Hail the King Chapter 864: Battle! Gold Saints!

In the next second, right before the six sword energies were about to dash into these six Zenitians' bodies, six transparent energies appeared out of nowhere and s.h.i.+elded them. The 12 streaks of terrifying energies that ordinary people couldn't sense battled each other, and the undercurrents collided and rushed out. Even though it looked like nothing was happening, the danger was great; a single mistake would turn the situation around.

After about ten seconds of intense and invisible battle, all the streaks of energies disappeared after canceling each other out.

The six masters sensed that the intense pain caused by D'Alessandro's streaks of energies disappeared, and they sweated non-stop, almost collapsing on the spot. They all knew that they were dancing intimately with the Grim Reaper, and the danger wasn't known to others.

“Who is this powerful master that helped us in secret?” Chris Sutton and Matt Razi felt lucky, and their hopes went up.

“If we have someone as powerful as D'Alessandro, Zenit might be able to pa.s.s through this crisis. After all, the six Moon-Cla.s.s Elites that we killed are nothing in comparison to the grand scheme of things.”

…

-In the sky-

D'Alessandro's pupils contracted again as he was shocked to his core.

“There is such a master hidden inside the Zenit Empire? This is impossible! There shouldn't be a master who can rival me in the entire Northern Region of Azeroth! Before I left the mountain, Master told me that in this big world, only a few old monsters could battle me!” D'Alessandro thought to himself.

Then, he quickly suppressed his emotions and didn't show anything on his face. He glanced through the defense wall and tried to find the person who helped those six Zenitians in secret, but it was a failure.

There wasn't even a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite on the defense wall of St. Petersburg, let alone a Sun-Cla.s.s Lord who could pose some threat to him.

After thinking back to what just happened, he vaguely felt like that person was still weaker than him, and he calmed down.

“You, you, you… You six! Go and kill those six big mice for me…” D'Alessandro pointed at six Moon-Cla.s.s Elites beside him. These six masters were stronger than those six Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Zenit, and one-versus-one battles shouldn't be a problem for them.

However, he quickly changed his mind in the next moment, and he said while waving his hand, “You guys can all go together. We don't need to honor the dueling rules for warriors when dealing with this bunch of ignorant mice!”

The 14 Moon-Cla.s.s Elites were all waiting for him to say this.

“Since you, D'Alessandro, are the No.2 Disciple of the Continental Martial Saint, and you aren't ashamed of bullying others as a group, we don't care as well. After all, our lives are more important. We are here to rob treasures, not to risk our lives,” the foreign Moon-Cla.s.s Elites thought to themselves.

Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+

The 14 Moon-Cla.s.s Elites dashed forward like hungry locusts.

“Shameless! Despicable!”

“Where is your honor and pride as warriors? Shameless! This is too shameless!”

On the defense wall, Zenitians from ordinary soldiers to high-level n.o.bles all shouted when they saw this. The people on the Azeroth Continent respected masters and admired power; such an incident where the rules of duels weren't honored was despised by many.

However, the anger and accusations of weaklings seemed pale and powerless; nothing was changed.
“Hahahaha! Come on! Daddy is going to kill to my heart's content.” Drogba and Pierce weren't scared; instead, they laughed excitedly as waves of mystical and star-like energy which was full of vicissitude appeared on them, and a cubic golden chest dashed out of each of their bodies while spinning.

In the chests were the second generation of Star Saint Sets that the Mad Scientists' Laboratory developed for the Gold Saints.

The chests opened automatically, and beams of golden light s.h.i.+ned. A golden and majestic G.o.dly bull and a golden goat with curled and blade-like horns jumped out of the chests, and they quickly disa.s.sembled into many pieces before das.h.i.+ng onto Drogba and Pierce like golden light dots.

The golden light became more intense, and the golden light dots turned back into components of the golden armor, enveloping these two strongmen quickly.

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In a split second, these two warriors were in their respective Star Saint Sets. Their golden armor was unique and different from all other kinds of armor on the Azeroth Continent, and the armor tightly covered all their vital points and joints. Instead of looking heavy, the armor looked like the extension of these two warriors and seemed like pieces of art.

As if these two strongmen of Chambord instantly turned into demonic G.o.ds, they looked majestic and mighty.

Instantly, these two strongmen's energy fluctuations skyrocketed.

The s.p.a.ce behind these two men suddenly darkened like the vast and mysterious universe, and bright, silver stars s.h.i.+ned one after another, forming the image of a bull and the image of a segoat. These two images stayed behind these two masters steadily.

This sudden scene made the sky lose its color, and everyone was stunned.

Everyone including D'Alessandro couldn't understand what was happening and what it meant.

Almost at the same time, Inzagi and Dessler summoned their Star Saint Sets as well. Inzagi summoned the Gemini Star Saint Set, and four subtle shadows hid behind him and quickly disappeared. Dessler summoned the Aries Star Saint Set, and he sat in the sky quietly with his eyes closed and legs crossed. He was playing with a string of prayer beads while chanting series of mystical melodies as if he were intoxicated.

In comparison, Chris Sutton and Matt Razi were far inferior. They had just finished their battles, and their depleted warrior energies weren't completely recovered yet. Sutton was in a better situation since he had the combat weapon that Fei gifted to him, and he used it to unleash his power like a madman.

On the other hand, Matt Razi could only try his best to defend.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Instantly, loud explosions resonated in the sky.

The six masters of Zenit faced off the 14 foreign Moon-Cla.s.s Elites who were invading. Both sides didn't hold anything back, and they used their ultimate techniques to unleash the highest amount of strength they could manage.

As soon as they collided, the four masters who had Star Saint Sets revealed unimaginable power; they each exploded an enemy almost instantly.

At the same time, a dash of golden light shot out from the inner region of St. Petersburg. A valiant-looking man in his thirties charged into the battle in a dominating fas.h.i.+on. His long hair was fluttering in the air like dancing flames, and he was wearing golden armor. He was much stronger than the four Gold Saints of Chambord present.

[TL Note: These chapters are a bit shorter in comparison to other chapters, but it will get longer afterward.]