Chapter 1347 - 543: Campaign Against the Barbarian Race, Defeating the Holy See (Part 2)

"Hahaha, of course!" Zhang Beixing laughed heartily towards the sky, exuding sheer elegance.

"This era is destined to become my possession!"

"Once I unite the realms, I will ensure that this land eternally extols my name!"

His gaze was resolute, victory was inevitable.

A battle won is merely the first step in a thousand-mile march.

And the legend belonging to Zhang Beixing has just begun its prologue.

He is bound to achieve a dominance that shakes the heavens and stirs the spirits.

To become the true ruler of the entire continent!

News travels swiftly, spreading everywhere.

The Dark Empire strikes another city.

The Barbarian Race submits, the Totem falls.

Zhang Beixing destroys gods if gods block him, destroys Buddhas if Buddhas stop him.

No one can oppose him, who can compete?

For a time, the world is in fear.

Some tremble in terror and flee at the sight.

More, however, speculate secretly.

What upheaval will this newly risen overlord bring?

Regardless, it seems the entire continent is turning a new page.

The duel between darkness and light has reached a fever pitch.

War drums thunder, smoke rises everywhere.

People watch eagerly, each with their own agendas.

Within the Imperial City, Zhang Beixing sits upon the throne.

He stands with hands behind his back, exuding extraordinary presence.

A black robe drapes over him, making him appear even more charismatic.

"Master, the Barbarian Race is subdued, there shall be no rivals in the world!" Richard kneels respectfully, his voice full of admiration.

He genuinely respects this monarch’s wit and bravery.

"Beixing, you are truly formidable!" Alina is also full of praise, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.

To her, the man before her is everything.

Outside the Imperial City, alarms blare loudly.

Countless Holy Knights in white are galloping forth.

The leader among them has a deathly seriou demeanor.

"Vampire Zhang Beixing, your death date has arrived!" The thunderous voice booms up to the clouds, charging towards the throne.

This is—it’s the Archbishop of the Holy See!

[Host, beware, powerful enemy incoming!] The Persuasion System urgently warns, the tone grave.

[The Holy See’s people seem to have discovered your whereabouts, and are rushing over to eliminate you!]

Zhang Beixing merely curls his lips in a smile, unfazed.

"The mere Holy See dares to oppose me?" He snorts coldly, standing with hands behind his back.

"Well then, let them witness how the so-called ’Holy Light’ is nothing against the Dark Emperor!"

As his words fall, Angel’s Wing spreads behind him.

A sacred glow erupts from the wings.

Majestic divine might, unbearable to behold directly.

"Zhang Beixing, meet your end!" The Holy Knight Captain roars furiously, his Holy Sword aimed at the throne.

Countless dazzling beams of white light rush towards that direction.

But in the next second, a sharp Sword Qi comes head-on.

Thud! Thud!

Several Holy Knights fall in response, their chests pierced through.

Blood splatters, scattering all over.

"What?!" The Archbishop’s pupils contract, his face full of shock.

A mere Vampire can actually harm his elite forces?

"Hahaha, it’s nothing much!" Zhang Beixing laughs heartily at the sky, his wings vibrate.

Countless feathers turn into sharp arrows, shooting out in all directions.

Where they pass, corpses lie everywhere.

Blood stains the entire Imperial City red.

"This... how is this possible..." The Archbishop retreats repeatedly, his face pale.

Living for centuries, he has never seen such terrifying power?

"Zhang Beixing, what kind of monster are you?!" The Holy Knight Captain grits his teeth and questions repeatedly.

But what answers him is a sharp Pupil Skill.

Thud!

The war-seasoned warrior also falls to his knees in weakness.

"I said, I’m not a monster..." The black-haired man speaks indifferently, standing with hands behind his back.

"I am the Dark Emperor, the master of this era!"

As his words fall, a chilling aura spreads immensely.

The biting cold invades everyone’s bones directly.

"Quick... quick, flee!"

A Holy Knight lets out a desperate scream, turning to flee.

But before he can take several steps, a purple light devours him.

The corpse falls in response, unable to even let out a scream.

In an instant, the entire Imperial City is left only with Zhang Beixing and his confidants.

Richard and Alina are already too shocked to speak.

Even a superpower like the Holy See is no match for their Master?

"The might of the Master, invincible across the world!" The blonde youth trembled on his knees, once again prostrating himself on the ground.

This time, he truly understood that the one he had sworn allegiance to was indeed a peerless Demon Monarch!

"Beixing... you’re incredible..." The red-haired woman, her eyes reddened as well, instinctively nestled into her lover’s embrace.

This warmth, she vowed she would never let go of in this lifetime.

[As expected of you, wiping out the elite of the Holy See in one fell swoop—your reputation is well-deserved!] The Persuasion System praised sincerely, its words full of admiration.

[If you ask me, this continent is about to change hands soon!]

Faced with the admiration of his subordinates and lover, Zhang Beixing merely smiled faintly.

He slowly stood up and wandered over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Gazing into the distance through layers of mist, he seemed to see masses of countless people.

They were his subjects, innumerable ants bowing their heads in submission.

"Indeed, from now on, the whole world will crawl at my feet..."

The Dark Emperor murmured to himself, a wicked smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Whether human, angel, or demon race..."

"This era is destined to become the era of ’Zhang Beixing’!"

Bold words, each one weighing a thousand pounds.

An unprecedented aura erupted from his being.

As if tearing through the sky, dominating heavens and earth.

The news spread like wildfire.

The vampire Zhang Beixing, single-handedly vanquished the elite forces of the Holy See!

The supposedly eternal Sacred Organization also faltered before him!

For a time, the world was in an uproar.

The rise of the Dark Empire had become an unstoppable trend.

Forces from all sides became restless and uneasy.

They knew that this terrifying man would soon come knocking at their doors.

Meanwhile, within the depths of hell—the Demon Race’s base.

A mysterious man dressed in a black robe sat calmly upon the throne.

He gazed around, his eyes menacing.

His subordinates trembled, not daring to breathe heavily.

After a long pause, the Demon King slowly spoke.

His voice was deep, suffused with awe-inspiring authority.

"Zhang Beixing... Vampire Zhang Beixing..."

"To think a mere vampire dares covet my throne!"

Even before his voice faded, an aura of terror burst forth.

Black flames engulfed everything around in an instant.

His subordinates felt their breath hitch, nearly fainting.

"Master, please quel your anger! You are the true king of the demons!"

A man with a sullen face hurriedly knelt, pleading, his voice ingratiating.

This was Grand Mage Asmodis, the Demon King’s most trusted aide.

"I am willing to eradicate the rebellious traitor for you, tearing that brat to pieces!"

"Yes! How can our Demon Race tolerate such provocation?!" Another burly Demon General also rose angrily, eyes filled with murderous intent.

The rest of the subordinates were similarly fired up, each readying themselves for battle.

Burning with a desire to rush out of hell and cut down that arrogant vampire immediately.

Upon hearing this, the Demon King sneered.

He gestured for everyone to rise, speaking slowly.

"Enough, why would I mind a mere vampire?"

"He’s just a young brat with some tricks up his sleeve."

The words were dismissive, not taking Zhang Beixing seriously in the slightest.

But those who knew him understood that this Demon Monarch already considered that man a thorn in his side and a bone stuck in his throat.

"Asmodis, go find out from the Holy See if they have a way to defeat Zhang Beixing."

"If even the Sacred Holy See can’t deal with him, we should prepare as well."

The Demon King mused over his words for a moment before giving his low command.

Clearly, he was already planning for the eventual confrontation.

"Understood, Master! I will take care of it right away!" The Grand Mage respectfully complied, then quickly took his leave.

In the shadows, the Demon King’s eyes grew increasingly sinister.

He stared ahead, as if facing an arch-enemy.

"Zhang Beixing, you better not disappoint me..."

"Otherwise, wiping out your entire clan is as quick as a matter of moments!"

His venomous oath echoed deep within hell.

Foreshadowing an earth-shaking showdown between the Dark Empire and the Demon Race.

And all of this would be initiated by that proud and ambitious vampire.

At the Church Headquarters, the Cardinal sat grimly on the throne.

The dire news of the Archbishop’s death had just arrived, making him anxious and concerned.

"Damn it! How dare a mere vampire be so arrogant?!"

His once holy visage twisted into a mess, devoid of any compassion.

"Your Excellency, the subordinates are ready and waiting to quell the traitor!"

A white-robed bishop knelt on one knee, his tone respectful.

He was Owen, a loyal servant of the Holy See for many years.

"Very well, but this time, I will personally lead." The Cardinal gave a cold snort, slowly rising.

His eyes were sharp, piercing forward.

"Ah, Vampire Zhang Beixing, I will see how long you can flaunt your arrogance!"