Hail the King Chapter 1080

Chapter 1080: Waiting (Part One)

After the five peak Full Moon Elites of Barcelona flew away, the few saint seiyas who were hiding in the gra.s.s and behind rocks slowly stood up. They were using the stealth magic scrolls made by the Mad Scientists' Laboratory, and they looked at each other and felt lucky.

If top-tier masters showed up, their stealth would have been revealed. It was fortunate for them that only peak Full Moon Elites came this time.

These few people disguised themselves as ordinary refugees, and they quickly moved toward the direction of Chambord City. They weren't worried about these five Moon-Cla.s.s Elites; they didn't think that those enemies were powerful enough to cause trouble for Chambord.

As long as demi-G.o.ds didn't appear, no one could break into the tightly guarded Chambord. Anyone who tried doing it would be stupid; it was like smashing a rock with eggs.

Every warrior of Chambord believed that the defense of Chambord was numerous times stronger than that of St. Petersburg.

At the same time, at a place 400 kilometers away from Dual-Tower Mountain.

A young man who seemed to be less than 20 years old mixed into a group of anxious and fearful refugees, and he walked in the rain and moved toward Chambord City while staggering a little.

This young man had thick, black, short hair, and he was wearing ragged clothes. Right now, he wasn't wearing any shoes, and he was helping an old granny who was more than 50 years old to walk forward. While he was covered in dirt and mud, he looked around cautiously. His eyes were shiny and clear, and he appeared to be faking the anxiousness on his face. Instead, it seemed like he was afraid of something.

This young man was Silver Moon Knight Piazon, one of the ten execution knights of Zenit.

After receiving the secret order from Knight Captain Akinfeev on the night of bleeding a day ago, Piazon endured his anger and frustration and disguised into a refugee before mixing himself into the crowd. After escaping out of St. Petersburg through the northern gate that was surrounded by enemies, he traveled north and rushed towards Chambord City.

Since Barcelonans were chasing after officials, n.o.bles, warriors, and mages of Zenit and trying to kill them, Piazon didn't dare to reveal his true strength; he saw several tragic incidents himself.

Several warriors who were above Seven-Star tried to dash away using their warrior energy, but their energy fluctuations attracted the attention of the masters of Barcelona. Those warriors were chased and hunted down.

Also, several Five-Star and Six-Star Mages tried to fly into the sky using magic energy, but they were also killed since their energy fluctuations attracted unwanted attention.

"Barcelonans seem to have a unique method of detecting energy fluctuations, and they can instantly sense any warrior energy or magic energy fluctuations within hundreds of kilometers of them. These enemies are trying to kill the elites of Zenit and wipe out all the talented figures. It is a cruel strategy. Also, even Emperor Ya.s.sin wasn't able to get away. It means that a terrifying figure appeared on the side of Barcelona."

Piazon was a smart young man, and he quickly reached the conclusion after observing for a bit. He wasn't afraid of masters of Barcelona chasing him. However, if he ran into a supreme master of Barcelona and got killed, the secret scroll that Akinfeev gave him wouldn't be delivered to Chambord. If that happened, he would be one of the guiltiest figures of Zenit.

Therefore, although Piazon was extremely anxious, he suppressed his emotions with his logic and completely sealed his strength. He only relied on his physical strength, and he mixed in with the refugees and moved north one step at a time.

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Chapter 1080: Waiting (Part Two)

This was the dumbest method, but it was also the safest.

After about five hours, white light appeared on the horizon, and the stars started to dim in the sky. A new day was about to be here.

The refugee group moved forward extremely slowly. In the last five hours, the group moved forward for less than 60 kilometers.

Although they couldn't see St. Petersburg that was burning in blazing flames when they turned their heads, they could still see light beams flashing in the sky. It was the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Barcelona chasing after the more powerful members of Zenit.

Of course, those masters of Barcelona weren't interested in killing these weak refugees.

The ordinary troops of Barcelona were temporarily tied down by the treasures in St. Petersburg, a city that had a history of several hundred years. Right now, the ordinary soldiers of Barcelona were still burning down places, killing Zenitians, and robbing treasures; they were doing whatever they wanted to this old city, venting their negative emotions. This pleasure was just as alluring and enjoyable as a man conquering a haughty and cold beauty with more violent means.

Piazon estimated that after one more day, the ordinary soldiers of Barcelona would have 'digested' the entirety of St. Petersburg, and the ma.s.s-scale chase and headhunt would begin.

Therefore, the next day was crucial.

"I have to think of a way to get to Chambord City as fast as I can, and I have to pa.s.s the secret scroll to the King of Chambord. Otherwise, once the troops of Barcelona invade the northern region and surround Chambord, this kingdom wouldn't last long. By then, it would be even tougher to give this secret scroll to the King of Chambord," Piazon thought to himself.

At this moment, several streaks of light flashed by. A few Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Barcelona flew over in the sky.

-The Banished Land, the Hotel Zone in the City of Behemoth-

Pope Entus was standing before the building where Fei was cultivating in seclusion, and he jumped around and cursed in Mandarin.

By now, the pope was already silver-haired with many wrinkles on his face so deep it was as if carving knives left those marks.

It seemed like time pa.s.sed ten times if not 100 times faster on Pope Entus compared to other people. Only about a month has pa.s.sed, and Pope Entus turned from a handsome young fox-man to a senior who was on the verge of death. The only thing that distinguished Entus from a senior was that his eyes were still clear, and he was high-spirited when he cursed.

Behind Entus, Valkyrie Elena and others also seemed anxious.

Torres just returned and brought back the news regarding the Northern Region of Azeroth and the Zenit Empire.

All Chambordians here knew about Barcelona's invasion. Without a question, Chambord was in a dire situation as well. However, the king was still in the midst of his cultivation, and no one knew when he was going to come out.

Right now, many important things were happening, and everyone was waiting on Fei to make the decisions. Although Head Minister Bast and Military Commander Brook could operate Chambord with all the officials, the king was still needed when big events took place.

"31 days have already pa.s.sed. This is the longest that His Majesty has cultivated in seclusion."

"The situation is dire. Should we go in and wake up His Majesty?"

"Yeah, if everything is delayed, it will be too late!"

People like Pierce and Drogba discussed amongst themselves anxiously, and they wanted to go in and wake up the king.

"No, let's keep on waiting." Valkyrie Elena's att.i.tude was clear; no one could disturb Fei's cultivation.

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