back to your old ways." Oliveira, a muscular Moon Class expert dressed as a mercenary, laughed heartily, scoffing at the rumors.
"Haha, that's right, that's right. There were even rumors that Chambord City had dozens of Moon Class powerhouses, known as Gold Saint, each with astonishing strength, and even had Great Sun-Rank Venerable powerhouse overseeing it. How laughable... Don't they realize that even the Zenit Empire, a monarchy, doesn't have such power? What strength could a first-class vassal state, especially one that has only recently risen to prominence, possibly have? In my opinion, those lowly Chambord people are like chickens and dogs in front of us, to be slaughtered at will."
Just over thirty years old, with only the Early-Tier New Moon Class and an extremely unstable realm, O'Henry, with an arrogant and disdainful expression, laughed loudly.
"That's right, everyone, there's no need to worry. The reason we've accelerated our journey is to wipe out all the experts in D'Alessandro and eliminate the King of Chambord Chambord before Lord D' Chambord City arrives in the capital. We'll then bring the Chambord royal family to the Zenit capital, Saint Petersburg, to coordinate with D'Alessandro's description and establish our authority with a thunderous display. We'll show the Zenit who support that scoundrel Alexander what the consequences of opposing us are!"
With a weasel-like face, short stature, and a fat belly, Zeman, wearing a fawning smile, looked obsequiously at Albelda, the only Great Sun-Rank Venerable in the center of the crowd, and continued, "Besides, with Lord Albelda traveling with us, even if the Chambord people have divine protection, they are helpless before your divine might. What do we have to fear!"
This statement, however, is clearly flattery.
Zeman's words immediately drew a series of echoes. Those Moon Class powerhouses who hadn't had a chance to speak all expressed their flattery towards Albelda, a Great Sun-Rank Venerable from the Anzhi Empire. These people were originally a group of sycophants who had no dignity as Moon Class powerhouses.
"That's not entirely true." Albelda said with an arrogant and ethereal expression, "I've heard that King of Chambord Alexander is incredibly powerful, having already reached the Great Sun-Rank Venerable at a young age. He's a rare martial arts genius. It's a pity, though. If he hadn't betrayed his Sea Clan, he would have been a formidable opponent, worthy of my attention. Now that King of Chambord is missing, there's no one else among the King of Chambord who can pique my interest."
"Haha, that's nothing, just a small vassal state. You won't even need to lift a finger, sir. We can suppress everything ourselves." Zeman followed closely beside Albelda, smiling obsequiously, his flattery ringing out loud.
"Yes, that's all we need to do. We've heard that Chambord City is quite wealthy. When we conquer King of Chambord, all the treasures will belong to Lord Albelda and Lord D'Alessandro. We would be honored to serve you two." Someone continued to flatter.
"No need. Those are what you deserve. What treasures could a small vassal state possibly have that would interest Lord D'Alessandro and me?" Albelda scoffed. Although the Emperor of the Anzhi Empire had repeatedly warned him not to be careless when facing the Chambord people before he came, his pride as Great Sun-Rank Venerable made him completely disregard a vassal state and he didn't think there was anything in this small country that would attract his attention.
Zeman suddenly smiled sinisterly and said, "It is said that King of Chambord has two queens, both of whom are stunningly beautiful. If we could capture these two noble queens and make them do dirty and tiring work such as washing clothes and cleaning floors during the day, and serve them in bed at night, it would be a very interesting thing."
A glint of light flashed in Albelda's eyes. He nodded thoughtfully and said, "That's a good idea. The Anzhi Empire's palace does indeed lack two maids for hard labor. If King of Chambord is truly as beautiful as the rumors say, she would be worthy to serve in my palace."
Zeman was overjoyed to see that Albelda had adopted his suggestion.
Just then--
"To insult my lord is a crime deserving of death."
A chilling voice, filled with murderous intent, suddenly echoed from the void.
Before anyone could react, there was a loud bang, and Zeman's head, Moon Class expert, suddenly exploded like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer. Red and white fluids splattered everywhere, and a dignified Moon Class expert was instantly turned into a corpse, his obese body falling to the ground.
At the same instant, the Moon Class experts closest to Zeman all groaned, as if struck by a giant hammer, their faces flushed. A few of the weaker Moon Class experts had a trickle of blood at the corner of their mouths, looked at each other in horror, and Shout in terror, frantically circulating their Dou Qi and Magic Power, on high alert.
"Don't panic!" Albelda, a powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable in the center of the crowd, changed his expression and shouted. With a wave of his hand, a beam of azure light shimmered in front of him. At the same time, an invisible force in the air struck the azure light, producing a series of crisp sounds before gradually dissipating.
"Who attacked me? Show yourself!"
Albelda instantly detected the source of the strange power. He formed his right hand into a claw shape and grabbed at the void. A surge of immense power erupted, tearing through the void. A hundred meters away, ripples spread across the air like water, as if the surface of a pond was ruffled by the autumn wind. After the ripples subsided, four figures appeared.
In the void, standing at the forefront was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was handsome and Aura, wearing a black robe with his hands tucked into his sleeves. There was no fluctuation of power in his body, just like an ordinary person. His big eyes were tightly closed, giving people a strange feeling. His face was filled with anger. Clearly, the strange and terrifying attack that just happened, which seemed like the Summon of death, was launched by this handsome boy.
Behind the boy stood a stunningly beautiful Valkyrie, clad in light silver armor and with long, fiery red hair, standing serenely. Even Albelda couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and danger when he looked at this gorgeous woman.
Beside the red-haired woman was a handsome, short-haired priestess in a black robe, exuding an extremely powerful aura of Holy Power. Behind him was a handsome, slender young man with long black hair, who, like an elf, gave off a terrifying, suffocating aura.
These four stood in the void, sneering as they blocked the path of more than twenty powerful individuals, like four tigers eyeing a flock of sheep.
"Who are you?" Albelda demanded angrily. "Why did you suddenly attack us?"
Two chapters today, I'll keep working hard tomorrow, the climax is coming soon.