Chapter 1374 - 556: Heaven and Earth Dull, Dark Sovereign Reigns_2

The Archbishop clenched his teeth.

His fists were tightly clenched, veins bulging.

"Lord... please listen to my request..."

He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly.

His voice trembled with grief and indignation.

"Please send down the divine weapon, to help me slay demons and eliminate evil..."

"Let darkness never rise again!"

The sound of prayer echoed in the empty great hall.

Solemn and resolute.

As if heralding the end of an era.

Also seeming to foretell the arrival of a new epoch.

In a trance, a golden light suddenly appeared.

It illuminated the endless night, piercing through thick layers of fog.

Within the light, a tall figure slowly emerged.

"Michael, long time no see."

A deep voice, like thunder in the ear.

"You... who are you?!"

The Archbishop was terrified, retreating repeatedly.

This man before him had an aura that made the heart tremble.

Powerful and incomparable.

"I am the one you prayed to."

The visitor’s lips curled slightly, his tone playful.

"The patron saint of the Holy See of Light, Archangel Michael."

As the words fell, thunder rumbled.

Brilliant light shot straight to the sky.

Illuminating the entire world, dazzling and mesmerizing.

"It’s you... thank the Lord for His mercy..."

The old man fell to his knees, trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"Great Angel, are you willing to help me eliminate the demon Zhang Beixing?"

"Mere vampires, how can they shake the majesty of light?"

The visitor sneered coldly, saying proudly.

"Michael, I will certainly assist you with all my might."

"However, to eradicate this scourge, I fear other forces must be employed..."

The angel pondered for a moment, seemingly with some reservations.

"Other forces?"

The Archbishop was puzzled and quickly asked.

Could there be something more powerful than holy light?

"Indeed."

The angel nodded, eyes grave.

"That is... the power of the Divine Beast White Tiger!"

Bang!

A heaven-shaking roar suddenly exploded.

It was terrifying, sending chills down the spine.

Following the sound, one could see a giant silver beast appearing unknowingly atop the hall.

It was entwined with thunder, its eyes like torches.

It was as if a celestial god had descended, majestic and unrivaled.

"White Tiger... that is an ancient fierce beast..."

Michael muttered, unable to conceal his shock.

Unexpectedly, to witness the legendary divine beast.

"Indeed, only by harnessing its power can the Dark Emperor be opposed."

The angel said coldly, "Zhang Beixing’s strength is no longer what it once was."

"If we act rashly, we may meet a bitter end."

The Archbishop heard this, and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

The dignified Holy See of Light, having to rely on the power of a demon beast, was indeed ironic.

But at this moment, he could not afford to think much, for the enemy was before them, leaving no room for error.

"Alright, I agree."

The old man gritted his teeth, making a decision.

"I beg the Divine Beast to lend me its strength to eliminate that demon!"

Before the words fell, the White Tiger howled towards the sky.

In the deafening roar, the heavens and the earth seemed to shatter.

Countless bolts of lightning burst forth from its body.

Forming a giant net, it shot directly into Michael’s brow.

In an instant, brilliant light filled the space.

When the light dimmed, as everyone reopened their eyes.

The Archbishop was seen enveloped in a layer of pristine armor.

As if a celestial deity had descended, extraordinarily handsome.

"Thank you for your assistance, Divine Beast, I will spare no effort to exterminate the formidable foe!"

His tone was firm, his fighting spirit high.

Sworn to trample the darkness with the glory of the Holy See.

"Go, messenger of light."

The angel said leisurely, "May the Lord be with you."

As the words fell, a golden flash appeared.

The tall figure vanished instantly without a trace.

Leaving Michael standing alone, gazing into the distance.

His heart filled with mixed feelings and numerous thoughts.

This was a battle between light and darkness.

The collision of the Holy See and vampires.

The outcome remained uncertain.

However, one thing he was sure of.

And that was, he cannot lose.

He absolutely cannot allow the evil force to shroud this land.

Thinking of this, the Archbishop clenched his fist.

His gaze resolute, filled with a determination to face death unflinchingly.

"The Lord’s grace is boundless... We will surely give our all..."

The deep sound of prayer lingered for a long time.

Contrasting sharply with the deadly silence of the darkness.

A solitary figure walked farther and farther away.

Only the biting northern wind ruffled his garments.

The land shrouded in darkness stretched to infinity.

Smoke signals rose across the vast earth.

Thousands of troops were marching southward in a majestic formation.

The leader, none other than Zhang Beixing, the Dark Emperor.

At this moment, he was mounted on a horse, exuding an extraordinary aura.

His entire body was enveloped in a crimson blood glow, exuding a deadly presence.

Even the sun and moon in the sky had to avoid his sharp edge.

"Master, recently, the Holy See and the Demon Race have been active frequently, there must be conspiracies at play."

Richard reported gravely, in a low voice beside him.

"I’m worried they’ll join forces to set an ambush, plotting against us."

But Zhang Beixing only gave a faint smile, completely unconcerned.

"Mere trifles dare to be presumptuous before this king?"

Zhang Beixing’s lips curled slightly, his tone indifferent, yet carrying an overwhelming sense of dominion.

Standing with hands behind his back, he gazed inscrutably into the distance, contempt evident in his eyes.

"No matter how many come, I will accompany them to the end."

The Dark Emperor was determined to win, surrounded by a menacing aura that chilled to the bone.

"Beixing, you must be careful."

Alina’s beautiful eyes were filled with worry, her graceful body trembling slightly, afraid that her beloved would meet with mishap.

"I always feel things aren’t that simple..."

"Master is a god of tactical genius, how could mere Holy See shake the grand scheme?"

Richard was full of fighting spirit, confident in the strength of his lord.

"With your wisdom, you will surely see through the enemy’s tricks and capture them all in one fell swoop!"

[Host, remember not to be careless.]

The Persuasion System also reminded earnestly.

[The Holy See and the Demon Race are colluding, there must be conspiracy behind it. We must plan for the long term.]

Yet Zhang Beixing remained indifferent, laughing heartily up to the sky.

The heroic voice echoed through the clouds.

"Hahaha, mere ants, wanting to contend with this king? Overreaching yourself!"

His gaze pierced through layers of mist, looking towards the distance.

There, lay the lairs of the Holy See and the Demon Race.

Countless enemies watched his every move with hostility.

Attempting to use this opportunity to bring down this terrifying presence that instilled fear.

However, is the Dark Emperor so easily defeated?

He roams the world, invincible.

From a low tier Vampire, he grew to become an unrivaled overlord.

Nothing could hinder his steps.

"Everyone, set off!"

With Zhang Beixing’s command, thousands of troops surged forward.

Headed towards the enemy, charging forth.

The Iron Cavalry surged like a tide, flags fluttering.

The Dark Legion swore to use blood and life to fight for their king on the battlefield.

"Beixing, I will always be with you..."

Alina said firmly, her beautiful eyes flickering with the light of faith.

"No matter where you go, I will follow at your side."

Richard knelt on one knee, his tone resolute.

"Master, I am willing to go through fire and water for you, and never hesitate!"

The Persuasion System also solemnly promised.

"I shall assist the master in ascending to divine status, overcoming all obstacles!"

Zhang Beixing surveyed the surroundings, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Yes, this world will ultimately submit beneath his feet.

Even gods cannot shake his will.

"Send down the orders, all troops swiftly assemble."

"Next, I want to take down the Church Headquarters within three days."

"As for the Demon Race, prepare to stand guard."

"I want to see what other tricks they have!"

"As you command, my king!"

A million soldiers responded in unison, filled with fighting spirit.

The once tranquil camp erupted instantly.

Smoke rose, and a killing atmosphere pervaded.

The Dark Monarch was leading his army, drenched in blood on the battlefield.

Nothing can stop his iron hooves.

He wants this continent to bow beneath his throne.

He wants all enemies to tremble and submit.

This is Zhang Beixing, the Dark Emperor.

Peerless through the ages, arrogant across the world!

Three days later, outside the Imperial City.

Countless followers of the Holy See were trembling on their knees.

They looked up, eyes filled with panic and despair.

Once high above, Archbishop Michael now had a face like ashes, his body trembling.

"Zhang Beixing! You demon! Today, I shall act on behalf of the heavens to kill this scourge!"

The old man gnashed his teeth, raising the scepter high.

The Holy Light gathered at the tip, making his face exceptionally ferocious.

"And you traitors, all deserve to die!"

He turned his angry gaze towards the Dark Legion by his side, wishing to eat their flesh and sleep on their skins.