Chapter 1253 - 500: Northern Territory Holy War (Part 2)

Yes, a new legend has already been born. From now on, there is no one in this realm who can shake his authority.

Seeing this, the Persuasion System couldn’t help but smile. It seemed that it had anticipated the direction of events.

[Host, well done. With this Soul Purifying Staff, your strength will surely reach new heights.] [Combined with the momentum of this battle, who else in this world is your match?]

"Elder, you overpraise me. I merely gained a handy weapon." Zhang Beixing replied humbly, taking from Michael’s corpse the formidable Holy Artifact.

"It is the mutual understanding we share that is the root of being invincible." "Without your constant guidance, I fear I would have lost my way long ago."

[Haha, no need for courtesy. You and I are one, why discuss the distinction between master and servant?] The System laughed heartily, quite pleased with the commendation.

[However, the upcoming battles are likely to be even more brutal.] [Both the Demon Race and Alien Race are plotting something. They will likely take action soon.] [We must remain vigilant.]

"I understand. Force is fleeting, strategy is the key to victory." Zhang Beixing nodded, carefully storing the spoils of war.

"In this battle, whether it’s the Strategists’ must-fight region of the Southwest Three Provinces, or the entrenched Barbarian Race in the Northern Lands..." "I will conquer them all to lay the groundwork for my ambitions!"

His gaze was resolute, his fighting spirit high. These words were the true reflection of his grand ambitions.

"Let’s go back to the Capital City. The days ahead will be long..." Zhang Beixing turned and departed, his silhouette growing more distant, soon disappearing into the horizon.

Behind him, Richard and Alina looked on with complex expressions. In their eyes, there was both excitement and subtle worry.

"Though Master won a great victory this time, the downfall of the Holy See brings endless troubles..." The female General murmured to herself, secretly uneasy. Vampires and the Holy See have always been at odds. Now that the adversary is defeated, she, a fugitive, fears her days will be even harder.

"Alina, you overthink it. The Master has always assessed the situation well, with deep foresight." Richard reassured her, his tone firm. "With his strategic planning, what do we have to fear?"

"Let’s hope so..."

The two exchanged a glance and ultimately smiled reassuringly.

Indeed, trusting in the Master is the right way. Everything is mere fleeting clouds.

Since they follow, they must devote themselves wholeheartedly, until death. Because, this is the meaning of lord and minister.

It is to gaze at the stars, it is to keep one’s feet on the ground. It is to use their own hands to lift a rising red sun!

At this moment, who doesn’t wish to brave fire and water for this unparalleled hero? Who doesn’t wish to write a brilliant Chapter for this tumultuous era?

The war drums rise again, the trumpet sounds anew. Zhang Beixing’s legend is just beginning. More conquests and dazzling glory lie ahead.

This is the destiny of the Child of Destiny. To unify nations, to subdue the Nine Provinces!

When the winds of change converge, there will be a thousand years of praise and commendation...

The Demon Race’s lair lies dead silent.

An aged figure sits on the throne, eyes closed, expressionless.

Suddenly, the urgent sound of footsteps breaks the palace’s tranquility.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" The newcomer, in a hurry, almost stumbled to the ground. "The Holy See... there’s trouble at the Holy See!"

"Oh?" The Demon Emperor slowly opened his eyes, his tone calm. He seemed unsurprised by the unexpected news.

"Michael is dead! The army is completely annihilated, with no resistance left!" The messenger’s voice quivered, his face ashen. "It’s all that damned Zhang Beixing, he killed Michael!"

"Ha..." The old figure on the throne suddenly chuckled.

Then a thunderous laughter erupted in the great hall, echoing in every Demon Race soldier’s ears.

"Hahaha! Zhang Beixing, truly lives up to his name!" The Demon Emperor suddenly stood, surrounded by Demonic Qi. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

"A mere human possesses such skills, how interesting!" "Well then, this world indeed needs some changes."

"But Your Majesty, that boy is ambitious and scorns the world. How can our race sit idly by?" The subordinate said, astonished. A dignified race, when has it ever been provoked by such a brat?

"No matter." The Demon Emperor was indifferent, instead, he laughed even more wildly.

"Zhang Beixing, oh Zhang Beixing, do you know that the world has no shortage of enemies?" "You may have killed Michael, but can you kill every person in this world?" "I want to see how long you, a fledgling, can remain arrogant!"

That said, he suddenly raised his hand. A trace of eerie red light flashed in his palm, then disappeared into the void.

"Everyone withdraw. Watch as things unfold, and avoid rash actions." The Demon Emperor waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. "This game has just begun. I want to see what that boy is truly capable of!"

"Yes..."

The subordinates responded fearfully and left in droplets, fearing any slight negligence might anger this Evil God.

Inside the great hall, silence returned. Only the Demon Emperor’s laughter continued echoing in the darkness.

...

The wind howled, snow fell thickly. The winter in the Northern Lands never spares its fierceness.

Across the vast snowfield, a figure is slowly moving forward. His broad black cloak flutters in the wind.

This person is none other than the spirited Zhang Beixing.

After the battle with the Holy See, his name has already spread across The Great Six. Countless eyes are secretly watching every move of this newly emerged force.