Hail the King Chapter 1083.1

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.