Hail the King Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Who Could Turn the Tide? (Part One)

Elder Prince Arshavin, Elder Princess Tanasha, [Demonic Woman] Paris, [Red beard] Granello, the Legion Commanders of the ten main battle legions, the Legion Commanders of the 20 new battle legions, the level 1 and level 2 n.o.bles who survived last night's operation, the essential members of the Royal Family, the top-tier officials, the six Executive Knights of the Imperial Knight Palace who survived through all the turbulence, Executive Knight Captain Akinfeev, the masters of [Iron Blood Legion], the masters of the Imperial Patrol…

All the influential figures of Zenit appeared on the defense wall.

The atmosphere was anxious and unsteady.

At this moment, everyone's heart was beating fast.

As that red sun slowly appeared and rose above the horizon, waves of terrifying energy surges appeared from afar. As if it were condemnation from heaven, it seemed like even the sky was about to collapse while this group of people got close to St. Petersburg.

The terrifying pressure was indescribable, and it seemed like the defense wall of this great city was going to be shattered without getting attacked.

Wherever this group of people went, the land cracked, the plants on the ground withered, the rivers howled and changed directions, and the light bent.

Finally, the Continental Martial Saint's No.2 Disciple D'Alessandro arrived with the 20 Moon-Cla.s.s Elites. These people didn't hide their hostility and desire for destruction, and they were aggressive.

As the sun rose, the crisis appeared.

In the face of the terrifying power which seemed to be able to bend the sky, everyone on the defense wall felt like giant mountains were cras.h.i.+ng down on their backs. As if tens of thousands of kilograms of force was pressing down on them, they almost couldn't stand anymore. If this lasted any longer, they were all going to fall to the ground on all fours, submitting to D'Alessandro's arrogance.

Those 21 G.o.d-like and demon-like figures slowly stopped about 1,000 kilometers away from the defense wall of St. Petersburg, and they remained in the sky.

Among them, one person stood out. Even though his figure wasn't as burly as others, his aura was as grand as a holy mountain, making others feel like he was invincible. His head was a lot bigger than others', to the degree where it was a little funny. But when he opened his eyes, two beams of G.o.dly light shot out and pierced through s.p.a.ce, s.h.i.+ning on the ground. Wherever he looked, the land split open, the defense wall collapsed, and a few Five-Star Warriors shattered like dry mud dolls and soon turned into clouds of dust.

It was terrifying!

To ordinary people, this man's power was no different from the G.o.ds.

"Is he the No.2 Disciple of the Continental Martial Saint?" Zenitians thought to themselves; they had never seen anything this terrifying.

After witnessing this scene which only existed in legends for them, Zenitians were all stunned. It didn't matter if they were n.o.bles or soldiers, ordinary people or cultivation masters; they all felt weak and powerless.

"Hahahaha! It seems like you have made your decision! This sure is disappointing, Poor mice, do you really think that you can defeat a disciple of the Continental Martial Saint?" D'Alessandro's voice resonated in the sky like a rumble of thunder, and the giant crack in the defense wall seemed to grow bigger.

"A little level 1 empire dares to resist me for a dirty mouse-like traitor of humans? Today, you have put an end to your own fate!"

As the booming voice sounded, sound waves dashed forward rapidly. The armor on the soldiers who were in the very front turned into sand grains, and rows of soldiers turned into clouds of blood mist.

D'Alessandro's power wasn't something that ordinary soldiers could defend against!

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Chapter 861: Who Could Turn the Tide? (Part Two)

The indescribable desperation instantly permeated in the air, enveloping Zenit's Capital St. Petersburg.

"Open the magic protective sphere! Prepare for battle!" Suddenly, a shout sounded on the defense wall.

There was a magical power contained in this voice, and it also created das.h.i.+ng sound waves. The sound waves that were coming from two different people collided in the air, and a series of transparent ripples that were visible to ordinary people appeared, creating clapping noises as if millions of soldiers were fighting each other in close-range.

Dents and holes appeared in the sky, and the sunlight was distorted and bent.

Finally, the terrifying sound waves of D'Alessandro were stopped 100 meters away from the defense wall and couldn't make any more advancements.

Also, this shout woke everyone up on the defense wall and got rid of their negative emotions. This voice contained peaceful and upbeat power, shattering the fear in people's minds and instilling them with confidence.

Finally, the people on the defense wall could react and process information again.

Elder Prince Arshavin issued one order after another, and the signal flags flashed, directing the counterattack of Zenitians.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

As slight vibration noises sounded, orange energy flames gradually appeared around St. Petersburg and rose, soon completely enveloping the magnificent city in it. This was St. Petersburg's grand protective magic array, [G.o.ddess of Earth's Protection]. The thick and firm orange light sphere finally gave Zenitians a little bit sense of security.

In the next moment, the magic weapons on the defense wall started to counterattack. Dashes of different colored light shot toward those figures in the sky murderously.

The battle instantly began.

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Since the decision was already made, there was only battle and no room for negotiation. This could only be resolved if one side bled out and got defeated.

Since no talk was necessary, then battling it out without holding back was the best option.

As Elder Prince Arshavin commanded in his deep voice, the powerful military started to attack. It was a weak move to use many ordinary soldiers and attack a powerful and unparalleled master, but none of these people regretted this as their honor was above their own lives.

As soon as the battle started, everyone put their hearts and souls into it.

The situation was intense, and everyone's heart was in their throats as they stared at those dashes of light that flew toward the enemies; they wanted to know if Zenit's most powerful magic weapons could pose some threats to the terrifying invaders. Right now, no one had time and energy to figure out where that shout which rivaled with D'Alessandro's came from.

"Hahaha! A bunch of bold mice! Great! Today, Zenit will be completely removed from the Northern Region of Azeroth!"

D'Alessandro laughed arrogantly in the sky. It seemed like he didn't even move, but those powerful and bright magic arrows that were shot out of the most advanced magic weapons of Zenit froze 300 meters away from them. As if they were icicles that fell into the lava, the magic arrows that were comparable to a group of hungry locusts in number hissed and disappeared while green smoke came out of them.

"Hiss…"

A series of gasps sounded on the defense wall of St. Petersburg.

These magic weapons were the last resorts of the empire. Even when the Ten Empire United Troops sieged this city and St. Petersburg was in danger, they weren't put into use.

The people were hoping that even if these magic weapons couldn't harm D'Alessandro, they could at least kill a few Moon-Cla.s.s Elites who came with him.

They didn't expect that these arrows were utterly useless.

What should they do next?

Who could stop the enemies?

Who could turn the tide?

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