Hail the King Chapter 1118

Chapter 1118: Barcelonans' Anger and Fear (Part One)

-The Western Region of Azeroth-

This was a mystical and vast land, and it has nurtured many top-tier masters and giant empires.

Out of all forces, the Barcelona Empire and Madrid Empire were at the very top. Their strength, wealth, and history were all ranked among the top when compared to all empires on the continent.

In the last 100 years, the Barcelona Empire valued the cultivation of talents, and it created La Masia Royal Academy, the so-called No.1 Military Academy on Azeroth, creating many shiny and unparalleled geniuses.

Out of all the geniuses, [G.o.d's Son] Messi was the most famous. He was known as the most talented genius that the continent had ever seen in the last 1,000 years. In just a few dozen years, he became the most powerful figure in the Western Region of Azeroth, and he could rival Continental Martial Saint Maradona who had been acting lowkey in recent years.

Since many super-geniuses such as Messi came out of the La Masia Military Academy, the Barcelona Empire was at a dominating advantage in the wars against its nemesis, the Madrid Empire. In the last three crucial wars in recent years, Barcelona crushed Madrid and almost surrounded Bernabéu, the Capital of Madrid.

Wherever Barcelona pointed its finger and sent its soldiers, the region shook in fear.

Under such great and irreversible momentum, Barcelona already secured the t.i.tle as the No.1 Military Empire on Azeroth.

More importantly, Barcelona had a close relationship with the Holy Church.

It was heard that Platini, an influential figure in the Holy Church, believed in the theory behind La Masia, and one-third of his bloodline was the Catalonia Bloodline.

Platini had a unique relationship with the Royal Family of Barcelona, and he supported the troops of Barcelona several times in public, defeating the troops of Madrid. Also, he had a close relationship with [G.o.d's Son] Messi.

Some rumors even stated that Messi was Platini's love child. This just went to show how close these two people were.

Barcelona was already the No.1 Military Empire on the continent, and it was a natural ally of the Holy Church. Therefore, Barcelona was like the royal guard of Azeroth. It was involved in several wars between empires in the Western Region and other regions, and no force dared to go against it when it issued an order.

However, such a giant force suffered the most unimaginable defeat in the history of Barcelona.

No one expected this outcome!

Barcelona sent four core generals, Busquets, Mascherano, Pedro, and Alves, who were all demi-G.o.ds. Also, more than 600,000 elite Barcelonan soldiers were under their command. Their enemy was only a level 1 empire in the weak Northern Region, but they actually lost! The result was that the expeditionary troop was almost completely wiped out!

When Busquets, Pedro, and Alves, these three former supreme masters, returned to Camp Nou with their cultivation strength destroyed, the entire empire became enraged! Sending these three people back was like slapping Barcelona in the face.

"How is this possible?"

"What exactly happened?"

"Who? Who stopped our military?"

"Could it be that the d.a.m.n b*stards of Madrid went to the Northern Region to ambush our warriors?"

"Is this a punishment from the G.o.ds?"

Hearing the tragic defeat in the Northern Region of Azeroth, the entire Barcelona Empire fell into a state of disbelief and anxiety. People ranging from civilians to n.o.bles all started to chat, and bedlam broke loose.

The entire empire was in a sad and angry state, and they wanted to seek the truth behind this defeat.

"This is an unacceptable shame!"

"The Imperial Military Headquarters must be responsible for this defeat!"

"Blatant negligence! They didn't do their job properly! As a result, more than 600,000 warriors of the empire died in another region due to the Imperial Military Headquarters' mistakes!"

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Chapter 1118: Barcelonans' Anger and Fear (Part Two)

"Who should be responsible for this defeat?"

"Revenge! We must punish the Zenitians! They must pay for what they did with their blood, and they better start praying now!"

"Wash Zenit with the blood of its own citizens! Wipeout all Zenitians!"

"Wipeout the entire Northern Region of Azeroth!"

The news about the defeat quickly spread in the Barcelona Empire like an unstoppable plague.

Barcelonan civilians and n.o.bles were already used to victories and wins.

Now, these people were like enraged hedgehogs and let out roars, seeking revenge. They couldn't understand how the expeditionary troop of Barcelona that was led by several supreme masters was defeated in such a shameful fashion, losing to the barbarians in the Northern Region.

Under the influence of extreme rage and shame, the entire Barcelona Empire fell into indescribable anxiety and became a little irrational.

The public wanted to seek revenge for the expeditionary troop of Barcelona, and they also wanted to hold the Imperial Military Headquarters responsible for this defeat.

The public believed that some people in the military headquarters were grossly negligent at their jobs or committed treason. In their minds, the weak Zenitians in the Northern Region were poor countrymen and couldn't have defeated the invincible Barcelonan military.

-Camp Nau, the Capital of Barcelon

The entire city was engulfed in an anxious atmosphere.

The atmosphere in the Royal Palace also seemed intense and serious.

Several hundreds of super influential figures of Barcelona quietly sat in the stone chairs on both sides of the palace, and their faces were so dark that it seemed like rainwater was about to pour out. Right now, they didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

In the middle of the palace, there were three stone beds, and the three white-haired seniors already changed into red and blue silk robes and were resting and half-unconscious.

Not a single Barcelonan wanted to believe that these three weak seniors were once the top-tier generals of Barcelona who all Barcelonans were proud of. Right now, they were so weak that it seemed like even wind could blow them into the air; they weren't the same supreme masters who brought endless glory to Barcelona.

When the expeditionary troop set off about half a year ago, some Barcelonans mocked the Imperial Military Headquarters for being too cautious, using four demi-G.o.ds and more than 600,000 elite soldiers to conquer a barbaric, foolish, and small empire.

Now, no one dared to say such things again.

The people who held seats in the Royal Palace were all influential figures of Barcelona, and they had great privileges in this giant empire.

Unlike ordinary civilians and small n.o.bles, these people had powerful backgrounds and great information channels. They knew that this defeat wasn't an accident as the ordinary Barcelonans believed.

In fact, when these figures read the detailed war reports and summaries of the defeat, every one of them felt their hearts trembling.

Only these people who truly understood the reason for the defeat realized that Barcelona deserved to lose this war.

More importantly, it seemed like the military of Barcelona that was unrivaled in the last long while triggered a terrifying enemy.

The King of Chambord, his warriors, and his military were powerful enough to threaten Barcelona.

Barcelona was like a strong boxer who wanted to punch down a beggar with a heavy punch but was instead shocked to find that the fist hit a heavy-weight boxing champion.

Right now, many people in the Royal Palace were looking straight down at the ground.

Even the top-tier officials of the Imperial Military Headquarters who loved to brag tightly shut their mouths.

Only a few military officers shot several glances at [G.o.d's Son] Messi who was sitting at the front of the palace.

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