Chapter 1367 - 553: Eternal Thanos Legacy_2

"I told you, you’re not my match."

Zhang Beixing spoke serenely, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

Shrouded in a murderous aura, his regal majesty was unmistakable.

"Admit defeat, and I might spare your life."

No sooner had he spoken, he suddenly reached out his hand.

With fingers like hooks, he grasped Lilith’s throat with a single motion.

Slash!

Blood splattered, and the air was filled with screams.

The Elf Queen’s vision turned dark, and she nearly fainted.

"Beixing! Stop!"

Alina’s body trembled, and she hurriedly spoke to intervene.

Richard’s expression also changed, his hair standing on end.

Seeing their Master about to commit a grave error, how could they stand idly by?

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

Zhang Beixing reassured her with a smile, releasing his grip.

Lilith staggered back a few steps, drenched in cold sweat.

If not for her profound cultivation, she might not have survived.

"You... What do you want?"

The Elf Queen’s voice was hoarse, filled with terror.

"It’s simple, submit to me."

Zhang Beixing coldly uttered four words, leaving no room for argument.

"From now on, the Evernight Race shall grovel before the Dark Empire."

"Otherwise, I will make you wish for death!"

His words were vicious, chilling everyone’s spine.

All the Elf Warriors turned pale upon hearing them.

Lilith’s face turned ashen, trembling all over.

After a long silence, she finally sighed deeply.

"I... I am willing..."

The proud Queen of Eternal Night, thus succumbed.

No trace of her previous arrogance remained.

"Mighty Master! The entire Elf Race submits!"

Richard trembled with excitement, shouting once again.

The battle’s outcome was decided.

The Dark Empire would annex another race!

"Beixing, you truly are formidable..."

Alina spoke softly, her eyes rippling with emotion.

Full of reverence and admiration, she gazed at the man who could do anything.

"Hahaha, mere elves, dare to contend with me, the king?"

Zhang Beixing laughed triumphantly, brimming with satisfaction.

"I told you long ago, this era is now my domain."

"From now on, all eight points will submit, and all nations will come in tribute!"

"The Dark Empire, everlasting and indestructible!"

His powerful words resonated with vigor.

The vast Northern Lands had long turned pitch black.

Even the distant Nanjiang would kneel at his feet.

Looking around, darkness enveloped everything.

Only the figure on the throne stood high above.

"Master, conquering a mere small Elf Race, why be so proud?"

The Persuasion System suddenly dampened his excitement with enigmatic words.

"Your goal shouldn’t be merely unifying the whole world?"

"Mere elves, not even comparable to the dust beneath your feet."

"If you revel in this, it may instead ruin your grandeur."

These words revealed Zhang Beixing’s inner thoughts.

Indeed, he was destined to dominate everything since birth.

Eternal Night Elves? Holy See of Light?

Merely his stepping stones to the pinnacle.

"Alright, everyone prepare now."

The Dark Emperor suddenly stood up, his cape fluttering.

His silhouette resolute and unstoppable.

"Send word, in three days, I will personally campaign against the Light Sacred Hall."

"It’s time to teach those self-righteous hypocrites a lesson."

"And the Angel Race, Dragon Descendants, all must be ready."

"I’ll see who can stop my advance!"

"As you command, Your Majesty! We will carry it out immediately!"

The ministers responded in unison, fueled with determination.

They charged forward like thunder, crushing like a yellow dragon.

The Dark Emperor would sweep through, marching to eternity.

News spread like wildfire everywhere.

The entire continent trembled once again.

The Pope heard the news, almost scared out of his wits.

This Zhang Beixing, simply the embodiment of nightmares!

"His Excellency the Bishop, the situation is urgent, what should we do?"

The Cardinal trembled, not daring to lift his head.

"Are we just to watch as the light perishes?"

"No! We cannot let that demon succeed!"

The Pope gritted his teeth, showing a fierce expression.

"Relay the order, we shall defend the dignity of the Holy Light to the death!"

"I want to see what divine skills that Vampire possesses!"

With one command, thousands of troops assembled with great momentum.

Determined to fight the Dark Empire to the bitter end.

The Angel Race is also eager and ready to try.

How could they, who were once so arrogant, endure such a great humiliation?

"Just a mere nobody, how dare you be insolent in front of angels?"

Gabriel’s eyes blazed with a fighting spirit, brimming with murderous intent.

"When I draw my sword and go to battle, I will surely bring that reckless fool to justice on the spot!"

The Dragonkin Leader was even more furious, gritting his teeth in hatred, vowing revenge.

The scene of Zhang Beixing slaying Su Luo was vivid in their mind.

Blood splattered everywhere, screams resounded continuously.

With such a tragic outcome, how could they just let it rest?

"You bastard! I’ll have your life!"

The dragonkin warriors were filled with righteous indignation, everyone eager for a fight.

They swore to follow Su Luo’s steps to the death and to fight their enemies decisively!

The situation was changing rapidly, a storm was looming.

Various forces were stirring, what would become of the Dark Empire?

No one knew the answer.

The only certainty was—

That fearsome Vampire King.

With his own strength, he is writing his immortal legend.

Dominating strategies, standing proudly above ancient and modern.

One day, he will surely unify the world!

Inside the Imperial City, lights were bright.

Countless confidants and subordinates were worshipping the new monarch.

Zhang Beixing sat on the throne, extraordinary in demeanor.

Clad in a black robe, looking even more heroic.

"Beixing, this battle may be ominous..."

Alina’s face was full of worry, her brows furrowed.

She felt a vague ominous premonition in her heart.

"No worries."

Zhang Beixing placed his hand on his lover’s fragrant shoulder, his gaze firm.

"The two of us, life and death together."

"It’s just mere Holy Light, how can it stop my steps?"

The words were domineering, resolute and decisive.

Reassuring the red-haired woman, her heart settled.

"Master, I am willing to sacrifice myself for you without hesitation!"

Richard kneeled on one knee, his tone firm.

"With you leading our army, what is there to fear?"

"Very good. Go prepare."

The Dark Emperor nodded with satisfaction, looking out into the distance.

His gaze was fixed on the distant Holy City.

There, lay his lifelong nemesis.

Moreover, it was the final battle of the Dark Empire!

Three days later, at dawn.

A mighty army set out from the Imperial City.

Clad in thick black armor, with sharp spears and halberds.

Every soldier was full of fighting spirit.

Because their great Monarch was leading them into battle.

Swearing to make all lands submit, bowing under the dark iron cavalry!

"Master, ahead is the Holy City of Light!"

Richard spurred his horse with excitement.

"In three days, our army will reach the city walls!"

"Very well."

Zhang Beixing’s lips curved slightly upward, determined to win.

"However, they may not surrender easily."

"I want to see what tricks that old Pope has up his sleeves."

His casual tone, as if discussing a trivial matter.

The Dark Emperor’s martial prowess had indeed reached the Transformation Realm.

Meanwhile, inside the Holy City.

Countless knights in silver armor stood in formation.

Each with a resolute gaze, ready to face death.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, may I boldly ask..."

A White Robe Bishop cautiously stepped forward.

"Is that Zhang Beixing really as formidable as the rumors say?"

"Is it...that we have no chance of victory in this battle..."

The Pope, upon hearing this, let out a series of cold laughs.

"Ignorant! Who says that light must always lose to darkness?"

He waved arrogantly, his gaze fiery.

"Our Holy See of Light, how could a mere vampire shake it?"

"Moreover, we have our final trump card!"

"Trump card?" Everyone present was shocked.

"Indeed. It is the Holy Artifact hidden deep within the Underground Palace!"

"Legend has it, once the divine artifacts are gathered, the Ultimate Judgment can be summoned."

"Eliminating all evil forces!"

The Pope was full of confidence, emanating murderous aura.

This time, he wants Zhang Beixing to die without a burial place!

"Then...where are those few holy relics?"

Someone urgently asked in quick succession.

"The Four Great Divine Artifacts, three have already been seized by the Dark Forces."

The Pope pondered: "Only the last one remains in our Holy See."

"That is, the Sacred Cross!"

As his words fell, the hall fell silent.