Chapter 1342 - 541: Striking at Yellow Dragon, Angel Surrenders (Part 2)

"How... how is this possible..."

He muttered to himself, his face ashen.

"A mere vampire can actually invade our territory?"

"Could it be... could it be Heaven’s will to destroy my race?"

"Master! It’s terrible..."

A subordinate rushed into the grand hall in panic, almost stumbling.

"According to the scout’s report, Zhang Beixing’s army is already at the gates!"

"If we don’t do something, I’m afraid..."

"Silence!"

Michael admonished sharply, unwilling to accept this fact.

But soon, he calmed down.

He looked out the window and pondered for a long while.

"Alright, since that’s the case, let’s have a showdown with that vampire!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with battle intent.

"Issue the order, summon all the Holy Knights. We must kill that demon without fail!"

"Yes, Master. We swear to defend the Holy City, not letting the monsters advance a single step further!"

The subordinate responded promptly, full of fighting spirit.

The power of faith made them fearless.

Meanwhile, at the outskirts of the Holy City.

Smoke rose and the sounds of slaughter were deafening.

The armies of the Dark Empire had swept in like a storm.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like rivers.

Countless Angel Warriors were powerless to counterattack.

They retreated in defeat, their ranks crumbling.

"Master, the angels’ defenses have been breached!"

Richard rode swiftly, filled with excitement.

"In another week, the entire Holy City will fall into our hands!"

Zhang Beixing gazed into the distance, full of ambition.

Before him, endless territories were shrouded in darkness.

And the angels’ radiance would be completely swallowed, leaving no trace.

"Good, first lead the army to besiege the Holy City, cutting off all their retreat."

He ordered in a cold voice.

"As for Archangel Michael, I’ll handle him personally!"

Alina was taken aback upon hearing this, quickly voicing her concern.

"Beixing, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone without everything being clear."

Her voice was filled with deep worry.

"Why not wait until the deployment is complete, then..."

"I know what I’m doing."

Zhang Beixing smiled faintly, pulling his lover’s slender waist close.

"Don’t worry, I won’t be harmed."

"Besides..."

He paused, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

"I’m still waiting for that Michael to greet me personally."

Upon hearing this, both Alina and Richard froze.

Then, they suddenly understood.

"So that’s it... The Master had this planned all along..."

They nearly applauded the man’s insightful foresight.

"Then... allow us to bid you farewell, Master."

Richard bowed deeply, his tone respectful.

"But please be extremely careful, don’t overestimate yourself."

Zhang Beixing nodded, brushing his lover’s hair gently.

"Await my good news."

With that said, he leapt up.

The Angel’s Wings spread open, feathers glimmering.

In an instant, he disappeared into the vast cloud sea, impossible to trace.

Within the Holy City, in the grand hall.

Michael was seated on the throne, his brows tightly knitted.

"Master, the subordinate’s attempt to rescue the Holy City is already too late."

A general knelt on the ground, his tone timid.

"The Dark Legion’s assault is too fierce, our army’s casualties are heavy, we simply cannot withstand it."

"What about Zhang Beixing? Is there any news of him?"

Michael pursued, his voice icy.

"Reporting to Master, according to the scouts..."

The general hesitated, not daring to raise his head.

"The Vampire King is already rushing toward the Holy City..."

"What?!"

The Archangel stood up abruptly, his face changing color.

"Damned things, they really are coming for me!"

Just then, a surge of baleful aura arose outside the hall.

Then, a thunderous boom suddenly exploded.

The palace door was kicked open!

Bang!

Countless bricks and rubble flew in all directions.

Smoke rolled, covering the sky and earth.

As the dust settled, a tall and slender figure appeared in view.

He stood with hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering.

His face was expressionless, yet he exuded a commanding aura of a ruler.

It was...

Zhang Beixing!

At this moment, no one doubted any longer.

Standing before them was the true ruler of this continent.

Even the Archangel had to look up to his majesty.

"Michael, long time no see."

Zhang Beixing’s lips slightly curved, his tone leisurely.

As if catching up with an old friend he hasn’t seen in a long time.

However, within these calm words, there was a pressure that made the heart tremble.

Invisibly, it forcefully suppressed the arrogance of everyone present.

"Zhang Beixing, you devil! How dare you step into the Holy City, what do you intend to do?!"

Michael was furious, drew the side sword from his waist, and pointed directly at the intruder.

"Stop being rampant, or I will make sure you have no place to be buried!"

However, before he could finish his sentence.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light passed by.

The Archangel only felt a chill on his throat, quickly lowering his head.

Somehow, a blood mark had appeared on his neck.

Blood splattered, painting the ground crimson.

The surroundings were deathly silent, not a single crow or sparrow could be heard.

Everyone stared in fear at this scene, even forgetting to breathe.

Zhang Beixing coldly snorted, standing with his hands behind his back.

"I told you, you are not worthy to be my opponent."

Every word was powerful and weighty.

"Today, I’ll let you see what true strength is!"

With that, he made a gesture in the void with his hand.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

Countless purples gleamed and directly pierced into Michael’s body.

Splatter!

Blood sprayed, and screams ensued.

Severe pain engulfed him instantly.

Making this proud Archangel unable to support himself any longer.

"Ah... Ah..."

Michael screamed madly, his facial features twisting and contorting.

His consciousness was being torn apart alive.

Fear, despair, endless pain...

Intertwined, making him nearly go insane.

"Stop! I beg you, stop..."

The always aloof ruler of the Holy City was now crawling on the ground like an ant.

He trembled as he raised his head, his eyes pleading.

"I... I am willing to submit to you, Dark Emperor..."

Zhang Beixing coldly laughed, staring down at him.

"Oh? Now you know to beg for mercy?"

"When you were flaunting your power in the Celestial Realm, did you ever think of this day?"

Looking down at this once unyielding man, a sense of revenge filled him.

Yes, this is what he wanted.

Seeing his enemy kneel and bow at his feet, humbly.

"Fine, considering you still have some use, I’ll spare your life."

Zhang Beixing said slowly, expressionless.

"From now on, the Angel Race will be at my command."

"Understood?"

"Yes... I will obey..."

Michael trembled as he responded, scrambling and crawling to kneel.

Too afraid to anger this Evil God any further.

Only then did Zhang Beixing retract his gaze, looking around.

"Listen up, I’ll give you an opportunity."

"Submit, or die."

"Make your choice."

The words fell, and the hall was deathly silent.

Both the Angel and Human soldiers were all terrified.

No one dared to resist, no one dared to defy.

"Your Majesty is wise! We are willing to serve the Dark Empire, sacrificing everything!"

Some recognized the situation and loudly pledged their loyalty.

Too afraid that a step too late would lead to their deaths here.

But Zhang Beixing had already lost interest.

He glanced indifferently at everyone, then turned and left with firm strides.

His back was resolute, his demeanor extraordinary.

As if stepping on the entire world beneath his feet.

[Host, nicely done!]

The voice of the Persuasion System echoed again.

[The angel territory has surrendered, your power has expanded quite a bit again.]

"This is just the beginning."

Zhang Beixing gazed into the distance, his eyes resolute.

"Next, I’m going to meet that Elf Queen, Olwen."

"It’s rumored she’s a formidable warrior, let’s see how true it is!"

With that, he leaped onto his warhorse.

The imposing aura was indescribably intimidating.

"Move out! Next stop, Elf Kingdom!"

Days later, outside a deep and vast primeval forest.

Zhang Beixing sat astride his horse, looking into the distance.

Behind him was an imposing Dark Legion.

The Iron Cavalry was mighty, the banners fluttering.

Ready to capture the elves’ stronghold in one fell swoop.

"Master, the Elves are cunning and adept at illusions."

Richard came to Zhang Beixing’s side, analyzing in a low voice.

"If we fall into their ambush, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Beixing, I think it would be wise to consider it thrice this time."