Hail the King Chapter 1083

Chapter 1083: Piazon's Choice (Part One)

"Letting a small fish escape and bring back false information to our enemies. This will shock and misguide Barcelonans."

"Eh, we could have waited until these b*stards got close to Chambord City, and all of them would be killed if we order the mystical gold war puppets to attack then. However, now that St. Petersburg is conquered, we have to use the mystical gold war puppets to shock the Barcelonans and make them a little worried. Then, they wouldn't dare to ma.s.sacre our Zenitians. This is the least that we can do for our people thousands of kilometers away."

"That is right. More than 20 magic puppets in Sun-Cla.s.s Realm are enough to shock the Barcelonans. Hehe, that kid tested our limit and thinks that the attack range of the mystical gold war puppets is only 2,000 meters. Hahaha! How can he know that the attack range is actually 10,000 meters?"

"The trap is already set. Now, we only need to wait for the troops of Barcelona to come."

"I hope His Majesty can come back in time."

Bast and Brook looked at the setting sun far away. They were calm yet a little excited, and they felt a little powerless and sad.

This war was going to spread to Chambord in the end.

According to the information that Old Aryang brought back, Emperor Ya.s.sin probably already pa.s.sed away, and Zenit lost its most st.u.r.dy line of defense.

From that moment on, Chambord City couldn't avoid the war anymore. The battle would occur for sure!

The fast light beam in the sky slowed down and turned into a figure. Then, this figure swayed in the air and slowly landed before Piazon and others.

This man was a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Barcelona. He looked thin and tall, and he was wearing blue and red armor. Right now, he was pale and lost an arm, and streaks of blood were still flowing out even though a layer of scab formed over the wound.

This man's breathing was irregular, and he was severely injured. That was why he couldn't even maintain flight and fell from the sky.

However, even though this man was this injured, his strength was still great, and he was invincible in the eyes of ordinary people.

He was Armando, the peak Full Moon Elite who escaped from Chambord.

The more than 100 Zenitian refugees were shocked by this scene, and they looked at each other and didn't even dare to breath heavily. With desperation in their eyes, they waited for the imminent ma.s.sacre.

Piazon was also extremely nervous, and he almost instantly showed his strength and attacked. However, after forcing himself to calm down and thinking for a bit, Piazon gave up the idea of taking the chance and killing this thin and tall Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Barcelona.

Since this man was a peak Full Moon Elite in his prime, Piazon couldn't instantly kill him even though the latter was gravely injured. Also, a battle between Moon-Cla.s.s Elites would attract other masters of Barcelona for sure.

Piazon had an important mission with him, so he couldn't be careless and take unnecessary risks.

"The vitality of Moon-Cla.s.s Elites is insane, and this man is at the very peak. However, he isn't able to regrow his arm, and blood is still leaking out of the wound. Who injured him this much? Inside the Zenit Empire, who could defeat him? Could it be that… the King of Chambord attacked him?"

While Piazon thought to himself, he was trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.

Armando breathed heavily. He frowned when he glanced at these Zenitian refugees, and those more than 20 terrifying gold puppets flashed in his mind. Since he was still feeling the excitement of potentially making it big, he didn't attack and kill these refugees.

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Chapter 1083: Piazon's Choice (Part Two)

Armando was a high-up peak Full Moon Elite, and he was proud of his status and wasn't willing to kill dirty civilians.

However, when he glanced at Piazon, his eyes lit up.

"This young Zenitian is handsome, and his body composition is great with a spiritual aura around him. Although he is a bit older, and he doesn't seem to have any cultivation strength, his talent is great. If he can have a high-level cultivation technique and start now, his future might be bright…" This thought flashed in Armando's mind.

"You, stand out." Armando pointed at Piazon.

The Silver Moon Knight's heart lurched as he thought that he was discovered. However, he could only adapt to the situation and walked out under everyone's stare.

"Could it be that I didn't disguise myself properly in some areas? And this peak Full Moon Elite of Barcelona saw through me?" Piazon thought.

Piazon slowly reached one of his hands into his pocket, getting ready to take out the scroll that Akinfeev have him which sealed the power of Emperor Ya.s.sin's full strike. He was planning for the worst.

"Kid, organize these people and put up this tent."

Armando didn't pay attention to everything, and he took out some basic materials for a tent from his storage ring. He was planning to heal himself, but he was used to the life of luxury and didn't want to heal in such a terrible environment that had chilly wind and cold rain. Therefore, he chose a spot and wanted to build a temporary campsite.

This peak Full Moon Elite of Barcelona was a little fond of Piazon, so he ordered this young man to command other refugees.

Piazon heaved a sigh of relief.

To the refugees, Armando's words were orders. Due to the giant gap in strength, any resistance would be meaningless.

Under Piazon's command, the group quickly built the tent.

At the same time, Armando had already issued a signal.

Armando wasn't only a high-level general in Barcelonan military; he was also an important figure in a Catalonia n.o.ble family that had a history of over 500 years. He had many followers and guards under him.

Soon, about 30 powerful mages and warriors under Armando's command burned their energies and rushed to this location to protect him.

"Don't kill these Zenitians; keep them for now." What Armando said made Piazon and other refugees heave a sigh of relief.

After pausing for a second, Armando suddenly thought of something and pointed at Piazon as he reminded his followers, "Don't trouble this young man."

"Sir, as you wish!"

Armando nodded and turned around before entering his tent. After setting up some defensive arrays, he quickly started to heal his injuries.

Due to the special care that this peak Full Moon Elite showed toward him, Piazon wasn't bullied by these Barcelonans, and he even got a small independent tent to himself.

"Hwooo!" The Silver Moon Knight deeply exhaled and calmed down for a bit.

Under such strict monitoring, Piazon couldn't sneak away. If he tried to leave forcefully and caused conflict, the enemies would notice him and chase after him, attracting a large group of masters. However, the longer that he stayed with Barcelonans, the more dangerous it was. The secret scroll concerned the future of Zenit, so it couldn't fall into the hands of Barcelonans.

The situation was dire!

"What should I do?" Piazon took out the three scrolls and stared at them. After a moment of silence, he made a shocking decision.

"You… you… your mom…" Pope Entus who was now lying on a bed and was about to die heard Fei calling him an old fart, and his arms and legs twitched as he stuttered and cursed.

Fei got close and recognized that this 'old fart' was Zhong Dajun.

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