Hail the King

“Long live! Long live the king!”

“Hail the king!”

Many fully-armed Chambordian soldiers who had been silent on the defense wall of Chambord City reacted to this scene. They raised their weapons and cheered. Like an erupting volcano, the roars of close to 6,000 people far surpassed the noises made by the Barcelonans outside the city who were several times their number.

To every Chambordian, King Alexander was an invincible god in their minds.

As long as such a king was with them, regardless of what enemies they were facing, these brave Chambordians wouldn’t back down one bit. Even if they were facing demons from Hell, they wouldn’t retreat in fear.

They were willing to die for a king like this.

This was a level of fanaticism that was similar to a religion.

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“King of Chambord!” Busquets said these three words slowly with emphasis, and his face turned serious. His peers around him also felt the pressure, and their expressions became grim.

Only the name ‘Alexander’ brought these people endless pressure.

Pedro still clearly remembered the Fist Spiritual Spatial Seal Array that was placed at the Bay of Byzantine. The golden sword energy array in the sky brought devastating casualties to the [Sea God’s Spear], and Pedro still recalled how much effort it took him to decode and breakdown the array.

However, it was only the strength that the King of Chambord left there a year ago.

“Now facing this terrifying man, do we still have a chance to win?”

To people like Busquets and Alves, after conquering St. Petersburg, they heard one phrase so much that calluses were almost growing on their ears.

“King Alexander of Chambord will avenge us!”

This sentence came from [Red Beard] Granello who was half-dead and still being tortured right now, Second Prince Dominguez who died heroically for the empire, many civilians, soldiers, generals, and nobles of Zenit who died in battle, and even the majestic Emperor Yassin whom the four demi-gods of Barcelona couldn’t defeat.

It seemed like every single Zenitian believed that the King of Chambord had the ability to avenge them.

Now, this man who held all Zenitians’ hopes finally appeared, and the way that he made his entrance was shocking.

With a slight push, he easily wiped out a four-winged battle angel whose combat strength was comparable to that of a god.

“How powerful is the King of Chambord?”

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“Hahaha! You came just in time! I was afraid that you might run, but I’m pleased to see that you aren’t going to be a timid turtle today. I’m going to completely kill you, a traitor of the Holy Church! I will let your evil believers see how you get torn apart by the four-winged battle angel, a godly warrior!”

Silver-robed Priest Infantino looked pale after he overused his strength, but he laughed without fear.

Different from others, he didn’t see Fei as a threat.

After losing many times when fighting against Fei, Infantino thought that the Holy Church had a clear understanding of Fei’s real strength.

“Oh? Really?” A mocking smile appeared on Fei’s face, and he asked, “I’m looking forward to such a scene as well. However, who is the real traitor? You can’t make that determination, and neither can Platini and Blatter, those two old dogs.”

“Arrogance!” Infantino shouted with a vicious expression, “If Pope His Holiness’ words don’t count, then whose do?”

Fei smiled and replied, “Of course… my words!”

Bam!

Before he finished speaking, the king reached out his hand and lightly waved it.