Hail the King

“Do you want to know why the central magic tower collapsed within 40 seconds? And all your setups were useless?”

Lionel Messi stood on the ground and still appeared to be an ordinary person. Only a thin tear could be seen on the shoulder of his cloth armor, and a streak of blood was flowing out of it. Right now, the signature smile was still on his face, and it felt like he was talking to a friend.

On the opposite side, Emperor Yassin was engulfed in pure golden power of imperial faith, but his body was shaking and about to fall. Many bloody wounds could be seen through the white royal robe that had many cuts in it, and the blood that had a faint-golden tone was flowing out, turning him into a blood-man. When the blood that contained the power of a demi-god dripped onto the ground, it seemed like melted metal was poured into a snowfield. Many small and deep holes appeared, and smoke slowly floated out.

The four demi-gods of Barcelona such as Pedro stood behind Messi.

These four didn’t participate in the battle of the two unparalleled geniuses, and they also didn’t help the troops of Barcelona. The battle between ordinary soldiers had nothing to do with supreme masters. Besides, Barcelona was going to win for sure.

These four demi-gods still looked shocked; they had witnessed the prior battle close-up and were stunned to their cores.

Right now, that battle was over, and Messi and Emperor Yassin already returned to the ground.

The result of the battle…

Unfortunately for Zenit, Emperor Yassin lost.

Hearing the teasing question from Messi that sounded like a cat was toying with a mouse, Emperor Yassin nodded with a calm and composed smile and said, “Although I want to smash your fake smile, I already guessed it. It was you who defeated the three supreme masters of Chambord, and that is why they couldn’t come here to help. Hehe, however, I am interested in the answer to your question.”

The smile on Messi’s face intensified, and he beckoned at some people further away.

More than 40 people walked out from behind the collapsed central magic tower; they were the spies who sneaked into the central magic tower and destroyed the core of [Goddess of Earth’s Protection].

There were six mages who were at Moon-Class, 20 Star-Level Warriors, and some elite warriors who didn’t have powerful strength but looked tough. From their looks, it was clear that they weren’t Barcelonans. They should be the Eindhovenan spies.

The leader of these Eindhovenan spies was a woman. She seemed to be about 26 years old, and she looked beautiful yet vicious.

However, Emperor Yassin’s eyes didn’t rest on these people for even half a second.

Even if such a force successfully sneaked into the central magic tower by jumping over the tall walls, they couldn’t defeat the guards inside the tower silently and destroy the magic tower in such a short amount of time.

Right now, Emperor Yassin was staring at one person who had such abilities.

It was the Fourth Prince of Zenit, Chrystal.

Even though Emperor Yassin was severely injured, he still looked calm and composed. However, sadness clearly flashed on his face before he got composed again. He asked slowly, “Child, tell me why.”

Fourth Prince Chrystal’s face paled, and his body shook a little. Perhaps it was due to fear or shame, he opened his mouth and looked at this man who he loved, hated, and feared. In the end, he wasn’t able to say anything to his father.

“Do you know what you are doing?” Emperor Yassin looked at Chrystal and said lightly, “Do you know what you have done? You, truly disappoint me!”

Perhaps the word ‘disappoint’ pierced Fourth Prince Chrystal’s heart, he instantly raised his lowered head and shouted in angry with a wicked expression, “Disappoint? Disappoint? What else do you know how to say other than disappoint?”