Chapter 1356: Iron-Fisted Empire, Underlying Currents Surge

An evil smile bloomed at the corners of Zhang Beixing’s lips, like an enchanting mandala flower.

He knew that undercurrents were surging, the situation was treacherous, and an earth-shattering storm was quietly brewing.

The Holy See, the Demon Race, the Barbarian Race… These forces coveting his authority were watching every move of the Dark Empire with eager eyes.

However, in the face of the overwhelming threats, Zhang Beixing remained calm and composed.

“Master, the Pope himself is making a move; it won’t be easy to deal with!” Richard’s expression was serious, his brow furrowed.

He worried that his lord would be overconfident and fall into the enemy’s trap instead.

“My Beixing has always been far-sighted; how could he easily fall into a trap?” Alina was full of admiration, showing no sign of worry.

She had a near-blind trust in this man.

“You all underestimate him too much.” The Persuasion System suddenly spoke, like a thunderclap exploding in their minds.

“The host possesses the ability to defy fate; how could mere mortals shake his throne?”

[Ding, the Pope and others are secretly gathering with intentions against you, please be cautious, Host.]

The cold electronic voice rang out again, emotionless.

“No matter.” Zhang Beixing waved his hand, standing with his hands behind his back.

His slender figure, like a Celestial God descending to the world, was beyond arrogance.

“No matter how many ants there are, they are nothing but dust at my feet.”

As his voice fell, killing intent erupted.

It was as if, in the next moment, he would wash the eight directions in blood.

All around was silent; the ministers did not dare to utter a word.

Only a wisp of cold wind blew, making the atmosphere even more tense.

…

At the Church Headquarters, the atmosphere was solemn.

Countless Holy Knights clad in heavy armor stood in rows.

The leading Pope exuded a murderous aura.

“That demon Zhang Beixing dares to be presumptuous before us!”

The Pope gnashed his teeth, wanting nothing more than to eat his flesh and sleep on his hide.

“Still wants to involve the Demon Race and the Barbarian Race, causing a great upheaval.”

“Simply delusional!”

The Holy Knights’ righteous indignation was aroused.

“Your Excellency the Bishop, we are willing to fight the traitors for you, swearing never to waver!”

“Yes, just a mere Vampire dares to challenge the Holy See of Light?”

“If this hatred is not avenged, we swear not to be human!”

The voices like mountain calls and tsunami roars echoed within the grand hall.

Determined to cut the insolent Dark Emperor to pieces.

However, the Pope only sneered continuously.

He raised his hand to stop the uproar, looking around.

His gaze was sharp, inducing fear.

“No need to be impatient, everyone, we still have a secret weapon.”

The Pope said sinisterly, his tone unfathomable.

“As long as we gather the Four Great Divine Artifacts and summon the Ancient Demon God…”

“By then, won’t the Dark Empire be at our mercy?”

As these words were spoken, the room was astonished.

“The Four Great Divine Artifacts? The Demon God?”

Everyone looked at each other, perplexed.

“That’s right, this is the trump card secretly guarded by our Holy See for a millennium.”

The Pope was confident, determined to succeed.

“One of them is in our hands.”

“Another is held by the Demon Race.”

“As for the remaining two…”

His words turned slightly, with a hint of playfulness.

“Surely the Barbarian Race and the Elf Race won’t stand idly by, right?”

With that, the Pope laughed to the sky.

The laughter was eerie, chilling to the bone.

As if he had foreseen Zhang Beixing’s ultimate tragic end.

In the heartland of the Demon Race, dark clouds pressed down on the city.

A tall man clad in armor sat on the throne.

It was none other than the new Demon King, Talons.

“Zhang Beixing, do you really think just a mere Holy Artifact can threaten me?”

He sneered continuously, looking down on everything.

“The Supreme Demon Ring I wield is not to be underestimated either.”

“Together with the Holy See, the Barbarian Race’s divine artifacts…”

“Hmph, I want to see who can stop our advance!”

As his voice fell, murderous intent surged.

A compelling aura burst forth from the Demon King.

Making all the Demon Race generals present tremble with fear.

“Subordinates dare ask, the people from the Holy See come to make a proposal, after all…”

One guard asked cautiously, his voice trembling.

“Cooperate with them to deal with that Vampire.”

Talons coldly spat out a few words, leaving no room for doubt.

“Mere ants, think they are fit to negotiate with me?”

“Truly courting death!”

“As you command, I will go and refuse them immediately.”

The guard took the order and respectfully withdrew.

Soon, another shocking message spread.

“Your Majesty, the Barbarian… Barbarian Race has some situation.”

A scout stumbled into the grand hall, crawling on the ground.

“Their priest claims to have found a way to summon the Demon God…”

“What?!”

The Demon King’s pupils shrank, almost fainting.

He had calculated everything but had overlooked this.

“Damn Barbarian Race, how dare they be so presumptuous!” Talons punched the back of the seat hard.

The fist wind was fierce, and cracks spread all over.

Sending chills down everyone else’s spine.

“Send the order, put the whole race on alert, guard against those rabble’s sneak attack!”

“If they show any flaw, make sure they never return!”

“Yes, I obey!”

Inside the grand hall, there was a sea of voices.

Numerous Demon Race soldiers agreed in unison.

With high morale, they were ready to die.

A series of messages was like thunder shaking the heavens.

Causing lightning and thunder to flash over the Dark Empire.

Within the Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was heavy.

However, Zhang Beixing remained unmoved.

He sat high on the throne, like a deity overlooking all beings.

“Beixing, what do you think these people are plotting?”

Alina’s delicate body trembled slightly, her tone worried.

“The Master is wise; how could mere people dare shake the empire’s foundation?”

Richard said in a deep voice, his eyes firm.

Though the situation was treacherous, he never doubted his lord’s judgment.

[Ding, the Barbarian Race priest is brewing a secret plan, which might be detrimental to the Host, please remain vigilant.]