Hail the King

Chapter 862: Where Did These Moon-Class Elites Come From? (Part One)

“How can dying candlelight compete with the clear moon in the sky in terms of brightness?”

About 500 meters away in the sky, the 20 Moon-Class Elites surrounded D’Alessandro in the middle like the stars around the moon. They sensed the desperation of Zenitians, and they felt great as they were dominating over them. Level 8 Top-Tier New Moon Elite Dallas said to D’Alessandro arrogantly, “These Zenitians are seeking death! Sir, you don’t need to do anything. Servants like us will handle this for you!”

“That is good. Since these poor mice made such a decision, let them slowly taste desperation.” With cruel and vicious light flashing in his eyes, D’Alessandro said slowly, “Kill half of the mice on the defense wall first. Then, pile their heads into a mountain! I will stain the sun and the sky with blood!”

As soon as he finished speaking, six Moon-Class Elites dashed forward like lightning bolts.

St. Petersburg’s magic protective sphere, [Goddess of Earth’s Protection], was used to block the magic attacks of the enemies, and it did not affect physical attacks, so it wasn’t able to block the Moon-Class Elites.

In just a second, the six Moon-Class Elites already got close to the southern city gate; they were about ten meters away.

“Hahaha! You offended Mr. D’Alessandro! You savages of the north deserve to be slaughtered!”

“You still have time to regret your decision and go back to make amendments. If your emperor crawls out of the Royal Palace and begs for mercy while kneeling in front of the city gate, we will leave a trace of the bloodline of your Zenit Empire!”

“Why are you talking to them? Mr. D’Alessandro already said that half of them need to be killed. I say that we should start with these nobles and warriors who are above Five-Star!”

“Hahaha! Don’t rush it! We need to enjoy this dominating feeling! We will let these poor mice truly experience the fear of death and regret their decisions! Hahaha!”

The Moon-Class Elites laughed arrogantly and got close.

According to the information that they got, most of the Moon-Class Elites of Zenit had died during the invasion of the Ten Empire United Troops. If the King of Chambord didn’t come out and save the situation, this empire might have already been conquered.

“Zenitians don’t have anyone powerful anymore! With the god-like D’Alessandro behind us, there is nothing to worry about!” they thought to themselves.

The nobles and soldiers on the defense wall had dry lips, and they were angry and felt powerless at the same time.

Now, all of them were looking at the watchtower, and there was Zenit’s God of War Arshavin who was dressed in his blackish-red armor, looking as if he were cast out of metal. Since Imperial Martial Saint Alexander who turned tide last time was nowhere to be seen, only this general who brought Zenit hundreds of victories could instill them with some hope and confidence.

No expressions and emotions could be seen on Arshavin’s face; he didn’t respond as if he were waiting for something.

Just as people were getting curious, two dashes of light shot over from the inner region of St. Petersburg, one from the east and one from the west. They stopped before the watchtower and stood in mid-air, showing that they were Moon-Class Elites. One of them was in golden armor with a golden lance in his hand, looking like the sun in the sky; he was Golden Sun Knight Chris Sutton. The other person was wearing a fancy robe and had a delicate golden wine jar in his hand. He was tall and thin, and he looked dashing with the fragrance of wine around him; he was Matt Razi, the No.1 Traveling Poet of Zenit who hadn’t been seen in a while.

Chapter 862: Where Did These Moon-Class Elites Come From? (Part Two)

These two people stood in mid-air before the defense wall, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the way of the six arrogant invaders using their mountain-like auras.

Zenitians on the defense wall cheered loudly.

These two were Moon-Class Elites of Zenit, and they didn’t escape and decided to face the strong enemies even though it seemed like they couldn’t do much.

“Haha! Two stronger mice appeared! Interesting. I thought all the big mice died off!” Among the six foreign Moon-Class Elites, one of them copied D’Alessandro’s tone and mocked. He didn’t expect Zenit to have two Moon-Class Elites, but these two people couldn’t do much to the situation. He turned to his peers and laughed, “Who is interested in butchering these two big mice?”

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“I will!”

Two Moon-Class Elites moved before anyone else had the chance. They wanted to leave a good impression on D’Alessandro’s mind and be favored by the No.2 Disciple of the Continental Martial Saint. After all, studying on the Continental Martial Saint Mountain was the dream for many warriors.

Boom! Boom!!!!!!

Chris Sutton battled a Moon-Class Elite who was wearing bronze armor, and Matt Razi collided with a Moon-Class Elite who was using a giant crystal sword that was about four meters long.

The other four Moon-Class Elites charged toward the defense wall with various-colored warrior energy flames flashing around them.

When almost all the Zenitians on the defense wall looked at Arshavin, these Moon-Class Elites learned that the thin young man who was wearing blackish-red metal armor and standing in front of the watchtower was the head commander. They attacked together and wanted to kill Arshavin in front of everyone to destroy Zenitians’ morale.

Gasps sounded on the defense wall in waves.

In the face of mortal danger, Arshavin held onto his saber tightly and stood straight, not shivering for a bit. As he stared forward with bright light in his eyes, his long hair fluttered in the air like a flag, and he didn’t even take one step back.

Suddenly, four dashes of light flashed and flew out of the crowd of ordinary soldiers, colliding with these four Moon-Class Elites.

“What? Four more Moon-Class Elites?”

The soldiers and nobles on the defense wall couldn’t believe their eyes! Those four dashes of light were indeed enveloping four Moon-Class Elites. With powerful auras, they blocked the four foreign Moon-Class Elites like dragons that suddenly appeared.

Instantly, 12 Moon-Class Elites battled in the sky, and it was hard to tell them apart.

Even the soldiers and nobles of Zenit didn’t know where those four Moon-Class Elites came from, and they didn’t know why they dressed like ordinary soldiers without anyone noticing and suddenly charged out in the critical moment to save the situation!

Further away in the sky, D’Alessandro and the rest of the 14 Moon-Class Elites were surprised; they didn’t anticipate this!

“Aren’t the reports that we got from the Leon Empire and the Anji Empire say that almost all the Moon-Class Elites of Zenit died in the previous war?” they thought to themselves.

“Hehe, this is interesting. No wonder these mice dare to fight me. So, they are hiding some strength!” After a short moment of pause, the mocking smile appeared on D’Alessandro’s face again. Even if the Zenit Empire had hundreds or thousands of Moon-Class Elites, it was meaningless to him.

Moon-Class Elites were like ants in front of Sun-Class Lords who were like dragons. One exhale of a Sun-Class Lord could kill many Moon-Class Elites.