Chapter 1291 - 517: Undercurrents Surging, Toasts in the Night (Part 2)

"Even the Holy See could be destroyed so easily; looks like he’s quite the remarkable figure."

"Clan Leader, this subordinate has an unreasonable request."

A handsome young man suddenly spoke up.

"Speak."

Carlos waved his hand, signaling him to speak freely.

"This subordinate feels that we might as well join hands with that Demon Race."

The youth chose his words carefully, sounding very cautious.

"Once we work together to wipe out Zhang Beixing, the Great Six will be nothing but a prize in our two clans’ pocket."

"Foolish!"

Carlos snorted coldly, his gaze icy.

"Do you think that Demon Race would be willing to share the spoils with others?"

"What’s more, that brat Zhang Beixing is no easy character either."

"If we clash head‑on, we may not gain any advantage."

Hearing this, the youth’s expression changed.

"This... then what does Clan Leader mean?"

Carlos slowly rose to his feet, hands clasped behind his back.

He gazed out the window, silent for a long time.

"We watch and see how things develop."

Only after a long while did he speak slowly, his tone unfathomable.

"This game has only just begun; there are too many uncertainties."

"However, there is one thing we can be sure of."

"Hm?"

The youth froze for a moment, confused.

"Zhang Beixing is definitely not some fish in a small pond."

Carlos’s eyes suddenly turned razor‑sharp.

"One day, he will trample this Great Six underfoot and unify the Three Realms."

"By then, there will still be a place for our Darknight Race."

His words landed heavy, ringing with conviction.

The youth stared blankly at his Clan Leader, momentarily at a loss for words.

The Darknight Race had always been wild and untamed.

To submit so willingly—this was truly rare.

It seemed the situation was even more perilous than he had imagined.

"Withdraw. Make thorough preparations for war and stay alert on all sides."

Carlos waved his hand, dismissing his subordinate.

"Yes..."

The youth bowed respectfully, then withdrew from the grand hall.

Only the Darknight Clan Leader remained, lost in thought in the shadows.

In those deep eyes, an unfathomable light flickered.

As if he were already casting an inescapable net for this game of chess.

...

Zhang Beixing and his entourage made a grand return to the City of Darkness.

All along the way, everywhere they passed was thrown into an uproar.

The commoners swarmed into the streets, all scrambling to catch a glimpse of the legendary Dark Emperor’s bearing.

"Look, that’s Lord Zhang Beixing!"

"I heard he destroyed the Holy See all by himself, it’s unbelievable!"

"Worthy indeed of being the Monarch of our Dark Empire—truly wise and mighty!"

The waves of praise rising and falling in the crowd surged like the tide.

Zhang Beixing rode a tall warhorse, imposing and extraordinary, every move exuding a king’s demeanor.

He inclined his head slightly, expressing his thanks for his subjects’ devotion.

At the same time, his Pupil Skill was quietly unleashed, making everyone wholeheartedly submit to him, body and soul.

"Alina, look at these foolish masses—they really are easy to stir up."

Zhang Beixing quipped in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Master truly is brilliant; you subdued them in just a few moves."

Alina smiled faintly, her beautiful eyes full of admiration.

"This is all thanks to Master’s wisdom and might; this subordinate is deeply impressed."

Richard chimed in with flattery as well, utterly confident in his Monarch’s abilities.

"You two just love buttering me up."

Zhang Beixing put on a mock scolding tone, but couldn’t hide the smile at the corners of his mouth.

With these two capable aides at his side, what was there for him to worry about?

"Right, Persuasion System, what do you think?"

Zhang Beixing casually asked that mysterious existence.

[The Host truly is formidable. Now the entire Dark Empire will bow and proclaim you their sovereign.]

[However, I still have to remind you—not to grow arrogant and complacent.]

[After all, there’s still a long road ahead. The Demon Race and the Darknight Race are not easy opponents.]

The Persuasion System’s words left Zhang Beixing thoughtful.

"Relax, I know what I’m doing. Those Demons and Monsters aren’t worth this king’s notice."

He said proudly, battle lust blazing in his eyes.

No matter how ferocious the enemies that came, he was confident he could cut them down.

Because no one could stop his march to conquer the world.

Whoever dared stand in his way—he would see them dead with no grave to claim their bones!

...

Before long, the group arrived at the Royal Palace of the City of Darkness.

Zhang Beixing dismounted at an unhurried pace and stepped into the majestic hall.

"We pay respects to the Master!"

"We pay respects to the Master!"

The guards and Ministers in the palace all dropped to one knee, respectfully welcoming their Monarch’s return.

This scene was spectacular beyond compare.

A dignified Monarch of a nation, bowing officials all around, appeared both majestic and sacred.

As if a Celestial God had descended to earth, ruling over the world.

"All of you, rise. Would I be that kind of obstinate tyrant who clings to dead rules?"

Zhang Beixing swept his hand grandly, signaling everyone to dispense with the formalities.

Though he was an emperor, he was not rigid or doctrinaire.

"Many thanks, Master!"

The crowd was moved to tears, deeply grateful for their Monarch’s mercy.

"Someone, bring wine. I shall drink with my beloved Ministers and celebrate this great victory!"

Zhang Beixing raised his voice high, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

In today’s battle, he could be said to have gained a complete and overwhelming victory.

The Holy See was destroyed, all directions submitted.

The Dark Empire had already unified the world!

"The Master is wise!"

"Long live the Master, long live, long long live!"

The ministers’ cheers surged like a roaring tide.

...

At the banquet.

Cups and goblets interlaced, wine shimmering in the light.

Zhang Beixing sat at the head seat, his gaze like a blazing torch, sweeping across the hall.

He knew that these people who appeared utterly loyal to him were not necessarily all trustworthy.

Power was so enticing—how many could truly be without desire?

So he had to stay on guard at all times, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

"Alina, tell me, do you think there might be spies mixed in among this lot?"

Zhang Beixing turned his head, asking the red-clad woman beside him in a low voice.

"Master is overthinking. With your discerning eyes, how could mere spies possibly fool you?"

Alina smiled charmingly, her eyes like silken threads.

"Besides, with your subordinate here, even if there truly are spies, they can forget about making any move."

Richard also leaned in, whispering by his ear.

As Zhang Beixing’s close confidant, he naturally understood his Master’s concerns.

"Haha, with the two of you, I am much more at ease."

Zhang Beixing threw back his head and laughed, his boldness overflowing in every word.

With this pair of loyal left and right arms, what did he have to worry about?

"Oh right, Persuasion System, what’s your take on this?"

Zhang Beixing asked as if casually, his tone relaxed.

[The Host is indeed perceptive, to even consider such hidden dangers.]

[But as I see it, there’s no need to be overly worried at the moment.]

[Your Pupil Skill and Angel’s Wing are more than enough to suppress this bunch of small fry.]

[If there really is any abnormal movement, I’ll notify you at the first possible moment.]

The Persuasion System’s words made Zhang Beixing feel greatly comforted.

With this intelligent System assisting him, what was there left to fear?

"Very well, I’ll trust you this time."

Zhang Beixing nodded, raising his cup to toast all the ministers present.

"My beloved Ministers, to the splendor of the Dark Empire, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

For a time, cups clinked back and forth, and joyous cries thundered.

On everyone’s face bloomed heartfelt joy.

With a Master of such breadth of mind and bearing, what more could they possibly ask for?

...

Yet just at this moment of celebrating victory—

An uninvited guest quietly arrived.

"Greetings to the Envoy of the Demon Race!"

Outside the palace gate, a guard’s tense report suddenly rang out.

At once, the hall was thrown into an uproar.

The Demon Race? That race sworn never to share the same sky with the Holy See?

Why would their Envoy come at such a critical juncture?

Could it be they had smelled the blood of the Holy See’s annihilation?

Zhang Beixing’s brows knit slightly, his sharp gaze slicing toward the newcomer.

Only to see a man clad in black armor, with a cold, stern face, striding proudly into the great hall.

A chilling murderous aura radiated from his entire body, making everyone present feel as if they had thorns on their backs.

"I am Red Demon, under orders from the Demon Race, come to pay respects to the Dark Emperor."

The newcomer knelt on one knee; his tone was respectful, yet carried a flavor that brooked no refusal.

"General Red Demon? I’d very much like to see what business you have here!"

Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, his eyes sharp as blades.

How could he not know Red Demon’s purpose in coming?

Clearly they had calculated the timing, wanting to reap the fisherman’s profit!

Unfortunately for him, Zhang Beixing had always been the one holding the initiative.

A mere Demon Race, and they dare flaunt their power before him?

"Hmph, may the Master see clearly."

Red Demon raised his head, the corner of his mouth hooking into a strange smile.

"Our race has long admired the Dark Emperor’s famed might, and we are in utter awe of your feat of wiping out the Holy See in a single stroke!"

"So this time, we have come first to congratulate the Master on his great victory, and second..."

Here he deliberately paused, a trace of slyness flashing in his eyes.

"Second, we wish to form an alliance with the Master and jointly forge dominion over the world!"

With those words, the entire hall exploded in commotion.