Hail the King Chapter 1039

Chapter 1039: Zenitians' Victory (Part Three)

Tink! A green jade pendant that Pedro carried shattered, and he used this opportunity to dash out by more than 1,000 meters.

“Want to run? It is too late! Stay here!” Hazel Bank laughed, and the Death G.o.d Sickle in his hand drew out many mysterious arcs. After successfully striking, Hazel Bank followed Pedro like a bloodthirsty worm. The blade energies connected with each other and formed a dense net. The net blinked and wrapped around Pedro.

The Undead Mage was feeling frustrated. His strike landed on his opponent, but he couldn't chop this master of Barcelona in half. It seemed like his opponent had a magic item with him, and this magic item could stop him being killed.

Right now, Pedro was in a complete disadvantage. The chilliness he felt on his back already turned into pain. He knew that he was severely injured and had to be healed, but he had to restore his stamina since his opponents were tightly chasing after him.

After about a dozen seconds, bean-sized sweat drops appeared on Pedro's forehead.

This man had battled around the continent for tens of years, and this was his first time facing such a dangerous situation. The cold death touch of the Grim Reaper already grabbed his throat.

“AHHHH! d.a.m.n it! How come the situation turned to this? What should I do? If this net of blade energies last more than 30 seconds, I can't hold on…” Pedro shouted like a madman with a vicious expression, and desperation already appeared in his eyes.

However, a sense of joy suddenly overtook him. His opponents' sharp and tight-knit net of blade energies suddenly revealed a clear weak spot.

“Opportunity!” Pedro who was on the verge of death saw this, and his eyes lit up.

Right now, this man didn't even have time to think if this weak spot was a trap that his opponents set up. He tried his best and dashed forward, igniting his core energy. Then, he turned into a streak of fast light, and he merged into the void and disappeared.

Under the threat of death, this proud general of Barcelona ditched close to 50,000 soldiers and his honor and dignity as the head commander, escaping alone in the end.

“d.a.m.n it! My body as a mage is too weak! I have to admit that I'm too weak in terms of close-range combat.” Undead Mage Hazel Bank shook his head in pity. He squeezed this set of Death Sickle Technique from Dark Demonic Armor Basturk, and it was fierce and powerful, perfectly fitted for this giant Death G.o.d Sickle.

Unfortunately, Hazel Bank was a mage, and his close-range combat ability was weaker. When he used this sickle technique for a prolonged period of time, he didn't have enough stamina to continue, and weakness was shown.

For a supreme master like Pedro, that split-second weakness was enough for him to escape 10,000 times.

“Too bad that I can't use my undead magic. Otherwise, I would have killed that kid already.” Hazel Bank shook his head powerlessly.

Although the Holy Church was challenged, and people's religious belief wasn't as strict as before, undead magic was still a forbidden subject for humans.

Hazel Bank couldn't use his true strength. Otherwise, his battle with Pedro wouldn't last that long, and he wouldn't need to partner up with Lampard.

“I wonder how Lampard is doing?” Thinking of Lampard, Hazel Bank got nervous and quickly turned around to look since that red-haired, middle-aged handsome man was knocked away by the sealed power in a magic scroll.

“Don't worry; I'm ok.” At this moment, a calm voice sounded by the Undead Mage's side.

“d.a.m.n it! You can't just appear beside me without making a sound! It is scary!” Hazel Bank shrugged and dashed down like a bomb as he laughed, “Haha! Since even their head commander escaped, we can kill these enemies and make Barcelona taste the flavor of tears!”

The Undead Mage turned into a streak of light, and he flew close to the ground. Wherever he went, the Barcelonan soldiers exploded like fireworks. They died before they could scream.

These ordinary soldiers could never block the attack of a peak Burning Sun Lord.

Even though some Barcelonan soldiers had warrior energies, they couldn't last a second under Hazel Bank's strike.

Chapter 1039: Zenitians' Victory (Part Four)

Seeing the devastating scene, Lampard hesitated for a moment and didn't stop the Undead Mage.

According to the tradition of war on Azeroth, supreme masters shouldn't kill ordinary soldiers. However, since Barcelonans invaded Zenit, they followed the annihilation policy in the southern region of Zenit. They killed many citizens of Zenit, including white-haired seniors and young children, and they burned down cities and towns. They were like demons in human skin. Towards this type of opponents who already broke all the rules of war, sympathy shouldn't be granted.

In fact, this was why the Undead Mage attacked.

Without the backing of a supreme master, the fate of this Barcelonan troop was set in stone.

Second Prince Dominguez and Old Aryang didn't order the troops of Zenit to counterattack. Instead, they focused on the orderly retreat.

This battle lasted less than 30 minutes. The troops of Barcelona crumbled and collapsed. Like sandcastles that were destroyed by ocean waves, the ones who escaped soon disappeared from the plain like fish out of the net. Everything scared them, and they ran without stopping.

This was the first large-scale defeat that Barcelona suffered since the invasion of Zenit.

Some military officers and soldiers couldn't accept the fact that they lost to a level 1 empire; they felt like their belief in their empire collapsed, and they committed suicide. For these militarists, defeat wasn't acceptable, and it was equivalent to losing the pride as soldiers.

The other defeated soldiers escaped from the battlefield and only met the reinforcements of Barcelona after running for close to 500 kilometers.

“Hmph! What a joke! Didn't Pedro say that he has Catalonia Royal Bloodline, and doesn't he always feel superior and look down on us, the outsiders? What about now?” The head commander of the reinforcement sneered.

“It's said that Pedro ditched the troop and escaped…” someone said.

“Hmph! Although the head commander escaped, why didn't these soldiers battle to the death to protect the honor of the empire? How dare they retreat? Come! Kill all these defeated soldiers!” this command ordered with a gloomy expression, and demonic glints flashed in his eyes.

This man wasn't afraid of Pedro's prestige, and he was going to kill their own defeated soldiers.

“Mr. Alves, isn't this a bit…” Someone tried to dissuade him.

“I won't ever repeat my order!” Alves said in his cold voice as the murderous spirit appeared in his eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes.” No one dared to go against this man.

This record could be seen in the history books in later eras.

[On that day, Barcelona's [Sea G.o.d's Spear] and [Hand of Execution] fought with the same number of enemies, but the troops of Zenit in the southern region somehow defeated both legions. Commander Pedro of [Sea G.o.d's Spear] was severely injured and disappeared, and Commander Alves of the reinforcement legion who had a hostile relationship with Pedro tried to redeem the honor of Barcelona by killing tens of thousands of defeated soldiers. Blood stained the land, and corpses piled up into mountains.]

However, Barcelona didn't slow down the pace of its invasion. The Imperial Military Headquarters of Zenit finally reacted and moved ten legions, which were comprised of 300,000 soldiers, into the Southern Region Battlefield. However, Emperor Ya.s.sin and Zenit's G.o.d of War Arshavin both didn't appear in the reinforcements.

To Zenitians, one victory wasn't enough to cancel out the danger that the empire was facing.

More terrifying battles awaited them.

On the continent, no one believed that the weak level 1 empire could last more than a month under the iron hooves of Barcelona. It seemed like the destruction of Zenit would be seen after a month.

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-Meanwhile, in the distant [Banished Land], at the Vicious Swamp-

Fei was enthralled by the creation of the first 100 mystical gold battle soul warriors.

“You did well.” The king patted Basturk's shoulder in satisfaction, and the latter was extremely flattered and instantly kneeled. Fei shook his head helplessly and said, “Go and take [No.1] to [No.100] to execute on the plan. Before tomorrow's sunrise, bring back 20,000 silver crystals for me. You know what to do, right? Don't force the souls in these crystals. I want them to go back to the Azeroth Continent with me willingly.”

“I understand, my great and honorable master! Don't worry!”

Although Basturk lacked dignity, he was very capable. Soon, he got a plan and went to the depths of the Vicious Swamp with the 100 powerful fighters.

Fei calculated the time and murmured, “It is about time to return to the City of Behemoth.”