Hail the King

“You guys… have worked hard,” Fei said.

Since St. Petersburg of Zenit got conquered, Elder Prince Arshavin and Elder Princess Tanasha had disappeared on the continent. Some people said that they died in battle, and others said that they were secretly executed by Fei due to their grudges. After all, whenever there was a fight for a throne and a change of rulers, blood was always spilled.

However, none of them knew that Elder Prince Arshavin and Elder Princess Tanasha came to this island that was well-hidden on this vast ocean.

Together with them were one million Zenitian soldiers.

From when they disappeared until now, about two years had passed, and many things had changed.

These one million soldiers had turned from the rookies who were newly drafted to elite soldiers. Of course, the most important thing was that they had mastered a super battle array and a unique ability in the last two years.

This battle array and ability were designed for battling the Polluters.

Perhaps this one million soldiers couldn’t defeat the elite troops of the Northern Region Empire, but each soldier could take on thousands of low-level bugs when battling the Polluters, countering the enemies to the maximum.

All of this was part of a plan, a plan that Emperor Yassin created.

-One day ago-

-The Imperial Military Headquarters of the Barcelona Empire-

Messi quietly sat before a stone table, and on the table was liquor, food, and a sword.

“Human Emperor of the North, did you come to Camp Nou yourself to kill me?” Messi still had his signature smile on his face, and he didn’t look afraid when facing this most famous and powerful master on the continent.

“I have to kill you.” Fei slowly walked to the stone table.

Everyone knew that the Human Emperor of the North’s real identity was Yassin’s third son, and it was well-known that [God’s Son] Messi killed Emperor Yassin. As Yassin’s son, now that Human Emperor of the North had the power and ability to avenge his father, it wouldn’t make sense for him not to do so. If he didn’t do it, people might look down on him.

Besides, countless Zenitians died in Messi’s hands.

After St. Petersburg was conquered, many Zenitian civilians were killed, many families were broken, women were assaulted, and children and seniors were buried in scorched soil. The person who caused all this was this man who had a shy smile on his face.

“Before you move, how about having a drink first?” Messi looked at Fei and pointed at a stone chair on the other side of the table.

Fei thought for a moment and sat down in the end. He nodded and said, “Alright.”

Then, Fei grabbed the winecup in front of him and chugged down the liquor.

After doing that, Fei’s eyes stayed on the sword that was on the table. He sat down because of this sword.

This sword was the only weapon that Emperor Yassin liked to carry with him when he was alive. Although it wasn’t a god-tier combat weapon, it was very meaningful.

Now seeing this sword intact and beside Messi, Fei seemed to have realized something.

“It is a sharp sword, isn’t it?” Messi grabbed onto the handle of the sword and knocked the blade with his knuckle, and a dragon-roar-like sword cry resonated in the palace.

At this moment, it seemed like Emperor Yassin’s unyielding Dragon Fist was howling in the world.

Fei turned silent.

Messi caressed the blade of the sword with his fingers, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

While looking lonely and regretful, he asked earnestly, “If I tell you that Emperor Yassin wasn’t killed by me, would you believe it?”

“Then, how did he die?” Fei looked calm.

Messi placed the sword back onto the table and sighed, “He returned to the stars’ embrace on his own will for the Azeroth Continent.”