Chapter 1349 - 544: Dominating the Storms (Part 2)

Apparently, they were anxious about the impending battle.

"There’s nothing you can’t ask." The Cardinal said indifferently, gesturing for him to sit down.

"At present, the situation is treacherous. How have you fared in gathering information about the Demon Race?"

Owen, hearing this, hurriedly reported: "Reporting to you, my lord, I have already met with the envoy from the Demon Race."

"They expressed their willingness to send troops to assist us and jointly resist the Dark Empire."

"However..." At this point, he hesitated for a moment.

It seemed there were some difficult words to say.

"Whatever it is, just say it." The Cardinal coldly smiled, staring directly at him.

The gaze was piercing, making one’s blood run cold.

"Yes, my lord." Owen swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice: "The terms of the Demon Race are, after overthrowing Zhang Beixing, they want to divide his territory and wealth equally."

"And... and they also have quite an interest in Princess Alina..."

Upon hearing these words, the Cardinal laughed coldly.

He had long anticipated that those Demon Race folks would not be so kind-hearted.

They wanted to profit from the chaos and annex the forces of the Dark Empire.

"Fine, we can agree to these terms for now." He pondered for a moment before making a decision.

"As for the future, it will depend on how the situation develops."

He clearly intended to use the Demon Race and then discard them.

Such ruthless tactics were indeed in line with the Holy See’s usual behavior.

"Yes, my lord. I will go and reply to them immediately." Owen accepted the order and quickly withdrew.

The Cardinal was once again lost in thought.

Despite having the Demon Race’s assistance, dealing with Zhang Beixing must not be taken lightly.

"I wonder what other means that young man has..." He mumbled to himself, his brow furrowing deeper.

A foreboding premonition arose within him.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist erupted outside the great hall.

Immediately following, a chilling cold seeped in through the door crack.

The Cardinal felt a chill in his heart and quickly stood up.

"Who is it! Show yourself!" He demanded sternly, a ball of white light gathering in his palm.

It was the unique Holy Power of the Holy See, capable of slaying demons.

However, in the next second, a sharp sound shattered the air.

It was seen that a black longsword, at some unknown time, had pierced the elder’s throat.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over the ground.

"Cough... you..." The Cardinal’s eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the intruder.

A towering figure stood with hands behind his back.

A wicked smile hung on his fair face.

"Zhang Beixing... you demon!" The elder gritted his teeth, hatred evident in his eyes.

"Indeed, it is I." The black-haired man slightly raised the corner of his lips, showing no intention of hiding.

"Today, I shall act on behalf of justice and eliminate you, my long-standing nemesis!"

"Ha, such bold words." The Cardinal snorted coldly, struggling to sit up.

One hand was firmly pressed against his wound.

"Just you? Do you think you’re worthy to negotiate terms with me?"

"Who said I want to negotiate with you?" Zhang Beixing squinted, his murderous intent surging.

The next second, another jet-black Sword Qi whistled towards him.

"No—" The shrill scream reverberated through the hall.

Upon closer inspection, a bowl-sized blood hole had already formed in the Cardinal’s chest.

Blood gushed out endlessly, unable to make a single sound.

"A mere ant dares to act presumptuously in front of me?" The Vampire King laughed coldly, retracting the longsword.

"Today, I will show you the consequences of offending me!"

With that, he extended his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

A golden light, a hundred times more dazzling than Holy Light, suddenly illuminated his palm.

"Angel’s Wing!"

An earth-shattering legend became reality at this moment.

The Cardinal’s pupils contracted, his mouth agape.

But before he could make any reaction, the merciless light had already engulfed him.

"Ah—"

Amidst the piercing screams, an imposing figure was obliterated inch by inch.

No trace could be found.

Thus, the highest ruler of the Holy See met an untimely end.

Zhang Beixing stood with hands behind his back, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Another opponent had fallen at his feet.

Who could stand in the way of the Dark Monarch’s advance?

"Ding, the Cardinal has been killed, and the Holy See is completely subjugated to you."

"Congratulations to the host, your Merit Points have increased by a thousand!"

The system’s cheerful prompt suddenly sounded by Zhang Beixing’s ear.

Filling him with pride and ambition.

With such an overpowered plugin, what else is impossible?

He took long strides, walking slowly out of the great hall.

His gaze, through layers of blood-red, looked into the distance.

There lay even broader territories.

It was a world he was destined to conquer!

Bad news spread across the entire continent like lightning.

The Dark Empire seized another city, even the Holy See was crushed.

For a time, panic spread among the people.

Countless gazes focused on that fearsome name.

"Zhang Beixing... what kind of demon is this..."

"Rumor has it he has subjugated angels, vampires, elves, and other races..."

"Even a colossus like the Holy See is no match for him..."

"Could it be... this continent is destined to usher in an era of darkness?"

Talks abound, everyone is anxious.

This newly risen overlord is extremely powerful.

Just as the world was gripped by fear and unease, a piece of news quietly appeared.

"Have you heard? The Demon Race is secretly assembling a large army."

Someone lowered their voice, saying nervously.

It seemed like they were discussing a significant matter.

"This could be big or small, the key is to see what the Demon Race intends to do."

Another person shook their head and sighed, their tone worried.

In such chaotic times, who can truly remain unaffected?

The rise of dark forces seems inevitable.

The future of the Human Realm is precarious.

Meanwhile, in the distant heart of the Demon Race’s territory.

A grand assembly was happening urgently.

Tens of thousands of demon warriors lined up neatly.

Clad in heavy armor, armed with weapons.

Murderous intent filled the air, waiting for the command to act.

Leading them was none other than the newly appointed Demon King Talons.

He stood with arms behind his back, eyes like flames.

Surveying the dark mass of troops beneath him, a smug smile played at his lips.

"Hear my command, soldiers!"

Talons raised the Scepter high, his voice booming.

"Zhang Beixing, that vampire, is too arrogant, disregarding the Demon Race!"

"How can we allow him to rampage unchecked?"

As his words fell, murderous intent permeated the air.

Countless demon warriors responded in unison.

"Master is wise! We swear to follow unto death!"

"How dare a mere vampire challenge our race?"

"We will tear him to pieces as a warning to others!"

Morale surged high, storm clouds brewed.

Even the heavens seemed to be overshadowed.

Talons nodded in satisfaction, sneering:

"Good, this is the spirit of our Demon Race!"

"Zhang Beixing, that boy, merely relies on a sharp tongue."

"On the battlefield, won’t he be at my mercy?"

Arrogant words, eyes filled with disdain.

As if victory was assured, determined to succeed.

"Master, forgive my audacity, may I ask something..."

A man clad in black armor cautiously stepped forward.

It was the Great General of the Demon Race, Asmodis.

"Zhang Beixing’s forces are expanding rapidly, can we truly defeat them?"

"Furthermore, I hear the Holy See sent a message seeking alliance with us..."

"Are you suggesting we win without a fight?"

The Demon King furrowed his brows, his tone displeased.

He was critical of his subordinate’s hesitation.

"I dare not!"

Asmodis shook his head repeatedly, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He certainly didn’t want to anger his master.

"Just reminding the Master to think twice, beware of hubris..."

Upon hearing this, Talons burst into laughter.

"If I lack even this bit of nerve, am I still fit to be called the Demon Race King?"

He declared proudly: "Today, I will show the world who truly rules this continent!"

With that, the Demon King turned to face the distant horizon.

His gaze pierced through layers of fog, towards the unknown territories.

There, an earth-shattering showdown was quietly unfolding.

And all of it, he would write with his own hands.

"Come, Zhang Beixing, let us decide the victor!"

As his words fell, the fierce winds howled.

Whipping up a sandstorm, obscuring the sky.

The demon army advanced mightily.

Heading towards the Dark Empire.

Meanwhile, atop the towering spires of the Holy See.

A man in a white robe sat quietly at the floor-to-ceiling window.

He had long, silver-white hair, his face thin and stern.

He was one of the remaining high-level figures in the Holy See, Father Owen.

At this moment, he was concentrating on the chessboard below him.

Black and white, sharply opposed.

The situation was tense, evenly matched.

"One move short..."

Owen murmured to himself, his long fingers lingering on the chess pieces.

Brow furrowed, his eyes heavy with thought.