Hail the King Chapter 1015

Chapter 1015: The Grim Situation (Part One)

"Izabella, go and organize the retreat of civilians. According to our prior plan, if possible, retreat to the territory of Chambord in one go." While the soldiers around him were hyped up and preparing for battle, Constantine said to his queen, "The enemies are too fierce. I'm afraid that only the super empires in other regions of Azeroth have this level of power. The war finally came. Once Byzantine gets conquered, no other forces in the southern region of Zenit can stop the invaders. I have a feeling that we can only reserve a trace of Byzantinian bloodline if our people retreat to the north of St. Petersburg and rely on the protection of Chambord!"

At this moment, the young and beautiful Izabella didn't panic like normal people would.

She calmly nodded and carefully organized her husband's armor with her slender hands. Then, she smiled and said, "I will be waiting for you in Chambord City. You must live… our child can't be born without a father."

"Our child?" Constantine was elated after a short daze. "You mean… you are pregnant?"

Izabella slightly nodded and said, "In the morning before the celebration, the doctor checked up on me and told me that. Dear, I know that you have honor and responsibility as the king, but you also have to remember that you are the husband of a woman and the father of a child who is going to be born soon."

After a moment of silence, Constantine kissed his wife's forehead.

Seeing the guards and Izabella disappearing into the distance on a small vessel, the young king's grasp of his sword tightened, and his sharp eyebrows raised as determination remained in his bright eyes.

"Child, one day, you will hear the story of your dad, and you will be proud of him. To prevent you and your mom from becoming slaves to others, let me battle to death right here!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After the last series of explosions, those golden sword energies further away on the surface of the sea finally dimmed and disappeared one after another.

The fist spiritual spatial seals that the King of Chambord left behind were all taken out.

The cruel battle was about to begin!

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"Greetings, Mr. Pedro!"

On the flagship of the herald fleet of the [Sea G.o.d's Spear], Montoya and others who escaped from death single-kneeled before a figure who was dressed in red and blue armor, and their faces were all pale.

This man was only about 1.7 meters tall, but he looked balanced. He had short black hair and a square face, and he looked perseverant. His right hand held onto his helmet, and his red and blue cape fluttered in the wind. Although he didn't try, a high-level and serious aura enveloped him.

Warrior energy flames burned on this man, making him seem profound. However, the flames were flickering a little. This man used too much of his core energy when trying to break down Fei's terrifying fist spiritual spatial seals on the surface of the sea.

This man's name was Pedro Rodríguez, and the people of Barcelona liked to call him Pedro. He was the Legion Commander of [Sea G.o.d's Spear], and he graduated from La Masia Royal Military Academy. He was still young, yet he was one of the most important figures in this level 9 empire.

However, he was very low-profile. Compared to those famous generals of Barcelona such as Messi, Villa, and Xavi, Pedro wasn't famous, but his strength couldn't be ignored.

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Chapter 1015: The Grim Situation (Part Two)

It was heard that the unrivaled young lord of the Western Region of Azeroth, Lionel Messi, even admired this silent commander in the navy.

"I already know what happened. Montoya, you are too careless! Although Zenit is only a level 1 empire, don't forget that their emperor is Ya.s.sin, a demi-G.o.d!"

Although Pedro's tone wasn't harsh, his serious aura made Montoya and others shiver.

"Yes, I know where I was wrong, Senior Brother," Montoya said in regret.

Both Pedro and Montoya graduated from La Masia Royal Military Academy, and Pedro graduated several years earlier. Therefore, it was within reason for Montoya to call Pedro 'Senior Brother'.

However, Pedro frowned, and his thin and long eyebrows twisted together. "Shut up! There is no senior brother on the battlefield."

Montoya blushed and murmured, "Yes, Mr. Pedro. I know where I was wrong."

"You were careless and fell into the Zenitians' trap. The herald fleet suffered great losses, and that can't be overlooked. From now on, you are stripped of your position as the commander of the herald fleet, and you can reflect on your mistakes on a supply ship at the back!" Pedro said decisively.

"Sir, I…"

Montoya got anxious, and he wanted to say something. However, one of his henchmen grabbed him and signaled him not to speak. Then, they stood up, bowed, and backed away.

After leaving the deck, Montoya asked that henchman in displeasure, "Dylan, why did you stop me? Without the control of the fleet, how can I redeem myself? Alves that old dog is going to ride over us and do whatever he wants!"

"Sir, Mr. Pedro is your senior brother, and he is doing this to protect you," Henchman Dylan said with conviction, "You fell into the trap set up by Zenitians, and the fleet lost more than 800 battleships. Once this news gets back to the Royal Family, you will for sure be punished, and you might even be jailed. Then, Alves that b*stard is definitely going to throw more dirt onto you. However, as the Legion Commander of [Sea G.o.d's Spear], Mr. Pedro already punished you, so the Royal Family can't say much to that and will probably follow Mr. Pedro's decision. Therefore, you don't need to worry about further punishments."

"That is true." Montoya suddenly understood it but quickly frowned again. "However, now that I'm pretty much in confinement, how can I redeem myself?"

"Hehe, Sir, don't worry. Mr. Pedro didn't say how long he is keeping you on the supply ship. After all, he is your senior brother, and he also has the Catalonia royal bloodline. He is probably just punishing you to show others. When the time is right, you will regain control of the fleet, and you will have many opportunities to redeem yourself!"

-Further away on the flagship of the herald fleet-

"Although you are talented, you still need more practice. Montoya, quickly mature! Barcelona still belongs to the Catalonia royal bloodline; we can't let those outsiders have control over our military. Don't disappoint Mr. Puyol!"

Seeing Montoya and his men disappearing into the distance, Pedro turned around and looked at the fleet of Byzantine that still didn't retreat. Aside from being slightly surprised, he ordered the remaining 200-or-so battleships to turn around and attack without resting!

"Emperor Ya.s.sin, you must be the one who placed these fist spiritual spatial seals in place. Are you hiding among the fleet of Byzantine? That is perfect! Let me see how magnificent this legendary emperor in the Northern Region of Azeroth really is!"

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Chapter 1015: The Grim Situation (Part Three)

Pedro was battle-hungry!

He was at the back with the main force of [Sea G.o.d's Spear] in the beginning, and he dashed over and saved the remaining herald fleet after sensing the shocking energy fluctuations at the front.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When the two parties were about 500 meters away from each other, they started shooting.

The war had officially begun as the magic cannons rumbled and shot out colorful magic energy missiles into the air.

The battleships on both sides activated their magic shields, and the soldiers on the decks were running around and busy like ants. Various shouts sounded on the ships, mixing with the flag signals that were issued. Together, they made the atmosphere indescribably murderous and chaotic.

After the Mad Scientists' Laboratory of Chambord applied the advanced military technologies to the battleships of Byzantine, they were at an advantage in this long-range shoot out. The magic shields on these ships were stronger, and the magic cannons were more lethal. The two fleets moved from 500 meters apart to 20 meters apart, and that process took about ten minutes. During this time, three of the Byzantinian battleships sunk, but Barcelonans paid ten times the price!

When the two fleets were within ten meters apart, magic cannons were no longer effective.

In such a short distance, the explosions that magic energy could do would also damage the battleships on their own side. Therefore, both sides stopped using magic cannons since they all knew this, and they prepared for close-range combat.

At this moment, words were unnecessary.

The prior exchanges already made both sides extremely murderous, and they couldn't wait to kill each other.

"The Barcelona Empire!"

When the enemies got close, Constantine finally saw the heraldry on their armor, and his heart sank.

The Barcelona Empire was the most powerful force in the Western Region of Azeroth. In recent years, this empire obtained many geniuses, and its strength skyrocketed; it was becoming the No.1 Empire on the continent.

"Why is such an unrivaled empire suddenly attacking the Zenit Empire?" In Constantine's memory, the two empires held no grudges against each other.

"The enemy is an empire!" Aside from being shocked, Constantine started to worry about Zenit's future.

With Emperor Ya.s.sin and King Alexander, Zenitians weren't afraid of any other enemies. However, facing the Barcelona Empire… who could block them?"

"This is tough! Too tough! This is probably the last day that Byzantine will be around."

Constantine looked to the north and thought, "King of Chambord, if I die here in this battle, I hope that you can protect a trace of Byzantinian bloodline and save a trace of bloodline for the Zenit Empire!"

"Attack!" Constantine suddenly shouted as he leaped into the air, and the power of [Seven Injure Fist] was unleashed as he flew toward the enemy battleships.

Behind him, many warriors of Byzantine roared and followed their king, charging toward the powerful enemies fearlessly without hesitation.

"Emperor Ya.s.sin, where are you hiding?"

While roars and shouts sounded, the battleships smashed into each other. The soldiers on both sides waved their weapons and attacked. Blood spilled everywhere, and severed limbs flew into the air; the scene was tragic. However, Pedro stood at the top of the flagship and didn't move; he was waiting for Emperor Ya.s.sin who was 'hiding' amongst these Byzantinians to strike.

When breaking down the fist spiritual spatial seals, Pedro used a ton of energy, and his fear for Emperor Ya.s.sin increased. He didn't dare to drop his guard.

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Chapter 1015: The Grim Situation (Part Four)

He knew that facing such a terrifying enemy, if he didn't use his full force, he might be in danger of falling.

"Let the ordinary warriors battle it out! This is the fate of soldiers!"

Pedro believed that the warriors of his empire could obliterate the b.u.mpkins in this level 1 affiliated kingdom of a level 1 empire.

However, the reality was the opposite of this arrogant commander's expectation.

The more than 100 battleships of Byzantine showed superior combat capabilities, and the warriors of Byzantine who weren't that powerful appeared to be crazy. They fought fearlessly, and they would grab soldiers of Barcelona and jump into the sea with them even when their bodies were pierced. In the sea, they would use their teeth to bite the soldiers of Barcelona who were also in the water. As long as they were alive, they continued to battle like crazy animals.

Byzantinians had the upper-hand in morale.

"Seven Injure Fist!"

Further away, a handsome young king with a crown on his head roared. He was about 20 years old, and golden energy flames burned on him. His fist technique was dominating, and tiger and dragon roars sounded when he punched out. Every time he punched, dozens of Star-Level Warriors of Barcelona exploded. This young man was unrivaled wherever he went!

Even the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites in red and blue armor couldn't take more than one strike from him.

"Such an overbearing fist technique! Is he the [Sky Covering Fist] King of Chambord? A master of Zenit in the rumors? Such a young hero!" Pedro sighed in his mind.

The morale of this small level 1 empire shocked this arrogant commander of a powerful naval legion of Barcelona.

However, Pedro still didn't get involved in the battle on that level; he was searching for Emperor Ya.s.sin who was 'hiding' in the area.

The fist spiritual spatial seals scared Petro a little, and he didn't dare to be arrogant and act recklessly. Since fist spiritual spatial seals would gradually weaken as time pa.s.sed by, Pedro believed that Emperor Ya.s.sin was here. According to the information that Barcelona gathered on Emperor Ya.s.sin, Pedro believed that these fist spiritual spatial seals were set up by Emperor Ya.s.sin within a day; that was why he was so confident in his estimates.

Unfortunately for Pedro, even if he were dreaming, he wouldn't have guessed that the person who set up the fist spiritual spatial seals was the King of Chambord who he overlooked, and the person who he thought was the King of Chambord was actually only King Constantine of Byzantine.

Barcelona was a level 9 empire, and it was dominating in the Western Region of Azeroth. Although they were attacking Zenit for that mysterious reason, they didn't think that a level 1 empire could do anything against them, so they didn't do much investigation. As a result, they were going to suffer.

When a bit of light appeared on the horizon in the morning, the land finally appeared at the place where the sky and the sea connected.

Giant Swan Leona chirped, and it resonated in the sky.

The orcs who were sleeping instantly jumped up, and Pig Clan Chief Altis snorted twice before opening his drunken eyes. Then, he shook his head and was elated.

Altis quickly walked to Fei's side and said fawningly, "Oh, we are here! Look, Your Majesty. The [Banished Land] is right before us…"

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