HAIL THE KING !
Chapter 122.1: Oh, That's All Fake (1)
"Oh no…"
Seeing white-haired master Murphy being flown like a sack of cloth, Paris in the distance released a desperate roar. He successively dashed forward several times in the air like lightning, and caught it right before he collided with the ground.
There were two surprising dents on the chest of this white haired old man – pair of fist marks.
These two former fists were 4 to 5 centimeters deep, printed deeply on the chest of Murphy's white hair master, and one could clearly see the ridge of the knuckles. The violent force did not leak at all and all was directed at Murphy's body, almost completely destroying the heart and meridians of this sharp master. A huge mouth of blood came out from his mouth like a spring. Under the support of Paris' two hands, the grand master who had just massacred the enemy was now barely able to stand in place.
Ten meters away.
The shocking figure of the knight who was almost immersed in a sharp surge of energy, was now completely straightening his body and standing on the spot.
A strange smile appeared in his mouth, and when he removed the T-shaped protective helmet on his head, revealing a sharp chestnut-colored short hair, a handsome face, a straight nose, a straight nose, and the contours of the angular face appeared on the panicked Parisian pupils and Murphy. This warrior was not very big, one could even say he was rather weak and thin, but his body was filled with the typical military blood iron breath. He gently stood there, instantly giving people an oppressive atmosphere facing millions of troops.
"Ar ... His Highness Arshavin?"
Upon seeing this knight's face, white-bearded hair master Murphy and the flirtatious lady of Paris's face suddenly turned pale, and a shocked expression appeared.
The dignified Prince Elder of Zenit Kingdom, [God of War] Arshavin actually appeared in person?
How is this possible?
Paris clearly remembered the information they had received earlier, His Majesty should be in the imperial camp now, who could be the person who was in the [Iron Blood Hero] camp in the emperor's capital? Paris was very intelligent, he almost immediately thought of another possibility – very clearly, that His Majesty Arshavin in the Royal Camp was just a substitute used to cover their eyes and ears!
This is the last murder!
This is a joker card on the sleeve!
Who would have thought that the dignified Elder Prince actually did not mind to lower his position, camouflaged personally and secretly joining the Envoy Group, coming to Chambord City early, he said, and then giving a surprise attack at a critical time, easily seriously injuring the enemy's main master, reversing the entire situation.
The person who should not have appeared, appeared.
Then, everything changed.
And at this moment, Fei who was still flowing and hovering within the dust in [Assassin Modric] also became dumbfounded after seeing this scene, because he recognized the short-haired warrior who was thin and brown-faced. If he did not remember wrongly, on the first day that the Envoy Zenit Team arrived in the city of Chambord, the identity of this warrior was the driver of the Elder Princess carriage.
At that time Barbarian Fei's level had just reached level 16, her feelings were not very accurate, and she only felt vaguely that this driver was a pro, he said, but he never thought that this pro was actually taller like a hundred-story skyscraper.
And, from the exclamation of Paris and Murphy just now, Fei also finally found out that the chestnut-haired short swordsman had another different identity – Imperial Elder Prince Andre Arshavin, had, the man who was likely to inherit the throne of Emperor Yaxin and rule the Zenit Empire, and the man known as the [God of Zenit War].
This discovery really surprised Fei.
Today, the things that happened at the peak of the Eastern Mountain were simply too incredible. Famous figures emerged from thin air one after another, and unexpected events occurred one after another, because he realized that he was still a little too lacking when compared to how these great figures plotted strategy.
"Paris, you have to tell them to stop. ”
But his face did not have the slightest pleasure in getting things done. Even though this woman before his eyes had once helped his not-so-friendly younger brother and brought him to her in many almost unbearable troubles and losses, and before this, before, he had dreamed many times to kill her . But, now that this woman's life was completely grasped by her hands, Arshavin suddenly had a slight feeling.
Such a perfect woman, unfortunately she could not be by his side …
Paris quickly calmed herself down, she sighed and gently waved her slender arms.
The entire battlefield was instantly calm.
In fact, after Elder Prince Arshavin appeared, many people had already consciously or unconsciously stopped this now seemingly meaningless fight, especially after seeing two fist marks in front of Murphy's chest. Almost everyone at the top of East Mountain instantly realized, at this point, the outcome of this battle was actually predetermined.
In the Zenit Empire, Prince Arshavin was a legend.
The prince under 25 this year had raised his fire element energy to the level of a 6-star, where his energy could be as physical as a blade, sharp, that was known as the number one young talent of the Zenit Empire in hundreds of years. In addition to his powerful strength, he was also an expert in the art of war, experienced in combat, and blood baths for six years, during which he received a number of prominent military awards. [The Iron Blood Camp] was also invincible, known to be invincible, and was an elite division ranked one of the Zenit Empire, enjoying a reputation as a [War God Whip].
If it was a normal state, the older generation Murphy could still fight this Zenit War God, but after being caught off guard, he had been severely injured with his meridians destroyed, leaving him on the edge of death. But, Arshavin was only slightly injured while trying to withstand the previous golden energy storm, and now he still had about 70 to 80% of the strength. Relying on his own strength, now this Your Majesty actually has the ability to control the remaining battles.
As the two sides stopped fighting, the dust in the air also gradually settled down.
The remaining limbs and blood-soaked mud covered the battlefield.
Around the Altar King, the expressions of the survivors were somewhat different.
There were obviously more people with red ribbons on their arms. They previously had control over the battle, but now the number of their heads did not affect the outcome of this battle at all. Six-star elites like Arshavin could instantly crush them into slags with a single finger. The people from Shanui Kingdom, Luna Kingdom, and Chata Kingdom immediately revealed expressions of fear and despair.
And the envoys of the countries that suffered terrible losses from the surprise attack were all overjoyed, and some even cried.
As Paris waved his hand, the crowd became very orderly.
After an explosion of careful steps, the assassins all stood behind the Paris demon woman, and those with red ribbons all stood by the Paris side desperately. At this moment, although they could not feel more regret about their actions, it was still futile. This is a suicide gamble, and standing on the wrong side of this assassination operation is basically declaring the end of their lives and the country they represent.
And on the other hand, some innocent survivors were still terrified, as if they were little chickens finding their mother in the presence of an eagle. They stood trembling behind the Prince and the Elder Princess. Amidst the crowd, little prince Modric of Lake Kingdom was covered in injuries, but he was also lucky to have survived.
The group was eventually split into two.
The atmosphere was very oppressive.
At this moment, Fei came out with his pleasant footsteps and a wide smile. He turned to [Barbaric Mode], it was just that his body had some minor injuries, and the King robe he wore for this ceremony had already been torn apart. The soft layer of skin underneath also had a bloody hole face His face was covered in blood, leaving only a pair of black eyes. Fei was completely covered in blood, almost looking like a blood clot standing upright, leaving bloody traces everywhere he stepped.
Such a wound, it was only pitiful to the point that one could cry sadly seeing this.
Everyone who saw this scene were all suspicious as to whether this little king would fall to the ground to go see Jesus at the next moment. What was even more sad was, the entire City of Chambord, except for this unlucky little king who had been crowned his coronation ceremony, all the guards and officials were all dead. Lampard, Drogba, Oleg, and Barak and so on, all their corpses lying silently on the outskirts of the ruins of the Altar King, fresh blood staining the rocks and soil beneath their bodies …
"Ah, Alexander, nice to see you're still alive!"