Chapter 1279 - 512: Darknight Race Submits, Zhang Beixing Unites the Eight Desolates

[With this battle, the Holy See and the Demon Race will surely bow to you.]

[Along with the already subjugated Vampire Race and Alien Race, your domain will expand even further!]

The words from the System were filled with genuine admiration and excitement.

It knew that its disciple would one day become the true ruler of this continent.

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled slightly, his gaze firm.

"Indeed, this is just the beginning."

"I will let everyone know that this era now bears the surname Zhang!"

An imposing aura surged around him, making one’s heart tremble.

He stood with arms crossed behind him, his silhouette tall and straight like a pine.

The sky unfurled like a scroll, and mountains and rivers all bowed low.

It was as if they were submitting to this man who looked down upon the world.

"Master is mighty! Invincible in the world!"

"With Master overseeing, what have we to fear?"

The cheers outside the hall rose and fell.

Alina and Richard, faces full of reverence, also bowed to Zhang Beixing.

At this moment, their spirits only felt electrified.

To follow such an unparalleled hero, life leaves no regrets!

"All of you go and prepare."

Zhang Beixing instructed lightly, but his gaze grew more profound.

"Although this campaign is over, ahead... many more trials await us."

"Especially the Darknight Race, who knows what plots they might craft."

"And the movements of the Divine Race must be watched constantly."

"You must remain vigilant, without the slightest laxity!"

"Understood, Master!"

The crowd responded firmly, their eyes incomparably resolute.

For the Master’s grand cause, they would spare no pains!

Katherine watched the scene before her, feeling as though her soul was being torn apart.

Pain, humiliation, despair, all sorts of negative emotions intertwined.

Rendering her pale face even more twisted and horrifying.

"I’m not reconciled... I’m really not reconciled..."

She struggled to lift her head, her gaze still flickering with defiance.

How could the dignified Church Saintess die so ambiguously?

"Ha, not reconciled?"

Zhang Beixing sneered, crouching down to meet her gaze.

Those deep eyes were chilling.

"Blame yourselves for being too incompetent, not worthy of this era."

"And I am the true king of this world!"

With that, he suddenly extended his palm.

Slap!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed through the hall.

Katherine, struck by the slap, turned her head aside, unable to speak another word.

Blood ran down her mouth, dripping onto the ground, pooling into spots of crimson.

"Watch, from now on..."

Zhang Beixing rose, arms crossed behind him.

His long fingers gently traced as if pointing out the heavens and earth.

"The Sacred Holy See will become history. In its place... shall be the era of the Dark Sacred Hall!"

Every word resonated with strength.

It was as if announcing the arrival of a new epoch.

Katherine’s eyes widened, her pupils trembling violently.

Zhang Beixing stood against the light, tall, upright, and imposing.

He was destined to soar in the heavens above.

Truly the ruler of this era!

But she, Katherine, was destined to become dust in history.

Relentlessly crushed by the tide of the age, with no day of resurgence.

How ironic, how helpless.

She wanted to let out a shrill scream but found her throat seemingly choked.

Not a sound could escape.

Her last awareness gradually grew faint.

Before plunging into darkness entirely, only one thought lingered.

She hated!

Hated the man before her who had taken everything!

Yet there was nothing she could do.

Because he was the one destined by fate.

Destined to reign supreme over all.

...

As the last rays of dusk fell upon the earth, the news of the campaign’s conclusion spread across The Great Six.

Countless eyes turned toward the battlefield where smoke had not yet dissipated.

They were aghast, stunned, awed.

For a miracle that would go down in history had been born before their very eyes.

The Dark Empire had finally unified The Great Six!

Zhang Beixing’s name was remembered by countless individuals.

He became a legend of the era.

"Master, The Great Six’s Four Seas are subservient, all directions bow!"

Richard reported with excitement, his voice trembling.

He couldn’t believe how swiftly this day had arrived.

The once unknown young man had created an empire in a single moment!

"Very well."

Zhang Beixing nodded with satisfaction, his gaze growing ever deeper.

"Though The Great Six is now in hand, my ambition is far from limited to this."

"A broader world beckons me, how could I miss it?"

"From now on, The Great Six is just my base."

"I will lead the army to conquer more territories!"

"To drag out and subdue all ancient races hidden in the shadows at my feet!"

Ambition boundless, supremely confident.

Alina felt each word stir her heart, her beautiful eyes gleaming.

"With Master having such resolve, what have we to worry about?"

"If we unite with one heart, we shall surely help Master achieve great deeds!"

"Master has reborn me, I, as servant, will never forget."

Richard displayed firm determination, bowing low to Zhang Beixing.

If not for Master’s not abandoning him, he, a person of unknown origin, would have long perished.

He swore his life belongs to Master.

To exhaust all effort, until death!

"Indeed. Loyal and diligent, why should this king worry?"

Zhang Beixing’s eyes softened a bit, a smile lingering at his lips.

Many emotions surged in his heart.

The recent campaigns had once again made him realize that to be a competent Monarch requires more than just power.