Chapter 1290 - 517: Undercurrents and Nightly Toasts

"I’ve changed my mind."

Zhang Beixing suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet exuding a chilling coldness.

"Someone like you is unworthy of being my subordinate."

"Because you possess no loyalty whatsoever."

"What use is someone who could betray at any moment?"

He coldly stared at the Archbishop kneeling on the ground, his gaze fierce.

"So, you might as well die."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tightened his fingers.

Crack!

A piercing scream echoed through the sky once more.

The Archbishop’s limbs were twisted at strange angles.

His eyes bulged wide and blood continuously gushed from his mouth.

"Ma...Master..."

Alina and Richard were utterly shocked, unable to believe their eyes.

The supreme leader of the Holy See, tortured to death so brutally?

This man’s methods were unbelievably ruthless!

"What are you surprised about?"

Zhang Beixing spoke lightly as he withdrew his right hand.

As if everything just now had nothing to do with him.

"I, Zhang Beixing, have always done what I say."

"Anyone who dares to be my enemy is destined to have only one outcome."

He stood with hands behind his back, facing away from the corpses scattered about.

Let the fierce wind roar, blowing his hair into disarray.

That silhouette was like an indomitable fortress, unshakable by thousands of troops.

"Master... You are so wise..."

Richard nodded repeatedly with excitement, eyes filled with fervent admiration.

"With you in command, what do we have to worry about?"

"Indeed, with Master here, we are invincible!"

Alina also slightly parted her red lips, showing absolute obedience to Zhang Beixing’s decisions.

What the Master said was her decree.

From now on, the heavens and earth will bow at his feet!

[Host, well done!]

At this moment, the voice of the Persuasion System echoed once more.

[With this battle, the Holy See is thoroughly subdued.]

[Next, it’s the turn of those scheming Demon Race.]

"Hmph, the Holy See is merely an appetizer."

Zhang Beixing sneered, his gaze sharp as lightning.

"To unify the world, many tough battles are still to be fought."

"The Demon Race, the Darknight Race, all watching like hawks."

"I will see how they can still stir up trouble."

He looked up, his gaze unwavering.

No matter how many challenges lie ahead, he would conquer them one by one.

Because he is destined to be the king of this era.

A ruler fated to soar through the nine heavens!

"Master, shall we head back to report?"

Richard said respectfully, kneeling on one knee.

"With the Holy See destroyed, it will surely stir a storm across The Great Six."

"We must plan ahead and be vigilant."

"Indeed."

Zhang Beixing nodded, making an immediate decision.

"Send out the order, command all troops to enhance their vigilance."

"At the slightest sign of trouble, kill on sight!"

After speaking, he stepped forward toward the army.

Behind him, echoed the cheers like waves.

"Master mighty!"

"Master wise!"

"Dark Empire, evergreen!"

In an instant, the morale soared.

Everyone was filled with fighting spirit, ready to sacrifice.

Sworn to fight for their master, to establish unparalleled achievements in battle!

....

The news, like wildfire with wings, quickly spread across The Great Six.

The collapse of the Holy See, the death of the Archbishop.

This Sacred Organization representing justice in the hearts of countless people.

Suddenly toppled down, turned into ruins.

Countless devotees fell into bewilderment and despair.

As if losing their spiritual sanctuary, at a loss for direction.

"How is this possible... Zhang Beixing that demon, how could he have such prowess?"

"The centuries-old foundation of the Holy See, gone in flames..."

"Oh my, where should we go from here..."

However, for some forces with ulterior motives.

The downfall of the Holy See was undoubtedly a great opportunity.

Especially, for the long-coveted Demon Race.

"Hahaha, the Holy See is finally finished! Now we can have some fun!"

The Demon Race Great General Red Demon laughed wildly to the sky.

Upon hearing the news, he was nearly going mad with joy.

"Master’s divine prowess, we’ve long awaited this day with keen anticipation!"

"Now that the Holy See has fallen, we can unify The Great Six and dominate the world!"

The Demon Race nobles beside him joined in agreement.

Each rubbing their hands, eager to try.

"Wait. Zhang Beixing that kid isn’t that easy to deal with."

Red Demon’s eyes sharpened as he spoke in a deep voice.

"Have you forgotten, he even slew the Demon King. The mere Holy See to him is but ants."

"If we were to act recklessly, I fear we’d be gone without return."

The moment these words came out, the entire assembly was shocked.

"Then... What does the Great General mean?"

"Are we to admit defeat and relinquish our chance for supremacy?"

In an instant, everyone discussed vehemently, unwilling to end it so easily.

"Of course not!"

Red Demon slammed the table, exuding dominance.

"I mean we must prepare ahead, plan meticulously."

"This battle, life and death are at stake, no mistakes allowed."

"Understood!"

The Demon Race nobles answered in unison, filled with fighting spirit.

For the glory of their race, they would stop at nothing.

"Good, go and prepare, I have my plans."

Red Demon laughed sinisterly, a hint of intrigue flashed in his eyes.

As if calculating some dreadful scheme.

"Zhang Beixing, you just wait."

"This time, I want you to come back with no return, perish without a trace!"

His smile was chilling.

Exuding a deep-seated hatred.

...

Meanwhile, within the Darknight Race territory.

A man in a black cloak silently stared into the distance.

It was the Darknight Clan Leader Carlos.

"This boy named Zhang Beixing is quite interesting."

He muttered to himself, his gaze inscrutable.