Chapter 1350 - 545: Defeating the Allied Forces

"If we can break Zhang Beixing’s Dragon Race arrangement, there might still be a sliver of hope..."

With that, he suddenly raised his head and looked out the window.

The sunset was like blood, burning half the sky red.

It shrouded the entire Holy See in a strange crimson glow.

An ominous premonition rose unbidden.

"Knock knock knock..."

Just then, a rapid knocking on the door cut off the priest’s contemplation.

"Lord Owen, urgent military intelligence!"

A panicked voice came from outside the door.

"Come in."

Owen replied faintly and rose to greet the newcomer.

He saw a flustered attendant rush into the room.

Kneeling to the floor, he reported tremblingly:

"My lord, a letter from the Demon Race, saying they have already assembled a great Military Force and are preparing to invade the Dark Empire!"

At these words, Owen’s face changed on the spot.

Though he had anticipated it, he hadn’t thought it would come so fast.

"Bastards! Those guys actually dared to act on their own!"

The priest’s face turned ferocious as he slammed a fist onto the chessboard.

Countless pieces fell at once.

Rolling all over the floor.

That look of utter despair was unbearable to witness.

"M-Master, what should we do?"

The attendant was like a cicada in winter, not daring to raise his head.

Afraid he’d become the punching bag for Owen’s anger.

"What can we do? If we don’t find a way soon, the entire Holy See might be destroyed in an instant!"

Owen gnashed his teeth, his eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness.

"The mighty Holy See of Light, how can it just be wiped out like this?"

"Please, Master, think it over carefully. We must prepare before the storm..."

"Enough!"

The priest let out a long sigh and collapsed into the chair.

He raised a hand to rub his throbbing temples and spoke slowly:

"Go and reply to the Demon Race, say the Holy See is willing to send troops to assist."

"However, we must wait until the situation becomes clear before making a final decision."

"We must not act rashly, lest we alert the snake when we stir the grass."

"As you command, I will see to it at once."

The attendant agreed in a flurry, as if granted amnesty.

He scrambled out, half-rolling, half-crawling.

The great door slammed shut with a heavy "bang."

The room returned to silence.

Owen gazed at the empty chessboard, his eyes distant.

He knew the road ahead would only grow harder.

Could the cooperation between the Holy See and the Demon Race really reverse the situation?

What other unseen tricks did that arrogant bastard Zhang Beixing still have up his sleeve?

Everything was an unknown.

But there was one thing he was certain of.

No matter what, the dignity of the Holy See must be defended!

Even if it meant shattered bones and crushed body, he would not hesitate!

The news spread like wildfire.

The Demon Race’s Military Force was quietly assembling.

The Human Realm faced an unprecedented catastrophe, hanging by a thread.

Countless eyes turned once more toward the Dark Empire.

"That kid Zhang Beixing is really hard to kill."

"All the various lords are coveting his foundation!"

"Who told him to offend too many people?"

"Let’s see how he cleans up this mess now!"

Everyone chattered, each with their own opinion.

In this stormy era, no one could stay untouched.

And the direction of the situation grew ever more unpredictable.

Deep within the Imperial City, lights blazed.

Countless confidants and subordinates were paying homage to the new Monarch.

Zhang Beixing sat proudly upon the throne, bearing extraordinary presence.

At his sides, Alina and Richard stood left and right, predatory gazes sweeping the hall.

"We pay our respects, Your Majesty. May you reign for a thousand autumns and unify the world!"

Civil and military officials bowed to the floor as one.

Calling out "Long live our emperor," their voices shook heaven and earth.

"You’ve come well."

Zhang Beixing’s lips curved slightly as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Pass down my order: pacify all resistance in the Human Realm as quickly as possible."

"The banner of the Dark Empire must be planted on every inch of land!"

"As for the other hostile forces..."

He narrowed his eyes, his tone turning cold.

"No matter how many come, I’ll take them all."

With that, the black-haired man leapt down from the throne.

His black robe billowed, killing intent surging.

As if at any moment he would go personally to crush those restless fools.

"Master, please calm yourself. Don’t underestimate the enemy..."

Richard hurried forward, carefully trying to dissuade him.

He had no wish to see his lord take risks himself.

"That’s right, Beixing, the situation is unclear. You must be extra cautious."

Alina’s face was full of worry, her red lips slightly parted.

Though she trusted her lover’s strength, she didn’t want him being too reckless.

Zhang Beixing only laughed carelessly, comforting them:

"It’s fine. With me here, what’s there to fear from them?"

"Besides, doesn’t the System still have stacks and stacks of Merit Points lying there?"

"The Host is absolutely right! Your Merit Points nearly pierce the heavens."

The voice of the Persuasion System suddenly sounded.

Filled with worship and reverence.

"Next, you can act freely."

"I will spare no effort to help you trample down all obstacles!"

"Hahahahaha, good!"

Zhang Beixing laughed up at the sky, his heroic spirit soaring.

He knew that with such a heaven-defying cheat escorting him, what could possibly be impossible?

The Dark Emperor was already poised to strike.

He swore to make the entire continent crawl at his feet!

Several days later, the sky was overcast.

Gale winds howled, whipping up a storm of sand.

The ground trembled, horse hooves thundered.

The Demon Race’s great Military Force surged forward in a mighty charge.

At the head, Talons radiated murderous intent.

His awe-inspiring presence made people shiver.

"Vampire Zhang Beixing, your death day has come!"

The Demon King’s shout cracked the air as black mist billowed.

Instantly swallowing half the sky.

At the same time, another urgent drumbeat of hooves.

The Order of Holy Knights of the Holy See also rushed over from another direction.

Their snow-bright armor gleamed dazzlingly under the daylight.

Each pair of eyes was firm, ready to die without regret.

"Treacherous, faithless traitor—how could we possibly let you off?"

Owen whipped his horse forward, shouting high.

As if he would demand justice for the fallen glory of the Holy See.