How can the light of a flickering candle rival the brilliance of the bright moon?
Over 500 meters in the air, more than twenty Moon Class powerhouses surrounded D'Alessandro like stars around the moon. They sensed the despair of the Zenit people below and felt a surge of humiliating pleasure. Among them, Dallas, a Moon Class powerhouse at the High-Tier New Moon Class realm, arrogantly said to D'Alessandro, " The Zenit people have brought this upon themselves. They don't need your intervention, sir. Let us, their servants, do it for you!"
"Very well, since these poor rats have made this choice, let them slowly savor the taste of despair." D'Alessandro's eyes gleamed with cruel mockery as he slowly said, "Kill half of the rats on the city walls, and pile them up into a mound of heads. I want today's sunrise to be stained red with blood!"
As soon as the words fell, the figures of fifth and Moon Class experts rushed down like lightning.
The magical protective barrier of Saint Petersburg, [ Earth Goddess's Protection ], is used to defend against magical attacks from local armies and is immune to physical attacks. Naturally, it could not stop the Moon Class experts. In the blink of an eye, the six Moon Class experts had arrived above the South Gate, only a dozen meters away.
"Ha ha, you've angered Lord D'Alessandro! You deserve to be slaughtered, you bunch of foolish northern Barbarian!"
"It's not too late to regret it now. As long as your emperor crawls out of the palace and kneels at the city gate begging for mercy, we'll preserve a single bloodline for your Zenit Empire!"
"Why waste words with them? Lord D'Alessandro said to kill half of them first. I think we should target the nobles and martial artists of Five-Star Class or higher!"
"Hahaha, don't rush, enjoy the thrill of being high above them. Let these poor rats experience the fear and regret of death before they die, hehehehe!"
The Moon Class powerhouses laughed and talked loudly without restraint as they slowly approached.
Having received some Moon Class intelligence, the Zenit people had almost all perished in the previous invasion by the Ten Great Empires. If it weren't for King of Chambord's heroic efforts, the nation would have been wiped out long ago. Therefore, the Zenit people no longer had any capable warriors to offer. In addition, with the great god D'Alessandro supporting them from behind, they had no wariness or fear towards this first-level empire.
On the city walls, the Zenit nobles and soldiers had dry lips, filled with anger and helplessness.
All eyes were focused on Arshavin, the Imperial God of War, standing beneath the drain, his jet-black armor as solid as iron. At this moment, with the once-powerful Empire-Protecting Martial Saint of the Empire King of Chambord nowhere to be found, only this invincible marshal with his illustrious military exploits could offer a glimmer of hope and light to everyone's hearts.
Arshavin's face showed neither sorrow nor joy, devoid of any emotion.
There was no response whatsoever.
He seemed to be waiting for something.
Just as everyone was wondering, in the next instant, two streaks of light rushed from the east and west, from the depths of the capital, and arrived before the ground floor of the city gate. They froze in mid-air, revealing the strength of Moon Class experts. One of them was clad in golden armor, wielding a golden Long Spear, dazzling like the Sun in the sky. He was none other than the Sun Golden Knight, Chris Sutton. The other was also dressed in magnificent robes, tall and slender, holding a gorgeous golden wine jug, the aroma of wine filling the air. He was none other than Materazzi, the Empire's First Bard, who had not appeared for a long time.
The two stood side by side before the city wall, their bodies like mountains, blocking the six arrogant invaders opposite them.
A cheer erupted from the crowd atop the city wall.
These were the Moon Class powerhouses that Zenit had specially selected for themselves. Even though they were outnumbered and outmatched, they did not Avoid or run away when the empire was in its most perilous time.
"Haha, two strong big rats have arrived. Interesting. I thought all the big rats in this nest were dead!" One of the six, a Moon Class expert of considerable strength, mimicked D'Alessandro's tone, chuckling sarcastically. Although he hadn't expected Zenit to have two Moon Class experts, they were only two, nothing to worry about. He smiled at his companions, "Who's interested in killing these two big rats?"
"I'll do it!"
Moon Class experts were vying to make a move before anyone else, hoping to impress D'Alessandro and gain the favor of this second disciple of the Continent Martial Saint. If they could then enter the Continent Martial Saint Mountain to learn martial arts, that would be the dream of every martial artist.
Boom!...
Chris Sutton faced off against a Moon Class expert clad in bronze armor, while Materazzi instantly engaged in a fierce battle with a Moon Class expert wielding a massive three- or four-meter-long crystal sword.
The remaining four Moon Class experts, their bodies gleaming with various colored Dou Qi flames, rushed towards the city wall like lightning.
The fact that everyone was looking at Arshavin just now made these Moon Class experts realize that the thin young man in black iron and scarlet armor below the enemy tower was the commander of the Zenit. They all attacked at once, wanting to kill Arshavin in front of the army and severely damage the morale of the Zenit.
Exclamations of surprise rose like a tide from the city walls.
Facing the chilling killing intent, Arshavin leaned on his long sword, his body standing straight, unwavering in the slightest. His eyes were piercing, his long hair flying, and his cloak billowing like an unyielding flag, he did not retreat an inch.
Suddenly, four streaks of light flashed from the crowd of ordinary soldiers, colliding heavily with the four Moon Class experts.
"What? Four more Moon Class experts?"
On the city wall, the soldiers and nobles could hardly believe their eyes. Those four streaks of light were the figures of four Moon Class experts, swift as lightning, carrying a powerful aura, like dragons descending, blocking the four invaders who had come with D'Alessandro!
In an instant, twelve Moon Class experts were locked in fierce combat in the sky, their battle seemingly evenly matched.
Even the Zenit nobles and soldiers themselves didn't understand where those four Moon Class experts came from, why they all looked like ordinary soldiers, why no one had noticed their existence before, and why they suddenly rushed out at the critical moment, temporarily relieving the predicament on the city wall!
In the distance, in the sky, D'Alessandro and the remaining sixteen Moon Class experts' expressions changed slightly.
This scene took them by surprise.
Didn't the intelligence we received from the Lyon Empire and the Anzhi Empire say that all the Zenit Moon Class powerhouses had perished in the war?
"Hehe, interesting. No wonder these rats dared to oppose me; they were hiding some strength!" After a slight surprise, D'Alessandro's face once again showed a mocking smile, as if he were watching a show. To him, even if there were hundreds or thousands of Moon Class experts among the Zenit, it didn't matter.
Because Moon Class expert is like an ant facing a giant dragon in front of Great Sun Class expert; a single breath can instantly kill countless of them.
The fierce battle continues.
Unlike D'Alessandro and his group, who watched the battle leisurely in the distant sky as if it were a show, everyone on the walls of Saint Petersburg held their breath and watched the battle between the twelve Moon Class powerhouses with extreme tension, because they understood that the outcome of the battle would determine the fate of the entire empire.
"Kill! Hurricane Howling Wolf Kill!"
Amidst the battle, a roar drowned out all other sounds. The Sun Golden Knight, Chris Sutton, clad in golden armor, unleashed his signature Dou Qi technique. Although his wolf mount was not present, his dazzling golden Dou Qi transformed into a gigantic unicorn wolf. He thrust out his spear, seemingly piercing even the void itself, transforming himself and his spear into a golden streak of light that pierced through his opponent.
Finally, a duel took place, and a winner was decided.
Having gained Sun Fei's favor, Sutton received a cultivation method for the Sharp Metal type of Dou Qi, excerpted from the ancient martial arts manual of the God and Demon era, [ The Demon King's Sharp Sword ]. He also received a power seed planted within him by Sun Fei. In the past two months, he has made rapid progress. Although his opponent was of similar strength to Sutton, he couldn't withstand the suction of the Sharp Metal type Dou Qi qi and Sutton's unwavering fighting spirit. He was killed by this fatal move, his entire body turning into a bloody mess and exploding in the sky.
A thunderous cheer erupted from the city walls, like a mountain roar, a tsunami, and a howling wind!
The victory in this battle finally allowed the Zenit people, who were under extreme tension, to breathe a sigh of relief.
After leaving the battle zone, Sutton's chest heaved violently. This ultimate move had consumed a lot of his energy, almost completely draining his Dou Qi. He needed to seize the time to recover his strength in order to cope with the even more brutal battles to come!
"Haha, I didn't expect this kid to take the lead!"
In the midst of the battle, Drogba, disguised as an ordinary soldier, laughed heartily. His opponent was a giant over two meters tall wielding a pair of spiked hammers, also a power-based Drogba. The two clashed repeatedly, their battle as intense as Mars. With a Bash, Drogba took a heavy blow from his opponent, using the force to retreat more than fifty meters. He reached out, and a huge black bull-shaped tower shield appeared in his hand. Leaning forward, he assumed a Charge stance, shield on his shoulder, and roared. A giant golden bull phantom appeared behind him. After a slight pause, the two, shields in hand, transformed into a streak of light and vanished in a flash!
Click, click!
Across from them, amidst a series of crisp sounds, the giant man wielding a spiked hammer froze in mid-air. Then, streaks of orange-yellow light burst forth from his massive body, and he shattered into pieces of flesh and bone, falling to the ground like a cracked clay figure.
Another battle has been decided, with Zenit emerging victorious once again.
An eager cheer erupted once again from the city walls; soldiers jumped for joy, and nobles embraced each other passionately.
At the same time, several other battles also concluded.
Disguised as an ordinary soldier, Pierce, after assessing his opponent's strength, unleashed the [ Holy Sword Excalibur ]. An indestructible, invisible sword aura easily tore the opponent to pieces. Pierce, with his white hair like steel needles, slender figure, and murderous aura, struck a cool pose, took a step back, and displayed the demeanor of a master!
The assassin Philip Inzaghi, dressed in ordinary soldier's clothing, flashed and shattered his light soldier's armor. He flickered in the void like a ghost, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down, unpredictable and elusive. After toying with his opponent until he was dizzy and furious, [ Touch of the Yellow Springs ] swept across his opponent's heart and throat!
Before Inzaghi and Pierce finished their fight, Deisler, with his eyes closed, had already used a Spiritual Power technique to destroy the mind of his opponent—a grand mage with a rudimentary understanding of Spiritual Power. He turned this pitiful mage, whose nose looked like it had been stepped on, into an incompetent idiot, who fell from the sky and was smashed into a pulp!
This completely shocked even the Zenit on the city walls. Some people recognized that these four mysterious experts who suddenly appeared belonged to Chambord City. In particular, Drogba and Pierce had participated in the Imperial Martial Combat Competition and earned the reputations of " White-Haired Swift Sword " and " Black-Haired Berserk Fist," making them minor celebrities. As soon as they appeared, they were recognized by many people.
This was something many people hadn't expected. The former level three or four martial artists had now become top-tier powerhouses who the Storm Riders, capable of influencing the fate of the empire... Why did miracles keep happening to the people of Chambord? Many people couldn't help but think of that Demon God figure.
"Ah..." At that moment, a scream came from the sky.
However, he was the opponent of the bard Materazzi. Seeing his companions fall one after another, he was terrified and lost all will to fight. In a moment of carelessness, Materazzi turned a mouthful of wine into a water arrow and hit him in the chest. Blood spurted out immediately. He clutched his chest and fled like a stray dog, not daring to fight again!
The battle has temporarily come to an end.
The deafening cheers abruptly ceased.
Silence reigned atop the watchtower of the south gate.
Even the most optimistic Zenit soldiers and nobles did not expect that the final result of this battle between the twelve Moon Class powerhouses would be such a one-sided affair.
The victory came so suddenly; it's almost unbelievable.
"Hahahaha, you scum, weren't you clamoring to destroy Zenit? Come on, let's have another wave, I'll wipe you all out!"
Drogba and Pierce were both people who loved a good show, and seeing their enemies being so arrogant, they naturally became even more arrogant themselves. The two stood in the void, smugly provoking each other, looking like roosters wagging their tails, completely lacking the demeanor of true masters. As a result, Inzaghi and Deisler, who were originally close to the two, quietly moved away, indicating that they didn't know these two idiots.
However, this gesture caused the soldiers on the city wall to burst into laughter. The fear, awe, and tension that had been hanging over them vanished in an instant because of the two silly clowns' antics.
In the sky, the sixteen Moon Class experts looked embarrassed. For a moment, none of them dared to actually rush over. The strength and Dou Qi skills displayed by the six Zenit people just now made it impossible for them to see their true strength. If they went up rashly, they might just be throwing their lives away.
D'Alessandro's pupils contracted sharply. The scene surprised him as well. He could clearly see the true strength of the six Zenit Moon Class experts before him, but the precise control over Dou Qi and the Dou Qi skill displayed by his opponents shocked this second disciple of the Continent Martial Saint. This was clearly the shadow of the ancient divine and demonic martial arts that his master Maradona had been imitating and recreating for hundreds of years.
With a slight sinking feeling, D'Alessandro calmly flicked his fingers, unleashing six invisible sword energies that silently attacked the six Zenit warriors.
This is murder!
With his strength at the Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection, his sudden sneak attack would be completely undetectable to others.
Even Drogba and Pierce didn't notice it at first. By the time they felt the terrifying force approaching, it was too late to react. The invisible sword energy suddenly revealed a terrifying aura. The six of them felt a sharp pain all over their bodies, as if their muscles were about to split open and their bones were aching. They felt as if they were about to explode, but they couldn't Avoid.
Death's scythe had already gripped the necks of Zenit's six strongest warriors in an instant; with just a slight pull, all six would perish.
Materazzi and Sutton looked fierce, wanting to shout "despicable!" but they couldn't utter a word. Drogba and his three companions, on the other hand, remained fearless and didn't even struggle to defend against the incoming sword energy, as if they had something to rely on.
Sure enough, in the next instant, just as the six sword energies were about to blast into the six people's bodies, six transparent and invisible energies appeared from nowhere and blocked them in front of them without the slightest delay. The twelve terrifying forces that were impossible for outsiders to detect started a silent battle in that instant. Streams of hidden energy flowed in all directions, and the danger within was like a surging dark wave. If one was not careful, a monstrous wave would immediately follow.
Finally, after about ten seconds of evenly matched grinding and tearing, all the force dissipated.
The six powerful figures felt the pain that had made their skin ache and their bones feel like they were being pierced by thousands of steel needles finally disappear. Their backs were drenched in sweat, and they were on the verge of collapse. They knew that they had just had a close dance with death, the brutality of which was beyond description.
"I wonder which reclusive, unparalleled expert secretly assisted us?"
Sutton and Materazzi were both overjoyed, and a glimmer of hope rose within them. If a top-tier expert capable of withstanding D'Alessandro stood on Zenit's side, then the Empire might be able to escape this calamity today. Otherwise, even if the six of them had previously killed six Moon Class experts of the enemy, it would only be a temporary measure and would not be able to change the final outcome.
In the sky.
D'Alessandro's pupils contracted, his heart filled with shock.
"How could such a powerful expert be hidden within the Zenit camp? This is impossible! Even in the entire Northern Region, there couldn't be anyone strong enough to rival me. I remember before I descended the mountain, my master said that in this vast world, only a handful of old monsters could truly fight me!"
Barely suppressing the shock in his heart, D'Alessandro remained outwardly calm, his gaze sweeping across the city walls, trying to find the person who had secretly made the move, but to no avail. There wasn't even Moon Class expert on the walls of Saint Petersburg, let alone Great Sun-Rank Venerable who could pose a threat to him.
He carefully recalled the scene just now and vaguely felt that the strength of the person who made the move in the dark was probably below his own, which put his mind at ease.
"You, you, you... all six of you, step in and kill those giant rats for me..." D'Alessandro pointed to six Moon Class experts beside him. These six were stronger than the six Zenit experts opposite them, and killing them one-on-one shouldn't be a problem. However, in the next instant, he suddenly changed his mind and waved his hand, saying, "All of you attack together. Dealing with such a bunch of ignorant rats, there's no need to abide by the rules of martial arts duels!"
These were exactly the words that the sixteen Moon Class experts had been waiting for.
Since you, D'Alessandro, as the second disciple of the Continent Martial Saint, don't mind the humiliation of ganging up on others, then we naturally don't care. In any case, preserving our own lives is the most important thing. We're here to plunder treasures and magic stones, not to risk our lives.
Whoosh whoosh!
Sixteen Moon Class experts charged towards the opposite side like hungry locusts.
"Shameless! Despicable!"
"Where has the dignity of martial artists gone? Shameless, utterly shameless!"
On the city walls, whether ordinary soldiers or high-ranking nobles, everyone who witnessed this scene roared in anger. In the Azeroth Continent, where the strong are respected and warriors are supreme, such a sight was absolutely despicable.
However, the condemnation of the weak is pale and powerless.
Everything was in vain.
"Hahahaha, come on, I'm going to have a big slaughter today." Drogba and Pierce were not afraid at all, but instead laughed excitedly. Waves of extremely strange, distant, profound, mysterious and ancient Summon aura spread from their bodies, and a pale golden square box appeared from their bodies as it spun around.
This is the Cloth of the second-generation Gold Saint, evolved after the [ Madman's Laboratory ].
The box opened automatically, radiating thousands of golden rays. A magnificent golden bull and a golden goat with horns curved like knives galloped out of the box, then disintegrated into countless golden specks of light, which flew towards Drogba and Pierce like swallows returning to their nests.
Amidst a burst of golden light, golden specks transformed into the various components of the golden armor, enveloping the two massive, muscular men like lightning. In the blink of an eye, a strangely designed suit of golden armor, surging with mysterious power, appeared on their bodies. This golden armor, in both its design and structure, was unlike any other style of armor known on the Azeroth Continent. It tightly covered every vital point and joint of the human body, yet it did not appear bulky or heavy. Instead, it seemed as if it were an extension of the human body, full of artistic flair and beauty. The two Chambord men from Chambord, clad in the golden armor, seemed to instantly transform into Demon God, their towering figures impossible to look up to.
In an instant, the power fluctuations emanating from the two powerful figures surged like rockets.
The space behind the two instantly darkened, like a vast and mysterious universe, captivating all who beheld it. Suddenly, stars shimmering with brilliant silver light began to twinkle, forming the patterns of Taurus and Capricorn, transforming into totems and imprinting themselves on the backs of the two powerful figures.
This sudden scene caused the world to lose its color and left everyone in the world speechless.
People—including D'Alessandro —could not understand what this scene meant.
Almost simultaneously, Inzaghi and Deisler also completed the same Cloth Summon. Inzaghi Summon the Gemini Gold Cloth, four barely perceptible shadows hidden behind him, flashing by in an instant. Deisler, on the other hand, Summon the Virgo's Gold Cloth. He sat cross-legged in the void, holding a string of golden prayer beads in his hands, his eyes closed, softly chanting a strange melody, as if entranced, as if in a dream.
In comparison, Sutton and Materazzi paled in comparison. Both had just finished a fierce battle and their Dou Qi had not yet fully recovered. Sutton was better off, as he had the Dou Weapon given to him by Sun Fei. With full force, his momentum soared, and Materazzi had no choice but to bite the bullet and meet the challenge head-on!
Boom boom boom boom boom!
In an instant, a deafening explosion of energy collided and shattered, resounding throughout the entire world.
The six strongest Zenit warriors faced off against sixteen Moon Class invaders. Neither side held back, unleashing deadly attacks from the outset, displaying their strongest power. In the instant of close combat, the four warriors clad in Gold Cloth displayed an unbelievable fighting style, almost instantly obliterating one of their opponents...
Almost simultaneously, a golden streak of light shot out from within Saint Petersburg, carrying power far exceeding that of the four Gold Saint. A man in his thirties with a resolute face, long fiery hair, and golden armor, his entire body gleaming with golden light, forcefully plunged into the battle with unparalleled might!
"Flash-Lightning-Speed-Fist!"
The mysterious newcomer to the battle possessed unparalleled imposing presence. With a sharp shout, he unleashed a deadly roar like a majestic Golden Lion, its Teeth gleaming coldly.
With a single punch, countless bolts of lightning erupted from his fist, instantly transforming into a dense mass of plasma serpents that engulfed the distant battle. The speed of his punch was comparable to the speed of light, far exceeding the reaction speed of ordinary martial artists. A chorus of screams erupted as six Moon Class experts who had followed D'Alessandro were struck by the lightning-fast, dense punches, instantly blasted apart, turning into puffs of blood mist that exploded in the air, blood flying everywhere, bones falling...
On the walls of Saint Petersburg, cheers and jubilation erupted.
Everyone could see that this seemingly invincible Golden Lion had taken their side. The golden armor he wore was identical to that of the four Gold Saint from Chambord City, including [ Black-Haired Berserk Fist ], all exuding an aura of antiquity, mystery, and vastness, clearly indicating that he was also a powerful figure from Chambord City.
"It's Frank Lampard, the former top fighter in Chambord City."
Beneath the watchtower atop the city wall, the purple-clad girl Ziyan, standing beside the princess, spoke softly. Her strength had already reached the Seven-Star Class Pinnacle, and she could vaguely discern the lightning-fast traces of the battle within the group, recognizing the identity of the burly, red-haired man who had recently joined the battle.
The eldest princess frowned slightly.
The eldest prince Arshavin, whose armored body remained completely composed even when facing a formidable enemy like D'Alessandro, trembled slightly upon hearing this.
The two of them were among the first among the upper-class nobles of the entire empire to see the original Chambord City. At that time Frank Lampard, the number one expert in Chambord City, was only a Three-Star Class warrior. In their eyes, he was as insignificant as a maggot in a gutter. The so-called title of number one expert was more like a weak person's self-amusement. They were simply people living in two different worlds.
Now, even ordinary soldiers who don't use martial arts can see that Frank Lampard's strength has reached an unfathomable level. Even in this earth-shattering battle of Moon Class powerhouses, he stands out from the crowd. The Golden Lion's Teeth gleam with cold light, and under his Lightning Lightspeed Fist, there are almost no enemies who can withstand a single blow.
"His strength is probably already on the verge of reaching the Great Sun-Rank Venerable, and he only needs one more step to advance... It's truly terrifying. Such a rate of strength growth is probably no less than that of King of Chambord himself!" The purple-clad girl, Ziyan, couldn't help but exclaim, this was a martial artist's instinct.
He knew that all of this must be related to the King of Chambord.
Any warrior who follows King of Chambord will experience a monstrous increase in strength. Lampard, Drogba, and others are not isolated cases. Chris Sutton and that kid named Luffy also illustrate this point.
Long live Zenit!
Long live the Empire! Long live the Empire! Long live the Empire!
"Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!"
A breathtaking scene, a battle that seems mythical to ordinary people: the invincible figure of the Chambord warrior clad in golden armor, the thrilling spectacle of blood and bone splattering, the screams of the enemy and the triumphant laughter of their own warriors...
These dramatic scenes unfolding on the morning of despair drove the Zenit people on the city walls into a frenzy. Even the nobles, who were usually high and mighty, suddenly embraced and laughed with the ordinary soldiers around them, standing shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand, shouting and cheering hysterically for the Golden Warriors!
Amidst the cheers, something even more outrageous happened.
But before they knew it, several more figures appeared in the sky, standing in the void.
Some people recognized them, including powerful figures who had appeared in the Imperial Martial Combat Competition in the past, such as [ Son of the Wind ] Torres, [ Heaven-Splitting Finger ] Čech, [ Whirlwind Swift Blade ] Robben, and [ Giant ] Oleg, as well as unfamiliar powerful figures such as the young divine master Garcia and several elderly Moon Class powerhouses with white hair.
These people did not participate in the battle, but they watched intently.
They exuded a powerful aura, which seemed to solidify in the void, demonstrating their formidable strength and their stance.
These are powerful figures belonging to the Zenit Empire.
The situation is gradually developing in a way that no one had anticipated.
At least in terms of the number of strong individuals, the Zenit Empire is no longer at a disadvantage.
Moreover, even ordinary soldiers who were not skilled in martial arts could see that in the earth-shattering battle that was taking place, although they were outnumbered, the Saint of Chambord City, clad in golden armor, were displaying overwhelming strength. In particular, the red-haired man who appeared later, resembling Golden Lion, was invincible. With his fists, no opponent could withstand a single round before being reduced to a bloody mist!
"How so?"
In the midst of the battle, in the blink of an eye, only seven or eight Moon Class experts remained of those who had followed D'Alessandro. Each one was terrified and utterly devoid of fighting spirit. This was utterly ridiculous! Didn't the reports say that the Zenit people had no Moon Class experts? Why were so many suddenly appearing, and each one so ferocious...? If they had known this would happen, even with a god like D'Alessandro present, they would never have come to kick someone when they were down!
"Help!"
Moon Class expert let out a scream.
He exerted all his strength to escape the battle and flew towards D'Alessandro, only to be instantly overtaken by a bolt of lightning from behind. Lampard's Lightning Lightspeed Fist instantly killed the demoralized opponent.
A streak of light flashed across the sky as the remaining five Moon Class experts fled like stray dogs, their bodies covered in blood. They were as if they had just experienced a nightmare, utterly terrified and pale-faced. They were completely terrified; one of them even lost his bearings and plunged headlong into the city of Saint Petersburg...
On the city walls, cheers and laughter mingled together, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
In the distance, in the sky.
D'Alessandro's face was ashen. He couldn't understand why a small first-level empire could suddenly display such power. This was illogical. Putting aside other factors such as its foundation, Zenit's current strength alone was enough to make it a fifth or sixth-level empire.
Especially those Moon Class powerhouses clad in golden armor, who possessed some lost martial arts techniques from the ancient era of gods and demons, and whose strange illusions appeared when Summon their armor, shocked D'Alessandro even more. This was beyond the scope of ordinary Moon Class powerhouses. A trace of divinity was faintly revealed in these powerhouses, which was the most terrifying thing.
"These people shouldn't be from the Zenit Empire, but what force could possibly possess such powerful and terrifying warriors? They've actually interfered in my conflict with the Zenit Empire —are they trying to make an enemy of the Continent Martial Saint Mountain?"
D'Alessandro grew increasingly wary, slowly increasing his strength as he approached, and loudly demanded, "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Continent Martial Saint Mountain? Do you intend to become enemies with my master, Maradona?"
At this moment, on the opposite side, the battle had ended. None of the sixteen Moon Class experts were able to escape with their lives; they were all hunted down and killed, perishing in the Yellow Springs. A moment of greed and flattery caused these powerful individuals, who could have dominated a region, to pay the heaviest price.
This is the natural law of the Azeroth Continent, where the strong rule and the hunter reign supreme. Only the truly strong can survive in this cold and cruel world of hunting and counter-hunting.
All the Zenit Moon Class powerhouses had slowly gathered together, forming a human wall centered on Frank Lampard, who was wearing the Leo Gold Cloth, blocking the void in front of Saint Petersburg.
Materazzi and Sutton were the most battered, bearing multiple wounds, none of which were fatal. Blood stained their armor, but their eyes remained sharp and eager, clearly the battle had given them much inspiration. Materazzi, the Empire's foremost bard, had long been stuck at the High-Tier New Moon Class Pinnacle, unable to make further progress. Today's desperate battle had actually helped him break through his bottleneck and enter the Half Moon Class level, a stroke of good fortune indeed.
Drogba and the Gold Saint also had scars, but compared to the previous two, they were much lighter, just shallow wounds.
The second-generation Gold Cloth, forged from the Black Iron Essence and the Demon Remains, incorporates the Divine Runes technology mastered by the [ Madman's Laboratory ]. Combined with the protection of the power of the stars and the improved forging skills of the blacksmith Charsi, it possesses astonishing defensive power. It can protect the Saint's body to the greatest extent. Even if directly hit by an opponent of the same level, it can block 90% of the damage. This is the main reason why Drogba and others can only attack and not defend in group battles, and wreak havoc on all sides.
"Hmph, how laughable! You, the second disciple of the Martial Saint, have quite the audacity. Not only have you fabricated a colossal lie to frame my king, but you've also been relentlessly pressing me, constantly vowing to uproot Chambord City from the continent and make the imperial family pay a bloody price. What, now that we've reached the point of close combat, you don't even recognize the warriors of Chambord City?"
Lampard retorted with a cold laugh.
This was the first time this taciturn, genius martial artist had spoken so many words.
"What? You're all working for the King of Chambord?"
Even with his deep cunning and impassive nature, D'Alessandro's face betrayed extreme shock at this moment. He hadn't expected this answer at all; it was utterly outrageous. Had the world gone mad? How could such a small vassal state possess such formidable strength?
"What, scared now?" Drogba chuckled coldly, clenching his fist with ill intent.
D'Alessandro's pupils contracted sharply. He paused, then suddenly realized something, his expression changed, and he burst into laughter. "I truly didn't expect Chambord City to possess such strength. It has indeed surprised me. However, hahaha, this must be all your strength? Your strongest warriors have all come to Saint Petersburg to protect the royal family. I'm afraid Chambord City is currently completely empty? Hahaha!"
The laughter was filled with sarcasm and Taunt.
The master Bootlicker prison guard Oleg's eyes darted around, and he feigned a look of utter shock, exclaiming, "You... what do you mean by this?"
D'Alessandro wore a smug and cruel expression, sneering, "I'm afraid by now, Chambord City has already been turned into a sea of blood. Everyone, including every member of the royal family, regardless of age or gender, has been slaughtered. Haha, truly, their cleverness has backfired..."
Oleg trembled with terror, as if shaking off lice, and screamed, "What do you mean? You sent men to Chambord City? How despicable of you..."
"Hahahaha," D'Alessandro laughed heartily, his voice no longer able to conceal his smugness, and said, "I had already dispatched another force to slaughter the Chambord City, led by a Great Sun-Rank Venerable. With such strength, slaughtering an empty city without any powerful protectors is a piece of cake. Hahaha, this is what happens when you oppose me!"
D'Alessandro was prepared to revel in the pitiful expressions of his opponents' terror and panic by revealing this secret.
but--
"Ha, hahaha, hahaha, that's hilarious!"
"Oh my god, this is hilarious! Ouch, my stomach hurts from laughing!"
"Haha, this... this kind of idiot... dares to be an enemy of my king? Hahahaha!"
D'Alessandro was met with a burst of laughter from the dozen or so Moon Class powerhouses opposite him, especially Drogba and Pierce, who were laughing so hard they were almost crying, clutching their stomachs in exaggerated ways. In the end, even the Bootlicker prison warden Oleg couldn't keep up the act anymore, slapping his thigh and laughing wildly while wiping away tears.
The group looked as if they were watching a ridiculously funny clown perform.
"Damn it, you lowly rats, what are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?" D'Alessandro roared, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
Across from them, after the group had laughed enough, the young divine master Garcia finally suppressed his urge to burst into laughter. He casually tossed out a dark object and shouted, " The Great Sun-Rank Venerable expert you were talking about, is it him?"
D'Alessandro reached out, and an invisible force lifted the dark figure into the air. Upon closer inspection, he almost screamed in shock. The dark figure was none other than Albelda, the leader of the group he had sent to Chambord City —a powerful Anzhi Empire expert at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable.
This once-powerful expert, who should have been a force to be reckoned with, was now limp and unconscious, like a mangy dog whose tendons had been pulled out. He was unaware of whether he was alive or dead. His terrifying power, capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, had vanished without a trace, leaving him as an ordinary old Old Man with no Dou Qi spirit whatsoever.
An indescribable sense of surprise and fear instantly filled the mind of the Martial Saint's second disciple.
With a grim face, he released a wisp of power into Albelda's body. Upon careful observation, he discovered that all the Dou Qi channels within this absolute powerhouse's body had been destroyed. An indescribable and terrifying alternation of ice and heat was constantly damaging Albelda's body. His internal space was also completely destroyed, and not a trace of his Great Sun Class source power remained. His entire strength was utterly destroyed, and even if a god descended to earth, it would be impossible for him to recover his strength.
A powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable, standing at the top of the food chain on the Azeroth Continent, was transformed into a half-dead cripple.
"Who did this?" D'Alessandro demanded angrily.
His killing intent was hard to conceal. He had already sensed that the expert who defeated Albelda was a level below him and not worth worrying about. However, the strength and potential shown by Chambord City shocked him.
In that instant, for the first time, he felt a pang of regret for provoking the King of Chambord as an enemy. But what was done was done, and regret was futile. He could only make the best of a bad situation and use swift and decisive measures to eliminate the threat completely. Otherwise, once Chambord City truly grew stronger, his own doomsday might be upon him.
"You rats, you have truly angered me, utterly angered me! You will all die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, D'Alessandro unleashed his full power at the Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection. An indescribable, terrifying force erupted from his not-so-tall and robust body, causing the elements of heaven and earth to become violent. Invisible, transparent ripples spread through the void in waves, and even the laws and rules of heaven and earth seemed to be slowly changing.
Such terrifying power made D'Alessandro seem to instantly become the center of heaven and earth.
They became invincible and unapproachable gods and demons.
On the other side, apart from Lampard who could barely stand, the other Moon Class experts coughed up blood and flew backward, like small boats on a stormy sea, in danger of being swallowed up and submerged at any moment. Before such power, the Moon Class experts were like insects facing a dragon, completely powerless to resist.
"Hahahaha, a bunch of ignorant wretches! Do you think you can challenge my dignity just because you killed Moon Class powerhouses? Fine, I'll show you right now that the gap between ants and dragons can never be bridged!"
Amidst his maniacal laughter, D'Alessandro merely made a slight hand gesture as a starting position.
Instantly, even Lampard could no longer stand steadily. The Leo Gold Cloth could no longer provide much protection. He spat out blood, and the sound of his bones breaking could be heard from his body. He was sent flying like a thrown sandbag.
Lampard had already stepped into the Great Sun-Rank Venerable realm, yet he was still powerless to Resist. The others, too, were utterly helpless against the immense force, flung away like rice husks in a hurricane. Those with slightly lower strength, such as Materazzi and Sutton, were immediately knocked unconscious...
The heavens and earth trembled, mourning and shaking because of D'Alessandro's terrifying power.
The orange-yellow protective shield of Saint Petersburg, the [ Earth Goddess's Protection ], had protected and surrounded the capital for countless years. It was supported by countless magic circles and a large number of magic stones. However, under the attack of D'Alessandro's power fluctuations, it shattered like a fragile eggshell and quickly disappeared into the void.
Cracks appeared in the earth, and fissures spread across the city walls. The world lost its color, and the rising sun, as if afraid of the power of this Demon God, large-headed man, quietly hid behind the gloomy, leaden clouds. Darkness descended, and the light in the world quickly vanished.
This is simply beyond human capability.
Even an army of a million would likely vanish in an instant before such power.
On the city walls, hundreds and thousands of ordinary soldiers, unable to Resist such overwhelming power, were shattered and cracked, turning into clumps of blood and mud like clay figurines, falling from the walls. In the distance, the magic tower within Saint Petersburg, which had stood for countless years and was guarded by powerful mages, was also gradually collapsing and teetering on the brink of collapse due to the impact of the power.
Beneath the watchtower of the South Gate, various magical and Dou Qi flames flickered, barely managing to create a magical light barrier to Resist the oppressive power of this terrifying force, protecting the Crown Prince, the Eldest Princess, Paris, and other royal nobles within. At this point, retreat was impossible, and everyone within the light barrier channeled their power, gritting their teeth and enduring the ordeal.
Behind Paris, the mysterious figure shrouded in a black cloak hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not make a move.
The situation is extremely precarious.
Screams and wails filled the air.
The city walls were shaking and on the verge of collapse; murky mud gushed from cracks in the ground in the distance.
The Zenit people were on the verge of despair. They never expected that even with so many powerful warriors gathered, they still couldn't Resist the second disciple of the Martial Saint. This outcome was devastating, leaving them with no hope in sight!
"Hahaha, this day and this hour marks the end of the Zenit Empire! The Zenit Imperial Family will forever vanish from the continent!"
D'Alessandro laughed wildly.
For many days, the gloom he had felt from his defeat at the hands of the Sea Clan god Kluivert was finally released in its entirety. The thrill of controlling everything, taking whatever he wanted, and holding the fate of all living beings in his hands made him feel like he was floating on air, as if he had become the master of heaven and earth.
Suddenly, at that moment--
"Such arrogance! I'd like to see how you intend to make the Zenit Imperial Family disappear."
A majestic and domineering voice suddenly rang out from within the Zenit Palace in the distance, piercing through the invisible power fluctuations between heaven and earth. It resounded clearly around everyone. The moment the voice appeared, the earth stopped trembling, the dark clouds above the capital dissipated, and the elements of heaven and earth returned to normal. The power fluctuations that annihilated everything disappeared completely north of a hundred meters outside the capital.
"Who is it?" D'Alessandro's eyelids twitched wildly.
The sudden sound contained a power that sent chills down his spine.
The answer he received was 'Dragon'!
Countless golden dragons.
A noble and majestic aura, like that of an emperor reigning over the world, spread irresistibly from the Zenit Central Palace. A golden imperial aura began to permeate the air, and golden dragons soared out of the palace, their roars echoing through the heavens and earth. The dragons transformed into overwhelming power, attacking D'Alessandro.
"What's this?"
D'Alessandro was terrified. He stood in the dark void, with rolling dark clouds and shattered earth behind him. He made hand seals repeatedly, and an overwhelming power surged out, forming countless giant swords a hundred meters long. These swords turned into streaks of light and clashed head-on with the dragon.
In that brief instant, time seemed to stand still, and everything froze.
The next moment--
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!!!!!!
The power surge that swept across the heavens and earth exploded in the void, tearing space apart like thin paper. Countless thin, black spatial cracks appeared like the gaping maws of monsters, releasing terrifying suction. Rock and floods on the earth were sucked into them, swallowing the heavens and earth, and the whole world seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The power of the laws of nature continuously repaired the spatial rifts, and the black maw kept disappearing and reappearing in a cycle, until the explosive power fluctuations slowly subsided before it finally disappeared.
From beginning to end, an invisible force protected Zenit City. All destructive power would vanish instantly, like boiling water splashed on snow, within a hundred meters of Zenit City. In the aftershocks of this terrifying explosion, Zenit City remained unmoved.
The smoke and dust cleared.
D'Alessandro looked astonished and shocked, and was blasted back a hundred meters in mid-air.
Opposite him stood a burly, middle-aged man with long blue hair, silently standing in the void. His eyes blazed with fighting spirit, like a god or demon descending to earth. He was towering and unapproachable. The moment he appeared, he stole the limelight from D'Alessandro, becoming the center of all things in heaven and earth, the sole protagonist between heaven and earth.
"Is it... Father Emperor?"
On the city wall, the eldest prince exclaimed in shock, his face filled with disbelief, while Princess Natasha wore an expression of relief and sudden realization.
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First update.