Chapter 1358: Dominating the World

Crack!

The neck bone snapped, blood gushing out.

The High Priest’s eyes bulged, and he fell silent forever.

“As for this…”

The man held up the Divine Artifact with one hand, glancing disdainfully.

In the next moment, his five fingers closed.

Crack! Crack!

The Divine Artifact turned into powder, dissipating without a trace.

“It’s just like that.”

The man in the black robe withdrew his hand, a cold smile on his face.

Decisive and ruthless in his means.

In just a moment, he had completely severed a clan’s hope.

On the other side, at the Church Headquarters.

The atmosphere was as heavy as water, killing intent pervasive.

Countless bishops gathered in the grand hall, whispering to each other.

“That Vampire Zhang Beixing, along with the Demon Race and Barbarian Race rabble, they all deserve death!”

“These mere heretics also dare to challenge the dignity of the Holy See of Light?”

“Truly ignorant of life and death!”

Angry voices rose and fell.

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, grinding their teeth.

Vowing to cut those defiant heretics to pieces.

Not a bone left intact!

However, the Pope remained unmoved.

He sat high on his divine throne, exuding authority.

A gaze that saw through everything swept across the room.

“Everyone, listen up. At this point, we cannot act recklessly.”

His low voice was unsettling.

“For now, let us hold our positions against the Demon Race and Barbarian Race.”

“The urgent matter at hand is to eliminate that heretic!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the room erupted.

The Pope’s decision was indisputable.

“That brat Zhang Beixing, who knows what sorcery he used to charm people’s hearts.”

The Cardinal Elder spoke, his voice gloomy.

“Even the Holy Light can’t suppress his arrogance, what do we do?”

“No need for concern.”

The Pope said calmly: “I have my plans.”

“The Crystal Beads from the Four Great Divine Artifacts are still in the hands of our Holy See.”

“As long as we gather the other Holy Artifacts and summon the Ancient Demon God…”

“By then, would a mere Vampire not be at our mercy?”

The words were proud, filled with absolute certainty.

As if victory was assured, and they were determined to succeed.

The bishops, upon hearing this, brightened up.

Excited and their confidence rekindled.

“His Excellency the Bishop is wise! With your strategic planning, what do we have to fear?”

“Indeed, we will show that demon what self-destruction truly means!”

“Eliminate evil and promote good, carry out the will of heaven!”

The vows resounded clearly, full of fighting spirit.

“Good, go and prepare.”

The Pope waved a hand, signaling everyone to retreat.

His tone was indifferent, yet faint amusement lingered.

News spread like wildfire.

The world was shocked, hearts were anxious.

No one expected the decisive battle between major forces to come so swiftly.

The city buzzed with speculation, opinions varied.

However, people worried more about the bloodshed this battle would bring.

Fearing that the flames of war would harm the innocent and throw the world into chaos.

Inside the Imperial City, Zhang Beixing sat quietly upon the throne.

Surrounded by a murderous aura, his black robe fluttered.

He seemed like an emperor surveying the heavens.

“Master, it seems both the Holy See and the Demon Race are making moves.”

“The situation on the Barbarian Race’s side is even more perplexing.”

“These parties are likely plotting for the Four Great Divine Artifacts.”

Richard analyzed in a deep voice, his brows knitted tightly.

“If they gather the Holy Artifacts, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

Upon hearing this, the man with black hair simply laughed.

“So what?”

Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, dismissive.

“They are nothing but clay idols crossing a river, unable to protect themselves.”

“And they still dream of commanding the world? Foolish!”

The corner of his mouth curled into a wicked smirk, full of meaning.

“Let’s go, I want to see who’s truly playing with fire.”

He leapt off the throne, and Angel’s Wing suddenly unfurled.

The wings shimmered, majestic and imposing.

“Set out, direct assault on Yellow Dragon!”

“At your command!”

Richard received the order, high in fighting spirit.

Behind him stood the fully prepared Dark Legion.

An iron cavalry of many thousands, invincible in all directions.

“Beixing, you must be careful!”

Alina’s face was full of reluctance, almost in tears.

“Don’t worry, I will return safely.”

Zhang Beixing reassured her with a smile, gently stroking his lover’s hair.

“You support from the rear, do not act rashly.”

With those words, he was the first to advance.

He raised his arm in a rallying cry, leading the army out.

The sky and earth darkened, a sandstorm arose.

Endless darkness, like the descent of an Asura.

He advanced upon those coveting his dominion!

“System, what do you think of the situation?”

During the march, Zhang Beixing communicated covertly.

[Host, the situation is unprecedentedly perilous, with death lurking everywhere.]

[The Demon Race and Holy See are formidable, we must proceed cautiously.]

The voice of the Persuasion System was grave.

[Also, be wary of those allies who merely appear loyal.]

[They might prove to be the greatest threat.]

Zhang Beixing was confident, determined.

“These mere ants, not worth my attention.”

Boastful words, showing the full presence of a king.

As if declaring, this era belongs to him.

And who could contend with him?

Cresting a ridge, the view opened up.

Vast forests, ancient trees reaching the sky.

In the distance, a vague silhouette of a city.

“Here it is, the Elf Race’s stronghold.”

Zhang Beixing sneered: “They, too, should taste hardship.”

A roar that shook the heavens erupted suddenly.

The earth quaked, and the forest swayed.

Countless warriors clad in silver armor swarmed forth.

Leading them was none other than the Elf Queen Olwen!

“Hmph, speak of Kaelen Varrus, and Kaelen Varrus arrives.”

Zhang Beixing was nonchalant, standing with his hands behind his back.

Letting the winds sweep through his hair.

Yet his composure remained unshaken.

“Olwen? Long time no see, hope you’re well.”

He wore a mocking smile, speaking leisurely.

As if he were merely exchanging pleasantries with an old acquaintance.

“Zhang Beixing! You damned Vampire!”

The Elf Queen’s face changed drastically, her beautiful eyes widened with anger.