Chapter 1371 - 555: Bishop’s Assault, Divine Beast Manifests (Part 2)

With no other choice, they could only silently worry for their master.

While everyone was lost in their thoughts, Aubrela smiled.

With a gentle wave of her delicate hand, the water mirror behind her dispersed suddenly.

Endless starlight cascaded down, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Enough, for the sake of us both being of the Dark Race, I won’t argue with you today."

The Queen of Eternal Night spoke leisurely, her tone playful.

"But remember, the strength and wisdom of my race are not something you can easily fathom."

With that, she turned with grace, striding into the depths of the dense forest.

Her imposing figure emanated an air of superiority over all beings.

"Let us see what fate has in store for you, Dark Emperor."

Leaving behind such a profound remark, Aubrela’s figure finally vanished into the mist.

In the distant sky, a bright moon hung high.

The bright moonlight cascaded over the earth, tearing a gap in the thick darkness.

The north wind howled, swirling up snowflakes and wreaking havoc on the desolate plains.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

In the vast camp, tens of thousands of black armored soldiers trampled everything into chaos, banners flapping.

Iron hooves thrashed the white snow, the neighing of horses was incessant.

Yet all the clamor vanished before that billowing cloaked figure.

Zhang Beixing.

The Dark Emperor, the son of the Demon Ancestor, an unparalleled War God.

At this moment, he sat in the command tent, gaze like a torch, staring into the distance.

"Your Majesty."

A man in a black robe stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, his tone respectful, "The Holy See has begun to gather, it won’t be long before they attack."

"Reports from the Southern Territory state that the Demon Race’s army is also eager to attack at any moment."

Just as he finished speaking, there was another clash of weapons outside the tent.

"It’s the Dragon Descendants, they seem to be trying to launch a surprise attack on the camp."

The black-robed man frowned deeply, worry evident in his eyes.

The situation was more severe than he imagined.

However, Zhang Beixing was indifferent, raising his hand to stop the subordinate’s report.

He curled his lips slightly, and said calmly, "The mere Holy See dares to challenge me?"

"I want to see what tricks these self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites can pull."

His words dropped, cold and murderous.

Cold winds swept a hundred miles around.

As if in response to the Demon Monarch’s resolve.

"Master is wise." The black-robed man was overjoyed, bowing repeatedly.

"With Master’s abilities, what do we have to fear?"

"Surely we can annihilate the Holy See, flatten the Human Realm, and achieve the everlasting endeavors of the Dark Empire!"

The words were firm and full of fighting spirit.

The surrounding soldiers also cheered, morale soaring.

"Long live the Master! Long live the Dark Empire!"

A sea of shouts, overwhelmingly powerful.

Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on that tall figure.

Yet Zhang Beixing remained unmovable, gazing inscrutably into the distance.

Suddenly, he curled his lips into an eerie smile.

In the next moment, a shadow flitted by.

An even more terrifying aura surged from around him.

The fierce wind stopped, and all sounds died away.

The entire world held its breath in that instant.

"They’re here."

Zhang Beixing spoke calmly, but his tone exuded a superior’s composure.

Just as expected, dark clouds pressed down on the horizon in the distance.

Countless black shadows surged towards them, blotting out the sky.

Leading them was a man draped in black robes, crowned with a magical crown.

None other than the Archbishop of the Holy See!

"Cursed devil, meet your end!"

He charged swiftly, leading the way.

The scepter in his hand aimed directly at Zhang Beixing’s face.

Golden Holy Light flickered at the tip, making the world lose its color.

"Dare to step into the Holy See’s territory, you’re courting death!"

The Archbishop turned livid, wielding his magic artifact repeatedly.

Blazing beams of light rained down from the sky.

Boom! Boom!

Thunderous explosions erupted over the battlefield.

Countless gravel and ice shards flew in all directions.

Devouring half the sky.

Yet, as the dust settled and everything returned to silence.

Everyone noticed that the battlefield, which should have been a scene of carnage, stood resolutely with only one figure.

It was Zhang Beixing.

At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a faint halo.

Angel’s Wing spread behind him, holy and beautiful.

Enhancing his breathtakingly handsome face even more.

The Archbishop was dumbfounded, nearly dropping his jaw.

The illustrious Holy Light could not deal with a mere Vampire?

"Master’s divine power! Unbeatable throughout the world!"

Richard cried out excitedly, unable to contain his inner thrill.

At this moment, he felt immense pride in the monarch he followed.

"Beixing..."

Alina beside him also revealed an understanding smile, admiration flashing in her eyes.

She had known all along her beloved man would one day create miracles.

"I already said," Zhang Beixing finally spoke, his voice low and melodious, "you are not worthy of being my opponents."

With that, he slightly raised his hand.

Snap!

The void shattered, and a purple chain emerged out of thin air.

Instantly pulling the Archbishop to the ground, unable to move.

"This is... the power of the curse?!"

The elderly man turned pale, trembling uncontrollably.

The previous strike was absolutely unavoidable.

"Insolence! How dare you act presumptuously in the sanctified Holy See!"

The Archbishop struggled to stand, angrily chastising.

"Men, capture this madman for me!"

No sooner had his words fallen, countless Holy Knights surged in.

Silver armor shone brilliantly under the sun, swords pointing skyward.

"Kill!"

With an order, murderous intent surged.

Yet before they could get close, a chilling cold confronted them head-on.

Splurt! Splurt!

Several blood arrows shot through, swift as the blink of an eye.