Hail the King Chapter 848: Ambush At Half-Way

[Support the translators and read on Noodletown Translations for free.]

“Haha! Yeah! Rumors are saying that the Chambord City has more than ten powerful Moon-Cla.s.s Elites known as the Gold Saints, and there are even Sun-Cla.s.s Lord protecting the kingdom. Ridiculous… Just think about it! Even its parent empire, Zenit, doesn't have such strength! Chambord is only a level 1 affiliated kingdom who recently came to people's attention. How much power can it have? In my opinion, these dirty Chambordians are like chickens and dogs in front of us! We should be able to kill them easily.” O'Henry who was about 30 years old was arrogant, but he was only at the New Moon Realm, and his realm seemed unstable.

“Yeah, guys, don't worry. Let's speed up the process. Our goal is to kill all the masters of Chambord and wipe out all officials of Chambord before Mr. D'Alessandro gets to St. Petersburg. We need to coordinate well and instantly establish dominance. We will let the people who are supporting this dirty Zenitian Alexander that this is the end for them!”

Zeman who was short and fat looked at Albeda, the only Sun-Cla.s.s Lord in the group, with a flattering smile on his face. His eyes were small, and his head looked like a mouse's. He thought for a bit and added, “With Mr. Albeda with us, even if the G.o.ds are protecting the Chambordians, they are useless in front of Mr. Albeda's power. We have nothing to be worried about!”

It was clear that he was flattering Albeda.

Many others instantly agreed with Zeman immediately. Those Moon-Cla.s.s Elites who hadn't gotten the chance to speak all showed their admiration for this Sun-Cla.s.s Lord from the Anji Empire. These people liked following the people with power, and they lacked the dignity of Moon-Cla.s.s Elites.

“We can't say these things,” Albeda replied with an arrogant, superior expression, “I heard that the King of Chambord is extremely powerful, and he is already a Sun-Cla.s.s Lord despite his young age. He is an extraordinary cultivation genius. Unfortunately, this person has joined the Sea Tribe and betrayed humanity. He is someone who deserves my attention, and I'm interested in battling him. However, we don't have his trace. Except for him, no one else could pique my interest.”

“Haha! That is right! Mr. Albeda, you don't need to do anything! This is just a level 1 affiliated kingdom of a level 1 empire! We can handle everything!” Zeman followed Albeda tightly and flattered non-stop.

“Yeah! We can do all the work! It is rumored that Chambord City is rich. After we conquer this city, you and Mr. D'Alessandro can take all the treasures! We are already honored to serve you!” Someone else flattered.

“No need; you guys can divide what the Chambord Kingdom has. It is only a little affiliated kingdom; what kind of treasures could it have that could attract the interest of Mr. D'Alessandro and me?” Albeda replied in disdain. Although the Emperor of Anji reminded him several times to not underestimate the Chambordians, he was a Sun-Cla.s.s Lord, and his pride completely disregarded this affiliated kingdom; he didn't think there would be anything that would excite him.

Zeman suddenly smiled wickedly and said, “It is also rumored that the two Queens of Chambord are unparalleled beauties. If we can capture these two majestic women, making them do ch.o.r.es during the day and sleeping with them during the night should be very fun and interesting.”
Light flashed in Albeda's eyes, and he nodded and replied as if he had thought of something, “That idea is not bad. The Royal Palace of Anji does need two maids who could do tough ch.o.r.es. If the Queens of Chambord are really that beautiful, they are qualified to serve my lord in the Royal Palace.”

Seeing Albeda accepting his suggestion, Zeman was elated.

A murderous and cold voice suddenly sounded in the sky without any signs, “How dare you offend my lord? You deserve to die!”

Before anyone could react, Moon-Cla.s.s Elite Zeman's head exploded like a smashed watermelon. The red and white liquid splashed in all directions, and a powerful master was instantly turned into a fat corpse as it fell toward the ground.

At the same time, several Moon-Cla.s.s Elites who were closest to Zeman snorted subconsciously as if a huge force also hammered them, and their face reddened immediately. The few Moon-Cla.s.s Elites who were weaker were shocked, and they screamed in fear as streaks of blood slid down their lips. They quickly unleashed their full force and alertly looked around.

“Don't move!” The Sun-Cla.s.s Lord Albeda who was in the center of the group shouted as his face changed color. Then, he waved his hand, and a streak of green lights flashed in front of him. At the same time, an invisible force collided onto the green light, and they both disappeared after a series of crisp noises.

“Who is sneak-attacking us? Show yourself instantly!”

Albeda instantly detected the source of that strange force, and he clawed his right hand and grasped toward one direction in s.p.a.ce. A vast amount of energy rushed out of his body, and it tore the s.p.a.ce in front of him. About 100 meters away, the s.p.a.ce rippled like the surface of a lake that was caressed by the autumn wind. After the ripples disappeared, four figures showed themselves.

Standing in the front, this young man looked to be 13 or 14 years old. He was handsome and looked vigorous. He was wearing a long black robe, and his hands were hidden in his sleeve. Although no energy surges could be sensed from him, and he looked like an ordinary person, his eyes were tightly shut, giving others a strange feeling. Right now, he looked a little angry, and it was clear that the terrifying and strange sneak-attack that seemed like the call of the Grim Reaper came from him.

Behind this young man, there stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman. She had long red hair, and she was wearing silver light armor. Even when Albeda laid eyes on her, he s.h.i.+vered subconsciously and sensed extreme danger.

Beside this red-haired woman was a handsome young priest with strong holy power on him. He had brown hair, and he was in a black church-style robe. Then, there was a handsome and thin young man behind him. He had long black hair, he looked like an elf, but a suffocating pressure came with him.

These four people stood in the sky and sneered, stopping these foreign masters like four tigers in front of a herd of sheep.

“Who are you? Why did you sneak-attack us?” Albeda asked angrily.