Hail the King Chapter 1090

Chapter 1090: The Last Ditch Effort (Part One)

[TL Note: This is a 1.5-in-1 chapter, so 3 parts.]

                                                                               

Those people who appeared in the campsite of Barcelona were wearing the G.o.dly robes of the Holy Church, and they seemed to have high status.

"Even the Holy Church is involved…" Piazon thought to himself.

The Holy Church and the Dragon Clan were still in a war, and it was heard that both sides used forbidden powers. The Holy Church used secret methods and communicated with Heaven, inviting battle angels to descend from Heaven and battle for them. They had gradually obtained the advantage.

These battle angels were war machines. They were terrifying and grasped the powerful energy of light. They were all both warriors and mages, and they were many times stronger than ordinary human masters in terms of offense and defense.

"Could it be that the priests of the Holy Church are also joining the battle tonight? Is this where Armando's confidence is coming from? Then… what should I do?" Piazon started to get anxious.

If the Holy Church was able to get battle angels to attack Chambord, perhaps this kingdom's defense couldn't last long. If this last city in Zenit was destroyed, the former Zenit Empire would be destroyed forever.

While walking and thinking, Piazon quickly arrived before his tent.

"Without my order, no one is allowed inside."

"Yes, Sir!" Piazon's guards raised their heads and shouted.

Piazon entered the tent.

It was warm and moist inside the tent, and the two girls instantly woke up from their fake sleep; they relaxed when they saw that it was Piazon.

The Silver Moon Knight looked up at the two girls who seemed calm and smiled at them.

These two girls were now wearing thick cotton jackets, and they had devoured some food and were looking much better. It was hard to tell that they were a.s.saulted.

In fact, Piazon didn't do anything to them. The noises that those soldiers heard were fake.

"Sir, you are back?"

The two girls looked at Piazon as their savior, and they quickly went to him in joy when seeing his return.

Piazon already asked these two girls some tricky questions and figured out their backgrounds.

Their parents already died under the butchering knives of Barcelonans, and they hated these invaders to their cores. They were trustworthy Zenitians.

Without wasting time, Piazon asked the two girls to get closer, and he told them about his detailed hypothesis.

Piazon said with a serious expression, "To be very honest, this issue is critical, and I will try to get you two into Chambord City. By then, you must pa.s.s this message to the King of Chambord, making sure that Chambordians are prepared."

"Sir, don't worry. Even if we have to die, we will complete your request," the two girls said firmly with hatred flas.h.i.+ng in their eyes.

Piazon lightly sighed in his mind when he heard this.

In a chaotic world, people's fates were tragic. At this moment, it seemed like the fate of Zenit was carried on the shoulders of these two weak girls.

With a gentle smile, Piazon carefully fixed their messy hair and said, "Dumb Girls. No, you won't die. You will live on and make sure that the empire redeems itself."

"Sir, but you…"

"Yeah, Sir! How about you come with us? It is too dangerous to stay with these Barcelonans.

The two girls tried to persuade Piazon and get him to go with them.

Although these three only met each other less than a day ago, these two girls couldn't forget this handsome young man who saved them from danger. Subtle love started to grow inside these two girls' hearts unstoppably.

Piazon shook his head; he couldn't go now. He was more useful by staying inside the forces of Barcelona.

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Chapter 1090: The Last Ditch Effort (Part Two)

                                                                               

Since he already carried the reputation of a traitor, he didn't mind that already.

He wanted to give that secret scroll to these two girls, but he was afraid that issues might arise, and the King of Chambord wouldn't get the scroll. In the end, he decided to find a better time and give the scroll to the King of Chambord himself. After all, this issue was critical, and he couldn't mess up.

"Later, you two might have to go through some suffering…" Piazon said as he looked at the two girls.

-20 minutes later-

When the female roars, screams, and groans finally ended, Piazon left his tent with two b.l.o.o.d.y 'corpses' in his hands.

Only the lightly twitching arms and legs seemed to show that these two girls didn't die yet.

The guards and soldiers in the area looked at Piazon as if he was a monster. They didn't expect that this little general who looked handsome and gentle would be so vicious and violent; they suspected that he had a fetish for torturing people. That was the only way in which these two girls were beaten to this degree.

"Yuck! Two b*tches who don't know their place!" Piazon cussed with a vicious expression.

This young man dragged the two half-dead girls outside the campsite, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

When Piazon reached Zuli River, he beckoned at two Barcelonan soldiers who were ushering Zenitian refugees. He ordered, "Throw these two btches to the defense wall across the river! Let Chambordians know that this is the ending if they continue to resist and don't surrender. Remember, don't kill them! Hehe, I want to see if the Chambordians will save these two btches!"

"Yes, Sir! Don't worry!"

Seeing the tragic state that these two girls were in where blood and flesh mixed, the soldiers s.h.i.+vered and almost threw up their half-digested dinner. They thought to themselves, "This little general is vicious and sick!"

Soon, the two girls were put onto a wooden cart, and they were pushed toward the area that was crowded by refugees who were dying of hunger and injuries outside the defense wall of Chambord City.

Such things happened every day.

Especially today, a large group of Zenitian refugees were pushed to the other side of the river as the Barcelonans tried to hara.s.s and weaken Chambord's defense.

Piazon observed on the other side of the river. Then, he sneered and turned around, returning to the campsite of Barcelona that the b.l.o.o.d.y trail led back to.

At this moment, loud drumming noises suddenly sounded in the various campsites, and many troops were gathering.

It seemed like it was about the right time to attack.

"Huh? Something is going on?"

The drums woke up Robbin who was napping with his armor on. As the general who was guarding the defense wall tonight, he didn't dare to be careless. He quickly got up and climbed onto the watchtower before looking into afar.

Lights were bright inside the enemy's campsites, and it was noisy.

In just a few minutes, people like Bast, Brook, and Old Aryang all rushed to the frontline after hearing the news.

Old Aryang said after a moment of observation, "Prepare for battle! The Barcelonan soldiers' formations are complex yet tidy, and their morale is rising and condensing instead of falling off. It seems like they are going to attack for real. We might be facing a tough battle."

"Could it be that they found ways to deal with the mystical gold war puppets?" Robbin asked in shock.

The Chambordians didn't know what the Barcelonans were up to in the last while. Since the enemies didn't attack, they must have been scheming something. Right now, the Chambordians could only wait and see.

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Chapter 1090: The Last Ditch Effort (Part Three)

                                                                               

Old Aryang issued a series of orders, and the Chambordians soldiers on the defense wall started to move.

"Should we activate other magic puppets?" Bast frowned as he asked.

"Not right now. We can wait and see. It would be best if we can last until His Majesty comes back. Then, we can try to attack in one go and completely obliterate these Barcelonans. We don't want them to get the chance to breathe." Old Aryang still looked calm at this moment. It seemed like he had the temperament where he could still be calm if a giant mountain collapsed before him. He wouldn't be fooled by the appearances of things; he was a rare and talented general.

"Should we temporarily stop accepting these refugees?" Bast suddenly asked.

"Let's continue. These are all the brave and loyal citizens of Zenit. They have been bullied, tortured, and almost killed by the Barcelonans. As the last line of defense for Zenit, we can't let them down and make them lose the last bit of hope. Besides, they will be affected the most once the battle starts," Old Aryang said firmly without hesitation.

"Hahaha! Ok, Mr. Strategist! I appreciate you for this!" Bast laughed.

Boom!

After a while, streaks of terrifying magic flames shot into the sky from the frontline of Barcelona, and they dashed toward Chambord City like raindrops in a storm.

Everyone's face changed color.

These Barcelonans were cruel and vicious. Although this kind of attack couldn't do anything to Chambord City, the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city would be killed.

"Increase the coverage of the defensive s.h.i.+eld of the city by 50 percent!"

After hearing Old Aryang's calm voice, the communication officer beside him waved magic command flags.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

While light vibration noises sounded, the orange sphere covering the city gradually expanded by 2,000 meters, covering the refugees who fell into desperation and chaos at this moment.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Endless streaks of magic energies smashed onto the energy sphere and exploded like fireworks.

Some refugees who had closed their eyes and waited for their death saw this, and they jumped up and cheered unstoppably.

The thin layer of energy sphere was like an impenetrable fortress, giving these refugees an unprecedented sense of security.

The Chambord Kingdom never gave up on the Zenitians.

Many people were crying in grat.i.tude, and cheers and prayers sounded outside the city in waves.

"Guys, don't panic! Listen to our orders and enter the city in lines!" some Chambordian warriors shouted on the defense wall.

Soon, magic energy flames flashed outside the city as teleportation arrays were activated. Star-Level Warriors jumped off the defense wall to help, and tens of thousands of refugees helped each other and didn't fight. Without causing any chaos, they entered the teleportation arrays in lines with tears in their eyes.

Some Barcelonan spies tried to instigate the refugees and cause chaos, but…

The female rogues from Diablo World were very powerful at this stage; they were like many mini Valkyrie Elenas. Standing on the defense wall, they pulled on their bows and easily killed the people who tried to cause chaos on the spot.

Further away, streaks of powerful energy rose from the campsites of Barcelona.

About four to five of them seemed to have reached the level of supreme masters.

A giant war was about to begin.

"Sir, two girls are trying to see you, and they are below the defense wall right now. They said that they have important intelligence to share with His Majesty." Suddenly, a soldier ran up the defense wall and reported to Old Aryang.

"Girls?" Old Aryang froze.

"Yes, and they said that they escaped from a campsite of Barcelona, and they have urgent information to report."

"Let them come up," Old Aryang said after a moment of hesitation.

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