"Wait, do you remember? I even treated you to a meal!"
Yalian III was a ghost, and although he was an emperor with a high level of self-cultivation, that was only in the eyes of an ordinary person with a certain degree of logical thinking.
For a Blood Progenitor Ancestor who is mentally unstable, acts on impulse, and possesses extraordinary martial prowess, composure and calmness will not bring him any improvement.
Yalian III sat on the ground in terror, backing away helplessly, his hands outstretched in front of him, trying to block the terrifying threat before him.
He was covered in cold sweat. He had always felt that life was too short, but never before had he felt that time was too long. His heart pounded with anger and contempt for the Holy Judgment Order.
"They were so powerful when they slaughtered our imperial family, but now that the Blood Progenitor Ancestor has come to their doorstep, they are all useless. Isn't this a typical case of bullying only when they are in their own backyard?"
Such a piece of trash was actually hidden away by that old Pope like a treasure; he's even in death trying to harm my Yalian Imperial Family!
Yalian III was terrified, but what he feared most came to pass.
Before the dust had even settled, a pale, slender arm emerged from the thick layer of dust before him and precisely grasped Yalian III's neck.
The once-arrogant emperor was lifted up by the neck with one hand, as fragile as thin ice in early winter, ready to shatter at the slightest touch!
"Hehehe..." Yalian III was about to beg for mercy when a sharp pain shot through his neck. Norton's immense strength made his neck bones crack and pop, and his entire body was suspended by the bones in his neck. The feeling of falling made him feel as if his bones were about to shatter!
With a sway of his body, Norton actually lifted him by the neck and brought him to his face. The hilt of the golden sword that Norton was carrying was even pressed against Yalian III's body, giving him a cold and heavy feeling.
Two dark eyes met Yalian III's fearful gaze, and the mockery and ferocity in those dark eyes plunged Yalian III into utter despair.
" Yalian III, the newly elected pope?"
My Pope, do you think you're invincible just because you're hiding within the Holy See?
I had anticipated your betrayal, but you shouldn't have betrayed me just when my plan was about to succeed!
No one can betray me beforehand!
Norton's festering face was pressed against Yalian III's cheek, his mouth close to Yalian III's ear, whispering words that caused Yalian III's expression to change drastically.
"Your Majesty!" With the movement of the two, the belated Royal Guard finally arrived at the scene. A group of heavily armored soldiers carrying silver crossbows stood outside, completely guarding the entire gate of the Holy See. Outside, the Holy Knight, wielding greatswords, smashed through the palace gates and, disregarding the life or death of Yalian III, resolutely charged towards Norton.
"Giggle..." Yalian III's throat bones cracked, and even a trickle of blood spilled from his mouth.
Seeing Norton's pale, inhuman physique and the fact that he was unaffected by the numerous greatswords embedded in his body, he finally realized a certain truth.
The restrictions on the mystical arts are far more important than the so-called internal strife among humans and the rule of imperial power!
His Majesty Adam's actions were absolutely flawless!
"Giggle... cough cough cough..." Perhaps because he couldn't breathe, Yalian III's mind became a little muddled, or perhaps because he knew he was going to die and had no worries, or perhaps because he truly realized the danger of Vampire as a non-human race, the fear on Yalian III's face slowly disappeared as he was about to be strangled.
After coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, a smug smile appeared on his face, which had been contorted by Norton's grip.
"Cough cough... Hahaha... Coward... You... are... a... coward, release the arrow!!!"
"Your Majesty!" The commanders of the surrounding royal army were heartbroken, but they were all soldiers brought by Yalian III, and their obedience to the emperor's words was terrifying.
Even though Yalian III was in Norton's grasp, even though he knew that Yalian III would surely die after the arrow was released.
However, despite Yalian III's command, his leader resolutely raised the command flag.
The Holy Knight ' charge, accompanied by a hail of arrows, rained down on Norton and Yalian III. As Yalian III lay dying in Norton's grasp, his face, purplish from being choked, still bore only a mocking sneer at Norton...
"Puff puff puff..." The silver arrow rain was like a waterfall of moonlight, dazzling and frightening.
Countless crossbow bolts pierced through the body of Yalian III, which Norton was holding, and then shot towards Norton himself.
Amidst the rain of arrows, Yalian III finally came to his senses at the last moment. Even in his final moments, facing death, his eyes were still filled with endless mockery towards Norton.
"Puff!"
A silver arrow pierced Yalian III's mocking eye and then shot into Norton.
"Thud!" The silver arrow struck Norton's festering skin with a sound like leather snapping.
Norton's festering skin trembled slightly at the spot where the silver arrow had been fired; the immense force of the crossbow had deformed the arrowhead before it fell to the ground.
A hail of arrows rained down, but apart from a few silver arrows getting caught in the crevices of his festering skin, the Pale Progenitor was completely unharmed. Even his dark, crystalline eyes were not scratched by the silver arrows!
"Whoosh..." Seeing that the rain of arrows had not caused any injury to the Pale Progenitor, the entire royal army was in an uproar.
Panic, helplessness, and fear have permeated the military ranks.
In the distance, amidst a Baptism of arrows, Norton, the Holy Knight who had rushed to the front, looked at the riddled corpse of Yalian III in his hands, his face now completely mangled and devoid of any trace of his previous mocking expression, and expressionlessly tossed it aside.
"He's quite an outstanding person!" Norton remarked with slight admiration.
His gaze fell upon the Holy Knight, who was now almost within reach and had already raised his towering golden swords. Finally, he stretched out his pale arms and grabbed the two golden swords that were stuck in his body, one on each side, before swiftly pulling them out.
"Whoosh!" With the flapping of his pale wings, his body shot towards the six hundred Holy Knight like a cannonball, wielding a golden greatsword.
"Boom!!!"
The Pale Progenitor suddenly clashed with the Holy Knight ' formation, and upon impact, the two sides were completely outmatched.
Even though the High-Rank Holy Knight possessed the strength of tens of tons, he was still sent flying by Norton's powerful swing of his golden greatsword in a single exchange. The two golden greatswords that Norton was holding were even smashed to pieces in the same blow.
A white figure forcefully carved a path through the ranks of the golden Holy Knight. As it advanced, one after another, severely deformed Holy Knight bodies were smashed out of the arena, crashed through palace walls, or even grabbed on the spot, drained of their blood, and then torn in two.
"Boom, boom..." The corpses of Holy Knight, drained of their blood, were thrown out of the center of the battle. The golden helmets with two small wings were even crushed into flat discs by Norton's hands.
Seeing the horrific scene at the center of the battlefield, the royal army felt only despair, fear, and horror all rushing into their hearts.
However, His Majesty was dead, his mangled body completely trampled into mincemeat by the Holy Knight in battle. If a king of a nation could possess such courage to face death, how could their so-called legion of knights not?
"Clang!" The Legion's Knight Commander looked at the deformed crown that had been trampled on, tears welling up in his eyes.
He drew his silver sword from his waist, brandished it, and shouted, "The dignity of the Yalian Imperial Family cannot be insulted! The crisis facing humanity must be eradicated! Soldiers, charge with me!!!"
Despite their fear, the Royal Knight Order drew their silver swords one by one amidst Norton's heart-wrenching roar and resolutely charged toward him.
"Fight for Yalian III!!!"