Hail the King

Chapter 865 - Collapsed Moon-Class Elites

Chapter 865: Collapsed Moon-Class Elites (Part One)

“Lightning Speed Fist!”

This mysterious man who just joined the battles roared like a dominating lion and showed his fangs.

He punched out, and many small lightning bolts shot out of his fists, turning into many silver snakes and enveloping the battles that were happening. His punching speed was fast and on par with the speed of light, far quicker than the reaction speed of ordinary warriors.

As a series of screams sounded, a few Moon-Class Elites who came here with D’Alessandro were struck by punches that looked like beams of light and exploded in mid-air. Then, their blood, flesh, and bones fell from the sky.

Loud cheers sounded on the defense wall of St. Petersburg again.

Everyone was sure that this golden-lion-like master who seemed invincible was on Zenit’s side. Also, since this master’s golden armor also contained the similar mysterious power which was full of vicissitude just like those four masters of Chambord, it was clear that he was from Chambord as well.

“Frank Lampard, the former No.1 Master of Chambord?”

Standing before the watchtower, purple-dressed girl Ziene whispered to the Elder Princess. She was now a peak Seven-Star Warrior, and she could catch the split-second traces of attack in these high-level battles. It also meant that she could recognize the identity of this burly middle-aged man who just joined the fight.

The Elder Princess frowned slightly.

Elder Prince Arshavin also shivered a little after hearing her words even though his body didn’t move when facing powerful enemies like D’Alessandro.

Both Tanasha and Arshavin were the first two people from the noble circle of Zenit who saw Chambord in its original state. When they first met Frank Lampard, this former No.1 Master of Chambord was only a Three-Star Warrior who was as weak as a bug in their eyes. The so-called No.1 Warrior seemed like a joke to them since they were in different worlds.

Now, even ordinary soldiers who didn’t have any warrior energy could tell that Frank Lampard was profound and powerful. Even in the chaotic battles involving the Moon-Class Elites, he stood out and was insanely powerful. As the fang of the golden lion reflected a chilly light, no one could defend against his Lightning Speed Fist.

“His strength is probably close to the Sun-Class Realm, and he could probably advance if he makes one more breakthrough... This is terrifying. Such an elevation speed isn’t inferior to the King of Chambord himself!” Ziene sighed subconsciously; this was the instinct of a warrior.

She knew that this must be connected to the King of Chambord.

All the warriors following the King of Chambord were growing at insane speeds. People like Lampard and Drogba weren’t exceptions; Chris Sutton and Little Luffy also proved this point.

“Long live Zenit!”

“Our empire is invincible!”

“Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!”

Such battles only existed in legends and tales for ordinary people. This master of Chambord in golden armor seemed truly invincible.

Spilling of blood, shattering of bones, crying of enemies, and bold laughter of their heroes...

All these scenes were shocking to them in this morning that was supposed to be filled with desperation. The Zenitians on the defense wall were elated. Even the haughty nobles hugged and laughed with ordinary soldiers around them, and they cheered for their heroes together!

As they cheered, more incredible things happened.

They weren’t sure when, but a few more figures appeared in the sky.

Chapter 865: Collapsed Moon-Class Elites (Part Two)

Some people already recognized these masters. There were masters such as [Son of Wind] Torres, [Destructive Finger] Cech, [Tornado Fast Saber] Robbin, and [Desperation Creator] Oleg who had made appearances during the competition among the affiliated kingdoms. There were also masters who were new to people not from Chambord, and they were people such as young Priest Jessie and a few white-haired senior Moon-Class Elites.

These people didn’t participate in the battle, but they were stood in the sky and watched.

Their powerful auras and their ability to stand in the air told others their strength and their stance; they were all masters on the side of Zenit.

Gradually, the situation was turning to an angle which no one had anticipated before.

At least in terms of the number of masters, the Zenit Empire was no longer at a disadvantage.

Also, even the ordinary soldiers could tell that the Gold Saints of Chambord who were participating in this messy and grand battle were winning despite their numbers disadvantage. Especially that golden-lion-like, middle-aged man, he was invincible in this battle! No one could last one round against his fists!

“How is this happening?”

In a flash, fewer than seven Moon-Class Elites who came with D’Alessandro were still alive. They were now terrified, and they didn’t want to battle anymore.

“This is f*cked! Didn’t the report say that the Zenitians don’t have more Moon-Class Elites? How come there are so many of them? Also, they are all ferocious... If we knew this is the case, we wouldn’t have come here even with D’Alessandro!”

“Save me...”

A Moon-Class Elite screamed.

He used all of his strength and finally got out of the battle. While he dashed toward D’Alessandro, a lightning bolt caught up with him, and Lampard’s Lightning Speed Fist eliminated this opponent who had lost his arrogance.

As energy flames flashed in the sky, the other five Moon-Class Elites who survived until now tried to escape with blood all over their bodies. As if they were having nightmares, their faces paled, and they were terrified. In fact, they were so rattled that one of them lost the sense of direction and dashed into St. Petersburg.

Cheers and laughter sounded on the defense wall again.

-Further away in the sky-

D’Alessandro’s face turned dark; he didn’t understand why such a little level 1 empire suddenly revealed such powerful strength; this was against all common sense.

Aside from the other hidden strength and history, just the power that Zenit demonstrated right now could make it into a level 5 or level 6 empire.

Especially those Moon-Class Elites with golden armor; they obtained lost combat techniques from the Mythical Era, and the strange phenomenon that appeared when they summoned their armor shocked D’Alessandro to his core. These masters couldn’t be counted as Moon-Class Elites anymore, and they had traces of godly power in them, which was the most terrifying part.

“These people shouldn’t be Zenitians. But, which force are they from? How could they have such powerful masters? Why is this force getting involved in the conflict between Zenit and me? Is this force trying to go against the Continental Martial Saint Mountain?”

With his guard up, D’Alessandro slowly unleashed his strength and got closer to St. Petersburg. Also, he raised his voice and asked, “Who are you? How dare you get involved in the business of our Continental Martial Saint Mountain? Are you trying to become enemy with my master, Maradona?”