Hail the King

[TL Note: This is a 3-parter since it is a 1.5-in-1 chapter.]

“Who are you? How dare you disturb the execution ground? Do you want to die?”

After a short pause, the Barcelonan officer who was in the lead suddenly stood up and shouted. Powerful warrior energy flames burned around him, and he and his peers instantly dashed over and surrounded Fei.

At the same time, the officer in the lead waved his hand and shot a warning sword energy into the sky.

“Surround him! Don’t let him get away!” A puppet Zenitian military officer shouted, and thousands of puppet Zenitian soldiers rushed over from all directions.

Incidents, where some Zenitians tried to save people on the execution ground, happened before, so they were all prepared.

The Zenitian civilians who were forced to watch the butchering of their peers all grasped, and they were worried about this young man in white. They didn’t want this brave warrior of Zenit to be captured and killed by these despicable Barcelonans.

However, this long-black-haired, white-robed young man didn’t even glance at these Barcelonan officers.

This young man only took one step forward, and something unimaginable happened.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

These Barcelonan officers who were powerful in the eyes of Zenitian civilians all exploded as if they were eggs that were smashed by hammers, and red blood and white bone fragments flew in all directions. They died without having full corpses.

At the same time, the puppet Zenitian soldiers who rushed over to capture Fei also suffered the same fate as those Barcelonan officers. Their bodies all expanded and exploded like over-inflated balloons, and blood and bones turned into mist before disappearing into the area.

It seemed like an invisible hand squeezed them all to death.

In just a flash, thousands of Barcelonan and puppet Zenitian soldiers all disappeared.

On the execution ground, the young man in white took another step forward, and his body flashed and instantly disappeared into the city.

On and around the execution ground, only those Zenitian civilians were intact as if what happened didn’t involve them. Even the splashing blood and bone fragments didn’t get onto them.

These civilians looked at everything that had happened with widened eyes and open mouths. They couldn’t believe their eyes.

Also, those more than 100 captives who were on the verge of death stared at the people around the execution ground in shock.

“It is Imperial Martial Saint Alexander! It is His Highness!”

“King Alexander of Chambord! He is back!

“The King of Chambord is back!”

Finally, some people recognized who that long-black-haired and white-robed young man was. They realized that this young man was King Alexander of Chambord, and they gasped subconsciously.

As time passed by, more and more people recalled what happened and figured out who that young man was.

“Mr. Martial Saint is here for revenge!”

“Did the Chambordians obtain a great victory?”

The silent crowd suddenly started to roar as if a spark of fire landed on a pile of dry wood that was soaked in gasoline. The fire was ignited!

King Alexander of Chambord! This name seemed to be a magical trigger! It instantly ignited the anger that Zenitians had been suppressing for more than a month. These people felt like their blood was burning in their bodies.

“Let’s follow Mr. Alexander! Let’s charge into the city and kill the enemies! We won’t be slaves to our enemies!”

No one knew who started it, but someone shouted with passion, and thousands of Zenitians who were gathered here roared and rushed into the city from the northern gate like a flood.