Chapter 1260 - 503: Submission of Evil Demons

Behind him, Lampelucci and Lancelot, both wore expressions of panic and unease on their faces.

Although they didn’t say it out loud, they were well aware in their hearts.

This time, they were afraid they’ve indeed kicked the iron plate...

[Host, things seem to be getting more interesting.]

The Persuasion System suddenly spoke, with a hint of sarcasm in its tone.

[That Monarch of the Darknight, might be quite a formidable opponent.]

[When the time comes, don’t get crushed by him ~]

"Heh, I’m really looking forward to it."

Zhang Beixing chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Despite not knowing the background of the Monarch of the Darknight, he felt no fear.

With his current strength, regardless of how strong the opponent is, how much stronger can they be?

What’s more, beside him, there was an enigmatic presence...

Thinking of this, Zhang Beixing’s pace quickened even more.

Meanwhile, inside a certain eerie and dark cave.

Countless dark figures stood solemnly on either side.

They wore black robes, their faces pale as paper.

Fangs bared, murderous aura pervading.

Not others, but the long-dwelling Demon Race!

And in the deepest part of the cave, a man clad in black armor, sat on the throne.

He was tall, with a dignified air between his brows.

It was none other than the Demon Race King, Holt!

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice broke the silence of the cave.

A terrified-looking demon stumbled in.

"What’s happened? How improper is this panic!"

Holt frowned, his tone displeased.

"Your Majesty, I just received word, the Vampire clan has encountered a great enemy and suffered heavy losses!"

The demon reported nervously, his voice trembling.

Holt suddenly stood, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Who is it? Who dares to provoke our allies?"

"It’s said to be a human named Zhang Beixing..."

The demon swallowed hard, cautiously answered.

"A mere human dares to be so arrogant?"

Holt snorted coldly, filled with murderous intent.

"Someone, send troops immediately, assist the Vampire clan to kill this boy! Make sure to tear him to pieces!"

The nearby elite demons responded in unison.

In an instant, countless shadows, like phantoms, vanished outside the cave.

"Zhang Beixing, just you wait. I’ll be coming for you!"

Holt clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

Who would’ve thought, the mighty Demon Race King would go to such lengths for a human.

...

Several days later, Zhang Beixing, leading his team, once again arrived outside the vampire castle.

"Zhang Beixing, you’re finally here!"

Lampelucci greeted with a sullen face.

"What? The Monarch of the Darknight, isn’t he supposed to aid you?"

Zhang Beixing smirked casually.

"You..."

Lampelucci was speechless, yet couldn’t refute.

In fact, they had sent people to summon him several times.

But the Monarch of the Darknight remained elusive, as if he vanished into thin air.

"Alright, no more nonsense."

Zhang Beixing waved his hand, interrupting him.

"There’s nothing much to say between us. Today, I’ve come to take your head!"

With that, he coldly smiled.

Behind him, the Angel’s Wing suddenly unfolded.

A piercing killing intent suddenly spread outside the castle.

"How dare you!"

Lancelot was enraged, his eyes full of killing intent.

"How dare you insult the Vampire clan at will!"

"Everyone, attack, slay this arrogant human here!"

Before the words fell, countless shadows suddenly plunged out of the castle.

They were the elite vampires, fierce and murderous.

"Master, enemies attack! We’re ready to fight at any time!"

Richard stepped forward, his expression resolute.

"Hmph, these few people, are of no concern."

Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, calm and composed.

Yet at this moment, a demon’s shadow suddenly appeared in the distance.

"Vampire clan, King Holt has come to assist you!"

The demon raised his long spear, spoke grimly.

As soon as the words fell, countless shadows surged like a tide from behind him.

It was actually the army of the Demon Race!

"Demon Race?! Why are they here too?"

Richard exclaimed in shock, his face changing drastically.

"Hahaha, with the demon race’s assistance, this human boy is surely doomed!"

Lampelucci laughed loudly, arrogantly.

Seeing the situation increasingly unfavorable to them, Richard and Alina both showed worry.

However, Zhang Beixing remained unmoved.

There was even a hint of casual smile on his face.

"Just these troops, dare to be arrogant before me?"

He sneered, his whole body exuding an overwhelming dominance.

"I want to see what skills you demons and monsters have!"

With that, he leaped into the sky.

Shooting into the clouds, behind him the giant Angel’s Wing glowed brightly.

Like a brilliant sun, dazzling Lampelucci and others, rendering them unable to open their eyes.

"Kill them all!"

Zhang Beixing shouted, his arms fiercely spread open.

In an instant, a terrifying wave of energy burst forth!

Countless vampires and demons were obliterated under this fearsome impact.

And Holt and Lampelucci were also swept away by this wave of energy.

Heavily crashing to the ground, unable to rise again.

"How... could this be..."

Lampelucci sat limply on the ground, eyes vacant.

The scene just now was truly terrifying.

A mere human could unleash such terrifying power.

This has completely shattered his understanding!

"No... impossible... none of this is possible..."