Hail the King

With Fei’s current traveling speed, the long distance between Chambord City and St. Petersburg, which was more than 1,000 kilometers, could be covered in a little over ten minutes.

However, instead of dashing forward with the fastest speed, Fei carefully inspected the regions along the way.

His spirit energy spread out like waves in an ocean, and the king was like a humanoid radar, scanning the areas along the way and picking up on all the minor changes from Chambord City to St. Petersburg.

In the beginning, everything seemed in accordance with the king’s guesses. The closer he got to St. Petersburg, the strength of the united troops of the enemies grew stronger. There were already many barriers set up inside the territory of Zenit, blocking the troops of Zenit from moving around freely.

Within 100 kilometers of St. Petersburg, most of the areas were under the control of the united troops of the Ormond Empire, the Leon Empire, and a few other empires. Regular troops and cavalier formations were placed in the area accordingly, making sure that they could reinforce each other quickly when needed.

Fires were burning everywhere, and streaks of black smoke almost enveloped the sky. Corpses were piled up like mountains, making the area look like h.e.l.l.

All the troops in the huge military towns of Zenit, as well as the troops from various affiliated kingdoms, were discovered before they could get within 100 kilometers of St. Petersburg. As a result, they were surrounded and exterminated before they could reinforce the troops of Zenit who were guarding the Capital.

It seemed like this was a part of the united troops’ strategy; they were trying to separate the troops of Zenit and destroy them one by one instead of letting them gather together.

What made Fei a little relieved was that he didn’t see any troops of Ormond moving toward the Chambord Kingdom. It seemed like the retaliation of the Ormondians was delayed for some reason.

On the way, the king didn’t show mercy and took out all the powerful enemies who were above the level of Four-Star.

During a war, showing mercy to enemies was equivalent to applying cruelty to friends.

Fei was in the sky, and the people on the ground couldn’t see him. As his spirit energy rushed out, he didn’t even need to move a finger to kill the powerful enemies. His strands of spirit energy formed needles and instantly dashed into the enemies’ heads, killing them immediately.

Fei put ends to about 40 enemy masters, and the enemies couldn’t figure out why their masters died. They fell into a little chaos.

Due to these incidents, Fei’s traveling speed slowed down.

About an hour later, he finally got within 30 kilometers of St. Petersburg.

Now, the number of soldiers in the united troops was high, and they were packed like ants.

Fei could feel the terrifying magic energy and warrior energy fluctuations from the direction of the Capital, and it was clear that mighty warriors and mages were fighting. The soundwaves of their battles traveled so far.

Vaguely, Fei felt like he heard the roars of tens of thousands of people, and the blood mist evaporated into the air, dyeing the sky around St. Petersburg the color red.

These b.l.o.o.d.y streaks of blood vapor looked like pillars that connected the sky and the land, and even the Sun was blocked a little. The bloodiness made it seemed like it was the end of the world.

This was the phenomenon that would only occur during huge wars where cold weapons were used.

It had been a day since the [Letter Office] reported the changes in St. Petersburg to Fei. Right now, Fei couldn’t imagine how b.l.o.o.d.y and terrifying the battlefields around the Capital were.

As Fei was about to increase his speed and dash over, he suddenly sensed something and lowered his head.

"Huh? Second Prince and... They haven’t charged into the Capital yet? It looks like they encountered some difficulties."

Loud roaring and battling noises sounded from a hill on the ground.

The envoy group of the Zenit Empire that went to Chambord hadn’t charged through the defense-line of the united troops of the enemies. Right now, they were surrounded from all sides as they were forced onto a hill, and they could barely put up a defense with the terrain and corpses around them.

There were about 300 people in the group, and only about 100 of them were still alive. However, at least 10,000 enemies were charging at them and trying to kill them.

Looking from above, it seemed like endless waves were slapping onto a reef, and this reef could be swallowed at any moment now.

"Kill!" [Red Beard] Granello roared and swung his sword, sending out golden sword energies.

His sword techniques were delicate, and he quickly killed three masters of Leon who pa.s.sed through the defense-line.

At the same time, since he used a bit too much force, a wound that was more than 20 centimeters long on his waist burst open after finally healing. Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his cape.

The intense pain made him single-kneel onto the ground, but he used his sword to prop up his body and didn’t fall.

Like a fish that was out of the water, he opened his mouth and breathed heavily, sucking in the air that was permeated with the taste and smell of blood.

Right now, Granello no longer looked like the man who was in control of Imperial Patrol at St. Petersburg. Rather than looking majestic and powerful, he was in a messy situation.

There were more than 20 big wounds on his body. Although he dodged and didn’t get his vital body parts injured, the wounds were still deep, and white bones were showing. Right now, they were only half-healed. His magic armor made from the best type of iron was damaged. There were a few holes on it, and it was loosely hanging onto his body.

Blood stained Granello’s body, and he felt exhausted. His lips were black, and a significant portion of the red beard which he valued was chopped off. In fact, that strike didn’t just chop off some of his red heard; it also left a deep wound on his neck. If he hadn’t dodged in time, that strike was enough to decapitate him.

Applying force onto the sword, Granello tried his best to stand up.

His vision was darkening, and his body swayed back and forth. He barely stood up, and he realized that more than two-thirds of the elite soldiers around Second Prince Dominguez were killed, and the ones who were alive were all injured with their weapons half damaged.

[Demonic Woman] Paris who was in her white dress and looked like a gorgeous G.o.ddess was also in a mess. Her body was covered by blood, and her white dress turned into a red dress. Her beautiful arms and legs had wounds on them, showing that she was trying her best to hold up as well.

However, in this significant numbers disadvantage, this woman who was intelligent couldn’t do anything.

Even though Second Prince Dominguez was in the center and was being protected, he wasn’t in a better situation as well.

His little disable dog named Oka was by his feet, and there were three b.l.o.o.d.y holes in his body; they were created by terrifying penetration arrows. The bodies of the arrows were cut off by the prince, but the heads of the arrows were still inside his body; he couldn’t take them out at this moment.

As a result of this, he felt intense pain when he moved as if someone were carving his body with a knife, and ordinary people couldn’t endure it.

Despite all this, Dominguez still somehow managed to keep up his n.o.ble temperament. With a smile on his face, he commanded the soldiers and tried to defend against the enemies. It seemed like the three arrows were in someone else’ body and not his; the pain couldn’t be seen on his handsome face.

Since Dominguez was this calm, the rest of the soldiers he had were empowered and motivated.

The fatigued soldiers looked at Second Prince of Zenit with admiration, and they stopped the attacks of the enemies with everything they had. Even though some of their weapons broke, they slowed down the enemies with their bodies. As long as they were alive, they were going to protect Dominguez.

Granello already rushed to the front and tried to block the attacks of the enemies with the terrain and the huge rocks they moved up the hill earlier.

"Your Highness, our brothers couldn’t hold it! How about we back off for now? We couldn’t charge into the Capital with the current strength!" he shouted as he chopped the heads off six soldiers of Ormond.

The 300 soldiers were all elites whom he picked from Imperial Patrol, and they were loyal, powerful, and had warrior energies. However, under the ma.s.s disadvantage, they couldn’t utilize their individual combat experiences that much, and about 200 of them had died.

Granello was heartbroken every time he thought about that.

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