Hail the King

“General! Long live the general!”

“Long live Mr. Armando!”

Vicious, violent, and excited expressions appeared on these Barcelonan soldiers’ faces.

Only Piazon who was standing beside Armando felt anxious and didn’t know what to do. He thought to himself, “Is Chambord City going to be conquered? Is the last line of defense of the empire going to be broken? Can’t Chambord hold against Barcelona’s butcher knife? Is Zenit going to end like this? What should I do? What can I do?”

Unprecedented desperation enveloped Piazon’s mind.

Explosions sounded in the sky one after another. The four-winged battle angel was unleashing his full power, and he was unstoppable. In just a flash, close to 40 magic puppets were destroyed, and they fell from the sky.

From the look of things, the magic puppets of Chambord couldn’t pose any kind of real threat to this four-winged battle angel.

Even if more magic puppets came, the situation wouldn’t change.

Piazon held onto his sword tightly and felt unwilling and sad.

Although he could continue acting from this moment on and save himself, and he could even be favored by Armando, a noble and a master of Barcelona, getting rich and famous, Piazon didn’t want that.

This young man talked to himself, “No matter what, I’m an execution knight of Zenit. Since the empire is about to die, I will die alongside it by sacrificing my life and honor!”

Piazon made up his mind. Once Chambord City was conquered, he was going to attack the critical areas of Barcelonan formations and try his best to kill as many enemies as possible. He was going to die for the empire.

Suddenly, Alves started to laugh excitedly in the sky.

“Hahaha! Dirty slaves of Chambord, you repeatedly refused to surrender! You are fools! Today, we will kill every single one of you once we break Chambord. We won’t even let dogs and chickens live! Hahaha! Poor bumpkins! Shiver! Be afraid! Scream! Hahaha!”

On the ground, all the Barcelonan soldiers raised their weapons and roared, waiting for the moment to charge into the city.

However, another voice resonated at the back of Chambord City at this moment. This voice didn’t sound angry but was dignified, and it rumbled in the sky like thunder.

“Dancing clowns! You don’t value your life! Today, I want to see how you can butcher everyone in my kingdom!”

Before this voice finished speaking, a golden light beam flashed by. Then, a handsome and dashing figure appeared on the battlefield in the sky, and no one could react in time.

The unparalleled power encircled this figure, turning into golden mist.

This prestige and power that didn’t belong to the mortal world could be naturally sensed on this man.

The black long hair, the spear-like straight body, the spotless white royal robe, the handsome face, and the faint smile that looked majestic… who could it be other than the Imperial Martial Saint of Zenit, the Human Emperor of the North, and King Alexander of Chambord?

At this critical moment when the kingdom was about to be destroyed, Fei finally made it back.

The king lightly reached out his hand and pushed outward.

Like a white giant fly that was smashed by a fly-swatter, the four-winged battle angel that dashed forward like a streak of lightning tragically roared as he shot back. Golden blood instantly flowed out of his body, and his body became broken and ragged as if it was going to disappear in the next second.

Instant kill!

Everyone in the area was shocked!

Even those two-winged battle angels who were pseudo-life forms and didn’t have intelligence were stunned by this scene, and they froze where they were.

“Your Majesty…”

Outside the watchtower on the southern gate of Chambord, Bast, Brook, and Old Aryang all had tears on their old faces.

“This… is he the King of Chambord?”

Piazon felt like his soul was ignited by what he saw in the sky, and he almost cried out loud.

Like a devoted believer who was chasing after the light in the darkness, he suddenly saw the energetic rising sun when he was about to give up.