Chapter 1346 543: Campaign Against the Barbarian Race, Defeating the Holy See

Blocking the enemy army's path!

"What an uncivilized bunch." The Dark Emperor sneered, looking down at the vast Barbarian Race,

his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

"Very well... Today, I'll be merciful and show you all my power!"

As his voice fell, a flash of blood appeared in the palm of his hand.

It was—the Soul Devourer!

This terrifying Divine Artifact had killed countless powerful enemies.

And now, it would drink blood once again.

Swish——

Purple light flickered, the wind howled.

The heavens and earth were instantly shrouded in this bloody aura.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless blades shot out from Zhang Beixing's fingertips.

Wherever they passed, bodies lay scattered, rivers of blood flowed.

In mere moments, he had slain over a thousand enemy troops!

Heads rolled, severed limbs covered the ground.

Everything testified to the terror of this Evil Emperor.

"Ah——!!!"

Screams rang out one after another, echoing across the wasteland.

In just a moment, half of the Barbarian Race's camp was utterly destroyed.

In disarray, they fled in panic.

"How could this be... How is this possible..."

Totem's pupils shrank, his face filled with horror.

Thousands of elite soldiers defeated with just one move?

How terrifying is this Vampire?

Zhang Beixing, however, was indifferent, standing leisurely.

His cold gaze lightly landed on the opponent.

As if enjoying a dying man's performance.

"So? Have you witnessed my prowess?" He smiled slightly, retracting the Soul Devourer.

His tone was relaxed, as if it were all just a jest.

"You... What kind of monster are you?!" the Barbarian Chief gritted his teeth, furious.

With undying battle spirit, he was still unwilling to give up.

"Monster? No... I'm just the ruler of this era." Zhang Beixing said casually, standing with his hands behind.

Composed and regal.

"Survival of the fittest, only the strong survive." He spoke slowly, each word heavy.

"If you can't even overcome me, what right do you have to call yourselves a 'Barbarian Race'?"

His words were mocking, every word piercing the heart.

Causing Totem's chest to heave violently, nearly losing consciousness.

But the next second, he suddenly laughed maniacally to the sky.

A shrill laugh echoing across the wilderness.

"Hahaha! Not bad... Not bad..."

The Barbarian Chief muttered madly, eyes blood-red.

Clearly, he was pushed to the brink.

"Even if I die today, I'll take you with me!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a wooden carving.

Chanting rapidly under his breath.

It was an ancient and evil witchcraft.

It was said that just hearing its sound would burn one's viscera, a fate worse than death.

"Master, be careful! He's going to release a 'curse'!" Richard was horrified, quickly shouting.

Afraid the master would suffer this terrible blow, bringing Doomsday Irreversibility.

"Quickly dodge! Don't get hurt by this evil spell!" Alina was so anxious she was about to cry, shaking her head repeatedly.

She couldn't understand why every battle had to end in such a thrilling manner.

"A curse? Hah... It's nothing." Zhang Beixing snorted, not bothered to pay attention.

In his view, mere witchcraft couldn't harm him in the slightest?

It was laughable.

Amidst everyone's terror and shock.

The Soul Devourer gently swung, a flash of blade light.

Thud!

The wooden carving shattered instantly.

Turning into starlight, dispersing into the sky.

Simultaneously, the witchcraft ceased abruptly.

The menacing aura vanished instantly.

Everything turned peaceful again.

"No... This isn't possible..." Totem was stunned, shaking his head desperately.

His ultimate move, easily countered like that?

"I told you, you're no match for me." Zhang Beixing spoke calmly, eyes cold.

"Accept your fate. Today, all the men of your tribe will serve me."

Before he finished speaking, the Soul Devourer swung again.

Purple light flashed, piercing through clouds and rocks.

Clang!

The Barbarian Chief felt a chill at his throat, looking down.

A bloody mark appeared on his neck.

Blood gushed out, staining his robe crimson.

"No..."

The iron-blooded warrior, at this moment, fell heavily to his knees.

He reached out, trembling, wanting to grasp the man before him.

But before touching him, he was dead.

Thud!

The body fell lifelessly, trembling in the pool of blood.

For a long time, there was no more movement.

Thus, the resistance of the Barbarian Race finally subsided.

A bloody massacre came to an end.

And the scales of victory tilted again towards Zhang Beixing.

Richard and Alina quickly stepped forward.

They knew they were witnessing the birth of a legend.

A king destined to soar the skies was rising.

"Master is wise and mighty, the Barbarian Race has been subdued!" The loyal aide knelt on one knee, eyes filled with excitement.

"With you here, what is impossible?"

"Yes, Beixing, you are invincible, unmatched in the world!" The red-haired woman also looked admiringly, softly agreeing.

She was always his strongest support and warmest refuge.

Listening to the praise of his loved ones and subordinates, Zhang Beixing showed little joy.

He stood with hands behind, eyes like torches.

As if seeing through all the past and future.

"This is just the beginning." The black-haired man said calmly, voice deep.

"In the future, I want all races to bow beneath the Dark Empire."

"Angels, Elves, Demon Race... one day, they will all crawl to my throne."

Bold words, each one resounding.

Such grandeur is unmatched by ordinary people.

[Host, your ambition truly is daunting.] The Persuasion System commented, admiration in its voice.

[However, I believe with your wisdom and ability, that day will surely come.]