Hail the King Chapter 867: How Can You Make Zenit Disappear?

“Who did this?” D'Alessandro asked angrily.
His murderous spirit couldn't be hidden. He already sensed that the master who defeated Albeda was a lot weaker than him, so he wasn't concerned. However, the strength and potential that the Chambord Kingdom showcased shocked him.

For the first time, he regretted making the King of Chambord into his enemy. However, since everything already happened, regretting was useless. Therefore, he could only quickly kill all his enemies here and clear the root cause before putting all of this behind him.

Otherwise, if the Chambord Kingdom strengthened even further, his doomsday would be near.

“Mice, you have truly angered me. Angered me! All die!”

As soon as D'Alessandro said that, he unleashed his full strength as a peak Burning Sun Lord. His terrifying strength dashed out of his body that wasn't burly, and the natural elements around him became chaotic and violent. Transparent ripples appeared one after another, and it seemed like the laws of nature were slowly changing in the area.

Such terrifying power seemed to have made D'Alessandro the center of the world, and he looked like a demonic G.o.d who couldn't be defeated.

Except for Lampard who could barely hold up, the other Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Zenit spat out blood and quickly retreated like small boats on the ocean during a ma.s.sive storm; they were in danger and might be destroyed at any second.

In front of D'Alessandro's power, the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites were like insects before a dragon.

“Hahaha! A bunch of ignorant bugs! Do you think that you can challenge me after killing a few Moon-Cla.s.s Elites? Ok! I will let you know that the difference between ants and a dragon can never be measured!”

As D'Alessandro laughed arrogantly, he made a gesture with his hands.

In an instant, Lampard couldn't stand still in the sky as well. The Star Saint Set of Leo couldn't offer him more protection, and he flew back like a punched sandbag as he spat out blood while cracking noises sounded from his body.

Lampard was close to the Sun-Cla.s.s Realm, yet he couldn't do anything about this, let alone others who were much weaker. Under the huge force, these masters couldn't control their own bodies, and they got blown around like straws in a tornado. Weaker masters like Matt Razi and Chris Sutton had already fainted.

The sky and the ground were both shaking and crying under D'Alessandro's terrifying power.

The orange [G.o.ddess of Earth's Protection] had been around St. Petersburg for many years, and it was being powered by many magic arrays and countless magic gems. However, under the energy surge of D'Alessandro, it shattered like the eggsh.e.l.l, quickly disappearing into nothingness.

Cracks appeared on the ground, and the cracks on the defense wall grew bigger. The sky darkened, and the rising sun hid behind dark clouds as if it were afraid of this big-headed demonic figure as well.

The light in the region quickly dimmed, and darkness approached.

D'Alessandro's power was beyond the comprehension of many people.

Even if millions of soldiers were here, they would be turned into ashes in a split second.

Thousands of ordinary soldiers of Zenit who were stationed on the defense wall couldn't resist such pressure, and their bodies cracked like dry mud dolls and got turned into meat paste, falling down the defense wall. Further into St. Petersburg, the magic towers that had been inside the city for many years and were guarded by powerful mages shook and gradually collapsed.

Various-colored magic energy and warrior energy flames burned around the watchtower on the southern gate, and they created an energy sphere, trying its best to resist the pressure. Royals and n.o.bles such as the Elder Prince, the Elder Princess, and Paris were protected in it, and it was impossible for them to escape.

Behind Paris, that mysterious person in the black cloak hesitated a little and didn't move.
The situation was really dangerous, and whines and cries resonated in the sky.

The defense wall was shaking violently, and it was about to collapse as well. The cracks on the ground got larger, and thick mud gushed out of them.

Zenitians were feeling desperate; they didn't expect that with so many masters here, they still couldn't handle the No.2 Disciple of the Continental Martial Saint. This outcome was depressing enough to kill all hope.

“Hahaha! Today, the Zenit Empire will be wiped out! The Royal Family of Zenit will disappear from the continent!” D'Alessandro laughed arrogantly.

All the frustration that acc.u.mulated inside him due to his loss to Evil G.o.d Kluivert was vented. This pleasure of having everything in his control made him feel elated as it seemed like he was the most powerful ent.i.ty in the world.

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“Such arrogance. I want to see how you can make the Royal Family of Zenit disappear!” a majestic, dignified, and overpowering voice suddenly sounded from the Royal Palace of Zenit. This voice penetrated that invisible pressure and clearly sounded by everyone's ears.

As soon as this voice appeared, the ground stopped shaking, the dark clouds above St. Petersburg disappeared, and the natural elements returned to normal. That energy surge which seemed powerful enough to destroy everything was completely gone from 100 meters south of St. Petersburg all the way to the north.

“Who is it?” D'Alessandro's eyelid jumped.

This voice that suddenly appeared contained a power that scared him.

Dragons were the response to his question.

A majestic energy sensation spread to the area from the Royal Palace of Zenit as golden light lit up the city, and many golden dragons flew out of the Royal Palace of Zenit. These dragons roared and dashed toward D'Alessandro, striking him mercilessly.

“What… is this?”

D'Alessandro was terrified. He was standing in the darkness, and thick dark clouds and cracked ground were behind him. As he made a series of hand gestures, streaks of powerful energies rushed out of his body and created many giant swords that were more than 100 meters long. Then, these swords dashed forward and collided with those golden dragons.

For a moment, it seemed like time froze, and everything paused.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the next moment, energy surges appeared in the sky, and s.p.a.ce got torn like a thin piece of paper. Many black spatial cracks appeared, looking like the giant mouths of monsters. Then, huge suction forces appeared, pulling the rocks and water into the void. It seemed like the entire world was about to collapse.

The laws of nature continued to repair the spatial cracks, and the giant-mouth-like cracks gradually disappeared. Then, they appeared again due to energy fluctuations and disappeared again. This cycle occurred several times until the chaotic energy calmed down.

From the start to the end, an invisible energy protected St. Petersburg. All the destructive force disappeared 100 meters away from the city like the snowflakes on a hot summer day, and this great city wasn't harmed further

After the dust settled, D'Alessandro got pushed back for about 100 meters in the air, and he looked shocked.

He was facing a burly, middle-aged man with long blue hair.

This man stood in the sky quietly, and battle-hunger dashed out of his eyes. Like a demonic G.o.d, he also looked majestic and invincible.

As soon as he appeared, he stole D'Alessandro's thunder and became the center of the world.

“… Father?”

Elder Prince Arshavin gasped on the defense wall, and he couldn't believe his eyes. On the other hand, Elder Prince Tanasha heaved a sigh of relief as she looked like she had a shocking realization.