Chapter 1263 - 504: Architect of the New Era (Part 2)

His voice pierced through the smoke, echoing in all directions.

It shook the heart of every person.

Countless cultivators and cultists knelt on the ground.

Tearfully worshipping, not daring to show any defiance.

"The Lord is wise and mighty, we, the subordinates, are willing to go through fire and water for Him!"

"We are willing to submit under the Master’s command, to devote ourselves completely, even unto death!"

Amidst the shouts that rose and fell, a brand-new era had already begun.

The decline of divine power, the rise of royal power.

This world would be crafted by Zhang Beixing.

He is the true ruler of this era!

...

In a castle miles away.

Lampelucci was sitting on the throne, looking gloomy.

Suddenly, a servant rushed in, flustered.

"Your Majesty, it’s not good! Something happened with the Holy See... the Holy See is in trouble!"

"Gregory is dead! He was turned into a bloody mist by a single strike from Zhang Beixing! The Vatican has become a wasteland!"

Lampelucci’s face changed drastically upon hearing this.

Even His Holiness the Pope couldn’t withstand that kid?

He shouted in his heart, almost unable to believe his ears.

"This... how is this possible..."

He said with a trembling voice, incoherent.

"Who exactly is this Zhang Beixing?"

"Where is the Monarch of the Darknight? Where is he?"

"In response to Your Majesty, countless spies have been sent out."

The servant nervously reported: "But so far, there has been no news..."

"Useless! A bunch of trash!"

Lampelucci, unable to contain his anger, slammed his fist on the back of the chair.

"Now that the Holy See has been crippled, if we can’t even rely on the Monarch of the Darknight, what chance do we have of winning?!"

"It’s over, everything is over..."

He heavily fell back onto the throne, covering his face in despair.

Fearful and uneasy, he was almost on the verge of collapse.

"No, it’s not over yet..."

At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly echoed in the hall.

It was Lancelot who slowly stepped forward, his expression grave.

"Your Majesty, I have a plan that might relieve the immediate crisis."

"Please grant your permission, Your Majesty!"

"Speak!"

Lampelucci looked up, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

What else could he rely on at this point?

"Why don’t we join forces with the Demon Race to fight against Zhang Beixing?"

Lancelot said in a deep voice, emphasizing each word.

"The Demon Race and our race are already allies. If we join forces, we might be able to fight!"

Lampelucci, upon hearing this, brightened up.

Yes, how could he have forgotten?

There is also Holt!

With the power of the Demon Race and the forbidden techniques in his hands, perhaps they could indeed create a miracle!

"Someone, prepare a carriage immediately. I must go to the Demon Race at once!"

He decisively commanded.

"We must win this battle!"

Having said that, he strode out without looking back.

Behind him was a crowd seeing him off.

Every face was filled with immense anxiety.

No one knew what the future held.

The world’s structure was undergoing rapid change.

Winds were surging, clouds shifting unpredictably.

The development of the situation had completely gotten out of their control.

Life and death, all could change on a whim.

And all the while, the one who started it all stood proudly at the summit.

Overlooking all beings, dominating the world.

Incomparable, unmatched.

He is the king of the future.

Uniting the Eight Desolations, subduing the Nine Provinces!

He will surely establish a brand-new era.

Let this world crawl at his feet...

The mysterious Kingdom of Darknight is shrouded in endless darkness.

A bloody aura permeates every corner.

And in this eerie territory stands a magnificent yet sinister castle.

The pitch-black walls are like the entrance to Hell.

The dim corridors echo with terrifying winds.

In the deepest part of the castle, a man clad in a black robe sits upon the throne.

His eyes are tightly closed, his face expressionless.

The whole figure resembles an unmoving statue.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps breaks the silence.

"Master Monarch! There’s trouble!"

A panicked voice echoes in the empty grand hall.

The newcomer rushes breathlessly, stumbling to the front of the throne.

His face filled with terror, as if a defeated dog.

"What has caused such panic?"

The Monarch of the Darknight slowly opens his eyes, his voice ethereal and distant.

"Reporting to the Monarch, outside... outside something major has happened!"

The newcomer said tremblingly, his teeth chattering.

"It is said that both the Demon Race and the Vampire clan have submitted under a human named Zhang Beixing."

"Even the Holy See has been utterly defeated by that fellow!"

The Monarch of the Darknight frowned, his eyes finally showing a ripple.

"A mere human dares to act wildly under my nose?"

"It seems it’s time to act..."

He smiled faintly and stood up from the throne.

"Send the orders, summon all the elders for a meeting."

"I want to see what kind of divine skills this ignorant brat possesses!"

"Yes!"

The newcomer nervously took the order and ran off as if pardoned.

On the throne, the Monarch of the Darknight slowly paced.

The corners of his black robe rustled in the wind.

He looked up at the window, his gaze deep as the sea.

"Zhang Beixing... Just wait..."

In the distant Zhongzhou, Zhang Beixing sits upright.

The smoke of the ancient battlefield still hasn’t dispersed, the earth still rumbling.

The place he tread remains barren, rivers of blood flow.

The earth he tread is a wasteland, a vision of desolation.

A bloody aura permeates every corner, the shadow of death envelopes this land.

Zhang Beixing’s expression is stern, his eyes like a torch, seemingly encompassing everything under the sky.

Behind him is a crowd seeing him off, each face filled with unease.

Alina gently approaches Zhang Beixing, softly says: "Beixing, you’ve done well. This world needs a powerful leader, and you are that person."

Zhang Beixing turns to look at Alina, the corner of his mouth curling into a devilish smile: "This is just the beginning, I want the entire world to bow down."

Richard respectfully bows: "The Master is wise and mighty, he will surely unify the Eight Desolates and subdue the Nine Provinces!"

The Persuasion System’s voice echoes in Zhang Beixing’s mind: "Host, your power is not what it used to be, but don’t rush. Steady progress ensures invincibility."

Zhang Beixing nods, a gleam flashes in his eyes: "I know what to do. This world will ultimately submit at my feet..."

Meanwhile, on the throne in the Kingdom of Darknight, the Monarch of the Darknight sits upright, his face grim as water.

He slowly speaks, his voice deep and powerful: "Zhang Beixing, do you think mere humans can challenge my authority? You are too naive!"

"Master Monarch, I am willing to serve as your hound in tearing that brat to pieces!" A knight in black armor prostrates on the ground, his voice filled with murderous intent.

The Monarch of the Darknight sneered coldly: "Zhang Beixing is indeed extraordinary, but he is still just a human. We of the darknight tribe, how could we fear mere ants?"

"Understood!" The Black Armored Knight respectfully responded, his eyes flashing a peculiar light.

"Go, assemble our elite force, make sure to present Zhang Beixing’s head!" The Monarch of the Darknight waved his hand, signaling the knight to withdraw.

"At your command!" The knight strides away, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

Outside the castle, the oppressive military force is gathering, every soldier’s face filled with a murderous aura.

They prepare to set out, vowing to crush that ignorant human.

However, no one noticed a figure silently leaving from the back of the force...

At the same time, in the Holy Hall, several Archbishops are engaged in a heated debate.

"This Zhang Beixing, he’s simply a demon! He dares to oppose our Holy See!" An elder with white hair angrily slams the table.

"Indeed, his power is too formidable, we must find a way to eliminate this hidden threat!" Another Bishop agrees.

"But, after all, he has already gained control of the Demon Race and Vampires, if we act rashly, I’m afraid..." A somewhat indecisive Bishop hesitates to say.

"Hmph, mere Demon Race and Vampires, dare to contend with our Holy See?" The elder snorts coldly, cruelty flashing in his eyes.

"Exactly, our Holy See is the Chosen Ones, how can we let evil forces run rampant?" Another Bishop exclaims passionately.

Just as everyone argues endlessly, a mysterious figure in a white robe suddenly appears in the hall.

"Gentlemen, pardon my bluntness, instead of endless debating here, why not find a way to solve the problem." The mysterious figure speaks calmly, yet with undeniable authority.

Everyone is stunned, then respectfully bows to the mysterious figure.