Chapter 1241 - 494: Clash of Destiny (Part 2)

The Vampire Princess’s identity was finally fully revealed.

However, facing the overwhelming crowds, Zhang Beixing remained utterly still.

His lips slightly curled upward, his eyes deep as an abyss.

"System, activate Pupil Skill!"

As the words fell, his eyes suddenly sparkled with a strange brilliance.

Gloomy purple light flickered, captivation ensued.

"Submit to me!"

A commanding voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

In an instant, all the Holy See warriors halted.

Each one stood like lifeless statues, motionless.

No longer able to advance, as if stripped of all will.

"This... what kind of demon art is this?!"

Michael’s face became ashen, trembling all over.

Could this be within human capability?

It was clearly... the power of a demon!

"Demon art? Ha, it’s just my innate Pupil Power."

Zhang Beixing smiled indifferently, not bothered at all.

"And, I’m no demon."

"I am destined by fate to be the Monarch who rules this world!"

In that instant, golden light burst forth.

Behind him, a pair of pure white wings emerged.

Angel’s Wing, reappearing in the mortal world.

Holy yet majestic, compelling spontaneous reverence.

"This... how can this be possible..."

Michael was speechless, his legs weakened, and he knelt down.

Kneeling before this despair-inducing enemy.

"No... it can’t be possible! How can a mere mortal defeat me, the great Archbishop?!"

He screamed furiously, eyes full of unwillingness.

However, none of this mattered anymore.

The outcome of the battle was already decided.

"My lord, you... you truly are a Celestial God incarnate!"

"To follow you is the blessing of my lifetime!"

Richard and Alina could no longer contain their excitement.

Their adoration nearly overflowed.

Zhang Beixing looked around, the corners of his mouth lifted.

"Everyone, great success!"

"The Holy See is defeated, but this is only the beginning."

"From now on, I want you to battle for me, expand territories."

"Someday, the whole world will bow at my feet!"

With an order, thousands of troops cheered.

With high fighting spirit, their morale soared.

In this moment, the entire battlefield hailed the young Monarch.

Blowing the trumpet of victory for him!

Meanwhile, the Holy See was falling apart.

Broken Holy Artifacts strewn everywhere, bodies scattered haphazardly.

A scene of apocalypse, shocking and terrifying.

"His Excellency the Bishop... spare us..."

The remaining warriors fled, scrambling and tumbling.

Afraid that the horrifying man would take their lives if displeased.

"Waste, all of you are waste!!!"

Michael seemed almost mad, trembling all over.

He plotted meticulously in an attempt to take Zhang Beixing down.

Yet he hadn’t expected everything to dissolve to nothing today.

A complete humiliation; how could he simply let it go?

Just then, an icy voice suddenly resounded in his ear.

"You’re useless now, Michael."

As the words fell, a long sword plunged into his back.

Blood splattered, and the Archbishop thus fell by his own men’s hands.

"What... what on earth...?"

Michael’s eyes widened, disbelieving.

Yet when he saw the face of his attacker, he could no longer utter a sound.

"Lord... Lord Rakshasa..."

Indeed, standing before him wasn’t anyone else.

It was the true master of the Holy See, the mysterious Lord Rakshasa!

"Zhang Beixing, that boy, really is a remarkable character."

Lord Rakshasa chuckled lightly, his tone indifferent.

As if killing was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

"Your ineffectiveness warranted this punishment."

After speaking, he kicked away Michael’s corpse.

His gaze turned towards the distant Zhongzhou.

The youth who captivated the whole world.

"Zhang Beixing, you... you wait for me!"

"I want to see how long you can remain arrogant!"

The black robe billowed, the killing intent surged.

The most dangerous adversary finally emerged.

Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing also sensed an inexplicable sense of crisis.

His brows slightly furrowed, his gaze profound.

"Hongjun is dead, the Holy See is defeated..."

"Why do I feel like this isn’t over yet?"

As if a larger conspiracy was brewing in the shadows.

And he, had just taken the first step into this storm.

"Host, there’s something strange going on."

The voice of the Persuasion System resounded once more.

"The aura of Lord Rakshasa is even stronger than before."

"I’m afraid there’s someone powerful backing him."

"You must be cautious and strategize meticulously."

"No worries, with you here, what do I have to fear?"

Zhang Beixing looked up to the sky and roared, filled with heroic spirit.

"The road ahead is long, I’ll have to see what could possibly be a challenge for me in this world!"

"Good! With such a vast ambition from the host, you will certainly achieve unparalleled feats!"

The System praised loudly, genuinely admiring.

It knew that this young man before it would write a legendary tale one day.

Unify the Eight Desolates and look down upon all heroes!

...

The news swept across the land like a wild wind.

Forces from all directions were agitated.

"Zhang Beixing destroys the Holy See; an army presses at the border, is he attempting to command the world?"

"That boy whom people once disdained has become the monarch who dominates the universe..."

"The winds and clouds of the world arise from this!"

Countless eyes were uniformly fixed on Zhongzhou.

Afraid of missing any action of this peerless hero.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the shadow of Rakshasa silently enshrouded the heavens and the earth.

The Demon Race had not been extinguished; instead, they were regrouping after Hongjun’s death.

Under Rakshasa’s leadership, these scheming beings could not hold themselves back any longer.

They intended to overthrow the entire world and become its rulers in its place.

"Ridiculous, a bunch of fools biting off more than they can chew!"

Zhang Beixing let out a cold chuckle, murderous intent spreading instantly.

Do mere demons and monsters dare challenge his authority?

It’s simply weaving a cocoon around oneself, courting death!

"My lord, the Demon Race has declared war on us again; the leader is none other than Rakshasa!"

Richard’s expression was grave, clenching his fists tightly.

He hated that treacherous demon to the core.

"Rakshasa, huh... quite an interesting opponent."

Zhang Beixing squinted his eyes, a slight smile appearing on his face.

As if eager for the impending battle.

This startled Richard, who hurriedly tried to dissuade him:

"My lord, that Rakshasa is extremely dangerous, our army needs to plan meticulously."

"No worries, with you and I joined together, who in the world would dare to act recklessly?"

Zhang Beixing stood with hands clasped behind his back, unconcerned.

In his view, there was no one in this world who could match him.

[The host is absolutely right, though Rakshasa is troublesome, he is not to be feared!]

The Persuasion System quickly agreed, its words full of trust in the host.

[With my supernatural support and some suggestions for you, victory is guaranteed!]

"Then what are we waiting for? Send orders to gather all forces to prepare for battle!"

Zhang Beixing’s eyes flashed like lightning, full of fighting spirit.

He knew that he was just one step away from achieving his hegemonic ambition.

Just destroy every obstacle completely.

In this world, no one would be able to compete with him anymore!

With an order, the military camp was stirred.

Countless soldiers were ready to set off.

"March forth! For our Great Zhou, to conquer the Demon Race!"

Alina led the charge, her silver armor glinting.

As the Princess of the Vampire clan, it was her unquestionable duty to fight in this battle.

"I am willing to give my all for my lord, dedicating myself entirely!"

Richard followed closely behind, full of morale.

Alive as his lord’s man, dead as his lord’s ghost.

He had long vowed to help his lord achieve a remarkable feat!

With waves of thunderous shouts, the army marched grandly.

Banners fluttered, pointing directly westward.

That’s where the Demon Race was entrenched, also the battlefield for the decisive battle.

And within this formation like a forest of iron cavalry, Zhang Beixing stood imposingly.

His gaze like a torch, looking down on the world.

"Rakshasa, just you wait for me."

"Today, I’ll make you realize the consequences of provoking me!"

From Hell, Demon, do you dare to fight?

In a flash, the army reached the western border.

At a glance, it was dead silent.

The desolate wilderness, without a ghost in sight.

Creepy and eerie, it made people uneasy.

"This... what’s going on?"

Richard immediately sensed something amiss and quickly ordered reconnaissance.

However, just as the scouts were about to set off.

A burst of wild laughter suddenly echoed through the sky.

Startling countless crows, whooshing around.

"Hahaha, Zhang Beixing, you’ve finally arrived!"

It was Rakshasa!

The sinister and cunning demon, who had somehow already appeared on the opposite hill.

"Mere ants, dare to make a show of skills before me?"

Zhang Beixing sneered coldly, not taking him seriously at all.

Golden light condensed in his palm, the world changing colors because of it.

"Rakshasa, do you realize your crime?"

"You should have submitted to me obediently back then."

"And now you still dare to make trouble, do you think I am easily bullied?"

In an instant, murderous intent surged.