Chapter 1277 - 511: The Holy See’s Annihilation

The voice wasn’t loud, yet every word struck like a hammer.

"What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten who you are?"

He glanced around, his gaze sharp and penetrating.

"We are the Dark Sacred Hall! The destined rulers of this world!"

"The mere Holy See, the mere Demon Race, dare to show off in front of me?"

"It’s simply courting death!"

The words dropped like a thunderclap.

Everyone was stunned, then their hearts surged.

Yes, they were the Iron Blood Legion, following the Master through life and death!

With this invincible Emperor leading them, what did they have to fear?

"Master is wise! We are willing to die for you, to be brave in battle!"

"We swear to follow the Master to the death, cleanse the world in blood, and unify the Four Seas!"

"Unless we annihilate the Holy See and Demon Race, we are not human!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall surged to a climax.

Everyone was full of fighting morale, ready to face death without fear.

As if in the next second, they would rush to the battlefield, slaughtering all around.

"Very good."

Zhang Beixing nodded with satisfaction, a cold smile at his lips.

"Pass down the order, the whole army attack, leave none alive!"

"The Holy See, the Demon Race, do not show mercy to any!"

"I want them to know the consequences of provoking my Dark Sacred Hall!"

"Shout my slogan—"

"Conquer everything, none can stand in my way!"

The unified shout was deafening.

It was as if thousands of troops were trampling down mountains and rivers.

Zhang Beixing stood with his hands behind, his aura intimidating.

Behind him were his most trusted aides, Alina and Richard.

Their eyes all shone with a determination to win.

[Host, you really know how to inspire people.]

The Persuasion System couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, genuinely praising.

[Even I’m moved by you, let alone your subjects.]

"This little trick is nothing."

Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, indifferent.

"I want to personally lead the army and flatten the Holy See and the Demon Race."

"Use my supreme power, to proclaim to the world—"

"I, Zhang Beixing, am the true Monarch of this era!"

With that said, he rose from his seat.

His cloak fluttered loudly, like a Monarch in the night.

Step by step, he walked towards the unknown battlefield.

In his eyes, a domineering aura that looked down on the world shone.

At this moment, everyone knew.

The era of the Dark Emperor’s dominion over the world had begun.

And this man was destined to create a miracle.

A miracle, unprecedented and unmatched.

Sacred Holy See.

A sacred organization known for its righteousness and sanctity.

Yet under this magnificent hall, undercurrents surged.

Archbishop Katherine, clad in a luxurious vestment, was seated on the throne.

Her brow carried an imperceptible hint of ferocity.

"The Dark Sacred Hall is truly too much."

She spoke slowly, her tone cold.

"Blaspheming the gods, doing evil, it’s simply unforgivable."

"Your Excellency the Bishop, should we strike to uphold our dignity?"

"Yes, we are willing to die for Your Excellency, to defend the glory of the church!"

"The Dark Sacred Hall’s sins are grave, if not removed, the future will be dire..."

The priests below all echoed, their words firm.

"No, it’s not necessary."

Unexpectedly, Katherine shook her head slightly, a strange smile on her lips.

"They’re nothing but ants, unworthy of fear."

Her gaze shifted, landing on a figure outside the hall.

"I’ve already allied with the Demon Race and sent out assassins."

"As long as Zhang Beixing, that major threat, is removed, the Dark Sacred Hall will fall apart without attack."

"When the time comes, our sect will unify the world, achieving greatness for a thousand years."

At this, Katherine’s eyes burst with extreme ambition.

As if she had already seen that glorious future.

All the priests were visibly shocked when they heard it.

They didn’t expect His Excellency to have planned so meticulously.

This cunning, this depth, is truly... awe-inspiring.

"But... are the assassins reliable?"

Someone cautiously asked.

After all, the opponent was the fearsome Dark Emperor.

"Hmph, the Demon Race dispatched ’Rakshasa,’ that madman."

Katherine gave a cold laugh, full of confidence.

"Even that Zhang Beixing probably can’t have a good outcome."

Just as the words fell, a commotion suddenly arose outside the hall.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, bad news..."

"’Rakshasa’ failed, killed by Zhang Beixing on the spot!"

"And the army of the Dark Sacred Hall has already invaded our territory!"

"Right now, our sect is suffering heavy losses, surrounded, in a dire situation!"

The news was like a clap of thunder, exploding in the hall.

Everyone was utterly stunned, unable to believe it.

The mighty first assassin of the Demon Race, actually... lost?

And the Holy See’s military, is retreating step by step?

How is this possible... this is simply a fairy tale!

"Scoundrel!"

Katherine’s face lost color, she was furious.

Her graceful figure trembled violently, nearly tumbling off the throne.

"Someone, spread the order, full army attack, kill them!"

"At all costs, stop the advance of the Dark Sacred Hall!"

Immediately the hall was in chaos, people and horses in disarray.

All kinds rushed to relay the news, clamoring to fight the enemy to the death.

Yet at this moment, an icy voice suddenly rang out.

"Katherine, you overestimate yourself, don’t you?"

Following the voice, they saw a tall figure, appearing on the hall at some point.

He wore a black robe, eyes indifferent.

A chilling aura emanated from his entire being.

Who else could it be but Zhang Beixing?

"It’s you!"

Katherine’s pupils shrank, staring at the newcomer in disbelief.

Terror-stricken, incoherent.

"You... how are you here?!"

"Where’s my army? The guards? Why didn’t they stop you!"