Moreover, Garcia's identity is that of a Divine Master, representing the entire Holy Church, a behemoth that no one dares to underestimate. These Moon Class experts are just scattered soldiers. Although they can't understand why a Divine Master with such terrifying strength would become a member of Chambord City, how could they dare to oppose the Holy Church? They didn't even dare to fight back!
Fear and low morale.
After several Moon Class experts who put up a stubborn resistance were ruthlessly slaughtered by the Chambord expert as if to establish his authority, this hastily assembled rabble inevitably suffered a crushing defeat, scattering and fleeing like stray dogs.
This is a tragic scene.
If they had fought together, they might have had a chance with their numerical advantage. Unfortunately, when the first person ran away, the army collapsed like a house of cards, and everyone's spirits instantly crumbled!
The remaining dozen or so Moon Class experts transformed into streaks of light and fled in all directions.
Although Garcia, Deisler, and Inzaghi held a significant advantage, it was impossible for them to eliminate everyone in this situation, as they were simply too busy to be in two places at once!
"Forget it, no need to chase after them!"
Inzaghi stopped and looked at the few Moon Class experts who had already fled and disappeared into the sky. He laughed and said, "It's good to let these cowards live and spread the word about the power of Chambord City, so that some fools won't dare to provoke us again. Otherwise, while we are not afraid, we are not tired of them!"
Deisler nodded slightly and stopped walking, clearly agreeing with Inzaghi's statement.
A faint smile appeared on the young priest's handsome face, "May God forgive my sins. I didn't really want to kill anyone!"
Deisler and Inzaghi were both speechless. It seemed that this peace-loving divine master had killed the most people? He had killed several Moon Class experts in a single move! And he still said he didn't want to kill? After spending time with him, everyone could see that this kid was the most ruthless. He fought like a madman, and once he made up his mind, not even a nine-headed dragon could pull him back!
At this moment, above the howling winds of the sky, a series of shocking explosions resounded once more.
Deisler closed his eyes tightly, slightly raised his head, glanced at the battle in the higher celestial dome, and hesitated, "Should we join forces to help Princess Elena?"
The divine master Garcia couldn't help but smile slightly.
Inzaghi patiently explained to his new companion, who had only recently joined Chambord City, "Don't worry, that Albelda from Anzhi is merely a Great Sun-Rank Venerable at the Rising Sun Stage; his cultivation level isn't fully consolidated yet. Princess Elena, on the other hand, has already advanced to the Great Sun-Rank Venerable rank, and now she's likely broken through the Rising Sun Stage and entered the Rising Sun Stage... You might not know, but although Princess Elena is a woman, her talent is exceptional. In Chambord City, she's second only to His Alexander, making her arguably the second strongest expert in our country. Dealing with a mere Albelda is a piece of cake!"
Before the words were even finished, a shower of blood rained down from the sky.
Then the continuous blue light and the sounds of fire and ice energy exploding suddenly disappeared.
A bright red streak flashed, and the three of them only felt a blur before their eyes. The Valkyrie Elena, clad in red armor, appeared before them, carrying Albelda, Great Sun-Rank Venerable who had already fainted and was on his last breath!
Elena's strength was even greater than Inzaghi's most optimistic estimate. Faced with this Valkyrie, who was extremely experienced in combat, Albelda was unable to even unleash the Great Sun Phenomenon. If it weren't for the need to capture her alive, the Valkyrie's strength would probably have been enough to kill this early-stage Great Sun Class opponent with just ten arrows!
"My lords, Lord Brook has ordered me to return to defend the royal city. Please take this prisoner and proceed immediately to the capital to reunite with His Majesty." The Queen's voice was clear as she tossed Albelda to the priest Garcia.
"Ah? His Majesty is in the capital?"
"His Majesty has returned?"
All three of them wore expressions of great joy.
During this time, various rumors circulated. Although no one doubted Sun Fei, they couldn't help but worry about His King. When they suddenly heard that Sun Fei had returned safely to the capital, they were overjoyed and couldn't wait to appear before His Majesty the King.
Zenit, the imperial capital, Saint Petersburg.
Imperial Military Department.
The solemn and dignified black building, both in color and atmosphere, involuntarily evokes a sense of unease.
This is the most ruthless and powerful department in the Zenit Empire, representing the empire's strength. The actions of the empire's nearly one million iron-blooded troops are controlled by the giants who frequent this building. Every order issued here every day will determine the life, death, and fortune of millions of people!
With less than half a day and a night to go before the date announced by D'Alessandro, the second disciple of the Martial Saint Mountain, the people of Saint Petersburg were in turmoil. Faced with an opponent whose status and personal strength were difficult to resist and a group of despicable accomplices, the Zenit people had to make a choice, especially the nobles who were in power and had to react for their own interests.
Even the bigwigs in the Military Department are no exception!
A heated argument is taking place in the central council hall of the building.
The core of the debate lies in how to deal with King of Chambord Alexander Empire-Protecting Martial Saint of the Empire and is personally appointed by the Emperor to Guardian Martial Saint and is a genius martial artist and the hope for the future. On the other hand, there is D'Alessandro, the arrogant and domineering disciple of the strongest man on the continent, who is determined to eliminate King of Chambord. This choice is very difficult for many people.
Of course, for others, it might be very simple.
"Since most people agree to convict King of Chambord of betraying humanity, a small minority have chosen to remain silent, and fewer than five adults have objected, I think we can conclude that at least the military can reach a unified view on this matter!"
In the hall, a fat man with a thick, reddish beard, dressed in fine clothes, announced loudly with a hint of smugness.
This is Andrew Shemak, the former regional governor of the Southern Frontier of the empire, one of the military leaders who commanded the ten major military strongholds in the Southern Frontier, and the patriarch of the Shemak Family, a hereditary first-class noble family of the empire.
The fall of large swathes of territory in the Southern Frontier of the empire was due not only to the unexpected attack by the ten great empires, which was difficult to withstand, but also to Andrew Shemak's long-standing lax military preparedness and poor military management. Unfortunately, the Shemak Family was deeply rooted in the empire and had great influence. Although he fled back to the capital and was questioned by the royal family, he retained his title and still held a certain degree of influence in the Military Department.
Andrew Shemak was one of the leading figures who advocated sacrificing the King of Chambord to preserve the empire.
In the past few days, he had been working on this issue, mobilizing many other nobles to advocate for submission to D'Alessandro in exchange for peace and stability.
So tired, this is the fourth update.
I need to hurry back; I have to get up early tomorrow to take care of my wife's various treatments.
Goodnight everyone. Although I'm exhausted, I managed to finish four updates today, and I'm very happy about that. I hope you all appreciate it.