Hail the King

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"How dare you injure me? You dirty Zenitian! Die! All of you!" This Moon-Cla.s.s Elite who was injured due to his own carelessness was enraged.

He quickly swung his arm in the air, and a tremendous amount of energy dashed down. The fire-elemental warrior energy instantly gushed over, smashing away all the golden warrior energy.

The ultimate technique of the Golden Sun Knight was instantly dismantled, and his sharp metal-elemental warrior energy disappeared like ice cubes under the hot Sun.

The 16 elite soldiers of Zenit who leaped into the air were also knocked back as if they ran into an invisible wall, and they spat out mouthfuls of blood.

"Is the difference between us this huge?" After witnessing this scene, Chris Sutton couldn't help but smile bitterly.

However, he didn't hesitate or stop. He leaped up and attacked this Moon-Cla.s.s Elite without holding back as the 17th 'moth.'

"Even if I die, I have to slow down this terrifying enemy!" he thought.

In terms of the other two Moon-Cla.s.s Elites who were dashing toward the main gate of St. Petersburg, Sutton had no power to stop them.

"I hope that the G.o.ds can bless Zenit and help us pa.s.s this catastrophe," he thought.

The burning fire-elemental warrior energy splashed at this handsome executive knight and fluttered his hair.

-On the defense wall-

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The magic arrows that contained immerse energy shot out like raindrops in a storm.

The magic energy flames around the arrows illuminated the angry faces of the soldiers of Zenit, and they all wanted to tear those two demon-like figures into pieces. However, these two Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Leon were way too fast. They dashed around like two phantoms, and the Five-Star Warriors who were operating the huge magic crossbows couldn't even capture their locations in time.

This was the sad situation that Zenit was facing

They didn't have Moon-Cla.s.s Elites on their side who could at least slow down the enemies. Even though these magic arrows were powerful and could injure the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Leon, they couldn't hit the targets accurately even though they were shot out continuously.

However, each of these magic arrows were hard to make and expensive, so there weren't a lot of supplies. But during a time like this, they couldn't stop shooting the magic arrows out. If they stopped, the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Leon would instantly approach the defense wall.

[Zenit's G.o.d of War] Arshavin immediately stood up from his chair. Even though he didn't look anxious, he was very nervous inside.

If this continued, the main gate of the Capital was going to be break open in a few minutes.

When the magic arrows were used up and depleted, the St. Petersburg would be conquered.

At this moment, he turned around and looked at the Royal Palace that stood beside the mountain in the center of the Capital. He was a little hopeful, but he also felt ashamed.

The Zenit Empire was pressured to an extreme degree. If Emperor Ya.s.sin who was severely ill appeared and killed the Moon-Cla.s.s Elites of Leon, the current dangerous situation would be eliminated. However, the most powerful people on the enemy's side didn't show themselves yet; they were all waiting for Emperor Ya.s.sin to move first since they weren't sure of his strength.

Once the enemies figured out the real strength of Zenit, the most terrifying attacks would strike the Empire.

At this moment, Arshavin suddenly remembered the King of Chambord for some reason.

He slightly regretted his decision, and he thought, "If our relationship didn't go sour, this arrogant but powerful guy would be here, giving an additional layer of protection to the Empire."

However, this thought only flashed by his mind for a second.

He quickly shook his head and self-mocked, "Why did I think about this despicable rebel? This shameless, arrogant, and short-sighted guy is probably at his kingdom and watching the Empire burn down. He probably can't wait for Zenit to go down! Why would he appear here? Humph!"

-In the sky above St. Petersburg-

"Ok, you can move now. Take care of that Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Leon outside the defense wall and then kill the two in the sky," Paris suddenly said to Fei. She had been observing the situation for a while, and she felt like this was the perfect moment.

"Ok."

"Hehe, Little Man, remember not to use your full strength in the beginning. Only appear to be one to two levels strong than the enemies. Except for that, be as arrogant as possible!"

Fei looked at the [Demonic Woman] and instantly knew what she was thinking.

"She sure is a cunning and scary woman," Fei thought.

Chris Sutton spat out a mouthful of blood and backed off like a broken kite.

That Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Leon defeated him with only one strike.

The vast fire-elemental warrior energy instantly burned his body, and his energy channels and internal organs were damaged by it. A level of pain that he never experienced before overtook his senses, forcing him to sweat buckets, and cracks appeared on his skin.

He knew that his opponent was trying to torture him by burning him slowly from the inside-out.

"Is my final day here? I'm dying for my empire! Ms. Paris, are you seeing this? I'm now a real man, and I'm shouldering my responsibility! I didn't bring shame to the Imperial Knight Palace, and I didn't lose face for the warriors of Zenit in front of the enemies. If… Dear Paris, if I can see you one more time before I die, I would be satisfied!" Sutton thought to himself.

In the final moment of his life, he wasn't scared or angry; he was only regretful.

Since long ago when he first saw the [Demonic Woman], Chris Sutton who was known as a talented genius fell in love with this woman who was a few years older than him. In the beginning, he thought that his status, fame, strength, and good looks would allow him to get any women he wanted, but he failed in front of Paris.

[Demonic Paris] Paris always treated him like a little brother. She adored him, but she never looked at him as a man.

"Hehe, Little Guy, you are still a kid. You are too young and aggressive, and you don't know anything." This was the reply that Paris would give him whenever Sutton confessed to her.

Before, Sutton didn't understand it.

However, after he heard that Paris got defeated at Chambord, he was pushed by that goateed old man named Alpha to battle with the King of Chambord and got used by him.

After he got crushed on the Dual-Tower Mountain, he spent the last while training diligently and gradually understood what Paris meant.

"Hahaha! You are only a little ant! How dare you injure me? I will use the most painful method to kill you! I will burn all your flesh and leave only your skin intact! Hahaha!" That Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Leon laughed viciously as he grasped at Sutton with red fire-elemental energy flames in his hand.

Sutton wasn't afraid. In fact, he had a smile on his face.

He gave it his all, and he didn't feel like he owed anyone anything.

Just when he closed his eyes and waited for his death, something unexpected happened.

A warm hand suddenly appeared behind him and pressed onto his back. A vast amount of warm energy flowed into his body, getting rid of that fire-elemental warrior energy and instantly healing all the injuries on him.

Sutton opened his eyes as he couldn't believe what had happened.

Then, he saw a golden fist punching out from behind him.

Without any powerful aura, it lightly collided with the palm of that Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Leon.

In the next moment, Sutton saw the wicked smile froze on that Moon-Cla.s.s Elite's face, and shock and terror replaced it.

Then, that man was knocked away as if he were struck by a hammer, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.