Crown Prince Arshavin, Princess Natasha, the Witch Paris, Red Beard Granero, the commanders of the ten main battle legions, the commanders of the twenty new legions, the nobles with hereditary titles of second rank or above who survived last night's purge, key members of the royal family, the Minister of Finance, the six surviving Judgment Knight of the Knights' Hall, the Knights' Hall Commander Akinfeev in his black attire, experts from the Iron-Blooded Camp, experts from the Imperial Capital Public Security Office...
The most powerful figures in the entire empire appeared on the city walls.
This is incredibly frustrating.
It was a heart-pounding moment.
As the dazzling red sun slowly peeked above the horizon, waves of incredibly powerful energy swept across the distant sky, like divine punishment and divine wrath. The terrifying aura was suffocating. In the pale blue sky, more than twenty figures, like gods descending to earth, slowly approached. It seemed that as they drew near, the entire sky would collapse and crush them. The indescribable, terrifying pressure was so great that it seemed to crush even the walls of Saint Petersburg. Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, vegetation withered, rivers roared, and light distorted.
Finally, D'Alessandro, the second disciple of the Continent Martial Saint, arrived with more than twenty Moon Class experts, displaying undisguised hostility and an aura of destructive power.
As the Sun rises, disaster strikes!
Faced with the power fluctuations that even bent the sky, everyone on the city wall felt as if a massive mountain of bones was about to crush them, bearing a weight of millions of pounds. They couldn't help but kneel down, prostrate themselves, and worship.
More than twenty god-like figures slowly came to a stop in the sky a kilometer away from the city wall.
One of them, though not particularly burly, possessed an aura of unparalleled power, giving off an aura of invincibility. His head was several times larger than average, somewhat comical. He opened his eyes, and two beams of divine light shot forth, piercing the void like pillars of light. Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, and city walls collapsed. Even experts of the fourth or Star Class, under the gaze of this light, shattered like dried clay, instantly turning to ashes...
That's terrifying!
It was as if a god had descended to earth.
Is this the second disciple of Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint?
The people of the Zenit Empire had never witnessed such terrifying power. Seeing this scene, which seemed to belong only to myths and legends, they were all stunned, whether they were nobles or soldiers, ordinary people or martial arts experts. They couldn't help but feel an invincible sense of awe.
"Hahaha, it seems you've made your choice! You truly disappoint me, you pathetic rats. Did you really think you could defeat a disciple of a Continent Martial Saint?"
D'Alessandro's voice was like a thunderclap echoing between heaven and earth, causing the already collapsed city wall to continue to expand.
"A mere first-tier empire dares to oppose me for the sake of a lowly rat who betrayed Human Clan? Today, you have brought about your own destruction!"
The thunderous sound shook the ground, sending waves of sound through the air. The armor of the soldiers at the forefront crumbled like grains of sand, and row upon row of soldiers turned into a mist of blood.
This is simply beyond human resistance!
An indescribable despair instantly filled the air above the entire imperial capital, Saint Petersburg.
"Activate the magic shield and prepare to meet the enemy!"
Just then, a loud shout suddenly rang out from the city wall.
The sound contained a magical power, stirring up rolling sound waves in the air, clashing with D'Alessandro's voice in the sky. The two sound waves engaged in a head-to-head duel, and visible transparent ripples spread out in the air, making a chaotic crackling sound, as if thousands of troops were colliding and fighting.
Collapses appeared in the air, distorting the light.
Ultimately, the terrifying sonic boom emitted by D'Alessandro was blocked a hundred meters away from the city wall and could not penetrate further.
It was this shout that instantly dispelled all the negative emotions of everyone on the city wall. The voice contained a peaceful and uplifting power, awakening the frightened crowd, dispelling their fear, and instilling confidence in them.
Finally, the people on the city wall regained consciousness.
Crown Prince Arshavin issued a series of orders, his command flags flashing, and the Zenit people began their counterattack.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Amidst the gentle tremors, orange flames slowly rose from all directions of the capital, enveloping the vast Saint Petersburg. This was the empire's protective magic array, [ Earth Guardian ], a thick orange light curtain that finally gave everyone a pitiful sense of security.
The magical weapons on the city wall began to retaliate, drawing streaks of multicolored light in the void, carrying terrifying killing intent, as they shot towards the more than twenty figures in the sky.
The battle began in an instant.
Now that the decision has been made, now that the choice has been made, only battle, only the defeat and bloodshed of one side, can resolve the conflict between us.
No need for further words, let's fight!
With the commands of Crown Prince Arshavin, the powerful army began to move, using the strength of countless mortals to fight against the peerless powerhouses above them. This was the counterattack of the weak, a fight to the death without regret.
As soon as the battle began, everyone was fully engaged.
The situation was so tense that everyone's hearts were in their throats, watching the streaks of light being shot out, wondering if Zenit's most powerful magical weapon could pose even the slightest threat to those terrifying invaders. No one had the time or the inclination to think about where that roar, comparable to D'Alessandro's sonic boom, had come from, or from whose mouth.
"Hahaha, a bunch of audacious rats! Good, today, Zenit will be wiped off the map from the Northern Region Continent!"
In the sky, D'Alessandro laughed heartily. Without any apparent movement, the countless magical arrows that swarmed like hungry locusts vanished into the air like icicles falling into lava when they were a full three hundred meters away.
"Hiss..."
Gasps of astonishment echoed from the top of the walls of Saint Petersburg.
These magical weapons represent the empire's accumulated strength. Even when the Ten Empires Allied Army besieged the capital, Saint Petersburg, and it was on the verge of collapse, they weren't used in the battle. The original expectation was that this first wave of attacks, even if it couldn't harm D'Alessandro, would at least kill a few of the Moon Class experts accompanying him. Who knew... it would be completely ineffective?
What should we do next?
Who will stop the empire's enemies?
Who will turn the tide?
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