Hail the King

Akinfeev now understood it a little bit.

Several years ago, during the battle at the peak of Martial Saint Mountain, the famous General Costakarta of Eindhoven suddenly went against the agreement and betrayed the Zenit Empire, joining the Martial Saint of Spartax and No.1 Swordsman Huntelaar of Jax and attacking Martial Saint Krasic of Zenit. Although the conspiracy was crushed, and the three people were captured, Costakarta’s daughter who came to St. Petersburg with him escaped from the search and got away.

Later, this woman returned to the Eindhoven Empire and became an influential female general. While leading the troops of Eindhoven, she blocked the siege put up by Elder Prince Arshavin of Zenit, helping the Eindhoven Empire that betrayed the Zenit Empire to survive.

Women were indeed crazy creatures.

Who could have thought that St. Petersburg, an ancient city that had blocked the troops and top-tier masters of Barcelona for a month, would start to rot and crumble under the hands of this woman who was only a Six-Star Warrior?

Now, all the questions had reasonable explanations. Questions such as how did the spies of Barcelona disappear when they got into the city? Why did the Fourth Prince walk with Barcelonans? And how did the central magic tower collapse?

Were all these events determined by fate?

“Alright, there isn’t enough time.” After hearing all the stories, Lionel Messi looked at Emperor Yassin and smiled as he said, “You know why this war was waged, and you know why I am here. Tell me the answer, and I will order the troops to stop attacking and killing, saving a trace of bloodline for your Zenit Empire.”

What Messi said sounded abrupt, and even top-tier masters such as Busquets looked surprised. They had thought that Barcelona was attacking Zenit since it was one of the steps on Barcelona’s roadmap to conquering the world.

“Could it be that there is an unknown secret behind all this?” the top-tier masters of Barcelona all thought to themselves.

Everyone’s gaze focused on Emperor Yassin.

Emperor Yassin didn’t pay attention to Messi. Instead, he turned around and looked at Akinfeev beside him. He smiled and said, “Only you appeared here. Does that mean the other execution knights have died in battle?”

“They… bled for the empire until the last drop of blood left their bodies. No one retreated; they were all true warriors.”

Emperor Yassin nodded and said, “I am confident in your abilities. However, you shouldn’t have come here. With your strength, you can leave here without a problem.”

After Akinfeev spat out a mouthful of blood, he laughed and said, “Your Majesty, I know what you mean. Don’t worry; I already arranged for that matter. The Third Prince will know everything.”

“Great.” The last bit of worry on Emperor Yassin’s mind disappeared.

“It has been about 50 years, and I can battle alongside Your Majesty again. I feel like we are back to when we were young, and the nine of us soared on the battlefields. Brothers like Doumbia and Miasnikov are looking at us from the stars’ embrace.” Akinfeev wiped off the blood on his lips and slowly raised his sword. He laughed and said, “Brother Yassin! Allow me to break the rule and address you as Brother Yassin! I will go first!”

As soon as Akinfeev finished speaking, he suddenly released radiant light and turned into a light beam before anyone could react. Then, he instantly dashed forward and became one with his sword, turning Lanji, the Eindhovenan woman who was standing not far away from him, into pieces. The hot blood and broken flesh spilled onto Fourth Prince Chrystal’s face, and he was so terrified that he screamed and backed away.

Boom!

In the next moment, Busquets raised his hand, and a streak of blue light flew out, shattering the radiant light beam that Akinfeev turned into.